Amari’s capture, journey across the Atlantic on a slave ship, and subsequent enslavement on Mr. Derby’s plantation is nothing short of horrific. She details all the horrible things that she witnesses and experiences firsthand, including being branded as a slave, seeing the male slaves on the ship stacked in the cargo hold, and being raped by sailors and by Mr. Derby’s son, Clay. However, even as she sees and experiences such deep pain and suffering, Amari never loses her ability to appreciate the beauty of the world around her—whether it’s the titular copper sun that rises and sets no matter where she is in the world, or the beautiful and hopeful children and babies whom she meets in the colonies. Using Amari as an example, the novel makes it clear that there’s potential to find evidence of beauty everywhere—and that while it may seem frivolous, it’s actually necessary to look for beauty if one hopes to survive in the face of so much horror.
The novel’s early passages make it clear that Amari and her tribe’s way of life in Africa has taught her to look for the beauty in the world. For example, even as Amari scolds her little brother, Kwasi, for climbing trees and being rambunctious, she still loves watching him climb and asks that he collect fruit if he’s going to be in the trees anyway. To Amari, Kwasi’s rebelliousness isn’t something to get seriously angry about—it’s something to celebrate and channel. This habit of looking at potentially dangerous or unnerving situations as opportunities, the novel shows, extends to her entire tribe. When members of the nearby Ashanti tribe arrive with white men, Amari ignores her underlying sense of unease about the visitors and instead, with the rest of her tribe, prepares a feast and a party—the only way, in her culture, to welcome visitors. This outlook becomes Amari’s downfall when the Ashanti and the white men begin a massacre during the celebration, but it’s important to note that this tragic turn of events isn’t Amari’s fault or that of the Ewe tribe more broadly. They had no way of knowing that the Ashanti, whom they trust, would facilitate the murder of the Ewes’ very young and very old, or the capture and enslavement of the teens and young people. Looking for beauty in everyone and everything is simply part of Amari’s tribe’s way of life.
However, as Amari and other members of her tribe are taken to a city on the coast and loaded onto a ship bound for the colonies in North America, Amari’s ability to look for the beauty in her surroundings is what keeps from falling prey entirely to despair. Life at sea is miserable: the ocean itself is terrifying, living on the ship is horrifying, and the sailors are overwhelmingly cruel and abusive to their human cargo. In the face of so much suffering, Amari finds she must look to her friend Afi in order to find a reason to endure her circumstances. Afi, importantly, provides Amari with companionship and information about what awaits them. She treats Amari like a daughter or a little sister, impressing upon Amari that even if she can’t count on her surroundings to uplift her, she can take comfort in the kindnesses of others. And indeed, Afi isn’t the only one who is kind to Amari on the ship: a sailor named Bill begins teaching her English. Though he’s certainly not Amari’s friend in the way that Afi is, his small kindness begins to take the edge off of her suffering and helps her survive, as knowing English helps her understand what’s going on and how she should react to each new circumstance.
Once in the colonies, despite the horrors that Amari encounters as a result of her enslavement by Mr. Derby, a wealthy white plantation owner, she finds a new reason to keep going: the slave children on the plantation are spots of beauty and brightness in her otherwise miserable world, and it’s essential to do everything she can to protect them. Amari works in the kitchens alongside a slave woman named Teenie and her four-year-old son, Tidbit. Tidbit provides much-needed brightness to Amari’s life as he bounds along with his puppy, Hushpuppy, cracking jokes and reminding Amari of her brother Kwasi. However, Amari is also forced to reckon with the fact that due to what slave owners are legally allowed to do to their slaves, the lives of young children like Tidbit are at particular risk—Clay Derby, on one occasion, scoops Tidbit up to dangle him in the river as bait while he and his friends hunt alligators. And later, when Mr. Derby discovers that his wife gave birth not to his own child, but to a baby girl fathered by Mrs. Derby’s slave and bodyguard, Noah, he shoots Noah and the infant. This act symbolically destroys the innocent beauty and the hope of a better future that the baby represents. Then, to punish Teenie for her role in attempting to cover up the baby’s parentage, Mr. Derby decides to sell Tidbit. Tidbit, along with Amari and the indentured servant Polly (both of whom attended the birth), are able to escape and head south to Fort Mose, where it’s rumored that they can all be free. And as Amari leads her companions south, she focuses less on her own prospects of freedom and more on Tidbit’s future—Teenie, she knows, wants desperately for her son to experience freedom, even though Teenie believes that she herself will never be free. Ultimately, the novel suggests that it is the beauty that can be found in other people that enables individuals to survive and strive for better for the next generation.
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Horror vs. Beauty Quotes in Copper Sun
Besa said that a band of unusual-looking strangers are coming this way, Mother,” Amari informed her. “He seemed uneasy and went to tell the village elders.”
“We must welcome our guests, then, Amari. We would never judge people simply by how they looked—that would be uncivilized,” her mother told her. “Let us prepare for a celebration.”
“You know, certain people are chosen to survive. I don’t know why, but you are one of those who must remember the past and tell those yet unborn. You must live.”
“But why?”
“Because your mother would want you to. Because the sun continues to shine. I don’t know, but you must.”
“Perhaps it is better to die,” Amari told her sharply.
Afi sighed. “If you die, they win. We cannot let that happen.”
“They have already taken everyone I loved,” Amari replied, ashamed to look Afi in the face. “And tonight they take the only thing I have left that is truly mine. Death would be a relief.”
“You will live because you must,” Afi said sternly.
“Afi,” she whispered, “the land is lovely. I thought it must surely be an ugly place.”
“Yes, it is beautiful to look at. Remember that when the ugliness overtakes you,” Afi told her. “Find beauty wherever you can, child. It will keep you alive.”
Amari took a deep breath and grabbed a yam from Teenie’s basket. “My mama,” she began, then tears filled her eyes and she gave up trying to explain. She closed her eyes and sniffed it. She could almost smell her mother’s boiled chicken and yams.
“You know, my mama came from Africa too,” Teenie told her. “She teached me what she knew ‘bout Africa food. Long as you remember, chile, it ain’t never gone.”
Teenie paused, then said, “For me, it was the overseer, Willie Badgett. Eventually, they gets tired of you and moves on—but the terribleness of it just goes to another slave woman.”
“And that’s just the first part. Then you gotta tend to the plants and flood the fields and cut the stacks and thresh the seeds—seem like it go on forever. That’s what be in your future, Miz Africa. And when he get old enough, this here boy’s future too.”
Polly looked at Cato in disbelief. “They’d put Tidbit out there?” she asked, horrified. The thought of little Tidbit sweating and working in the dangerous swampy water made Polly feel ill.
“Do you think Mrs. Derby knows what Clay is doing?”
“She know,” Amari said angrily.
“Maybe she can help you,” Polly offered tentatively. “She seems to be very pleasant.”
“She need help herself,” Amari replied sharply.
Polly tried to understand, but she couldn’t truly fathom the depths of Myna’s apparent distress. Slave women were always called to the bedrooms of their masters—it was simply a fact of life. Myna should understand that by now and be getting used to it.
“My beautiful baby,” she murmured over and over. Finally calmer, she looked up at Teenie and the girls. “I must explain,” she whispered, “before I die.”
“You ain’t gonna die, Miz Isabelle,” Teenie assured her. “You is fit and fine. Everybody feels a little poorly after havin’ a baby.”
Tenderly, Mrs. Derby touched the infant’s velvety brown face. “You don’t understand. My husband will kill me,” she said with certainty.
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“He would never do such a thing!” But Teenie knew that Mr. Derby was probably quite capable of murder and would be within the limits of social acceptability to do so for this impropriety.
He took a deep breath, then said quietly, “I am ashamed to be a human being this morning. I witnessed not just murder last night, but violence and cruelty and vicious hatred. By saying nothing, I feel I am as responsible as my so-called friend who pulled the trigger.”
Amari and Polly exchanged stunned looks.
Dr. Hoskins continued. “I am just one man. I don’t know how to fight everything that is happening around me. I don’t understand how one man can own another. And I don’t know how to stop it.” He looked around at the deep woods and the darkness within them. “But I can help the three of you.”
Amari sat close to Polly for warmth and companionship, looking at the fire, thinking not of the horrendous fire that had destroyed her village, but of the smoky cooking fires that decorated the front of each household as the women prepared the evening meal. If she closed her eyes, she could almost smell the pungent fish stew.
“What did your mama keep a-tellin’ you while you be with her?”
“She tell me stories about Africa and about her own mother, and she tell me, ‘Long as you remember, ain’t nothin’ really gone.’”
Amari, blinking away tears, hugged him. “You gonna always remember?”
“I ain’t never gonna forget nothin’ she done tell me,” the boy said with great seriousness. He squeezed the leather pouch.
What shall I do? Amari thought helplessly. She willed herself to imagine her mother who would know what to say and how to comfort her. All of her mother’s dreams of growing old and watching her grandchildren play had been brutally dashed into the dust. This child carries the spirit of my mother, Amari realized suddenly, as well as the essence of her father, little Kwasi, the murdered people of her village, and the spirits of all her ancestors.