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Review: Star Trek - Into Darkness

Go! Just go see it! AMAZING!

*huge Heart*

The following.. I wrote it as a facebook comment.. then realized I didn't want to have that conversation when everyone else in the thread was... they should have chosen a person of color!

So this is over here ... and it might have some kind of spoilers in it... I also think there might be Star Trek fan art today!


I think that Sulu an Uhura are both super admirable, and neither of them are white. Spock might be white.. I'm not actually sure if he is or not, but he's completely not white bread.. he's alien and utterly admirable to Kirk an to the audience. The guy who saved his daughter and blew the lab wasn't white and I cared for him, understood him, could totally see myself doing what he did.. even the characters spoke of him being forced and still one of them. Khan comes from a time before they live in.. from a time, perhaps when people thought the best and brightest would be pale.. so their engineered god/monster.. took the form of their demons... the present in Kirk/Spock/Uhura's time... We don't care what color you are or how many tentacles you've got... we're just not that kind of people. We'll arrest you and take you to trial.  We will save those we can. Honor those we can't - and then we'll go explore the universe.. because in the end.. curiosity and cooperation trump violence and vengeance.  The movie did an awesome job of exploring vengeance, I think and why it's better to chose not to be that kind of person.

There have been serious an deeply wounding race/gender oppression in our recent history. Star Trek fills me with hope and a desire to be better, bolder, to move forward with being completely bad assed and be the kind of person I know I want to be.

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