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Quest for Personal Identity in Toni Morrison's the Bluest Eye

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Post World War I, many new opportunities were given to the growing and

expanding group of African Americans living in the North. Almost 500,00

African Americans moved to the northern states between 1910 and 1920. This

was the beginning of a continuing migration northward. More than 1,500,000

blacks went north in the 1930's and 2,500,00 in the 1940's. Life in the

North was very hard for African Americans. Race riots, limited housing

resulting in slum housing, and restricted job opportunities were only a few

of the many hardships that the African American people had to face at this

time. Families often had to separate, social agencies were overcrowded with

people that all needed help, crime rates increased and many other …show more content…

"`Crazy foo...my floor,

mess ...look what you...get on out...crazy...crazy...my floor , my floor....'

Her words were hotter and darker than the smoking berries. The little [white]

girl in pink started to cry. Mrs. Breedlove turned to her. `Hush, baby, hush.

Don't cry no more'" (Morrison 109). Her mother viewed Pecola as an obstacle

that had the potential to get in the way of her white charge's happiness and

consequently her happiness. Her mother refused to show any love to Pecola

because it might interfere with more important things. For a little girl, the

love of her mother is the most important love she can receive. Without that,

how can she think that she is worth anything at all?

Finally the rape by her father is the last evidence Pecola needs to believe

completely that she is an ugly unlovable girl. While in most cases a father

figure is one who little girls look to for guidance and approval, Cholly is

the exact opposite. He hurts Pecola in a physical way that in one attempt

measures up to the years of hurtful mockery. He took away from her the one

thing that was utterly and completely hers. After the rape, Pecola was never

even remotely the same:

She was so sad to see. Grown people looked away; children, those who were not

frightened by her, laughed outright. The damage done was total. She spent

her days, walking up and down her head jerking to the beat of a drummer so

distant only she could hear.

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