From a cute little woolly-headed black kid to a caricatured clone of –– who is that supposed to be? –– Natalie Wood? –– Liz Taylor? –– maybe an amalgam of both? –– and all with the persistent, unending grin of a death's head exhumed in an archaeological dig in one of the darkest, most remote corners of this benighted world.
The immense popularity of this grotesque, largely unreal, terribly sad, mentally ill, hideously exploited individual speaks so poorly for the degraded state of the Popular American Mind it's enough to make one burst into tears.