Earlier this morning I read yet another spectacularly racist piece of literature. Published by a magazine I’ve read on occasion. I have read how the editors responded and frankly, maybe I’m just too jaded, but I have so many questions.
The editors have said on tweeter that they had no intention of causing harm.
I have questions.
At some point, there was editorial discretion. There was intent. This is not magical. I want to know what part of the editorial process made it so that this could happen yet again?
Why is it gringpo constantly thinks that the White voice is always the right voice? Want to show the horrors of racism or extremism? Ask White people.
If the intent is to in this instance put a spotlight on the horrors of ISIS, why use what boils down to an Islamaphobic rant? Why not ask you know an actual Muslim person?
Don’t answer, I know why.
The White Voice is the Right Voice.
Is this magic? Where does editorial discretion come in? At what point can some editor, any editor rather than apologize and state their intent, say, well I read this line and thought hot damn this is exactly what we want to say. And take responsibility beyond trying to mop up afterward?
I ask these questions knowing the answers already.
Whiteness is always given the benefit of the doubt.
We meant no harm…
I’m not racist…
Regardless of how deep the fuck up or offense, those of us outside of Whiteness who are harmed by it at most and at the least benefit from it, we know.
And y’all, right now I’m just so tired. I’m tired of feeling the need to investigate beyond aesthetics anywhere I submit. I’m tired of watching editors say really racist shit under their own names then “openly” call for minority submissions.
I’m tired of saying, not yelling or begging, of just saying, hey, this is pretty fucked up and watching people just like me get called names and attacked on the basis of our bodies, of work (well you’re not getting published because maybe you aren’t good enough) to how we choose to speak (maybe if you were nice about it..) and then FINALLY someone White says, hey them mean ass Brown folks really mean “can you pretty please listen to use Mista, we just wants a chance to shine” and suddenly, everything makes sense.
I’m tired of professional organizations showing their Anti Blackness.
I’m tired of literary magazines that are full of The Right Voice.
Gringpo, I’m tired of you.
I don’t even literally talk to these publications or these editors. I’m too tired. I’m exhausted.
I just want…shit I don’t even know at this point.
The only thing I can say for sure is I don’t want to keep up my guard against this sort of thing. I don’t want to keep adding publications to my do not submit list because I don’t want to deal with their anti Blackness, their Whiteness etc.
I don’t want to see more writers I’ve liked and supported suddenly lose respect because POC spoke up.
This is not the literary world, I want to live in.
But it is the one I live in and I have to deal with that.
So I’ll be tired. I’ll write more. I’ll watch. I’ll add to my verboten list.
And I guess that’s really all I can do.