Throughout Invisible Man, the narrator struggles to find his own place in the world and be seen as who he really is. He strives to be like Frederick Douglass, and build his own name for himself in history. This theme of searching for identity as a part of history is recurrent throughout the entire novel, and in the scenes of Tod Clifton’s death, it is especially significant. The narrator is deeply unnerved by Clifton’s decision to leave the Brotherhood, because to him the Brotherhood is the only thing preventing them both from being invisible and forgotten. But Clifton's death, we see that the Brotherhood, the narrator, and the community all have different versions of what happened, and none of these histories tell the whole truth.
When the narrator first encountered Clifton selling the marionette dolls in the street, he was surprised and confused about why Clifton would want to let go of all the influence and respect he has by the brotherhood. “Only in the Brotherhood,” the narrator thinks, “[can] we make ourselves known, [can] we avoid being empty Sambo dolls”(434). After years just following the path others laid out for him, the narrator thinks the Brotherhood is an opportunity to choose on his own what he wants to do, and make his mark on history. Those outside the Brotherhood are nothing but a “void of faceless faces, of soundless voices, lying outside of history” (439). He views the Brotherhood as his opportunity to be seen for who he really is, instead of being confined to a predetermined script.
But after Clifton dies, it starts to seem like that’s not the real situation. The narrator soon sees that there are several different stories of Clifton’s death, and none seem to be saying the same thing. The Brotherhood considers Clifton a traitor. The police see him as a criminal. And after hearing the narrator’s speech, the people of Harlem see Clifton as a martyr for the black community.
By dying at the hands of the policemen, Clifton seems to reenter history; everyone knows who he is, and after the narrator’s powerful memorial speech, he is now a symbol of the black struggle. But they don’t see the real Clifton. Everyone tells a different story, and even though some might be mostly true, every one of these histories are carefully crafted to achieve a predetermined goal. Contrary to what the narrator believes, rejoining history has made Clifton even less of his own person; instead, a traitor, a martyr, a criminal, his life is still defined by whatever is most convenient to the narrative, and he is even more invisible than before.