In search of our mothers garden!
It is rewarding to learn about these black women who
considered themselves worthless; these abused, mutilated, confused by pain,
hopeless women who achieved overcoming almost all the difficulties on this life
in order so their granddaughters could thrive. It is impossible to claim for
sure that the today’s young black women are racial-free but at least they have
more opportunities due to the fighting that their mothers and grandmothers did.
There were several points in this book that had a real impact on me but the one that really got to me was when talking about the rights a black woman had to create art. There was this line about their mothers and grandmothers who began moving to music not written yet. It is painful to know that they wanted to created art and be artists but they couldn’t because the white people would probably kill them. The way she talks about her mother is beautiful and empowering with her strong character, her conduct, and her way of always being overprotective and that inner unsaid but so heartfelt feeling of being strong in order not to be pressed down by other people. I liked when the author emphasized the fact that her mother labored beside-not behind- her father in the fields. That shows equality and I personally have always admired that about the culture of black people, they almost always respect their partners. This great love which was created between them originates from the common sufferance’s both genders went through.
Reading such books that are overall so well written and so well structurally conducted, sentences like: “exquisite butterflies in an evil honey…” really send you and me and all of us, as readers, into their world. I cannot even begin to imagine their reality, let alone live through it.
“And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see: or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.”
There were several points in this book that had a real impact on me but the one that really got to me was when talking about the rights a black woman had to create art. There was this line about their mothers and grandmothers who began moving to music not written yet. It is painful to know that they wanted to created art and be artists but they couldn’t because the white people would probably kill them. The way she talks about her mother is beautiful and empowering with her strong character, her conduct, and her way of always being overprotective and that inner unsaid but so heartfelt feeling of being strong in order not to be pressed down by other people. I liked when the author emphasized the fact that her mother labored beside-not behind- her father in the fields. That shows equality and I personally have always admired that about the culture of black people, they almost always respect their partners. This great love which was created between them originates from the common sufferance’s both genders went through.
Reading such books that are overall so well written and so well structurally conducted, sentences like: “exquisite butterflies in an evil honey…” really send you and me and all of us, as readers, into their world. I cannot even begin to imagine their reality, let alone live through it.
“And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see: or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.”
Tony Morrison- The bluest eyes
This book certainly is something else. It sends you to so
many different levels and emotions that you can’t anticipate. It’s interesting
to see how your perception may change through it all about all the characters
involved there. At first I had a remorse moment towards Pecola’s father and
somehow understood his actions but never justified them. Later on when he raped
her that whole pitiful image that I had created on him came crumbling down as
that action was not justifiable. He even impregnates his own daughter but wasn’t
man enough to come forward and say “I did it”. Pecola’s mother is a rotten soul
and if that weren’t enough she continues to oppress herself even more. I think
this book has so many themes that I’m eager to discuss about such as beauty and
how we perceive ourselves as well as how much we value our inner world. Motherhood
and what really is the role of a mother when her daughter tells her, that her
husband raped her. Raping, Sexism. Love. And of course most importantly race. It is undeniable that parenting is one the hardest things to
do but what is even harder is to love yourself, because without that you cannot
give love to those who long for it, just like Pecola.
What I found a beautiful passage in the book was when Claudia and Frieda planted those seeds of flowers. Even if that unborn child was the result of rape they still valued life and loved it. It is rare to find a book that describes pain so well that captivates you and makes you a part of the people that pray for a happy ending. Unfortunately as I said before happiness can only come after we appreciate and love ourselves just the way we are cause those blue eyes can never change your soul. So everyone should rise above every kind of prejudice regarding their race and skin color but not only.
What I found a beautiful passage in the book was when Claudia and Frieda planted those seeds of flowers. Even if that unborn child was the result of rape they still valued life and loved it. It is rare to find a book that describes pain so well that captivates you and makes you a part of the people that pray for a happy ending. Unfortunately as I said before happiness can only come after we appreciate and love ourselves just the way we are cause those blue eyes can never change your soul. So everyone should rise above every kind of prejudice regarding their race and skin color but not only.
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