There are people whose work I greatly admire who just don’t write to my experience in any way. I don’t fault them for it; writers tend to create and write to their own experiences and to their own circle of friends and if they don’t have people in their lives who are ethnically diverse, then there’s never really much thought to making roles ethnically diverse. At the same time, there’s nothing to preclude a minority from being in those projects – 90 percent of the time – because they’re not about something that would exclude them such as language or a different experience of growing up.
get to know me meme: [2/20] relationships ♥ tris and four (the divergent series)
I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed
where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And
maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell
in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if
there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose
to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each
other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
And then there’s Dauntless. They’re our protectors, our soldiers, our police. I always thought they were amazing. Brave, fearless and free. Some people think Dauntless are crazy, when they kind of are. My faction is Abnegation. The others all call us “stiffs.” We lead a simple life, selfless, dedicated to helping others. We even feed the Factionless, the ones who don’t fit in anywhere. Because we’re public servants, we’re trusted to run the government. My father works alongside our leader, Marcus. It all works. Everyone knows where they belong. Except for me.