Sandra Batres
BLOG #5
Toni Morrison’s Broken Men
Toni Morrison’s novel The Bluest Eye is undoubtedly known for its perspective of the black female childhood conceptualization of the world and its unyielding racism and sexism. Though the focus of the novel is certainly the lives and bodies of young black females, there is something to be said about the comparison of these females to the portrayal of men in the novel. Males such as Geraldine’s son, Junior, Cholly and his son Sammy, form an array of dysfunctional men. The novel presents the struggle of black females as one tied to the standard conceptions of beauty. Females, in the novel have internalized hatred for themselves and in turn, like Geraldine, hatred against those darker than them. On the other hand, the male representation or lack thereof in the novel is most certainly not an oversight but a portrait of the effects institutional racism has on the black male’s sense of freedom and the feelings of confinement that follow them throughout life. Males are represented through their absence, the act of running away, and through their presence, in the form of destructive or sexually destructive acts. Thus, women and men in the novel both express their frustrations of ideological and institutional holds on them in damaging ways. The scene with the smashing of the watermelon comes to symbolize the male’s internalized anger for his lack of freedom as well as his aggression towards the women in his life. In the same vein, Claudia’s violent deconstruction of her dolls not only to disfigure but to find the essence is parallel to the 4th of July picnic crushing of the watermelon.
The difference between these two parallels, however, is that one is more organized, taking a scientific hatred of sorts. Claudia, performs anger induced autopsies on her dolls—attempting to find something close to a heart, a spirit that justifies its living presence in her mind, “I had only one desire: to dismember it. To see of what it was made, to discover the dearness, to find the beauty, the desirability that had escaped me, but apparently only me” (20). However, her method has a sort of violence, a violence against the living something that separates her from the Maureen Peal’s of the world, “If I pinched them, their eyes—unlike the crazed glint of the baby doll’s eyes—would fold in pain, and their cry would not be the sound of an icebox door, but a fascinating cry of pain. When I learned how repulsive this disinterested violence was, that it was repulsive because it was disinterested, my shame floundered about for refuge” (23). At a young age Claudia becomes aware of the standards that mold her self-loathing, her dissection is a method to find freedom from this white doll’s beauty—if she could only understand its appeal, she can be free from it.
On the other hand, Cholly is a man that craves freedom, he needs it to survive. He resents Pauline for the anchor that she becomes. The fact that Cholly, throughout his life has chosen to run away is perhaps a criticism from Morrison on a man’s need to be free, unrestrained from any institution, including the institution of marriage at the cost of female sacrifice. Women as a consequence are left to take care of the problems—to birth and bury their children alone, to hate and take care of their “broken” daughters alone. Cholly’s freedom as well as his hatred are symbolized in the crushing of the watermelon, representing a man’s freedom to be primal, reckless, unattached and have the freedom to destroy something and eat its heart because he can. Claudia wants to find the heart of the doll, she doesn’t want to “eat it” but rather understand it and perhaps find some sort of inner resolution from her findings. Contrary to this, Cholly doesn’t want to understand anything, he wants to “taste” this freedom, similar to Pecola “drinking” Shirley Temple. However, Pecola is bound to ideology, in reality she can never be Shirley Temple and Cholly is free to run away if he chooses. Similar to Claudia, the father at the 4th of July picnic dismembers the watermelon, though does so forcefully. The image makes Cholly think of the devil,
The father of the family lifted the melon high over his head—his big arms looked taller than the trees to Cholly, and the melon blotted out the sun. […] He wondered if God looked like that. No. God was a nice old white man, with long white hair, flowing white beard, and little blue eyes that looked sad when people died and mean when they were bad. It must be the devil who looks like that—holding the world in his hands, ready to dash it to the ground and spill the red guts […] And now the strong, black devil was blotting out the sun and getting ready to split open the world (134).
Cholly’s freedom, through the dismemberment of the watermelon is thus associated with the devil, sin and destruction. Blue sharing the heart of the ruptured watermelon instills in Cholly the act of freedom and independence (it’s the 4th of July after all) through an aggressive, bloody and forceful manner.
Males such as Geraldine’s son Junior, Cholly and his son Sammy express their frustrations and exert a sense of freedom through violent acts. Junior abuses the cat, Cholly abuses his family and Sammy inflicts his own sort of damage, “Sammy used his [ugliness] as a weapon to cause others pain. He adjusted his behavior to it, chose his companions on the basis of it: people who could be fascinated, even intimidated by it” (39). Sammy eventually runs away for good, his sex a freedom or privilege of sorts. At an early age, Sammy and Junior learn of the aggression that is coupled with a confused sense of freedom and release. In her novel, Morrison presents the criticism of males deserting females as well as those staying and destroying the lives of their children. Although she presents male stories, she understand the limitations she has in getting to the heart of the male’s position. By stating that Cholly’s life can only be pieced together and understood by a musician, Morrison is stating that she is only an author, and that his dangerous freedom can only be understood by those who compose and arrange pieces of music connected to the heart of the human complexity that is paradoxical— but more than that, she is only a woman, unable to truly get at the core of the male’s perspective.