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Signal Boosting the Latest Racefail, Yeah, there's more.

It took me a while, as ever, to start reading on this because SPN is not my fandom. For various reasons, top of them being that I don't watch the show, don't read the fics and find the fact that I know things that happen in that fandom without trying too, nay, by actively avoiding it, troubling.

Regardless, this is a continuation of Racefail, it never stopped, may have petered down, may have converged and reconverged else where, but it never stopped, because these discussions CANNOT stop.

Fiction isn't a reflection of real life, but we write our prejudices into them and our biases are a part of the way we encounter the world, how we perceive things.

Friends if we do not take into account that our prejudices and biases have actual affect on the world, that they inform us of our privileges and that yeah, we white people can be totally and utterly blind to the fact that we are do not see what someone with brown skin sitting next to me on the bus can see.

Creating a story in which tragedy is a back drop to romance is fine, in fact it's a classic. Reproducing racist white-saviour narratives and disregarding the fact that the tragedy does not actually exist in order for characters to get together is boggling.

Or not, ya know, after all, this is the same Racefail.

P.S. I'm not immune. This isn't a judgement call on other people as much as it is on me, 'cause you know, I'm privileged and I continue on my merry way while this discussion sluices off my back because, ostensibly, it's not about me. It so so is about me and all those other white people who think that dealing with this is hard and annoying and time consuming and just repetitive. Yeah it is hard and annoying and repetitive, because it doesn't fucking go away - I can say, I don't want to deal and say "Baruch Ha'Shem" (God Bless) that I was born White and Jewish in this place that I live, but you know what? That's a cop out. That's being lazy, that's not acknowledging the history of that privilege and yeah, you can fail... but knowing that can and will is a pretty good start.

Date: 2010-06-17 08:13 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] miss_haitch
Thank you for posting this. <3

Date: 2010-06-17 01:12 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ironed_orchid
Yep, that's the fail I spent my morning reading about.

I really liked this post by [profile] emphemere about speaking out.

Date: 2010-06-17 07:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] silveradept
Even though it's probably a head-desk inducing experience to hear this, could you explain this a bit more in detail and in small words for me? I think I'm getting some part of it based on the commentary, but I don't think I'm grasping the full extent of how much this is a failure. It's probably white and male privilege both getting in the way of being able to see it more clearly.

Date: 2010-06-18 03:42 am (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
Got it. Some of those quotes, without their context, almost seem like they would pass muster. Maybe I was expecting a more blatant fail everywhere.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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