The world looks at Dallas Winston as a no good hood. They see a dangerous, rebellion, ruthless, cold hearted stereotypical hood. A police record miles line which marks him. Scars that tell the story of his life.
I see something else, in the words of Johnny Cade, Dallas in gallant in his own way. Not in the way Soda is Dallas is loyal to his friends and protects the ones he cares about. Behind those cold eyes filled with a hate for the world tells the story of a misunderstood boy.
We seem to forget Dallas's hardships. Living on the rough side of New York with parents who don't seem to care. He was first jailed at the tender age of ten. He was hardened by that experience. Dallas wouldn't know what affection and caring feels like if it wasn't for my mother.
He had to be tough to survive, if you weren't you'd be dead on the streets. It was Johnny who Dallas came to care for. In a way the same way Johnny looked up to Dally, for Dally it was like having a kid brother.
Yes, Dallas Winston was a greaser who crumbled under the street light. It was a haze of bullets that ended his life. Whose story has ended, but his legacy still continues.
He finally broke; he was always a damaged broken soul. He hides his brokenness behind his cold eyes. I don't think he hated the world as much as he didn't understand the world.
He didn't know about the clouds, sunsets and the beauty in the world. He saw the darkness, the ugly and the hardships.
In the words of Robert Frost "nothing gold can stay"