Racism In 'Blood White Woman, And Brain On Ice'

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“What is the purest color in the world?”— Undoubtedly, many people will answer: “White.” Truly, there is no color purer than white. White is an angel with the purest soul. Oppositely, people may think of black, the color that is considered to be evil, terrified and hopeless. However, there is another meaning of black and white. Obviously, some wars with weapons are destroying so many lives in some parts of the world while the racism is killing uncountable souls in everywhere of the world at anytime. Crueler than a war with weapons, it is racism. Does the color of the skin really matter? Both of the poems “Blood White Woman” by Patricia Smith and the poem “Brain on Ice” by Michael Warr answer in a same way: “Yes, it does.” Both of them are great …show more content…

The poem “Blonde White Woman” is the acceptance of self while the poem “Brain on Ice” is the non reconciliation of reality. First of all, in “Blonde White Woman,” Ebony magazine is promoting Smith to question her own skin and hair through the advertising so that she should not be satisfied with herself. After realizing that she is unable to change the reality, Smith turns to appreciate herself. She states: “even crayons fail me now—I can find no color darker, more beautiful, than I am.” Finally, she recognizes the love she has for her own Mother and an acceptance of self, "My name is Patricia Ann." Even though there is a “snowstorm,” the snow is shaken from her black hair—black can be as pure as white, beautiful as well. Contrarily, Warr is more negative. What he wants is not only the nice appearance, but also the successful achievement. Sadly, the subway is the micro world of the reality by metaphor—racism gives him an empty seat. Surly, this seat is not dirty, but every withdrawn and introverted passenger will view the person that sits there as potentially dirty. He believes that fear is irrational, and often predicated on lack of knowledge. He knows clearly that being humans cannot escape it. His hopelessness displays snidely since he similes himself as a murder who can hurt any passenger in the train and a charred rope that can tie the passengers’ consciousness and ruin it like a “terrorized imprisonment.” Warr is not willing to accept the unfilled seat. But he knows that he might have no chance to view the unfilled seat to be filled. There is no one has such the courage to sit. The subway is dark and silent, like Warr’s heart, that driving to a direction with endless

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