ample-nacells asked: Hello! I'm from the spirk fandom and you've been getting a remarkable assortment of bullshit from people I (used to) follow. I feel really bad that you've been made the center of a random fandom war, and I was wondering if there was anything that I can do to help. Would you like help shooting down anons? PMing people? Anything?
hahaha thank you, that was appreciated ;)
I know this fandom well enough to not be one bit surprised by people’s vitriol when it comes to some topics. Their predictability is almost comforting.
But then, even wanky posts like that one can be useful for the Uhura and S/U fans because they have the opportunity to find, in the same place, plenty of examples to use as future reference when they need to explain to some people why this fandom is so problematic.
( ample-nacells )
I still get spirk hate for my spock/uhura fics. It has been a useful learning experience for me as a white woman. Besides the misogyny, the racism is pretty rampant.
This story reminds me, too, of something I always talk about which was that I never met an author until I was like 25. Until then, I didn’t think I could be one because I thought being an author was for special rich people who lived far away, probably in New York, and had some secret access to that whole world. (This was before the internet.) So I can totally imagine how a non-white kid who only ever met white authors would think the way the girl in this story does.
Adults are models of possibility. We need to model all sorts of possibility for all sorts of kids, and can’t ever assume that they just “know” about things existing that they don’t get to see and experience for themselves.
Especially when you’re a poor kid or otherwise not privileged in some way or come from an addicted family, you tend to have people around you that have those same limited and limiting beliefs. I never had goals or ambitions modeled for me by the adults in my immediate family. No one ever said I could and should try things that I wanted to do and have dreams and take risks. I learned survival and getting by, and making do with what you have and staying safe. I was a poor kid, and got that. When I multiply my own experience by a factor of also not-white, I can start to catch a tiny glimpse of what the girl in Ellen’s story and kids like her are up against.
I can stand in front of kids and talk about my background of poverty, and the dysfunction I grew up in, and I do do that, to share my own struggle to achieve a goal. But when I’m talking to a roomful of not-white kids (and I’ve been to plenty of schools like that) I know it’s not the same as if they could see someone who looks like them telling that story. Thanks, Ellen, for sharing this.
Thank you to Sara for really understanding the importance of this issue and for caring enough to share it.