Black women are more than props and more than interchangeable stock images employed to convey a sassy reaction to a white star’s plotline. We experience love, grief, anger, frustration and joy just like everyone else. Except that, when expressing those emotions, black women are policed, caricatured, judged and dismissed.
We aren’t allowed to be situationally angry at the appropriate moments and have other emotions at other times: we are instead tasked with embodying a singular emotion (like anger) to the point of caricature. Humanity is a luxury routinely denied to black women both within media and outside it.