This is a Guest Post by Dennis Upkins
A gent by the name of Malcolm X once said, “The media’s the
most powerful entity on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty
and to make the guilty innocent, and that’s power. Because they control the
minds of the masses.”
Many people often wonder how I’m able to reconcile being a
spec fic author with being a social justice activist. Malcolm X’s quote is that
very reason.
Because while the media has the power to control the minds
of the masses, it’s also a platform to hold a mirror and expose inconvenient
truths such as bigotry to a society who is still plugged into the proverbial
Matrix of privilege and institutional oppression.
But in order share the truth, marginalized artists have to
make many decisions that can play an impact on our careers, our art and its
potential impact on society.
An example of this would be a conversation I was having with
a buddy a few years back. He and I were discussing a popular graphic novel
series created by a storyteller of color. My friend thought it was odd and a
bit disappointing that the storyteller decided to make the main protagonist of
the series, white. My buddy explained that even as a caucasian male, even he
gets sick and tired of seeing white characters inundate the media. As I
explained to my good buddy, there’s whole double standard that storytellers of
color have to contend with when it comes to our narratives.
It’s never easy being an artist of color. When it comes to
race, the race itself is a rigged one. No
matter how talented and gifted you are, there are legions upon legions of
bigoted whites who are looking to attack, denigrate and discredit you.
As I learned from several white critics and readers with my
debut novel, Hollowstone,
black writers are
not real writers. We employed some type of chicanery, especially if we got
published before many aspiring white writers did. I was also whitesplained that
publishers who target black audiences or other readers of color aren’t
“legitimate” publishers. They’re just not real.
Dealing with this failed mindset in the industry and fandom,
I constantly have to be mindful of the decisions I make as a black artist. Even
in the 21st century, perception equals facts and too many people refuse to
adjust their warped perception to sync with this little place known as reality.
A prime example would be none other than Noah Scott, one of
the main protagonists of Hollowstone.
What’s been fascinating is that one of the things I’m
constantly scrutinized for Noah’s portrayal. Despite the fact that I’ve
repeatedly gone on record explaining that Noah was based on three buddies from
high school, many white readers could not fathom the concept of a 14-year-old
black teen who is a) mild-mannered Catholic b) grew up in an Atlanta suburb c)
a gifted violinist d) a straight-A student. Said scrutiny has ranged from me
being grilled about the authenticity of such a character to being accused of
creating a Mary Sue/author insert. As far as many white critics have all but
stated, “Noah’s black, and you’re black Denny, CLEARLY HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE
YOU.”
How many times do we see white authors get accused of author
insert for writing white characters? If said white characters are gifted, how
often are they accused of being unrealistic.
Nevermind the fact that characters like Hermione Granger and
Artemis Fowl (both of whom I’m huge fans of by the by) have been out for a
minute, the smart black kid in the paranormal saga is just too much for the
suspension of disbelief.
A fellow author emailed me and shared her thoughts on Hollowstone. She loved the story and her
one critique was that she wished there were more characters of color in the
novel. I explained that I completely agreed. However, because I knew I would be
tackling issues of teen pregnancy, drug use, homophobia, racism, sex, and
others, in order for the issues themselves to be explored, most of the
characters could only be white.
In Western culture, (cis heterosexual) whiteness is
considered the default, the norm. To be the other means to be anything other
than normal. With that mindset, it’s little wonder minorities are persecuted to
the degree we are.
If the teen character in Hollowstone who became pregnant was any
ethnicity other than white, then the issue wouldn’t be about teen pregnancy and
the obstacles young women contend with. It would instead be about how women of
color are too promiscuous due to lack of proper upbringing.
If the jocks in Hollowstone engaging in homophobia were black instead of white, the
issue wouldn’t be about the harm homophobia can inflict on young people, it
would instead be about how black people are innately more homophobic than any
other race.
While Cal Warner ultimately proved himself to be a good guy
in the end, the charming test paper selling, rave organizing, drug dealing,
blackmailing lothario was for the most part given a pass by the characters in
the story, and even the readers because of white privilege. If Cal was anything
other than caucasian and pulled half the crap he did, he would’ve been killed
far sooner and my full length novel would’ve been a flash fiction story, THE
END.
As a marginalized writer, the truth is there are
expectations of me whether I want them or not. Said expectations come with a
generous helping of Catch-22s.
If my main character is white or my majority cast is white,
then I’m selling out. If my main character is black, then they’re an author
insert. If I tell a story that features a black cast and celebrates and uplifts
black culture, then I’m being myopic, provincial, far too narrow minded to
share a universal narrative like I would if the cast had been entirely white.
As an LGBTQ, my protagonists can never be cis heterosexual
or I’m a self loathing traitor. That’s if people believe I’m an LGBTQ in the
first place. Because for many people, LGBTQ = white only.
Nor can my gay characters be ass kicking action heroes in a
sci-fi epic. According to countless heteros, the authentic gay story must be a
gay romance with plenty of fap material for the white heterosexist female gaze.
And oh yes, plenty of pain porn with the nonstop theme of how horrible it is to
be gay. To defy convention in anyway means I’m doing it wrong.
Were the previous examples confusing, infuriating,
exhausting? Imagine being me going through all of this when all I want to do is
write a story.
I know what many of you are thinking. Who cares what other
people think? Just be happy with you? Unfortunately it’s not always that
simple. Because as long as many whites have these failed mindsets, that means
many deserving authors of color will fail to receive book deals and have their
gifts shared with the world. As long as many have these failed mindsets, GBQ
males are shut out of m/m and other genres that’s supposed to represent them.
No awards, no opportunities, nothing. And yet we wonder why there isn’t better
diversity in the media.
As a queer writer of color who works in speculative fiction,
these are all of the things I have to keep in mind when I pen my narratives.
A few weeks ago, I was conversing with my Editor
Extraordinaire about my upcoming novel, West of Sunset. She had an idea that she
wanted run by me regarding the main protagonist at the time, Grant Ness: a gay
wizard college student who moonlights as a private eye who frequently battles
otherworldly threats.
EE suggested that I change Grant, who is white, into a black
character. She made an important point that while white gay protagonists are
extremely rare in urban fantasy, black gay protagonists are even more rare and
are long overdue for representation in the genre.
I had to seriously ponder this. On the one hand, I knew EE
was absolutely right and this was the reason I do the work that I do. On the
other hand...I wasn’t too thrilled about having my honesty, intelligence,
sanity, abilities called into question again by rabid white bigots because the
black author wrote a story with a black protagonist.
As a testament to how awesome she is, EE made it abundantly
clear that it was my call and no matter what I decided, she would support my
decision and the project. I knew making Grant black wouldn’t be feasible as
there’s too much to his backstory and relocation to Atlanta as a young white
Bostonian Catholic. However I then realized that Grant’s colleague, Brecken,
who is African American, would certainly take. Grant will have his tale shared
one day, but for now Brecken’s story is far more needed.
So I did the rewrites and I had the pleasure of discovering
an extraordinary hero in one Brecken Everett. So I now I wait. I wait for the
inevitable head explosions over the concept that LGBTQ can = nonwhite. I
eagerly wait for the novel’s release and the chance to discuss these
characters, the story, and the choices and challenges of being a writer.
I also wait for the day when society is unplugged from the
Matrix; a day when marginalized artists are no longer marginalized and aren’t
burdened without having to qualify their credentials and can share their gifts
and enrich the world as intended.
