Guitar In Toni Morrison's Song Of Solomon

Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon is centered around truth and the journey to finding it. In order to reach that pot of secrets, Milkman has to learn to brush past the little things that confuse him, for example Macon’s reasons for raising his hand at Ruth, for which Guitar suggests to brush off the things he doesn’t understand and move on.
Staying strong in times of hardship is difficult especially when there’s no fairy godmother to help. Guitar is the embodiment of his own advice. His childhood was ruined by the deaths of his parents, poverty, and Macon Dead, yet he has grown into an intelligent man who is physically strong enough to keep the world’s ratio of white to black in check. I can see where Guitar is coming from, that shit just happens

and the only way to move on and live life is to forget about it.
I have my share of leaving things in the past: failing test grades, a rainy umbrella-less day, uncalled for scoldings. However, I could never be confident in myself if my insecurities are things that I haven’t given more than a second thought to.
Everywhere I go, there already a preconception of who I am, how I act, and what I say. I feel like it’s fine because I judge others the way they judge me, mentally. They are meant to be in people’s minds, not out in the open. But apparently there are people who don’t seem to give a damn about feelings.
Three is one of the prime times for when a bus gets packed like there’s a vicious cheetah on the loose. Seated in the back where the cool kids were, I saw a well dressed black man board and scan for seats. I assumed he was friendly (yes, a man in a suit and tie is a nice man) and would appreciate me giving up my seat so he could sit with his daughter. But I was wrong, big time.
He didn’t need my seat. Instead, my friend who had been occupying two seats, removed her bag, so my act of kindness left unappreciated. When asked why I moved, I gave an answer that didn’t really make sense. But it was alright cause that man offered his opinion.
“I’ll tell you why. It’s people like her. Their eyes shiver in fear whenever I come near them,” he laughs. “All they see is the skin color.”
Explaining myself was no longer an option. No matter what I did or said that day, that man would always remind his daughter that she shouldn’t let anyone judge her by her skin color. It would always be my fault that that girl thinks I moved because she was black.
I’ve spent countless nights racking my mind about how I’ve screwed up that time- like why didn’t I defend myself or what I could have done to avoid the mess. Sometimes these things that mess up your flow are the worst and you want to throw the key to memory lane away and never ever remember the time you goofed up, but it will always be a part of you. And I feel like that’s would make you a stronger person than you’ll ever be if you were to let it go.