I am running out of words to describe Viola Davis. Every time she pops up on the site, I draw a sharp breath. She is so commanding and talented and stunning, and wise, and I love that she’s working in TV and movies while simultaneously trying to create projects for other people in those mediums. She seems like good people, basically. There is a lot of depth in this story about her; this is but one splash:
Having willed herself up the ladder, Davis feels compelled to speak publicly about her troubled childhood because she thinks that people at the bottom of the economic heap are too often shunted aside. They’re either ignored or demonized.
“We like to be around winners in this country,” says Davis. “We like to be around pretty, rich people who have resources. That’s who we cater to. Everyone else is a burden. You cost us too much money. You’re seen as lazy. […] If I didn’t talk about my journey, I would be denying that 6-year-old girl who was hungry, who wet the bed, but who also was tough,” says Davis.
Throughout our interview, one word keeps popping up: worth. You don’t have to be a psychiatrist to understand how Davis’ formative years gave her a more vital connection to the concept of value.
“People in general are always hustling for our worth,” she says. “People in positions of power are always telling you that you’re less than or you’re unworthy. I’m a Christian. I reject that. We’re born worthy. You need to take [unworthiness] off the table.”
The cover is perfect because she looks strong and hopeful, like a lover and a dreamer who has every confidence that she’ll find the rainbow connection. What else can I say? In the popular parlance of the seminal romantic masterwork Bachelor of Paradise, I’m all in, baby.