#3 love, fear, beauty and the death of dreams

How can I not love the Bluest Eye when Beloved is by far my favorite book!
One passage I can't forget from Beloved and had to put as my quote on the yearbook “too thick? Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.” transcends beloved, the black community and is the fact about humankind: We all yearn to love and are carried away by its strength when we let ourselves to it.
What african americans have gone through is a shame on humankind. Many races, because of their different appearances shared the similar history all around the world. But putting the dark side of history aside, Toni Morrison makes us face the seeds of fear we plant all along our lives in other people's. People alone can kill dreams.
When Frida and Claudia go to see Pecola in the house Mrs.Breedlove works the little girl sees the two girls and “fear dances across her face for a second” (p.108). Because both Claudia and Frida are very young, I don't think they can be that much of scary. But because they are black, even a very little white girl instantly thinks that they are unwelcome intruders. The culture can be so deep in our minds even at an early age that this “pink-and-yellow” girl is capable of categorizing people according to their skin color. It is impossible not to notice that the narrator, Claudia, a little child as well, uses colors to describe that girl too. In order to stick with your own people an be accepted, all of these people try not to cross boundaries and left alone.
And fear is powerful. Fear of loneliness is powerful. Fear made Pauline someone else, Mrs.Breedlove. Before the understanding of “human hatred” consumed her, she was someone filled with colorful dreams and hopes about the future. She believed that somewhere around the world a person is coming to save her and with him she would be whole in the world, accepted, loved and loving in return. When she moved to Ohio, she noticed things were different here than her home town. She says on page 117 “it was hard to get to know folks up here, and I missed my people. I weren't used to so much white folks. The ones I seed before was something hateful, but they didn't come around too much (. . .) But they want all over us. Up north they was everywhere-next door, downstairs, all over the streets-and colored folks few and far between. Northern colored folk was different too. No better than whites for meanness. They could make you feel just as no-count.” Feeling this way, Pauline desperately tries to be someone else to belong only to find that because of who she is she neither can change nor be accepted. She turns into a person who can't love, is afraid to show affection. She gives up the dreams.
Now, when life is like that, who is to blame Pecola to want the bluest eyes?