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What's kind of ironic is that, in the epilogue to the book, the writer says that Katherine Johnson's history keeps being told incorrectly, because there's a tendency to make Black people's story fit into a particular mold. So, like, didn't it look like she was the SOLE woman and SOLE Black person in that room? Yeah it did, didn't it? Well, she wasn't. And you know what? That takes nothing away from her contribution and her genius and her story.
Also, I found this kind of interesting. She used the white women's bathroom. No running across the compound. No crowbar to the sign. No carrying piles of computer printouts as she trots prettily across parking lots. No checking numbers in the bathroom (didn't that look a little weird to you? How long was she expecting to be in there? Why was she portrayed as carrying several days' worth of work with her every time she peed?).
Anyway, these are quibbles. It was a very engaging movie. I just really super extra hope it makes people read the book.
(Mr W honestly believed that the story told in The Butler was true to the last detail. I was like, I'm pretty sure I remember the source for the movie, and this is "inspired" by it, but also, hey really? you really think that his son just HAPPENED to be in the motel room with Dr. King in Memphis? You think he just HAPPENED to then be radicalized by Malcolm X? WHAT A COINCIDENCE. Sometimes I think that hyperbole is our enemy, especially when the truth is sufficiently awesome.)
~ ~ ~ All meetings end in separation All acquisition ends in dispersion All life ends in death - The Buddha
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Every hundred years, all new people
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