Yeah, the whole 'being non-white, cis, hetero sucks at all times and these people only have worth in terms of showing their misery' train needs to die.
Every once in a while, I get a review on a book where someone is mad because my characters are minorities and not suffering and I happily dunk those in the garbage beside the ones that are enraged that there's a woman who can swing a big sword.
This is something I must have been subconciously thinking of but forgot to mention.
I remember seeing the film
Detroit when it was in the cinema in Ireland.
'Enjoy' is not the right word (I should have realised the film was going to be darker than I expected... my university friends and I were all pretty shocked and appalled at what happened), but I appreciated that the film was well done and portrayed the naughty word, shocking evil of what happened clearly. I remember John Boyega putting in a great performance and William Poulter displaying shocking, banal evil in a sinister manner. And I'm really surpised reading hte creddits to realise Anthony Mackie was in it (but I wasn't as aware of him as I am now).
I decided to read up on reviews afterwards, I think to partly gather my thoughts and to investigate the history - historical accuracy in fictional films about real events is something I'm always curious about.
My perception of a lot of the issues around Black representation in media, particularly from the US, changed as I read about how the film despite it's quality was receiving a chill reception because it was
another film about naughty word things happening to African Americans and Black people... which I was realising were continuing to happen all too frequently. I was starting to understand why there was hostility to films like
12 Years a Slave.
I am not a person of colour or Black, but it has certainly made me steadfast to write settings and fiction where people of colour, at the very least, do not suffer because of their skin colour.
As an amendum, it has made me think about what it would feel like to have films about Irish people that were
only about the Famine or the Troubles or general oppression of Irish film. The situtations, on many levels, are obviously VERY DIFFERENT and so I'm only able to empathise to a certain degree.
But I would find that highly irritating and discouraging at a certain level. Especially since Irish culture can be a wee bit too addicted to the old misery and moaning like.