What, Is She Funny Or Something?

for anyone who doesnt remember, the goblins were the banker characters who worked in gringotts and looked Uncomfortably Like jewish stereotypes. and youre suppose to suppress their rebellion, where theyre rebelling against the fact that like most nonhuman magical creatures, theyre treated like shit by wizards. yep :)

click thru the top tweet to read the whole thread with all the screenshots, it just gets worse and worse but jesus fucking christ, HOW. i know i shouldnt be surprised that this fucking francise of all of them is pulling this shit but how fucking blatant can you be.

And because fascism is intensely polymorphic and readily permits lying about one's own beliefs to get people on board, nearly anything can be an entry point for fascism.

There are people who came to fascism through a certain facet of the new atheist movement. Look at Paul Benjamin, open white nationalist.

There are people who came to fascism through left-wing economic politics; both the Nazbols of today and plenty of the original Nazis conceptualized themselves as leftists at one point, thought leftism's essential egalitarianism becomes lost and any economic policy at all tends to become vestigial as the cancer metastisizes. Ronald Reagan was a leftist once, to some extent, though his path to fascism was more self-serving than ideological, I think.

There are people who come to fascism literally through gamergate. There are people who come to fascism through inceldom. There are people who come to fascism through religious fundamentalism, a very active and damaging faction in my country.

But TERFism is actually really good for this purpose. Fascism usually plays on the delusion that there's some sort of plot. A plot against Germany, Italy, America, the Dominican Republic, against the Crown. A plot against christianity. A plot against video games. A plot against men. A plot against women.

It comes step by step. First trans people are anti-feminist because they defy the essential gender binary that TERFS have learned is their defense against patriarchy. From there it is fine shades of difference until you're believing that trans people are active participants in a plot against womanhood. From there it is not far to "maybe George Soros is pulling the strings" and that eventually becomes "the global Jewry are pulling the strings." Not everyone goes all the way but the longer they stay a part of the movement the further they will probably go. And you don't have to go too far down that path to start being genocidal towards trans people.

So when I see that Rowling is in with fascists, that she has anti-semitic extremists making her video games, that she doubles down on her anti-semitic portrayals of the goblins in Harry Potter... It really doesn't surprise me. She could very well be a full Nazi by now, though only she can know that for certain. The further you go into a reactionary movement the closer it approaches the event horizon that is fascism. And she was already an extremist before we even knew. Remember that she was accidentally retweeting or liking very radical TERFs years before the Forstater affair and her subsequent manifesto.

In my freshman year, my great grandma passed away. She never threw out or sold anything worth keeping if she could help it, having grown up in the Depression, so when she passed, my grandma suddenly inherited a lifetime’s worth of treasured items. She distributed most of them to her kids and grandkids, saved some sentimental items, and donated most of the clothing and trinkets to charity. I got back the stuffed leopard I’d given great-grandma in the hospital; the fur was still as soft as it’d been when I bought it. One of the biggest things she had to sort through was jewelry. For a year after my great-grandma died, my grandma was setting out organized rows of costume jewelry on basement tables and chivvying her granddaughters to take what they wanted.

And then, after all the choosing, she snuck me into her room while my cousins picked through wristwatches. On her bed were two small jewelry boxes: an old wooden one, and a cushioned one in white pleather.

“I brought you in here because if I gave these to your cousins, they’d sell it. I don’t want these sold. Do you understand?”

I understood.

This is the story of the biggest lie my grandma ever told her mom.

Great-grandma’s birthstone was garnet, and she loved the look of the stones, but could never justify paying for some. Her husband worked constantly, and so did she, and new clothes for the kids was more important than jewelry at the time. When my grandma was 16, she saved her first paychecks to buy her mom a garnet ring for Mother’s Day; that’s what was in the wooden box. The original receipt, handwritten, was crammed into the lid. Great-grandpa saw that ring and teared up; he’d always wanted to get his wife something nice like that, but hadn’t ever had enough money for it. Determined, he vowed to change that. He set aside money for years, slowly, hiding it away in a box in the attic, vowing to buy his wife something she could always wear with her ring.

Time passed, and inflation happened, and he slowly squirreled money away in the hopes that jewelry might get cheaper again sometime. Time passed again, and age had little mercy on him. He got older, typed up a note, and placed in in the box, describing what the money was for; he knew his time was near. Under no circumstances was the money to be spent on anything other than giving his wife a nice gift. The letter read, “One day, my dear Ruth, you’ll have garnet earrings to match that ring.” It’s what great-grandma had always mourned missing; she had such a nice ring, and no good earrings to go with it.

Well, men don’t live forever, and when great-grandpa passed away, my grandma cleaned out her mom’s attic as she prepared to move somewhere smaller. Going through boxes of polaroids and paper clips, she stumbled on the box of earrings money, note and all. She stashed it with her coat, and after that day of cleaning, went to the jeweler before her mom could try and spend the money on something too sensible. She came back with the white pleather box; sure enough, still nestled inside that box were two clip-on garnet earrings.

”Mom never got her ears pierced, you know. That’s why it took so long to find a good pair.”

Once she’d gotten the earrings, grandma presented them to her mom, along with the note. The paper was obviously old and warped by moisture, but it was legible. My great grandma cried happy tears and treasured those earrings more than any other jewelry; the last gift her husband could give her. Decades after the fact, I’d seen her wear them to Christmas parties and worry over them, checking that they stayed on her earlobes.

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