The younger generation had the very racist thought that because the elephant killed an indian instead of a European it should deserved no punishment. Orwell feels uncomfortable—he had not planned to shoot the elephant, and requested the rifle only for self-defense. Still however, it remains alive. He takes his rifle, intended only for defense, and rides on the horseback to the alleged whereabouts of the elephant. In discussing his own inner dilemma as a policeman who opposes his own role, Orwell openly presents a critique of the British Empire. They were going to have their bit of fun after all.
The older Europeans thought he had done the right thing whereas the younger ones thought it was not worth it since the coolie was worth nothing before an elephant. It was a very poor quarter, a labyrinth of squalid bamboo huts, thatched with palmleaf, winding all over a steep hillside. The crowd sighs in anticipation. The Burmese represent a powerless pre-industrial society ruled by a modern superpower looking beyond its own borders to expand its empire. As soon as I saw the elephant I knew with perfect certainty that I ought not to shoot him. Orwell's Medium Being published generally to the British, the majority of Orwell's audience would not have considered the perspective and position of the Burmese if written simply as a blatant story or exposition. The transitions he makes between narration and the actual story is so subtle the flow of the essay is easy to read.
Until one day an elephant appeared. Not a leader, but a follower. The Indian aristocracy and millionaires preferred him to Socialists and Communists. He repeatedly uses metaphorical language to develop this connection. The Burmans who were eager to have its meat, stripped its bones of all the flesh by afternoon. Orwell's entire focus as a police officer thus becomes about avoiding the ridicule of the Burmese.
He had his beliefs and feelings; yet, he vividly felt the pressure dawning on him as the natives assembled at the scene, eagerly and impatiently waiting for him to simply shoot the elephant. The British officials were bound by rules which they had to follow and as such they could not extend a friendly hand towards the locals since they were expected to play the sahib. He entertains the possibility of doing nothing and letting the elephant live, but concludes that this would make the crowd laugh at him. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. I have no respect for someone that is a pushover and I think it was poor of him to kill the elephant for the reason that he did. He was feeling like a puppet being controlled by the will of those 2000 around him and that made him realise he had to act as per the convention. The natives have the control of the white man.
I think if he would have realized that than he might not have shot the elephant. His body did not even jerk when the shots hit him, the tortured breathing continued without a pause. However, he continued to publish several literary pieces that showed his strong disgust against the imperial evil in Asia. He is later told that the elephant took a half hour to die. It shows that the human motive is to try to satisfy everyone around you by making the decision they think is right; instead of making the decision you think is right.
Some more women followed, clicking their tongues and exclaiming; evidently there was something that the children ought not to have seen. It was impossible to do nothing because that would make him look all the bigger fool before the crowd. The prisons especially presented rich evidence regarding the wrongdoings of the British. His intention was to scare the elephant away, but after he notcied the Burmans following him his intentioned changed. On his way to the elephant, his precession of sightseers, excited at the possibility of seeing a dead elephant, grows. Once he gets there he meets the Burmese sub-inspector and they look at what the elephant has done. With the crowd becoming more and more rowdy, he fired where he thought the bullet could effectively kill the elephant.
It had already destroyed somebody's bamboo hut, killed a cow and raided some fruit-stalls and devoured the stock; also it had met the municipal rubbish van and, when the driver jumped out and took to his heels, had turned the van over and inflicted violences upon it. He would go near the elephant and shoot if it charged. There's some discussion among the other police officers about whether or not he did the right thing. Gandhi's personal philosophy was: no meat-eating, or any form of animal food. This is the lesson of Criminology.
He is puppet being controlled. He fires at its heart, but the elephant hardly seems to notice the bullets. Orwell notes that he is lucky the elephant killed a man, because it gave his own actions legal justification. Moreover, killing an elephant is a waste of an expensive commodity. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works.
Finally I fired my two remaining shots into the spot where I thought his heart must be. I shoved the cartridges into the magazine and lay down on the road to get a better aim. An orderly brought the rifle with five cartridges and some Burmans informed the author that the beast was in a paddy field nearby. The orderly came back in a few minutes with a rifle and five cartridges, and meanwhile some Burmans had arrived and told us that the elephant was in the paddy fields below, only a few hundred yards away. Orwell also uses some connotations and denotations in the essay. I had almost made up my mind that the whole story was a pack of lies, when we heard yells a little distance away.