Dandelions

Dandelions.
In The Bluest Eyes, Dandelions are the African Americans in the white society. They are weeds that people saw the need to eradicate for they ruined the soil they grew in and scared away the "beautiful" plants that are supposed to live there.
As a child, I shared memories and beliefs with Pecola. I too didn't think that these little yellow flowers were ugly and dangerous. We "thought they were pretty" (47 Morrison). I remember picking dandelions to make bouquets for my parents, though they quickly threw them away. I remember blowing on dandelions to make my wishes come true, but to find more fluffy flowers the next day. At that time, little did I care or know that these plants were the weeds that people hated and tried to remove so earnestly. Now, just a few year later, I see the horrors of these plants.

Truthfully speaking, I don't think the comparison between Dandelions and African Americans is correct; as a matter of fact, I think it is wrong in every aspect. African Americans are people just like any other race. The things that other races can do, I'm sure Africans can do it as well. If an analogy were to be made with Dandelions, it would be the societal norms that hover above individuals. Generalizations made by people spreed crazily like unwanted weeds. They can never be truly disposed of and are embraced by everyone to some degree--just like how every patch of dirt has potential to give life to a Dandelion. When one child picks it up, they are tainted the yellow pigment. When another child makes a wish upon the seeds of hope, the beliefs planted by society only grows to greater lengths.
So now the question arises, who is scarier? African Americans?