Samuel L. Jackson should seek help.
He is one angry man who has a sense of victimhood that seems to be eating away at him.
The successful actor was recently interviewed by Esquire and didn’t hold back on issues of race.
He also claimed he doesn’t “give a f**k” if people boycott him because of his outwardly racist comments. This just as his new movie Captain Marvel is hitting theaters. Bitter doesn’t even begin to describe the comments he made against his fans and against people who might remind him of how a racist sounds.
What he doesn’t realize is that he’s letting the hate eat him up and he’s turning into exactly what he’s against.
Esquire interview questions with comments from Jackson:
I always ask people in my family this: Did growing up in segregation make you feel angry?
I don’t think I was ever angry about it. I’m angrier now about it than I was then just because I see these guys and I know these are the same guys: Trump and all those assholes, Mitch McConnell. But they’re the same fucking guys. And when I hear their voices, I hear the same voices. Those twangs where they didn’t specifically call you “nigger,” they said “nigra.” “The nigras.” There was no doubt about where they stood, that you were never going to be their equal and, if possible, they were going to make sure you never had as much shit as they had. And they were worried about the chasteness of their women, and miscegenation, and not having enough of them, there being more of us than there are of them.
Do you worry about antagonizing fans?
I know how many motherfuckers hate me. “I’m never going to see a Sam Jackson movie again.” Fuck I care? If you never went to another movie I did in my life, I’m not going to lose any money. I already cashed that check. Fuck you. Burn up my videotapes. I don’t give a fuck. “You’re an actor. Stick to acting.” “No, motherfucker. I’m a human being that feels a certain way.” And some of this shit does affect me, because if we don’t have health care, shit, and my relatives get sick, they’re going to call my rich ass. I want them to have health care. I want them to be able to take care of themselves. This is how I feel. And I count to one hundred some days before I hit “send,” because I know how that shit is.