“Dale could - could get under your skin … He sure got under mine. Because, he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought. How he felt. That kind of honesty is rare … and brave. Whenever I’d make a decision … I’d look at Dale. He’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it at one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us … the truth … Who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said, "This group is broken.” The best way to honor him is to un-break it. Set aside our differences and pull together. Stop feeling sorry for ourselves. Take control of our lives. Our safety. Our future. We’re not broken. We’re going to prove him wrong … From now on, we’re going to do it his way. That is how we honor Dale.“
Jon Singleton wrote a piece for the Hollywood Reporter asking this question. From the article:
What if the commercial success of “black films” like 42 and The Help, which also had a white director, are now making it harder rather than easier for African-American writers and directors to find work?
That is exactly what people in certain Hollywood circles are debating. When I brought up the issue with a screenwriter friend, he replied, “It’s simple. Hollywood feels like it doesn’t need us anymore to tell African-American stories.” The thinking goes, “We voted for and gave money to Obama, so [we don’t need to] hire any black people.”
Singleton goes on, saying the studios “Want it black, just not that black.” Which is also how you order blackened chicken