Jason Is Guilty

I am Medea and Jason is the one who is guilty. When I was not living in Greece, before I was brought here to this horrible lively place, I was happy. When I lived in Colchis with my real family, I was honored, I was valued, I was a princess. Here I am looked down upon, gossiped about, and unappreciated. When Jason came searching to take the golden fleece from my father, I was struck by his beauty. I fell deeply in love and I could not surface from my longing to appease him. Because of this yearning, I helped him. I offered my extraordinary abilities of prophecy and magic to him, all, in the end, in vain. To Jason: I do not feel shamefaced to admit that I have done nothing wrong. I helped you. I deserve you. You should be at my feet begging for mercy for what you have done and said to me. You, Jason, made me want to rip every piece of myself that you have touched off of my pitiful body. I have killed for you: my own brother, King Pelias, Creon and Creusa, and finally, my children, whom had your eyes. I could not bear to look them in the face any
“What mother would hurt her children?” They ask. You women, under men’s control, forced to act like men would want you to. I am not under that pressure anymore! If I die today, then surely others will learn from my successes. I left my homeland for Jason. I gave up my family for him. I deserved not to be pushed on by the gods, forced to love that untrustworthy, sexist, immature man whom I call my husband; I deserve to be left alone. If only! If only Jason had never been sent by Creon to retrieve that horrible fleece of gold. That is why Creon is dead, because it is, in addition, his fault I am here in court, being judged by all who know no such rejection and betrayal I feel. In a word, what I feel for Jason is more than hatred, it is