The novel the bluest eye deals with the colour problem in America.

Do you know what it’s for? “Asked Pecola, as if hoping to give her the same answer.
“For the babies.” Maureen raised two eyebrows like pencil strokes at the obviousness of the matter. “Babies need blood when they’re inside you, and then, if you expect a baby, you do not miss it. But when you do not expect any babies, you do not have to save the blood, and you let go.

The need to exorcise the demons that persecuted the Breedlove, the family of Pecola, found redemption in another scene painted in red, the biblical martyr shed his blood for the salvation of his sinners, nature allowed that the girl’s blood was spilled before his amazement and ignorance of that natural process, as a hope that was presented in defense of his own salvation.

The rape of Cholly, the father of Pecola, victim of the “rape” of the whites, of the violation of his masculine intimacy, the feeling of the spotlights of his lanterns scrutinizing his genital parts while consummating the act with a young girl, and being forced to continue it, I believe in him a certain aversion towards the young woman who accompanied him and perhaps it was reflected in the other women. That rape was connected to the rape of her own daughter.

Although nobody says anything, in the fall of 1941 there were no Calendulas. We thought then that if the Calendulas had not grown it was because Pecola was going to have the baby of his father. A light inspection and a point of less melancholy would have shown us that our seeds were not the only ones that did not germinate: no one’s seeds did. Not even the gardens facing the lake had marigolds that year. But so deep was our concern for the health and birth of Pecola’s baby that we could think of nothing but our own magic: if we planted the seeds and uttered the right words, they would sprout and everything would go well. (page 11)

Bluest eye