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“In the end the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Not merely the validity of experience, but the very existence of external reality was tacitly denied by their philosophy.”
“The horrible thing about the two minutes hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but on the contrary, that it was impossible to avoid joining in. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge-hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against ones own will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic…”
The two minutes of hate and Emmanuel Goldstein in George Orwell’s novel 1984, served a large importance for a variety of reasons. For example, the two minutes of hate primed citizens with fury and hatred for Oceania’s rival nations. Furthermore, the two minutes of hate alienates the concept of individuality and thought. Lastly, Emmanuel Goldstein was a figure to which the party could force blame upon to give the citizens an outlet for their blames.
“It was the lonely hour of fifteen […] a tinny music was trickling from the telescreens. He three men sat in their corner almost motionless, never speaking. […] Then something happened to the telescreens.”
"The voice of Goldstein had become an actual sheep’s bleat, and for an instant the face changed into that of a sheep. Then the sheep-face melted into the figure of a Eurasian soldier who seemed to be advancing, huge and terrible, his sub-machine gun roaring, and seeming to spring out of the surface of the screen. But in the same moment, drawing a deep sigh of relief from everybody, the hostile figure melted into the face of BIG BROTHER…”
“People were leaping up and down in their places and shouting at the tops of their voices in an effort to drown the maddening bleating voice that came from the screen. […] The dark haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out ‘swine! Swine! Swine!’ and suddenly she picked up a heavy newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen.”
“Goldstein was the renegade and backslider who once, long ago (how long ago nobody quite remembered), had been one of the leading figures of the party, almost on a level with BIG BROTHER himself, and then had engaged in counter revolutionary activities, had been condemned to death and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared”