What has come between me and my father is more than time or distance. It is the change in the self.
I am not the child my father raised, but he is the father who raised her.
I am not the child my father raised, but he is the father who raised her.
États-Unis.
Tara a grandi au pied des montagnes de l'Idaho dans une famille de survivalistes : une naissance non déclarée, sans certificat, une enfance sans fréquenter l'école et sans jamais voir un médecin, une mère sage-femme et herbaliste, un père Mormon qui régente tout son monde en exploitant une casse, une grande famille dont un frère manipulateur et violent, les pages de la Bible comme fondement culturel. La famille vit dans la peur d'une attaque des autorités et se prépare à la fin des temps en confectionnant et en stockant les bocaux qui assureront sa survie. Une normalité totalement hors normes.
Deux grands frères se sont déjà émancipés quand Tara décide, à 15 ans, de s'auto-éduquer pour postuler au lycée puis à l'université. Un parcours du combattant qui la ménera, contre toute attente, à Harvard et à Cambridge ; une éducation qui lui fait ouvrir les yeux sur un autre monde et sur elle même, en rupture totale avec son univers d'origine qui la rejette en lui faisant payer le prix fort. Un noyau libre qui ne connaît rien des codes de la société et un témoignage courageux et passionnant, touchant non seulement au pouvoir de l'éducation mais aussi et avant tout à l'identité, à la réalisation de soi, à la liberté individuelle et ce qu'elle vaut dans le contexte parfois complètement toxique des relations sociales et familiales.
Se lit comme un roman mais fait véritablement froid dans le dos parce ce que n'en est pas un.
Le témoignage coup de poing d'une métamorphose, absolument fascinant !
Voir aussi :
Hillbilly Élégie / Hillbilly Elegy de J. D. Vance
Extraits du texte :
Everyone sounded mad as hornets, but really they were having a lovely conversation.
You had to listen to what they were saying, not how they were saying it. That's how Westovers talk!
You had to listen to what they were saying, not how they were saying it. That's how Westovers talk!
Not knowing for certain, but refusing to give way to those who claim certainty, was a privilege I had never allowed myself.
My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, empathic, absolute.
It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.
My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, empathic, absolute.
It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.
"Negative liberty" (...) is the freedom from external obstacles or constraints.
An individual is free in this sense if they are not physically prevented from taking action. "(...)"
positive liberty is self-mastery - the rule of the self, by the self.
To take positive liberty (...) is to take control of one own's mind; to be liberated from irrational fears and beliefs, from addictions, superstitions and all other forms of coercion."
An individual is free in this sense if they are not physically prevented from taking action. "(...)"
positive liberty is self-mastery - the rule of the self, by the self.
To take positive liberty (...) is to take control of one own's mind; to be liberated from irrational fears and beliefs, from addictions, superstitions and all other forms of coercion."
I don't know what caused the transformation, (...) but there was something (...)
that showed me I could admire the past without being silenced by it.
that showed me I could admire the past without being silenced by it.
You were my child, I should have protected you. (...)
When my mother told me she had not been the mother to me she wished she'd been, she became that mother for the first time.
When my mother told me she had not been the mother to me she wished she'd been, she became that mother for the first time.
She was inside, and emerged whenever I crossed the threshold of my father's house.
That night I called her and she didn't answer. She left me. She stayed in the mirror.
The decisions I made after the moment were not the ones she would have made.
They were the choices of a changed person, a new self.
The decisions I made after the moment were not the ones she would have made.
They were the choices of a changed person, a new self.
You could call this selfhood many things. Transformation. Metamorphosis. Falsity. Betrayal.
I call it an education.
Titre original : Educated
Titre français : une éducation
Auteur : Tara Westover
Première édition : 2018
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