In the afterward of The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison said that “I did not want to dehumanize the characters who trashed Pecola and contributed to her collapse.” However, the novel showed us all the people should take the responsibility for her tragic fate, her father’s rape, her mother’s indifferent, her schoolmates’ bullying, neighbors’ gossips, and so on. Imagine, the bluest eyes in the blackest skin, do you think it is beautiful? My answer is opposite. Then why Pecola so strongly desired to own the bluest eyes? It is because the people surrounding her drummed the idea into her mind, making her believe in that if she had the bluest eye, she would have get others’ attention and praise. Pecola is an ugly black girl who longed for others’ love and care. That night when she got her first menstruation and Frieda said something about baby and love, the thought about love still couldn’t get out of her mind. “Pecola asked a question that had never entered her mind. ‘How do you do that? I mean, how do you get somebody to love you?’” And the experience she suffered from told her the bluest eye, if you owned the bluest eye, you could get somebody to love you. In the novel, Toni Morrison also pictured the stories about Pecola’s mother and father. From their stories, we learned that they all suffered a lot in their lives. Toni Morrison seems to tell us they are also victims of the society, of the racial discrimination. Victims are also offenders. They are the offenders to their daughter. While in the novel, what we do not see is Pecola’s complaints, Pecola’s crying for her miserable life. Pecola is silent. Silence is a kind power more than crying. Her silence touched me a lot and made me want to cry for her. She was silent and she told much. Her crying was so loud and so penetrating that daunted around my ears for days. The power of silence reminded me of 80 thousand people in Hongkong demonstrating for 8 persons who were killed in Philippines in 2010. They were silent, instead of crying. 80 thousand people’s silence has more power than 80 thousand people’s crying. Toni Morrison is merciless, so merciless to Pecola. At the end of the novel, she made Pecola’s dream for the bluest eye come true at the cost of her clear mind. Pecola finally had the bluest eye, but sadly, she found that people still did not love her. She wondered the reason why the situation did not change as she thought, as she learned, as she was told. She wondered that maybe the color was still not the bluest. She still believed the bluest eye is the root of her misery. “No, Pecola, no,” I desire to cry to her, “It is not your problem. It is the problem of the racism, of the society, of the country, of the world.” While she could not hear me, even if she could hear me, she would not listen to me. Her mind had been polluted by the wrong awareness of beauty. She and many black people like her had been brainwashed by the White.