Jumping into this book knowing it was banned and that its content easily made people uncomfortable was sort of exciting. Not the kind of excitement of doing something fun (I mean, reading is fun, but I don't exactly have a habit of reading controversy for the enjoyment) but rather the excitement of learning something someone somewhere decided was not for the eyes of highschoolers. Books, banned because prostitutes (Catcher in the Rye), rape (Kite Runner, [apparently] The Bluest Eye), and so forth, are supposed to portray a message of sorts. Graphic scenes are the kind of stuff that happens behind closed doors and don't happen in "reality" or whatever overprotective people decide to call their existences.
Sure, the descriptions are probably graphic but labeling them for a part of the book rather than as a whole is doing the literary world a disservice. This is exactly what occurs within the first ten pages of The Bluest Eye with the narrator's experience with dolls. An ideal that seems harmless or does away with "harm" is forced upon unwillingly participants in what is called life.
On another note, addressed to the schooling system: please invest more resources on educating more rather than on educating less.
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