A tearful and personal review of Thirteen. Please be aware that I have strayed from my traditional recap this week, but it was worth it! I hope that the piece will give you comfort and consolation.
Long live Heda. . .
The 100: Thirteen Review
Aired: March 3, 2016
Due to high emotional distress, this will not be my traditional recap, but rather a simple and quick review. I apologize in advance for that. However, I do hope that my piece will hopefully enlighten you, even in the smallest degree.
I, for one, understand the brutal conflicts of life, and I had someone that I love very immensely and unconditionally passed away in my arms. So, I know. I know the suffering, the pain, and loss. I deal with my own personal pain every single day, wishing that it would just poof! Go away, and never return. But, in the end, I survive, and molds me into that much of a stronger individual. So, with that being addressed, life can be more than just surviving.
While everything else in Thirteen was wonderfully crafted, and the performances of every actor and actress were untouchable, one scene will partially be infused in my brain forever. One scene that caused a river of tears, but somehow in the deep depths of my heart, I had a feeling. Please do not hate me on that, but I hoped that I was wrong. I thought the missing of a primary favorite in this episode will be the shock, but no. I was wrong. Wrong on many levels of my own perception. But, I digress here as wrap my still-derailed mind around the unprepared turn of events. Shall I continue, and again, if my piece looks a little errored and jumbled, then I apologize in advance.
Long live Heda. Alycia Debnam-Carey’s brilliant and artistic portrayal of the great Commander Lexa has been a gift to us. A true gift of a young woman who will justify everything, go against her own people’s legacy, all to try to shape a better world in where everyone can live in peace. A dream of hers for quite some time, and for her and Clarke to try achieve such fate, is mind breaking. It was not a matter of being a strong lesbian, but rather being a strong woman, who defied the odds. Although I am proudly heterosexual, with a Catholic upbringing, I fully give merit to the LGBT community. They represent what change in the world is. They are our sisters, our brothers, our sons, our daughters, our nieces and nephews, aunts, and uncles, cousins, friends, co-workers, bosses, husbands, wives, lovers, animal lovers, and I see and treat them as my equal. I also mention that I am a physically disabled female, who also had to defy the odds too in life, as Lexa. I saw the mirror reflection of myself in Lexa, despite different exterior coloring, and size, as I see myself in nearly every character on the show. I cannot fathom life in a post-apocalyptic world, as I am not in that situation, and I hope that I will never be.
Lexa emblazoned what we wanted in our lives: to be strong, to be proud of who you are, to be loved in the way she has been loved (platonically and romantically), to stand up to what we believe in and was is right. That is pretty much the essence of nearly every human being on earth. I can fully understand why she was a strong role model for the fandom. For young girls as they discover and grasped with their own unique identities. For girls to have that, it is a rare thing, and to have someone that they can relate themselves with, that is phenomenal in itself. A representation of hope and strength. A fiery beacon of compassion and love, and positive brutality Was she mine, you wonder? I am going to share the sad truth that I really had no ‘role models’ so to speak, but I always respected my parents and siblings. I just kind of done my own thing, and did not follow suit of my older siblings as many younger ones would have. It does not deter the fact that I love my family. I respected Lexa, and I loved Lexa for the incredible being that she is. She is one of a kind, and were blessed to get to know and love her. For Lexa to share her remarkable time with us, and her journey. And underneath that black warpaint, was a young woman who just wanted to make her stances known, and her life matter. Lexa was brave, yet vulnerable, but shown us that love is not a weakness, but a privilege. Only Alycia can be Lexa, and to have her on The 100 was again, a gift of extraordinary measure. It is true that she may have left us too early, and to be loved just moments before her passing was heartbreaking, but at least her last moments were not in vain. Lexa had the woman she loved by her side, and she made sure that Clarke will stay safe. That Clarke will be happy, as hard as it will be for her in this grieving process. Lexa was unselfish, and untraditionally kind, but that was the element of Lexa. She put her person first, and that to me just shows what a beautiful soul the commander possessed. A soul that can never be replaced or erased from our beings. Lexa’s soul imprinted on us, whether or not we are same-sex oriented. It imprinted on us, because like I stated prior, Lexa gave us reflection, truth, and hope.
Lexa will never be gone in my heart, eyes, and mind. She will live on and continue to inspire us along the hard paths of life. She will aide Clarke with her spirit, and give her strength when needed. Death is not the end.
Will I continue watching The 100? Yes, I will be, as I have been a passionate fan since day one. I do understand why others decide not to after this, but that is their choice. I respect it. However, for me it is not the end of the story.
Long live Heda! Miss Debnam-Carey, thank you for blessing us with your talent and serenity. You are truly a gift, and may you never forget that. May we meet again.