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Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 10:36 pm
"How could anyone love a stone in their shoe?"
~ The Stepmother, Ever After ~

*breathes*

It started with an author called Elizabeth Bear talking about writing the Other without being a dick. Unfortunately, someone pointed out a story of hers which features a magical negro who is 'tamed' by a white woman and stating that it was problematic.

It turned into a big argument about cultural appropriation: who has the right to write about non-whites, how our society perceives and stereotypes the Other (African, Asian, Indian, Oriental, Pacific Islander, Eskimo, Alien), how perfectly nice people can be racist without ever realising it, how it always comes back to the satisfaction and emotional catharsis of white people at the expense of the persons of colour trying to say "I am here, my pain is real, don't ignore what I have to say or dismiss it just because you don't want to hear that you put your foot wrong and might have to apologise."

I'm no good at talking about this stuff - I can't talk about a broader experience, I can only talk about my own experience.

One thing that's repeatedly come up is that white fans feel fandom is their safe space and their place to have fun. That to question the racial assumptions, cultural appropriations, and racist attitudes of fandom is to effectively deny white people their 'safe space', where they can happily squee and post fannishly and never have to question their choices or behaviours or feel guilty about the weight of history upon them regarding racist behaviours, a racist system, and how POC can't hide that they're POC.

And so I sit here and post these thoughts and try to broaden my perspectives and watch as the people who read this journal amble by without ever reading or commenting.

My f-list is primarily fannish. People who like my fic - whatever aspect that might be. People who once liked me. There are a handful of people who are both fannish and people of colour, but they're just that - a handful.

And so I watch the comments rack up on my fiction and wonder if I am the fly in the ointment of my f-list's f-lists.

Am I the crazy lady on the train?

Am I the stone in the shoe?

And if so, are the only options to wince and bear it or to throw the stone away?

Which do you choose?

Do you wince and bear these posts of mine and others like me? Or do you skip over them, safe in the knowledge that tomorrow, next week, next month, I/we/they might post something that you're actually interested in - something that's relevant to you, that doesn't challenge you and your way of looking at the world in any way?

Sometimes I wonder.
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Wednesday, January 28th, 2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
O_O OMG, that makes PERFECT sense to me, hon. I know it sounds hippieish, but I just want everyone to get along.

I'd say you're less 'hardwired' and more 'socialised', which puts a responsibility on you (and me and everyone else on God's green Earth) to keep an eye on that subconscious bias that creeps in.

And this is the heart of the problem: a lot of the people currently out there, bitching commenting about the mean and nasty POC who are calling them on their privilege have simply absorbed the racism that pervades our society.


THESE two statements hit me. Just the idea (though I don't know if "idea" is the correct word) that my societal relationships have really changed the concepts I learned from my parents is intriguing to me. And bizarre. And that's one of the reasons I tend to ignore any racism posts. That responsibility weighs HEAVILY on my mind (yesterday, I couldn't STOP thinking about your post) and it really just plain HURTS when debate/arguments are brought up without thinking outside of the boxes we've been trapped in.

And the last statement? Hurts even more.

To sound extremely personal, it really does tend to hurt your soul when you want to change people's thinking, and (as I've learned) you really just can't change anybody.

It just breaks my heart. And I think sometimes it's easier to sit there with my broken heart than exhaustively trying to change people.

*sigh*
Wednesday, January 28th, 2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
See, I am too. :D But I also LOATHE getting involved in conflict. Unless it's with my Dad. THEN I go crazy. :P

Well, I think what I meant (which I never seem to convey what I'm really thinking--something in my brain that keeps me from sorting it out and saying it well, I think...I'm often misunderstood :D) by "getting along" was probably more (in Meg-speak) "Can we all just get the fuck over it?!?!" If people wanna yell at each other, more power to them, but reach a conclusion. Find a middle. Let go of all this anger and bitterness toward each other.

See? Societal. :P

I think I'm just tired.