surprising i know
There are entire communities and social groups and experiences, stories, memories, etc in “white” countries without any white people too.
I long time ago I wrote a high school drama type of serial story about a social group that was mostly East Asian characters and one white character. I based it on my own HS experiences and people I knew. A lot of people liked it. But I showed it to a white friend of mine online, and she said she didn’t like it. I asked why, and she said it was “unrealistic” and racist. I asked why it was racist, and she said because most of the characters were Asian, there was only one white character and he was a side character, and she couldn’t associate with any of the mains because they weren’t white. My response was “turn on the television, welcome to my life.”
She said that was different though. That’s “realistic” and everybody can understand those characters. Even though my story wasn’t really any different except it was Asian people having teen drama, it was “unrealistic” because we all know social groups of Asian people don’t exist, and it’s racist because when you have mostly non-white people in a story, then it’s weird and strange, and white people are the “every person” who everybody can associate with, but non-white people are niche.
It is December 6th, and I remember.
I was 13 years old when Marc Lépine opened fire and murdered 14 women for being at engineering school when he wasn’t. He blamed feminism for the situation he was in, and murdered these women for being in non-traditional jobs, for being there.
Every year, the memorials I go to are different. Some are quiet - I remember several winters in the snow, holding candles and reciting names like a talisman against violence.
Geneviève Bergeron, 21 years old. Hélène Colgan, 24 years old. Nathalie Croteau, 24 years old.
When I was younger, they seemed impossibly mature and sophisticated. I used to imagine them laughing and enjoying university, cut down without warning. Now that I’m 35, they seem so young, and I wonder if they were afraid.
Self reblog from last year. Still worth reading. Still remembering.
Today is the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre.
I will not forget.