Why “The Hunger Games” matter.

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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.