a haiku for fictional ladies:
sorry your story
was left in such clumsy hands
i will avenge you
So, when people ask me why I won’t shut up about racism in fandom and let people enjoy themselves, I’m going to think back on this moment.
I log onto the Internet, eating my favorite pasta and looking forward to Elementary, when bam, racist bullshit shows up as a reply to one of my posts. This shit happens at least once a day, and that’s a good day. Yet no one seems to give a damn about my enjoyment of fandom. Folks want to talk about fandom being an escape, when I can’t even safely escape there?
the thing about racebending though is that, for me, it’s not so much a what-if, or a thought experiment, or really all that much about PoC representation in the media—which is very much important, don’t get me wrong—but for me, racebending isn’t a statement, so much as it is a personal adjustment that turns media that is alienating and very often hostile to me into something that’s safe and that I can engage in more comfortably.
Just a reminder: they officially said “I have been reduced to a hot mess because of Mike Chilton” on television
I can simultaneously be angry with white supremacy and love white people. I can be in love with a white woman and hate her ignorance at her own white privilege. I can get so frustrated with racism that I barely want to be around any white people, and I can share that with my white friends over a few drinks.
You might think that’s confusing. You might even call it hypocrisy. I call it being a person of color.