One hundred years ago, the White Star Line RMS Titanic, sunk in the Atlantic Ocean…
This isn’t a post to tell you about the Titanic, it’s a sort or “thoughts and feelings” post. I could never imagine what it was like on that night. I know I would have died of the stress and fear if I had been on the ship.
I’ve seen so many films and television programmes featuring the Titanic. Almost all of us have seen James Cameron’s version of the events on Titanic, but although there were probably true love stories on the real ship, I don’t like how we are concentrating more on the love story, and I think a few parts could be taken out for our own sake… I’ve watched several documentaries and read so much about the Titanic that I feel as if I was a ghost on it. I’ve also been watching the current ITV series called “Titanic” a four part “epic drama” according to the STV player programme information. And despite it still grabbing my attentions and emotions, I don’t feel it gets me so much. However, there is one film which creates the right impression of Titanic. To me anyway…
Walter Lord’s “A Night to Remember” was the best film, to me, of the Titanic. Bearing in mind, this particular film was made public in 1958, way before the era of green screens and CGI and all that jazz. It showed the hard time the crew had but at the same time captured all of the scenes and events we had to see.
But enough about films.
The story of Titanic almost annoys me. No one, unless they are not right in the head, can say they enjoyed or liked the story of Titanic. It was such a tragic event and so many people lost there lives. However, it’s not that fact which annoyed me most. In fact, there was a few things that annoyed me. The first being the bluntness of the owners and builders of the ship who never put enough life boats on board the ship, and they barely met the safety regulations of the day. The second thing being the classes. Luckily, we are fortunate enough not to be categorised as widely as they did in the early 1900s. To me, first class, second class and third class was a joke. It was wrong. All should have been treated alike and everyone should have put their differences apart. Almost all of the programmes, documentaries and films feature this; the way the different passengers in different classes acted to wards their lower classes and superiors. And both of these annoying things tie together at the life boat part. First class woman and children first. Then second class woman and children first. Then third class, but both second class and third class and even some first class passengers didn’t stand a chance of survival, or a place on the life boats. The first class would have been complaining about how the situation was going (according to the films I have seen), second class would be trying and some failing to get on a life boat, most of them happy just to be safe, and third class, the ones with the most common sense the ones who listened and wanted to be on life boats and wanted to be in safety and wanted to stay alive.
But this all happened. And this event has changed the world. Our ships are now safer today thanks to the disaster of the Titanic. But all I can say is rest in peace to those who died on that night, and those who are now dead but survived to tell the tale.