Dearest Emilia

Everyone's a critic when it comes to the character of another person. And while this judgment should be based on intimate knowledge of someone, typically it is made prematurely because most of us view from afar, as the readers do with Shakespeare's Othello. My prognosis of Emilia, as it turns out, was quite incongruous to her true nature, which I originally perceived as subtly deceiving. However, this is only due to the fact that the audience was not able to see the in-between moments of Emilia's life nor have any insight into her mind. It was confirmed in the lugubrious ending scene of the play, in which Emilia realizes that she was unknowingly suborned by Iago, that she is undoubtedly just and loyal. Her flaw is the scintilla of ignorance that allows her to be swept up into her husband's scheme. Whether this was caused by desperation to please him or not, she was ignorant. She had to have known that someone or something was in jeopardy when he asked her to steal Desdemona's handkerchief. Unless, she thought it was just another one of his weird fetishes. This would not be surprising considering
she is probably affected by the strange and perverted milieu in which I imagine they live. Sometimes people become immune to certain acts or experiences when they have be exposed to them enough. Whether she originally did turn a blind eye to the plot or not, when it came down to the bare skin and bones of the situation, she came clean. It was an honorable move, especially since it was pretty much an impasse at that point, and she did not have to say anything. The rawness and passion of her confession in which she paid homage to her beloved Desdemona, and the honesty and decency that she represented, defined her character for me.
Apparently it's not over until the bleeding wife screams NO.