Because of Winn-Dixie is, in many ways, a study in both the negative consequences of prejudging others and what can happen when people approach others with curiosity, openness, and compassion. While the novel lays out perfectly understandable reasons why a person may be inclined to judge someone, it overwhelmingly suggests that these reasons nevertheless keep people from being able to truly connect with others. Being open, curious, and compassionate with people, meanwhile, is one of the most effective ways to make and nurture friendships.
In most cases, 10-year-old Opal, who’s new to the small town of Naomi, Florida, is a naturally nonjudgmental person. This is apparent when she first sees a dog running wild through the local grocery store. Though she describes the animal as huge, ugly, smelly, and in poor physical health, she nevertheless sees through this to the new friend waiting underneath. The dog, whom Opal names Winn-Dixie, is just as open to new people—though he’s never seen Opal before in his life and has certainly never had anyone call him Winn-Dixie, he follows her when she calls him and is more than happy to accompany her home. Over the course of the novel, Opal has several opportunities to learn that she was right to not judge Winn-Dixie when they first met, and that she should continue in that spirit of openness. She and her father, the preacher, quickly discover that Winn-Dixie is deathly afraid of thunderstorms. He runs back and forth through their home, knocking over everyone and everything in his path. Though this scares and concerns Opal at first, the preacher counsels her that they can’t hold this trait against Winn-Dixie. Rather, they need to understand that this isn’t something he can control and help him through it as best they can. The preacher, then, reinforces the idea that individuals should be open and caring with those they consider friends. While friends may not always look or behave their best, it’s important to treat them with compassion and understanding regardless.
Winn-Dixie himself sets one of the novel’s greatest examples of openness and compassion. While Opal is a likeable protagonist—it’s easy to see why a dog or a person would want to be friends with her—Winn-Dixie helps Opal understand that even in the case of individuals who don’t seem so immediately likeable, it’s important to try one’s best to befriend them as well. Winn-Dixie is more than willing to approach and befriend everyone in Naomi: from the old woman Gloria, who’s believed to be a witch, to the pet shop employee Otis, who spent time in jail and is thought of among Naomi’s residents as a hardened criminal. While people, and children in particular, might avoid these individuals because of their supposedly sordid pasts, Winn-Dixie bursts through all of that prejudice and shows Opal that it’s silly to believe a rumor about someone without first verifying it and getting the story from the person in question.
One day, Winn-Dixie races into Gloria’s garden while neighborhood boys Dunlap and Stevie warn Opal that Gloria is a witch. Though Opal doesn’t like the boys to begin with and therefore has less reason to believe them, it’s telling that Opal decides almost instantly to follow Winn-Dixie’s lead. She understands immediately that Gloria is in no way a witch—though as a kid in a town where most others believe that Gloria is a witch, Opal would have lots of reasons to go along with it. Similarly, a “pinched-face” girl named Amanda warns Opal that Otis is a criminal, and therefore that Opal shouldn’t be around him. Though this concerns Opal—she’s always been told to avoid criminals—she pushes through her apprehension and discovers that although Otis has been to jail, he’s also one of the kindest and most generous individuals in Naomi. In these instances, Opal’s openness allows her to befriend those that Naomi society deems inappropriate friend material but who are actually longing for friends themselves and are happy to welcome Opal and Winn-Dixie into their lives.
The novel also goes to great lengths to show that as a person begins befriending people, this sets off a chain reaction of connections and friendships. In essence, the novel proposes that if a person opens themselves up to making friends, each friend will, in turn, expand a person’s social group by connecting them to others. Opal goes from being friendless; to having Winn-Dixie; to having her adult friends Gloria, Franny, and Otis; to finally making friends with kids her own age—all by choosing to embrace Winn-Dixie on that fateful night in the grocery store and by choosing to follow his lead when he attempts to introduce her to others. With this, the novel offers an important lesson: making a friend and treating others with openness, kindness, and compassion doesn’t just give a person a single friend—it can give a person a community.
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Openness, Friendship, and Community Quotes in Because of Winn-Dixie
And none of them wanted to be my friend anyway because they probably thought I’d tell on them to the preacher for every little thing they did wrong; and then they would get in trouble with God and their parents. So I told God that I was lonely, even having Winn-Dixie.
She sighed. “I imagine I’m the only one left from those days. I imagine I’m the only one that even recalls that bear. All my friends, everyone I knew when I was young, they are all dead and gone.”
She sighed again. She looked sad and old and wrinkled. It was the same way I felt sometimes, being friendless in a new town and not having a mama to comfort me. I sighed, too.
All of a sudden, I felt happy. I had a dog. I had a job. I had Miss Franny Block for a friend. And I had my first invitation to a party in Naomi. It didn’t matter that it came from a five-year-old and the party wasn’t until September. I didn’t feel so lonely anymore.
“You know, my eyes ain’t too good at all. I can’t see nothing but the general shape of things, so I got to rely on my heart. Why don’t you go on and tell me everything about yourself, so as I can see you with my heart.”
All of a sudden it was hard for me to talk. I loved the preacher so much. I loved him because he loved Winn-Dixie. I loved him because he was going to forgive Winn-Dixie for being afraid. But most of all, I loved him for putting his arm around Winn-Dixie like that, like he was already trying to keep him safe.
I waved at the woman on the porch and she waved back, and I watched Sweetie Pie run off to tell her mama about Otis being a magic man. It made me think about my mama and how I wanted to tell her the story about Otis charming all the animals. I was collecting stories for her.
And I got real good at holding on to Winn-Dixie whenever they came. I held on to him and comforted him and whispered to him and rocked him, just the same way he tried to comfort Miss Franny when she had her fits. Only I held on to Winn-Dixie for another reason, too. I held on to him tight so he wouldn’t run away.
It all made me think about Gloria Dump. I wondered who comforted her when she heard those bottles knocking together, those ghosts chattering about the things she had done wrong. I wanted to comfort Gloria Dump. And I decided that the best way to do that would be to read her a book, read it to her loud enough to keep the ghosts away.
“And the army took him, and Littmus went off to war, just like that. Left behind his mother and three sisters. He went off to be a hero. But he soon found out the truth.” Miss Franny closed her eyes and shook her head.
“What truth?” I asked her.
“Why, that war is hell,” Miss Franny said with her eyes still closed. “Pure hell.”
I ate my Littmus Lozenge slow. It tasted good. It tasted like root beer and strawberry and something else I didn’t have a name for, something that made me feel kind of sad. I looked over at Amanda. She was sucking on her candy and thinking hard.
“Do you like it?” Miss Franny asked me.
“Yes ma’am,” I told her.
“What about you, Amanda? Do you like the Littmus Lozenge?”
“Yes ma’am,” she said. “But it makes me think of things I feel sad about.”
I didn’t go to sleep right away. I lay there and thought how life was like a Littmus Lozenge, how the sweet and the sad were all mixed up together and how hard it was to separate them out. It was confusing.
I swept the floor real slow that day. I wanted to keep Otis company. I didn’t want him to be lonely. Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely. I thought about my mama.
I kept on going over the list in my head. I memorized it the same way I had memorized the list of ten things about my mama. I memorized it so if I didn’t find him, I would have some part of him to hold on to. But at the same time, I thought of something I had never thought of before; and that was that a list of things couldn’t even begin to show somebody the real Winn-Dixie, just like a list of ten things couldn’t ever get me to know my mama.
“Well,” said Gloria Dump. “We didn’t do nothin’. We just sat here and waited and sang some songs. We all got to be good friends. Now. The punch ain’t nothin’ but water and the egg-salad sandwiches got tore up by the rain. You got to eat them with a spoon if you want egg salad. But we got pickles to eat. And Littmus Lozenges. And we still got a party going on.”
“Mama,” I said, just like she was standing right beside me, “I know ten things about you, and that’s not enough, that’s not near enough. But Daddy is going to tell me more; I know he will, now that he knows you’re not coming back. He misses you and I miss you, but my heart doesn’t feel empty anymore. It’s full all the way up. I’ll still think about you, I promise. But probably not as much as I did this summer.”