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Why Wuthering Heights gives me hope
I expect most actors would admit to a touch of jealousy, or healthy envy, if they see fellow actors in an excellent piece of work on TV or in the theatre. But the green-eyed monster is further fed when you are a black actor and see all the costume dramas this country is so masterful at producing, and realise that neither you nor any of your black contemporaries have been on such an exalted cast list. Why can I not get seen for parts in Emma, Great Expectations, or Downton Abbey? Is it because I’m not “the right kind of actor”? Or just the wrong colour of actor?
(via oforganon)
