The Dana Character Analysis in Kindred is part of the SuperSummaryKindred Characters.

On my last trip home, I lost an arm.I lost a lot of my comfort and security when my left arm was taken.When the police released Kevin, he came to the hospital and stayed with me so that I wouldn't lose him as well.

I feel like I'm humoring myself.What do you mean?I don't know.As real as the whole episode was, it's starting to fade from my mind.It's becoming like something I've seen on television or read about.

Alice.How would she wed this boy?Would it be a relationship?Why didn't anyone in my family mention that Rufus Weylin was white?If they knew.They probably didn't.The time of any member of my family that I had known was before the death of Hagar WeylinBlake.Most of the information about her life was lost to her.

I've seen people beaten on TV and in movies.I heard their screams as the blood substitute streaked across their backs.I didn't smell their sweat or hear them plead and pray, shamed before their families and themselves.I wasn't prepared for the reality than the child was.She and I were both reacting in the same way.

The casual labor agency I worked out of was called a slave market.It was the opposite of slavery.The people who ran it didn't care if you showed up to do the work or not.

He told me that he had never met anyone who'd read one of his novels outside his family.He went on writing against the advice of saner people because they'd brought so little money.He was crazy enough to keep trying.

I was asked why I try to talk like a white person.I was surprised that I didn't.I think this is the way I talk.

The expression in her eyes had changed from sadness to anger.Quiet, frightening anger.Her husband died, three children were sold, and she had to thank God for the defect.She had more reason than anger.Weylin kept her to cook his meals despite selling her children.He was still alive.

I didn't want to talk to him about this place because it would endanger him.Some part of this place would rub off on him if he were stranded here for a long time.I knew there was no large part.If he survived, it would be because he was able to tolerate the life here.

Kevin said that this could be a great time to live in.If I were to stay in it, I would like to see how much of the Old West is true.I said bitterly.They're doing it to the Indians instead of the blacks.He looked at me in a strange way.He was doing that a lot recently.

She prefers light-skinned blacks, but she doesn't care much for white people.Figure that out.She gives me for you.My uncle doesn't.He was like a father to me even before my father died, because he was my mother's oldest brother.It's like I've rejected him.He feels that way.It bothered me.He was hurt more than angry.

Kevin's World War II books contain excerpts from the recollections of concentration camp survivors.There are stories of beatings, starvation, disease, torture, and every possible degradation.The Germans had only been trying to do what the Americans had been doing for nearly two hundred years.

I didn't say anything.I was beginning to realize that he was in love with the woman.There was no shame in raping a black woman."I didn't want to drag her off into the bushes," he said.I didn't want it to be like that.She kept saying no.If that was all I wanted, I could have had her in the bushes a long time ago.I said I knew.I would have married her if I lived in your time.Or tried to.

His father was not the monster he could have been.He was not a monster.A man who sometimes did monstrous things his society said were legal.I didn't see any fairness in him.He did it as he pleased.He would whip you for talking back if you told him he wasn't being fair.

She accepted a life of slavery because she was afraid.She might have been called "mammy" in other households.She was a woman who was held in contempt by the militant nineteen sixties.The frightened powerless woman who knew little about the freedom of the North was the house-nigger, the handkerchief-head, and the female Uncle Tom.

Nothing in my education or knowledge of the future helped me to escape.In a few years, a runaway named Harriet Tubman would make nineteen trips into this country and lead hundreds of fugitives to freedom.What had I done wrong?I wondered why I was still slaves to a man who had repaid me for saving his life.I had taken another beating.I was frightened at the thought that I would have to run again.

He said that Daddy was the only man he knew who cared about giving his word to a black or white person.Does that bother you?It's one of the few things I like about him.It's one of the few things about him that you should copy.

"Christ," he muttered.Maybe I don't have a home yet.I remember walking past the Weylin house on the dirt road and seeing it in the dark.I had to stop and remind myself that I was in a dangerous place.I was surprised that I would think of such a place as home.

I felt like I was losing my place in this place.Rufus's time was a stronger reality.The work was harder, the smells and tastes were stronger, and the danger was greater if I didn't meet its demands.The gentle conveniences and luxuries of this house could not be touched.

South African whites were always seen as people who would have been happier in the 18th century.They lived in the past as far as their race relations went.They were supported by huge numbers of blacks who kept them in poverty.Tom would have felt right at home.

Carrie put her hands around her neck again.She clasped them around my neck after drawing closer to me.She clasped her hands again and went over to the crib that her youngest child had recently outgrown, leaving a small circle for her neck.Margaret Weylin couldn't run the plantation.The people and the land would be sold.If Tom Weylin was an example, the people would be sold without regard for family ties.

I know what he means.If you can believe what people say, we look alike.We're both halves of the same woman, at least in his crazy head.

I had more than symbols to remind me that freedom was possible and that I was very close to it.The danger to my family was over.Hagar was born.The danger to me personally still walked and talked and sometimes sat with Alice in her cabin as she nursed Hagar.

Sarah asked, "What you let her talk to you for?"She can't get away with it.I didn't know.Maybe there is guilt.My life was simpler than hers.If you talk to me the way you do, I won't care what he does to you.She looked at me for a long time.She smiled.You'll care.You will help me.You couldn't stand that if you had to see yourself for the white nigger.

I was given a long look by him.Do you want to be with that white man?No black child would be learning anything if I were somewhere else.Some people say hold on.I was angry.I don't want to hear what some people have to say.Fowler was allowed to drive them into the fields and work them like mules.Let him.Let him!They keep their skin on their backs.They are not the only ones who have to do things they don't like.Why is that hard for some people to understand?

Kevin, I'm not your property.I'm not a horse or a sack of wheat.He also has to accept limits on his behavior toward me if I have to seem property.He needs to give me enough control of my life to make it look better than it is.Kevin said that if his ancestors had felt that way, they wouldn't be here.I told you that I didn't have their endurance.I still don't.No matter what, some of them will struggle to survive.I'm not like that.