The depressing truth is, all characters we write are filtered through ourselves. I’m not writing a character based on my high school English teacher, I’m writing a character based on MY interpretation of that English teacher.
It can feel fake.
This gets worse the less you have in common with the person you’re writing.
Is it cultural appropriation?
Shouldn’t I let minority writers tell these stories?
Can I do this RIGHT?
But, if I don’t explicitly put minorities into my stories, readers (even non-white readers) will assume whiteness as a default.
And… that’s not what my reality looks like.
Just for this blog post, today I made a note of the race of each person I interacted with throughout my normal workday today. This is the chart on the left. On the right is what my story of my workday would look like if I didn’t mention anyone’s race.
Big difference.
I live in a diverse town, work in a diverse workplace, and have a diverse range of friends. This is my reality. Not what’s on the right. That’s a world I don’t live in.
Imagining the future as LESS diverse? That’s just creepy. I mean… there’d have to be pogroms and genocide and miscegenation laws. No. I might be willing to imagine a post-apocolyptic future, but I don’t want to imagine THAT.
So… there’s really no choice. If I want to write honestly, truthfully, and present the world as I know it, I have to write people who are from different races than me.
- I have to respect the characters and make them as well rounded as possible.
- I have to be aware of stereotypes to avoid
- I have to introduce race without awkward descriptions (like lots of metaphors for ‘brown’)
- Mostly, I ask if this character were to read the story, would they feel they were portrayed fairly?
So, yeah. This is a struggle for me. Lately, though, when I see the hate being poured on people of color by disgruntled hack SF writers and faceless hordes emboldened by comment threads, I feel like it’s my duty to woman up and keep struggling with it.
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