Set in the Deep South in the late 1930s, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter wrestles with the major social, political, and economic divisions that defined not only the region, but the world more largely during those years. Early reviews of the book, such as one in the August 1940 issue of The New Republic, lauded McCullers for her ability to “embrace white and black humanity in one sweep of apprehension and tenderness”—and indeed, that blend of “apprehension and tenderness” is what defines McCullers’s outlook on the many injustices that define the community at the center of the novel. As McCullers depicts the forces of racism, inequality, and injustice at play in the unnamed mill town at the center of the novel, she uses that town as an analogue for the ways in which these issues reverberate through society more largely, ultimately arguing that until human society acknowledges and attempts to amend the plight of its most vulnerable, downtrodden members, it is—and always will be—a failure.
Racism and its resultant cruelties and injustices is perhaps the most complex and devastating issue in American society. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter reflects that complexity—and though McCullers’s book sometimes uses the language of racism, it does so in pursuit of exposing exactly how racist thought and speech keep society’s most vulnerable members down and prevent them from healing, advancing, or receiving the justice they deserve. Doctor Benedict Mady Copeland, the black doctor who is one of the novel’s main characters, is the character whose arc most directly intersects with the theme of racism, inequality, and injustice. A weary, hopeful, complicated man who sees and takes to heart the injustices, disadvantages, and cruelties inflicted upon his people, Doctor Copeland longs to inspire the black community in his town to stand together against the white people, institutions, and ideologies which oppress them. Doctor Copeland’s politics, however, don’t just revolve around revolution and aggression. Copeland believes in Marxism, and longs to impress upon his people the need to “den[y] [them]selves comfort that the needs of others may be lessened.” Doctor Copeland believes in a society structured upon the words of Karl Marx: “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.” Copeland’s politics embody his anxieties, frustrations, and anger about not just racial inequality, but socioeconomic inequality. For Copeland, all these many refractions of cruelty and injustice are bound up in one another. Economic injustice is used to reinforce (and justify) racial injustice—while the wealthy few at the top of society thrive, the oppressed groups at the bottom are unable to do anything to change their fates. Doctor Copeland’s speeches to his guests at Christmastime and his entreaties to his patients, acquaintances, and children embody McCullers’s larger thematic message: that until society cares for its most vulnerable, it will be a failure.
Doctor Copeland’s story also involves systemic injustice and police brutality. When his son Willie is jailed for assault and sent to work on a chain gang, Willie angers a guard during a work assignment. As a result, the guards lock Willie and two other prisoners in a cold shed and string them up by their feet. The guards leave the men in the shed for days, and by the time they let Willie and the others out, Willie’s feet have become gangrenous and must be amputated. After Willie is released from prison and returns home, he complains of phantom pains in his feet and expresses longing simply to know where his feet are, and what was done with them after they were cut from his body. Willie’s horrifying ordeal further agitates and angers Doctor Copeland. The doctor dreams of organizing the black community through ideology, nonviolence, and passion—but when he sees the cruelty of police brutality in action, he understands that society is simply stacked against him, his family, his community, and his entire race. McCullers illustrates the failure of society to care for its most marginalized individuals, and even shows how it actively brutalizes and terrorizes them. Willie’s missing feet are a metaphor for the profound losses and cruel thefts perpetrated against black people in America every day—and for the inability of society’s most disadvantaged members to ever reclaim the things stolen from them, even as their memories of those things haunt them daily.
While many sentences and passages within The Heart is a Lonely Hunter contain language or sentiment that is racially insensitive by contemporary standards, Carson McCullers’s novel nonetheless holds a deeper message of longing for racial, social, and economic equality—and for the radical, revolutionary politics that McCullers believes would allow equality to take root in America. McCullers’s first novel is suffused with an open desire for a more just society—one in which racism and capitalism are dissolved and replaced by social and economic justice for all.
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Racism, Inequality, and Injustice Quotes in The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
“A person can’t pick up they children and just squeeze them to which-a-way they wants them to be. Whether it hurt them or not. Whether it right or wrong. You done tried that hard as any man could try. And now I the only one of us that would come in this here house and sit with you like this.”
“I go around,” Blount said. He leaned earnestly across the table and kept his eyes on the mute’s face. “I go all around and try to tell them. And they laugh. I can’t make them understand anything. No matter what I say I can’t seem to make them see the truth.”
Singer nodded… […] His dinner had got cold because he couldn’t look down to eat, but he was so polite that he let Blount go on talking.
“And we are not alone in this slavery. There are millions of others throughout the world, of all colors and races and creeds. […] The people in this town living by the river who work in the mills. People who are almost as much in need as we are ourselves. This hatred is a great evil, and no good can ever come from it. We must remember the words of Karl Marx and see the truth according to his teachings. The injustice of need must bring us all together and not separate us.” […]
Doctor Copeland loosened the collar of his shirt, for in his throat there was a choked feeling. The grievous love he felt within him was too much.
“They hollered there for three days and three nights and nobody come.”
“I am deaf,” said Doctor Copeland. “I cannot understand.”
“They put our Willie and them boys in this here ice-cold room. There were a rope hanging down from the ceiling. They taken their shoes off and tied their bare feets to this rope […] and their feets swolled up and they struggle on the floor and holler out. […] Their feets swolled up and they hollered for three nights and three days. And nobody come.”
Doctor Copeland pressed his head with his hands, but still the steady trembling would not stop. “I cannot hear what you say.”
The next morning the sun came out. The strange Southern winter was at its end. Doctor Copeland was released. A little group waited outside the jail for him. Mr. Singer was there. Portia and Highboy and Marshall Nicolls were present also. Their faces were confused and he could not see them clearly. The sun was very bright.
“Father, don’t you know that ain’t no way to help out Willie? Messing around at a white folks’ courthouse? Best thing us can do is keep our mouth shut and wait.”
“This the way it is,” Willie said. “I feel like my feets is still hurting. I got this here terrible misery down in my toes. Yet the hurt in my feets is down where my feets should be if they were on my l-l-legs. And not where my feets is now. It a hard thing to understand. My feets hurt me so bad all the time and I don’t know where they is. They never given them back to me. They s-somewhere more than a hundred m-miles from here.”
“But if you was to ask me to point out the most uncivilized are on the face of this globe I would point here—” […] Jake turned the globe again and pressed his blunt, grimy thumb on a carefully selected spot. “Here. These thirteen states. I know what I’m talking about. I read books and I go around. I been in every damn one of these thirteen states. […] And here in these thirteen states the exploitation of human beings is so that—that it’s a thing you got to take in with your own eyes.”