The green-eyed monster known as racism came out of it’s dungeon, thrashed it’s teeth and scratched in vengeance last weekend.  The culprit: bigoted, insensitive adults. The victim: young, cute, and adorable African American actress Amandla Stenberg from the box office hit and young adult’s trilogy The Hunger Games.

“Sense when has Rue been a nigger,” one enraged tweeter wrote.
“Why is Rue a little black girl? Stick to the book, dude,” another responded to the movie.

The one thing I love about reading a book is having the creative freedom to imagine my characters and fantasy world the way I want them to look.  It’s my prerogative to interpret the writer’s description as tight or loose as I want. Author Suzanne Collins describes District 11’s tribute Rue as having “dark skin and eyes.”  It’s perfectly okay for a person to read “dark skin” and think of a white girl with a deep tan and overly brown eyes.  But to speak out against Hollywood depicting this image as a Black person is outrageously ignorant.


From CNN iReport"New York photographer Darrel Dawkins wants to send a message about the Trayvon Martin story, as do many iReporters who shared self-portraits in support of the movement. 'We shouldn't stay silent. We should basically talk about those who are out there discriminating and those who are racist'."

We’ve all heard the story of the innocent looking elderly lady who clutches her pocketbook in fear as a young black male walks past her, or the people that move to the opposite side of the street to avoid “danger that may arise” from being in the presence of the previous described person.  These young individuals get followed around in stores and even get kicked out of locations because they look as if they will steal or cause trouble.  I admit even my senses heighten and I turn on my defense mode when I am approached by a strange black male.  Society has told us to automatically perceive them as a potential threat.  “They have track records,” we think. Appalling! Some may holler.  But to those it happens to, it’s just normal everyday living.

For 17-year-old Trayvon Martin this battle of prejudging escalated from a temporary feeling of discomfort to a bloody altercation that demanded he pay the price of his life.