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If you don’t think Abbie crushing the Eye in front of Pandora and subjecting herself to endless monotony ain’t the most gangsta shit to happen on this show, I feel sorry for you.

They are just too adorable. 

“I recently went to Comic-Con in London, I was invited without the white male counterpart of my cast. And it was packed. They knew it was just gonna be me. So that shook me. I went back to the green room and I was like… I’ve always been told, and I believed, that this doesn’t work without him.” (x)

Eulogy

I loved you, show.

I have never felt closer to a character than to Abbie Mills.

The color of our skin was different, but I felt her in my soul. She was beautiful. She was strong. She was weak. She was kind. She was closed. She was everything I hoped to be and feared to be. 

There is no show without her.

I wish Nicole nothing but the best. I pray this was her decision and she moves on to other things.

I am grateful for what the show gave me. A chance to write things I think are lovely. That I am proud of. A chance to meet people I know are wonderful.

I’m crying over a TV show. I wish I were not.

I believed in this show. And I can never be bitter for what it gave me.

But I can and will be angry about the racist, awful, pointless, casual way it tossed aside a character who will never die for me.

Abbie Mills is alive. She is happy. And she is with the person her soul was made for.

What happens to Sleepy Hollow is immaterial. I will not watch.

I hopelessly hoped. I believed. I rooted.

And this.

Good luck, Nicole. You do deserve better.

But Abbie Mills also deserved better. 

At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.  At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer. 

At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.   At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.

At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.  At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.  At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.

Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it. 

Never tell yourself you missed your chance. 

Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough. 

You can do it. Whatever it is. 

If you voted for Trump tonight, make sure to explain to your gay, trans, female, black, Latina/o, and Muslim friends why they don’t matter to you.

That look you get when your would be girlfriend invites another man to join Monster Club.

So many media creators don’t realize they have incredible power.

They think it’s a game. An entertainment. A trifle.

They don’t see that they make the world. They give people hope, despair, a reason to get through one more week. They give us a chance to see ourselves – emotionally or physically – on screen.

They think their vision matters more than the people who watch. Who pay them their salaries. Who care until it hurts.

I think my finale takeaway to the Sleepy Hollow writers is this: You mattered to people.

Maybe you thought your show was stupid. But God, it mattered.

And you hurt people tonight. And with your casual cruelties to Nicole over the last two seasons. 

Whether it’s The 100 or The Walking Dead or Sleepy Hollow, what we see on our screen matters so much. 

Maybe it’s just a job to you. But you are causing true harm. 

Abbie! Abbie! Abbie! I may cancel my Friday night plans for this episode too.

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