heather11483 (
heathershaped) wrote2009-03-09 12:32 pm
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and scab and heal and bleed again
I would've made this an ETA to my previous post, but it really kind-of deserves its own, so I hope you don't mind the spam.
If you haven't been reading all the posts about/related to/in response to RaceFail '09, I think you should be. It's informative, exhausting, not a little painful, and worth the time I've spent reading through it. Here's an abbreviated round-up by
rydra_wong, which also points to a much more extensive list of links that are also useful.
Anyway, I'm mostly posting to point to this post by
bossymarmalade that I've finally got a chance to read. It was written in response to this entry by Elizabeth Bear. And while Bear martyrs herself quite nobly, I found
bossymarmalade's response eloquent and perfect. It made me cry.
We actually can't all "just let it drop" for a while. It's beautiful that we're having this discussion -- sometimes I think about what my mother would say if she were reading all this. I actually tried to explain it to her this weekend, what's been going on, and she doesn't even understand why we try: it goes nowhere, ever, and it leads to pain. She and I are about two generations apart, though, and she's been through things I can't ever completely understand, so I can't tell her that her feelings are wrong. I could never, ever tell her that.
Besides, sometimes, I think she's right. Frustratingly so.
But then I read the above post, and I wish that I'd been more vocal.
If you haven't been reading all the posts about/related to/in response to RaceFail '09, I think you should be. It's informative, exhausting, not a little painful, and worth the time I've spent reading through it. Here's an abbreviated round-up by
Anyway, I'm mostly posting to point to this post by
We actually can't all "just let it drop" for a while. It's beautiful that we're having this discussion -- sometimes I think about what my mother would say if she were reading all this. I actually tried to explain it to her this weekend, what's been going on, and she doesn't even understand why we try: it goes nowhere, ever, and it leads to pain. She and I are about two generations apart, though, and she's been through things I can't ever completely understand, so I can't tell her that her feelings are wrong. I could never, ever tell her that.
Besides, sometimes, I think she's right. Frustratingly so.
But then I read the above post, and I wish that I'd been more vocal.

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