I danced from the age of three. I was always in amateur dramatics and I did a lot of public speaking. So when I told my family I was going to be an actress…well it was like when your camp best friend tells you he’s gay and you’re trying really hard to look surprised. Even so, it was one of the worst years of my life. I was an Usher at ‘The Lion King’. I was an office temp – the epitome of spiritual bankruptcy – and even a cocktail waitress…sorry, a mixologist. I can still free-pour a double vodka.”
Let’s leave the Jews out of this just for a moment. Let’s think of another minority. One that… One that can go unnoticed if it needs to. There are all sorts of minorities, blondes for example… Or people with freckles. But a minority is only thought of as one when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority. A real threat or an imagined one. And therein lies the fear. If the minority is somehow invisible, then the fear is much greater. That fear is why the minority is persecuted. So, you see there always is a cause. The cause is fear. Minorities are just people. People like us.
Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.