Even though the transition between the interesting description of the British influence of where Kincaid was raised and her serious discussion about the consequences of those forceful influence began at paragraph 4, Kincaid’s epiphany actually occurs in the last paragraph of the essay when she was disappointed by the view of the white cliffs of Dover because she said that “the moment I wished every sentence, everything I knew, that began with England would end with ‘and then it all died, we don’t know how, it just all died’ was when I saw the white cliffs of Dover.” The white cliffs of Dover is just like England because they are both places that Kincaid have been taught that are grand and fascinating. She had to learn everything about England, and she “had sung hymns and recited poems that were about a longing to see the white cliffs of Dover again”. However, neither the white cliffs of Dover nor England met her expectation. When she finally saw the white cliffs of Dover, she realized that people “would only call them that if the word ‘white’ meant something special to them” because the cliffs were actually “dirty and they were steep”. The white cliffs of Dover is a metaphor for the England that is known to be good, but is only good for people who actually belong to
Even though the transition between the interesting description of the British influence of where Kincaid was raised and her serious discussion about the consequences of those forceful influence began at paragraph 4, Kincaid’s epiphany actually occurs in the last paragraph of the essay when she was disappointed by the view of the white cliffs of Dover because she said that “the moment I wished every sentence, everything I knew, that began with England would end with ‘and then it all died, we don’t know how, it just all died’ was when I saw the white cliffs of Dover.” The white cliffs of Dover is just like England because they are both places that Kincaid have been taught that are grand and fascinating. She had to learn everything about England, and she “had sung hymns and recited poems that were about a longing to see the white cliffs of Dover again”. However, neither the white cliffs of Dover nor England met her expectation. When she finally saw the white cliffs of Dover, she realized that people “would only call them that if the word ‘white’ meant something special to them” because the cliffs were actually “dirty and they were steep”. The white cliffs of Dover is a metaphor for the England that is known to be good, but is only good for people who actually belong to