Walking into the press screening, I was praying that I wasn’t going to watch another subpar movie about progressing the black movement that failed to break any new ground. I am ecstatic to announce that my prayers were answered.
Black women are stereotyped to the point where it makes me want to roll my eyes into another dimension. They are shown to be ditzy, annoying, loud, disrespectful, and attention seeking.
Could you ever imagine someone murdering your best friend? Go on. I’m asking you to imagine it. That’s what this book does.
Reading the book, I wished to hand it off to everyone in my life to explain, “This is me. I am Starr. This is what I feel.”