Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Children. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Lucky Ones



Much has been said about Moll’s blatant disregard for her children, yet little has been mentioned about Moll’s childhood.  She herself was abandoned as a child, and is a tad resentful for it (especially, I’m sure, knowing her brother did not share the same fate).  Moll bemoans those like her mother, “I wish all those Women who consent to the disposing their Children out of the way, as it is call’d for Decency sake, would consider that ‘tis only a contriv’d Method for [murder]; that is to say, a killing their children with safety” (145).  Granted, her mother had more pressing matters than “decency,” but the problem still remains.  “We are born into the World helpless and uncapable,” in need of “Care and Skill” which are “plac’d by Nature in the Hearts of Mothers” for the sake of the child’s survival (145).  To abandon a child, even to a good home, is to kill it by depriving it of a mother’s care.

Moll was a child who, once abandoned, fell through the cracks of society and grew into a life of debauchery and thievery; not to mention abandoning several children which may follow in her footsteps, as Moll is most certainly following in her mothers.  This is a point I believe Defoe wants to raise, as it were, by absence.  Moll’s children are given up, assumed safe, and forgotten.  Moll forgets, society forgets, and so does the reader.  The result of one child dropped by the system, then, is a multitude of future degenerate generations.
This is reflected in Moll’s gradual repetition of her mother’s mistakes, as mentioned before.  While visiting some incarcerated friends of the trade, she is faced with an existential crisis: “but [Newgate] gave me so much Horror, reflecting that it was the place of my unhappy Birth, and of my Mother’s Misfortunes, that I could not bear it” (170).  One can also note that her mother, sitting pretty in Virginia, has achieved the goal Moll herself will one day reach: financial wealth, security, and the comfort of looking back on life as an impartial narrator.  

However, this leaves a conflicted impression: will those children who grow without their mother’s love, rely on sin to get by, and live on the other side of the law thrive because of their experience?   Or are Moll and her mother just the lucky ones?

(Better late than never, though my internet is still a problem)