Why "The Hunger Games" matter.
The Mockingjay? A poor girl.
The guy who saved her life? A generous black poor boy.
Her first inspiration to be the Mockingjay? A sweet black poor girl.
The person who transformed the heroine into the Mockingjay? A talented black man.
District 13 president? A determined woman.
District 13 chief of security? A kind-hearted black man.
District 13 chief of technology? An extremely intelligent black man. In a wheel chair.
Panem’s next president, which will also bring back democracy? A woman. A black one. A very courageous and fair one.
The best TV director from the Capitol? A talented woman.
Her main assistent? A black man.
One of the camera men? A mute poor guy.
OMG AN WHITE, STRAIGHT (?), CISGENDER (?) GUY! But nah, he was a poor one. Still a minority.
Just like Gale.
And Peeta (also, he doesn’t have a leg, but we’re talking movie *sigh*, so…).
And the character who was forced into prostitution was… a guy, not a girl.
Wait, where are the [irony] good men [/irony], the white, middle/rich class, cisgender, straight ones, not disabled, not opressed ones? Here’s one:
I know there have been white-washing and I know it’s still not perfect at all. But way to go, The Hunger Games. That’s why this series means so much to me.
