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South Boston is famous for its insularity and suspicion of outsiders, and because Small Mercies begins with the imminent implementation of the busing initiative as its social and political backdrop, the novel is deliberately crafted to reflect the profound anxiety of many residents over the imminent breach of the city’s invisible rules and boundaries. Some characters voice legitimate objections to busing, stating that those responsible for its implementation are hypocrites, and that sending children from one poor district to another is unlikely to enhance their education. They also counter that when students are suddenly forced to share spaces with those whom they have been trained to view as enemies, violence is likely to break out. Sooner or later, however, these more nuanced arguments give way to ugly racism and violent outbursts that reflect much more poorly on the people of South Boston than on the people they are trying to exclude. This dynamic is portrayed within the context of the novel as neighborhood rumor is quick to spin Auggie Williamson’s murder as the case of a drug dealer who simply got what was coming to him. Likewise, Mary Pat’s coworkers dismiss news reports revealing Auggie to be a hard-working student from a respectable family, for they derisively scoff, “Look how they try to make him look like a saint […] Keep talking about how he was a hard worker, his father’s a hard worker, blah blah blah. We’ll see” (85); such contemptuous attitudes reflect the widespread resistance that white residents of South Boston historically showed toward the Black citizens of the city during this time frame. Likewise at the anti-busing rallies, religious authorities drone on about “the inevitable destruction of their way of life” (135).
Surrounded by such systemic vitriol, it takes the terrible trauma of Jules’s death for Mary Pat to realize that the real threats lie within her own community, not beyond it, and that the ferocity of South Boston residents’ resistance to outsiders is mostly a distraction from this unpleasant truth. She already knew that “Noel didn’t discover heroin in Vietnam […] heroin discovered Noel in the projects of South Boston” (41). But in the case of Jules, a community that talks endlessly about looking out for one another instinctively closes ranks to protect a child molester and murderer. They are so desperate to protect the idea of their community against the perceived invasion of outsiders that they are willing to betray every single value that their community ostensibly stands for, betraying the very notion of community as a positive connection. In the end, the community is the source of its own corruption, not only by allowing racism and hatred to fester and explode into violence, but also by inducing a willful ignorance of the real dangers of organized white crime members who walk the streets freely.
Mary Pat and her fellow Southie residents often comment on how they live by a code that dictates what should and should not be done; they learned these principles from their parents and pass them on to their children. They learn, for example, never to cooperate with the police or to betray the secrets of the neighborhood to outsiders and to always regard the racial segregation of Boston’s different neighborhoods as an expression of God’s plan. As one of the speakers at the anti-busing rally proclaims with dogged, repetitive persistence and circuitous logic, “God did not make a mistake. He chose to make us [different colors]. […] If He wanted us to mix, then He would have mixed us […] He didn’t make us mixed. Because he doesn’t want us to mix” (136). For much of the novel, Mary Pat tends to separate the important lessons that she taught her children from the racism that is so endemic to the neighborhood. She takes pride in having at least tried to prepare her children for harsh facts of life in Southie, while regarding with mild embarrassment the memory of her son spewing racist vitriol to her face.
Upon learning Jules’s fate, Mary Pat’s initial reaction is to dismiss the entire notion of a neighborhood code as a “crock of shit” (68). This judgment is not incorrect, but it is incomplete. Her alienation from her community keeps her in a state of relative innocence, driven as she is by a righteous fury to avenge her daughter’s tragic fate, while conveniently overlooking the ways in which her daughter proved to be deeply complicit in the acts of violence and racism that permeate South Boston. Likewise, Mary Pat is ignorant of the insurmountable social boundaries that separate her from Calliope, and thus, her own sheltered mindset allows her to sustain the fantasy of a reconciliation with Calliope in the naïve hope that the two grieving mothers will be able to embrace in the shared horror of their experience. In her ill-fated trip to the Williamson home, she learns instead that she “raised a child who thought hating people because God made them a different shade of skin was okay” (252). However, unlike so many people of her community who might respond to such an accusation with denial, indifference, or counteraccusations, she accepts the charge fully and realizes that as well-intentioned as her efforts were, she passed on evil beliefs to her children out of a failure to question the veracity of harmful attitudes that were considered to be normal. There is of course no repairing the damage that has been done, and the author leaves readers only with the faint hope that Detective Bobby Coyne, a traumatized war veteran can at least try to set a better example for his own son.
If the people of South Boston were to choose one attribute to characterize themselves, it would be their toughness. In a strictly physical sense, men and women alike can dole out and receive punishment for any real or perceived offense against their reputations. Lacking much in the way of luxury or even comfort, they press on with a grim fatalism, falling back on clichéd statements about how “there’s a limited amount of good luck in this world […] If it doesn’t fall from the sky and land on you, […] there isn’t a damn thing you can do” (18). For the men of South Boston within the novel, there is an expectation that they must declare themselves through exhibitions of physical toughness, and thereby establish themselves as part of a social pecking order in which other people fear to cross them. For women, their ability to withstand abuse becomes a badge of honor as they accept a passive social role in which bad things simply happen to them and their job is merely to endure.
Nobody in the novel has endured more than Mary Pat, even before Jules’s disappearance and murder. She wants to believe that losing two husbands and a son has ensured her credentials in a long line of suffering Southie women, who in turn descend from a long line of suffering Irish women. Yet Jules’s disappearance initially forces her to realize that she still has something left: an emotional reservoir of determination to protect a good and kind girl from a ruthless world. In her brief efforts to summon the help of her community to find or at least gather an account of Jules, Mary Pat realizes that the tough people around her have paid the price of their moral and emotional integrity, for they are now so inured to the suffering around them that they wrap up even the most grievous of crimes into anodyne clichés. In response to her community’s indifference, Mary Pat decides to push this formula to the extreme, for unlike her, all the people she confronts for their misdeeds still hold some sort of attachment to those around them. Even Marty Butler holds a measure of affection for Frank Toomey, screaming “Nooooooo!” (282) as Mary Pat puts a bullet through Frank’s neck. Mary Pat, on the other hand, has been deprived of all remaining attachments. She has suffered so deeply that her toughness has been honed to the finest edge, just as her emotions have shrunk to the utter minimum. Her enemies, following their own logic, have unknowingly created the perfect enemy.
By Dennis Lehane