If the pressure builds up to a level to high, the machines will be ruined. It is their job, there in the underground, to make sure the machines that drive the factories production are kept in running order. Brockway also shows the narrator the machine that grinds and melts down the raw material of the paint. This is a profound moment in the novel, one where Ellison’s message sounds loudly. The narrator’s surprise at the fact that the paint initial creation begins deep in the bowels of the factory is diffused by Brockway’s explanation. On page 210 he says, “ ‘Naw, they just mixes in the color, make it look pretty. Right down here is where the real paint is made. Without what I do they couldn’t do nothing, they be making bricks without straw.’” Ellison, through the voice of Lucius Brockway, is again bringing up the underground nature of African American’s work during this time. The skeleton of the country, the backbone of the economy, the base for the nation’s production is kept hidden away; it remains underground where its face can’t be seen, where it’s voice can’t make
If the pressure builds up to a level to high, the machines will be ruined. It is their job, there in the underground, to make sure the machines that drive the factories production are kept in running order. Brockway also shows the narrator the machine that grinds and melts down the raw material of the paint. This is a profound moment in the novel, one where Ellison’s message sounds loudly. The narrator’s surprise at the fact that the paint initial creation begins deep in the bowels of the factory is diffused by Brockway’s explanation. On page 210 he says, “ ‘Naw, they just mixes in the color, make it look pretty. Right down here is where the real paint is made. Without what I do they couldn’t do nothing, they be making bricks without straw.’” Ellison, through the voice of Lucius Brockway, is again bringing up the underground nature of African American’s work during this time. The skeleton of the country, the backbone of the economy, the base for the nation’s production is kept hidden away; it remains underground where its face can’t be seen, where it’s voice can’t make