In Good Night, Mr. Tom, religion can be a force for bad or good depending on whether people practice it out of fear or love. Mrs. Beech, the abusive mother of the novel’s young protagonist William Beech, clearly practices a fear-based religion. Anxious, paranoid, and vindictive, Mrs. Beech is afraid of her son, believing that unless she constantly, violently disciplines him, he will rebel against her. Nominally a Christian, she uses religious threats to control William’s behavior. For example, she believes that the color red is evil, that theaters and cinemas are sinful, and that William should never socialize with girls or Jewish people. And she physically abuses William whenever she feels he has disobeyed her. In short, Mrs. Beech is religious out of fear and uses religion to terrify her son.
If Mrs. Beech were the only religious character in Good Night, Mr. Tom, then the novel’s representation of religion would be entirely negative. Yet other characters illustrate religion’s positive side. For example, the vicar Mr. Peters in the rural English village of Little Weirwold, to which William is evacuated in 1939 in anticipation of Nazi bombing of London during World War II, welcomes worshippers of other denominations and extends offers of help to his whole community. Additionally, William’s Jewish friend Zach—though somewhat unorthodox in his religious beliefs—prays to God out of love for his parents: he asks God to keep them safe. Through these various characters, Good Night, Mr. Tom suggests that religion is good or bad depending on whether people are practicing it from good or bad motives.
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Religion Quotes in Good Night, Mr. Tom
Willie continued to gaze at the materials. He loved the reds, but Mum said red was a sinful color.
“Mister Tom?” said Willie. “Does that mean that I won’t go to hell if I copy?”
“Hell!” said Tom in amazement as he strode out of the room. “Don’t be daft, boy. Whatever put such a thought in yer head?”
Willie felt enormously relieved and returned to his writing.
The jersey had a polo-neck collar in red. The cuffs and the waistband were ribbed in the same color. Willie thought that next to Zach’s deep complexion and black hair the red looked pleasing.
“I think it’s fine,” he said quietly, and Zach knew he was speaking truthfully.
“And here’s me dying to act and I can’t be in it because I’m Jewish.”
“Now you know how I feel about the high school,” said Carrie.
He felt as though he was a different person lying there in the dark. He was no longer Willie. It was as if he had said good-bye to an old part of himself. Neither was he two separate people. He was Will inside and out.
For an instant he wished he had never gone to Little Weirwold. Then he would have thought his mum was kind and loving. He wouldn’t have known any different.
Although it wasn’t his Sabbath, he gripped his little round cap into his feathery hair and swayed gently to and fro saying the few Hebrew prayers that he remembered. It comforted him to sing the strange guttural sounds. It was like uttering a magical language that would make everything all right. His parents had taught him that whoever or whatever God was, he, she or it could probably understand silent thoughts; but it made Zach feel better to voice his feelings aloud.