English Empathic Response Whale Rider

English Empathic Response Whale Rider

English – Empathic Response Essay

In this empathic response, I will be giving an insight into one of the main characters’ feelings in the book “The Whale Rider” by Witi Ihimaera. This character is Kahu, Koro Apirana’s great-granddaughter. A deep emotional understanding of the text pages 100-102 shall be demonstrated in this text through her perspective.

I must save the whale, my sacred ancestor; otherwise everyone that I love will perish. Daddy, Ana, Nani, Rawiri, Paka. Paka. Oh, Paka.

I plunged into the agitated, frigid waters with only one thought in my mind. I have to take action. If the ancient one dies, every single one of us will disappear. That’s what Paka said. I really don’t know what to think. I can’t bear the thought that my dear Paka and my family would cease to exist. I don’t even care about my own fate – as long as they are safe, I’ll be happy. Everything that has happened so far, the two hundred sacred whales dying has led to this – the very whale that our ancestor rode thousands of years ago has decided to wash up on our shores. This time, he has the intention of self-slaughter, which basically means it’s a sign that we humans are all going to die. Right now, nobody is even trying to do something about it. Except for me. I, Kahutia Te Rangi, direct descendant of Paikea, won’t let this happen to my loved ones. I’m going to have to try and save Whangara by sacrificing myself to the whale. If the whale lives, we live.

My line of vision narrowed down to only the distance between the whale and myself. The whale was all I could see. He was so beautiful. My bare skin touched the ice-cold water and I let out a high-pitched scream, but it was lost in the gusts of sea wind that blasted continuously towards my face. The cold was unbearable. It felt like multiple daggers were piercing into my skin. I can do this. I continued to swim toward the whale despite the obstacles. Paka would expect a boy to be able to endure this, right? The headlights...

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