After my parents saw the motion picture “Anne of A Thousand Days” in the theatres 1969, my father made my mother a replica of Boleyn’s necklace, because my mother’s name was Beatrice and she loved jewelry. I inherited it and wear it all the time. Only, it’s not costume jewelry: it comes out only for formal occasions.

Black actors perform Shakespeare all the time; no one should freak out because they cast a Black actress as Anne Boleyn, but no one should be so stupid as to imagine the real Anne was Black, any more than they should believe Paul Muni or Louise Rainer were really Chinese in “The Good Earth” or that Al Pacino or Marlon Brando are/were really gangsters because they starred in “The Godfather.”

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Jesus! “Feel stupid?” I don’t feel stupid. That’s … just … stupid. It’s metaphysically impossible for you to know how anyone else “feels.” This is why I try not to respond to people without real names and real photos (yes, it is very relevant.) Holy crap, if you can’t handle off the cuff responses. don’t put it out there. And do something about that thin-skinned, obsessive compulsive, locked-in-yout-basement nature. It’s … seriously … not my thing. Sorry I sent your head spinning by posting my original comment … which is … like … one sentence. Time to block!

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I just signed up for Medium two months ago. WTF, moron.You haven’t posted any articles at all. I’ve been a writer for most of my life, and for the past 24 years for the NYPD Detectives union, the largest union of Police Detectives in the world. So, actually, that is indeed significant. But I’m afraid I have to block you now, so you’ll have to go harass and denigrate someone else, oh anonymous keyboard warrior.

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