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Les Miserables

Les Miserables



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Published by George Pollock
In his cell, the prisoner Billy Stone, gets lost in Victor Hugo's tale of evil and unremitting human misery. Then,without warning, he is yanked from 18th century France to the reality of his life today -- by sudden violence, blood, and death.
In his cell, the prisoner Billy Stone, gets lost in Victor Hugo's tale of evil and unremitting human misery. Then,without warning, he is yanked from 18th century France to the reality of his life today -- by sudden violence, blood, and death.

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Published by: George Pollock on Mar 06, 2007
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George Pollock State KidIssue 31
Les Miserables
It was as if Victor Hugo had shaken him and said:
“Full of sorrows and despair are we, my young friend? I will take you where you canlearn the depths to which human misery can descend, so that you might thank God for all he has given you. Now read -- and give thanks!”
Billy found himself on the teeming streets of Paris in the late 1700's. It was a time of  brutal exploitation and repression. Peasants with gaunt and fearful faces shuffledmechanically about with downcast eyes, rage and lust for vengeance simmering withinthem.Among the downtrodden souls was Jean Valjean. He had lost his parents at an early ageand had been taken in by an older sister, a poor widow struggling to care for sevenchildren.With his family starving, Jean Valjean smashed a bakery window, took a loaf of breadand ran with it. He was caught and sentenced to five years in the galleys. The five years became nineteen years as Jean Valjean's repeated escape attempts resulted in fourteenyears being tacked onto his sentence. He fell to the “bottom of all possible misfortune.”Billy read of Jean Valjean's convict existence: hard labor, the cudgel, tethered to thechain, locked in a cell, sleeping on a plank, repeatedly trying to escape. After nineteenyears of “neither sun, nor fine summer days, nor radiant sky, nor fresh April dawns” andof his soul “illumined by vent-hole daylight,” Jean Valjean finally did escape. Heemerged unused to speaking, brimming with hate and barely human. It had been nineteenyears since he had shed a tear.A dark, brooding presence fell over the pages like a foreboding shadow: Inspector Javert.Rigid, his reverence for authority and hatred of rebellion knowing no bounds, his “air of  baseness mingled with an air of authority.” Javert viewed Jean Valjean's escape as hisown special torment. It was an affront to his profound faith in the righteous authority of the state and its every functionary. For the Inspector believed that anyone who defiesauthority, like Jean Valjean, must be tracked down and punished at all cost.At first, Billy thought that Jean Valjean would never stand a chance against Javert and allthe might of the law. But then he read how Jean Valjean saw a lifeline -- literacy -- andgrabbed it. While Inspector Javert hated books, Jean Valjean painstakingly taught himself to read and sought out books as a way to recapture his humanity. With literacy andcourage, Jean Valjean transformed consuming hate into overflowing good will, eventoward his greatest enemy, Javert. And Billy, choked with emotion, cheered him everystep of the way.Billy read of the orphan girl who did not know her mother or father and had no familyname, no baptismal name, no family. In the words of Victor Hugo, “she bore a name that pleased the first random passerby encountering her as a small child running barelegged
through the streets. She received the name as she received rain on her head from theclouds.”She was called Fantine and nobody knew more than that. At 10 she served a farm family;at 15 she went to Paris; and there, the once laughing girl with golden curls and pearls for teeth fell into the hell of the Paris streets. Alone, unable to read or write, sleeping in thestreets, she gave birth to a daughter that she was forced to give up to the 18th centuryequivalent of foster care.Yet Fantine, daughter of the Paris shadows, was a roaring flame of humanity. Told thather little daughter, Cosette, needed clothes and medical treatment, Fantine sold her long blond hair for a gold Napoleon and her white teeth for a handful of sous. With her scalpraggedly shorn, with a bloody smile, and with her toothless mouth a black hole, she sentthe money to the Thenardiers, the tavern operators boarding her little daughter.Billy read how the brutal and evil-spirited Thenardiers kept the money, as they did everysou that Fantine sent, while ceaselessly inventing reasons for her to send more. Victor Hugo described the Thenardiers as members of a “bastard class of dwarfed, coursenatures, tending toward monstrosity.” He was a “blackguard” and she was a “substratum”of her brute husband. Together, the two of them were “crab-like souls continuouslyretreating toward the darkness.”And how did the Thenardiers treat little Cosette? Billy read: “They fed Cosette a little better than the dog, a little worse than the cat. She ate under the table with them from asimilar wooden bowl.” She wore rags discarded by the two Thenardier daughters. Thedaughters got endless caresses, Cosette endless blows. “The sweet, feeble being,” Billyread, “who should not have understood anything of this world or of God, incessantly punished, scolded, ill-used, beaten, and seeing beside her two little creatures like herself,who lived in a ray of dawn!”Completely forgetting that the Thenardiers were fictional characters sprung from themind of Victor Hugo, Billy prayed for them to appear in his cell so he could stranglethem. Having experienced his own Thenardiers, Billy thought:
There must be in thisworld a common revulsion against anyone within the family abode who is of alien blood and looks and who is also powerless and vulnerable.
Generations and epochs after the time of Les Miserables, this is what he himself hadlived. None of his abuse ever approached that of poor Fantine or Cosette after her, Billythought, thank God. That thought was quickly followed by another:
 Already that insidious Victor Hugo has me thanking God for my good fortune!
***The prisoner Billy Stone was now hopelessly lost to Victor Hugo's tales of evil andunremitting human misery, but also of redemption, of courage, of love, of morality and oretribution. Tears streamed down his face for Jean Valjean, Fantine and Cosette. Hewanted to torture Javert to death, slowly. Again, he forgot that the insanely zealous prosecutor was a character from the imagination of Victor Hugo.Billy raced through hundreds of pages like a filly thoroughbred thundering down thetrack. Every night for the next week, he passed over into the world of Les Miserables --reading by Wally's security light into the wee hours, alternately becalmed by the steadyturn of the pages and awed by the magnificent parade of thought, until he drifted off with
Hugo's cadenced sentences still marching forth down the corridors of his subconscious.During the day, he carried the tome with him everywhere. He opened it during meals, at breaks from chores and in the crowded, noisy day room. In the day room, Billy --oblivious to the raucous chatter and the incessant blare of the television set from high in acorner -- completed the final pages of Victor Hugo's Les Miserables.Closing the big book, he fell into a reverie:
“Well, Monsieur Hugo, now I know why your book is considered such a masterpiece. It isthat and more. I salute you and I thank you. I also wholeheartedly apologize to you,Monsieur, for my earlier ignorant and slanderous thoughts toward your book. I have nodefense except that I did not know. But tell me, please sir, how is it that you are able toknow Jean Valjean, Javert, Fantine and Cosette with perfect intimacy? By what magic do you find the words that all of mankind instantly recognizes as truth? How is it that youknow how I feel, I whom you have never met and who lives in the far distant future from your own time? Monsieur, this is your servant, Billy Stone, who bows before you.”
***Billy was so fully into his homage to Victor Hugo that he did not immediately react to theflurry of sudden movements and shouts that erupted from across the day room. When hefinally did, as if in a dream, he saw Julio de Cruz on the floor bent and clutching hisstomach, writhing in pain and moaning for someone to help him; and there was wasRoger Stanksy, the new inmate, standing over Julio with a bloody spike, a length of copper tubing ground to a point and waving it menacingly at any inmate who got tooclose.With an unholy scream, Billy flew across the room and threw his full weight againstStansky, knocking him off his feet, Billy landing on top of him; and as the two of themstruggled for the weapon, Johnson Johnson, Billy Ruggieri and others piled on. Billysucceeded in wresting the weapon from Stansky. He had it in his hand as helmeted, body-armored guards charged into the day room swinging riot truncheons.They went for the inmate with the weapon, which was Billy Stone. Lunging to protect hisfriend, Johnson Johnson fell under a rain of blows, as did Billy Ruggieri and othersrushing to protect Billy. Inmates fought back. The more they did, the more the guardsswung. Billy looked in horror at the bloody pipe in his hand and threw it against the wall.“Stop! Stop!” he shouted.But inmates and guards were now in a combat frenzy.“Stop! Stop! It's over! It's over.”He put his arms in the air, but a guard grabbed him and threw him to the floor where heheld him, truncheon heavily into Billy's neck. Suddenly, it
over.The day room was littered with moaning, twisted, bleeding forms in orange jumpsuits.Blue-shirted guards went around cuffing them. One guard grabbed the limp Julio under his arms and a second guard took him by the feet, and they carried the blood-soaked,weakly-moaning son of the East Side away like a sack of potatoes. Guards proddedinmates to their cells and Granite City went into immediate lockdown.Julio de Cruz died in the emergency room of Fairview Memorial Hospital, despite Dr.

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