There's a really interesting and multi-layered discussion going on right now about writing the Other, started by Elizabeth Bear and captured in
rydra_wong's link posts here and here. Every single post is worth reading; I took the time to do it today because I usually don't, and I'm posting this reponse even though I'm scared to, because I still feel like I'm probably blind to what I'm actually saying--how I'm showing my privilege, in other words.
I am a babe in the woods of racial privilege. I am a white, middle-class woman, and I lived in such a white place growing up that the idea of privilege never even crossed my mind. I still think I probably don't really have a good grasp of what my privilege really means. The only way I can get at it is to relate it to my lack of privilege as a woman, which I felt and feel keenly for all its subtlety (and lack thereof).
I was part of a writing group in high school, a group of four, five, seven, or eight girls (depending on who you ask, what time you're talking about, and what you really mean), and of course all of us were white. We all had representative characters more or less stolen from our own favorite characters at the time--an embarrassing list I won't go into because of many reasons. They were all (with one notable and confusing exception) white. I remember us thinking about our characters as we got older, and realizing that they were, in fact, rip-offs (or, at best, Sues), and making a conscious effort at changing their skill-sets and settings and back-story and abilities to make them our own. I remember realizing that the name we'd chosen for an alien race was an actual Native American tribe, although we hadn't known it at the time. I remember the day when we realized our characters were white. I remember the steps we took to diversify the cast--a move I was not sure about, since these had been representative characters, and gradually came to think about as a good move, partly because it helped further separate us from the fantasy.
You know what, though? I can't write the Other responsibly yet. I am that person who honestly had no clue that something was a stereotype until it was pointed out to me. I have to keep my eyes open and watch out, because my nifty pseudo-culture is really just a mash of racism waiting to happen. I have a lot more work to do before I will feel like I have a start of a grasp on the subject.
When a whole bunch of us were doing those "secrets" posts, I wrote that I research my fics as little as possible. Oh, how I wish I felt I could still get away with that, especially here. The problem is, ignorance isn't an excuse. It's just ignorance. It's laziness on my part. It's refusal to think about someone else as myself, to (and here's the Christian lingo in me dying to get out--hang in there) to love them, value them, understand them and treat them like I want to be treated. It's removing myself from the center of my universe.
It's not at all comfortable. I like being the center of my universe. I liked not having to see racial stereotypes in funny commercials. I liked the simplicity of reading Tolkein and not getting skeeved out by the racial overtones. I liked not feeling guilty.
On the other hand, I'd like being able to point to something on TV and say, "Wow. I think they did that right." I'd like to fall in love with a diverse cast in all respects--age, race, beauty, weight, sex, etc.--with characters who weren't defined by those things, but in whom those things were also not ignored. I'd like to see a book adapted into a movie without whitewashing the cast, and fewer remakes of films with foreign casts. I'd like to see a protagonist who is a CoC who isn't depicted as white on the cover of his/her book.
I may be white, but that doesn't mean that I have to be uninterested, and it certainly doesn't mean I have to be ignorant. It just means I have to work at it.
I am a babe in the woods of racial privilege. I am a white, middle-class woman, and I lived in such a white place growing up that the idea of privilege never even crossed my mind. I still think I probably don't really have a good grasp of what my privilege really means. The only way I can get at it is to relate it to my lack of privilege as a woman, which I felt and feel keenly for all its subtlety (and lack thereof).
I was part of a writing group in high school, a group of four, five, seven, or eight girls (depending on who you ask, what time you're talking about, and what you really mean), and of course all of us were white. We all had representative characters more or less stolen from our own favorite characters at the time--an embarrassing list I won't go into because of many reasons. They were all (with one notable and confusing exception) white. I remember us thinking about our characters as we got older, and realizing that they were, in fact, rip-offs (or, at best, Sues), and making a conscious effort at changing their skill-sets and settings and back-story and abilities to make them our own. I remember realizing that the name we'd chosen for an alien race was an actual Native American tribe, although we hadn't known it at the time. I remember the day when we realized our characters were white. I remember the steps we took to diversify the cast--a move I was not sure about, since these had been representative characters, and gradually came to think about as a good move, partly because it helped further separate us from the fantasy.
You know what, though? I can't write the Other responsibly yet. I am that person who honestly had no clue that something was a stereotype until it was pointed out to me. I have to keep my eyes open and watch out, because my nifty pseudo-culture is really just a mash of racism waiting to happen. I have a lot more work to do before I will feel like I have a start of a grasp on the subject.
When a whole bunch of us were doing those "secrets" posts, I wrote that I research my fics as little as possible. Oh, how I wish I felt I could still get away with that, especially here. The problem is, ignorance isn't an excuse. It's just ignorance. It's laziness on my part. It's refusal to think about someone else as myself, to (and here's the Christian lingo in me dying to get out--hang in there) to love them, value them, understand them and treat them like I want to be treated. It's removing myself from the center of my universe.
It's not at all comfortable. I like being the center of my universe. I liked not having to see racial stereotypes in funny commercials. I liked the simplicity of reading Tolkein and not getting skeeved out by the racial overtones. I liked not feeling guilty.
On the other hand, I'd like being able to point to something on TV and say, "Wow. I think they did that right." I'd like to fall in love with a diverse cast in all respects--age, race, beauty, weight, sex, etc.--with characters who weren't defined by those things, but in whom those things were also not ignored. I'd like to see a book adapted into a movie without whitewashing the cast, and fewer remakes of films with foreign casts. I'd like to see a protagonist who is a CoC who isn't depicted as white on the cover of his/her book.
I may be white, but that doesn't mean that I have to be uninterested, and it certainly doesn't mean I have to be ignorant. It just means I have to work at it.
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Date: 2009-01-15 06:34 pm (UTC)From:http://kalichan.livejournal.com/165841.html
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Date: 2009-01-15 07:56 pm (UTC)From:All those comments are incredibly interesting. (I have gotten the "But why don't you just read better stuff?" response before, and it's always just as helpful as it was there--but I loved some of the responses!) Thanks for the link!
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Date: 2009-01-15 06:35 pm (UTC)From:That's how I feel :). Thanks for basically describing me too!
I'm so awkward and bad at these discussions because I always feel that being a WASP with no idea I've got nothing to contribute. And when I do contribute am I not just being WASPish? And saying the wrong thing? But I want to learn. And I'm so glad that there are people on my flist in a similar place willing to openly state that they too are going on that journey. So yeah. Thankyou.
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Date: 2009-01-15 07:29 pm (UTC)From:And I don't necessarily think I have anything valuable to add to the discussion. I think my role is to listen and learn and work on myself quietly and get to that place where maybe I CAN be much more extroverted and helpful.
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Date: 2009-01-15 09:41 pm (UTC)From:*hugs*
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Date: 2009-01-15 08:28 pm (UTC)From:I always read these discussions with much trepidition because, yes, I'm as pale as the prairie snow, but living in a small French-Catholic community where everyone knows everything about everybody else, I experienced a small amount of difficulty because, even though I didn't walk around wearing a shirt every day that read Not-French Half Jew Girl, I still had to jump through extra hoops to get into the school I wanted and belong to groups I should have been allowed to. I want to be able to comment that I understand to a degree what people of different minority cultures go through every day and offer my support and understanding, but it's a scary place out there if you have an opinion.
You know what I really miss? The innocence to two 5 year-olds discussing and comparing the color of their skin without fear of jugement.
So instead, I stay quiet and send a cheer that at least the discussion is being held.
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Date: 2009-01-15 08:34 pm (UTC)From:That's a really cute story. It was so much easier when we were kids...
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Date: 2009-01-16 02:25 pm (UTC)From:and now that I've strayed completely off topic...must get back to work.
:)