Why, although reviled by others, could this beauty not be taken for granted by the community? Why did it need wife public articulation to exit? These are not clever questions.” “Who told her? Who made her feel that it was better to be a freak than what she was? Who had looked at her and found her so wanting, so small a weight on the beauty scale? The reclamation of racial beauty in the sixties stirred these thoughts, made me think about the necessity for the claim. Toni Morrison – The Bluest Eye – Afterword “Until that moment I had seen pretty, the lovely, the nice, the ugly, and although I had certainly used the word ‘beautiful,’ I had never experienced its shock – the force of which was equaled by the knowledge that no one else recognized it, not even, or especially, the one who possessed it.” Eilhue “Soaphead Church” Whitcomb – The Bluest Eye – 177 We mistook violence for passion, indolence for leisure and thought recklessness was freedom. Consequently we were not royal but snobbish, not aristocratic but class-conscious we believed authority was cruel to our inferiors, and education was being at school. In retaining the identity of our race, we held fast to those characteristics most gratifying to sustain and least troublesome to maintain. “We took as our own the most dramatic, and the most obvious, of our white master’s characteristics, which were, of course, their worst.
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