“Get out,” she said, her voice quiet. “You nasty little black bitch. Get out of my house (92)”. This is quoting the desperate housewife of The Bluest Eye, Geraldine. I am fine with calling this character the most socially crippled in the novel thus far, seeing that she is blinded and brainwashed in her own perception of the classes of Blacks. She herself, being one of “these sugar-brown Mobile girls” (82) the kind that “go to land-grant colleges and normal schools, and never seem to have boyfriends, but always marry (83).” Geraldine had birthed a son, in her cozy little house, where she met all the demands of a housewife that took charge of her home. “She had explained to him to the difference between colored people and niggers,” she would not allow her son to even play with these niggers. But oh, wait a minute, was she somehow exempt from the classification of Black? No, she knew she was of the Black race, but she was of the highest classification of the Black race. Little girls like Pecola Breedlove, a very dark Black girl, with noticeably worn out clothing didn’t stand a chance being respected by a woman like Geraldine, a colored woman, but not one “who knew nothing of girdles” “settling like a fly” with all the other niggers. No, no, no, Geraldine and her husband and little boy were nothing of the sort.