Snow White Gets Her Say
by Chris Wind
(Approximately 2 minutes, 30 seconds)
Catherine:
That you don't recognize me by name is but the first of my complaints about mytale. Oh you know me alright. I'm the main character-in a tale titled with the name of one ofthe men in the story. But what's in a name? A lot. Especially if it's a man's name. This man'sname is the answer to the question upon which rests the fate of myself and my newbornchild. So his name is very powerful, it is very important. My name apparently is not.
Nor is my life. For whether it is to be filled with joy and delight from being with my newborn,or empty with grief and loss from separation is to be decided by a mere guessing game.
Nor are my words important. I denied my father's boast. I told the King I most definitelycould not spin gold out of straw. But he didn't believe me. Of course not. He chose instead tobelieve the words of an immature, egotistic, vain man. And I suffer the consequences.
The consequences. To pay for my father's ridiculous lie, I lose my sanity, my freedom, andmy dignity for three nights-and almost my child, forever. (And one sentence-one sentencein the whole tale is devoted to that 'choice', that decision to give up my child in return for mylife.)
Because I 'succeeded' on the third night, I was 'rewarded' with marriage to the King. Thus,for all intents and purposes, I also lost my life. Can you imagine what it is like to be married-legally bound to honour and obey until death, and socioeconomically bound with littleoption but to stay and make the best of it-to a man who didn't believe me, a man wholocked me in a room for three nights, a man so greedy that he said three nights in a row he'dkill me unless I did as he wanted? And that was before he owned me.
But as the tale says, I am shrewd and clever. And I have learned the force of threat, and theimportance of a name-especially if it is male. Proud fathers want very much to pass it on.But royal fathers-dear husband, aging Highness, what would happen to your preciouslineage if my, your, only son were to suddenly-
Since I am not dead, and am living still...
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