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i mean there is one book i think should be banned and it's "to train up a child" by michael and debi pearl. it's a guidebook for how to abuse your kids.
Okay, see, look. Here's the thing. Which was the entire point of both the original post, and my addition to it.
If we allow books to be banned for any reason, that reason will be applied to books that people do not want to be read for other reasons.
"To Train Up a Child" should be banned because it's a guidebook for how to abuse your kids? Fine. Great. Let's ban it.
A LOT of parenting guides advocate corporal punishment. We should ban those too. After all, spanking is child abuse.
Kids need nutrition, right? It's abuse if you're not feeding kids properly. These parenting guides over here say you should let your kids dictate their diets because they know what they want - come on, kids don't know what they want! They'll eat nothing but sugar! That's abuse. Let's ban any books that advocate letting your children eat whatever they want.
Wait, though. My pediatrician gave my mom a copy of a diet book when I was a toddler and said she should put me on it to stop me getting fat, but it was a severely calorie-restrictive diet and I wouldn't have gotten adequate nutrition if we'd followed it. So unless the book expressly says "don't feed this book to growing children", it's implicitly advocating child abuse. We need to ban them.
"The Care and Keeping of You" is a book marketed at preteen girls, about their changing bodies and all that sort of thing. But it was written by a man. Some of those drawings are awfully close to nudity. We can't have girls thinking it's okay to let grown men draw them naked - what? They're cartoons? Doesn't matter, girls will still think it's okay, and if you let them see that, it's abuse. Ban it.
This book advocates care for trans children by letting them dress in ways that don't match their genitals, letting them present how they want, letting them maybe go on puberty blockers if they're old enough and even hormones when they're adults. You're forcing changes on children who can't agree to them! That's abuse! Ban the books! Ban them!
I realize this all seems hyperbolic and excessive, but that is the point. If you give someone a foot in the door by saying "this reason is okay to ban books", they can justify whatever they want under that until the door's been kicked off its hinges and, often, ends up covering the very books you initially tried to pass through the door.
There are books that should be read critically. There are books that should horrify people. There are authors who have made it clear that buying their books is agreeing with their positions not (necessarily) stated in the books and therefore maybe giving them money is a bad idea. But actually banning them? No. Nothing good comes of that.
Young men today being SHOCKED and APPALLED that the girls they're dating are reading dark romance like the closet in my grandma's spare room wasn't totally chockers with Mills and Boon books when I was a kid. "Our generation is RUINED because the young women are reading NASTY PORN" if you saw the shit 50 year old women were reading in the nineties you'd hurl.
My grandmother had Clan of the Cave Bear on her shelves. My mother read Dick Francis, which all have sex scenes in as well as ludicrous horse-related thriller stuff.
I have AO3 as well as all the stuff that managed to get printed.
Also there is often a fierce double standard. Women were meant to be OK with their husbands ogling the page 3 girl in The Sun, but OMG no you can't read bonkbusters by Jilly Cooper.
Shockingly, many people of many genders have been into Weird Sex Shit for a very very long time
I am only just now realising that some people might consider Clan of the Cave Bear smut. Come to think of it, it does have a lot of sex scenes, doesn't it. Not so much the first one, but after they introduce Jondolar.
I distinctly recall, when I was about twelve years old, being handed a 1'x1'x18" box at a church yard sale and told to put whatever books I wanted off the sale table into it, and I could take them home for free. (I suspect this was largely to minimize the number of things they had to pack up when the yard sale was over.)
My options, without exception, were Bible concordances and Harlequin romances.
Reader, I did not walk home with a box full of Bible concordances.
âAuthors should not be ALLOWED to write aboutââ you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
âThis book should be taken off of shelves for featuringââ you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
âSchools shouldnât teach this book in class becauseââ you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
âNobody actually likes or wants to read classics because theyâreââ you are an anti-intellectual and an idiot
âI only read YA fantasy books because every classic novel or work of literary fiction is problematic and featuresââ you are an anti-intellectual and you are robbing yourself of the full richness of the human experience.
"you are functionally a conservative" is such a good and clarifying insult
Literally right after I saw this post, I saw another post in a discord chat for BOOK EDITORS in which an outspokenly liberal editor talked about how Nabokov should have never been published because he wrote about p*dophiles and described women's bodies in ways that made her uncomfortable. She described his writing as "objectively terrible" and said she wanted to burn his books. And other editors were bringing up classics they didn't like and talking about how they wanted to throw them in the trash. This wasn't like a light "unpopular opinion!" conversation. This was actual book editors talking about how books should be destroyed and censored.
There is something so scary and toxic in global culture right now. The revival of fascism is influencing everyone's mindset and approach to art, regardless of where they fall on the political spectrum.
I see far more books being censored today than when I was a kid. Librarians handed me The Catcher in the Rye, The Sexual Politics of Meat, and Animal Farm when I was literally 8-11. My mom would never have taken a book away from me. I read everything from the Tao Te Ching to the Qur'an to atheist texts under my desk at school. Teachers thought nothing of it or encouraged it. Books seemed universally acknowledged as sacrosanct to me.
Now I can't find any adults who don't hesitate or want to make exceptions when it comes to censorship. Even the most liberal social activist librarians I know go, "well except for book X..."
Functionally conservative. It's so important to have the language to express that.
Actually, I did reports on book banning three separate times with three separate teachers, with three separate sets of parameters so I was able to write about the same topic in different ways, but this is specifically about the report I did in university. The actual specs for the report included that we were supposed to complete some kind of study or poll (this was not a science class). I put the questions out on a couple of forums I belonged to at the time and asked a few IRL friends as well. A lot of the questions were standard for this sort of thing, I think - were you ever assigned to read a banned book, did you ever read banned books on your own, did you read/were you assigned them BECAUSE they were banned or did you find out about them being banned later, what's your opinion on banning books, etc.
But there was one question I asked that ended up reshaping the entire thrust of my presentation: "Are there any books that you think SHOULD be banned, and if so, why?"
Here's the thing. Most of the forums I was posting on were fan spaces for a book series that, at the time, was one of the most banned/challenged books out there. It's a fandom that I have since entirely distanced myself from, that I one hundred percent do not recommend to anyone, that I will actively attempt to dissuade people from reading or talking about, and that I would like to not be popular anymore. I'm sure most of you reading this can guess which one I'm talking about (I won't name it or go into specifics because I don't want to trip any filters unnecessarily). But it was KNOWN that these books were banned in a lot of places. A lot of people wore the "I read banned books" badge with pride. I fully expected that the answer to that question would be a resounding "no" from the forums, and that I'd maybe get a few affirmative answers from one of the other spaces.
I was shocked. Not only did a lot of people come back with either "not exactly but I think we should keep [author] or [book] out of the hands of children" or "yes, [book]/anything by [author] should be banned because XYZPDQ", but not a single person who responded gave me the same answer. The only one I remember - keep in mind it's been almost twenty years - was that one person specifically said The Bone Collector, and for the "why do you think it should be banned" question, they only said, "No. I'm not explaining it. It's too horrible to even think about. Just believe me when I say nobody should ever be allowed to read this book."
I highlighted that last comment in my presentation, along with several other of my "favorite" official reasons for banning books - the Alabama school board that banned The Diary of Anne Frank in 1984 because it was "a real downer", the district that removed A Raisin in the Sun because it was "pornographic", the library that took Charlie and the Chocolate Factory out of circulation because it "might be hurtful to children without parents", and things of that nature - and pointed out that all of these were the same thing. This was somebody saying "I don't like this, therefore nobody should read it, and I shouldn't have to explain why." I also pointed out that if you can't give a good reason, the whole thing falls apart, and then I quoted "Smut" by Tom Lehrer:
All books can be indecent books,
Though recent books are bolder,
For filth, I'm glad to say,
Is in the mind of the beholder.
When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd.
I can tell you things about Peter Pan
And the Wizard of Oz - THERE'S a dirty old man...
Go back to that paragraph I mentioned earlier, about those books that I no longer recommend to anyone. Notice how I phrased that. I don't recommend them. I will tell you all the reasons why I don't think you should buy them. I will tell you all the problems with the author, with the franchise, with the writing. I wish they were out of print, I wish they were deeply unpopular, I wish nobody would ever read them again.
But I still won't advocate for banning them.
It's so easy to twist a justification. Look at what I quoted up there! A Raisin in the Sun was banned for being "pornographic". One of the websites I used as a source responded to that accusation with "Did they read the same play I did?" At the time, I thought the comment was funny. Now, twenty years later, I realize: It was a buzzword. It was a convenient label. At the time of the challenge, just saying "it's pornographic" was enough. Obviously you're not some kind of sicko who wants to hear about all the pornographic details, are you? Freak! That's pornography! And they're teaching it in schools! We should get rid of it!
A Raisin in the Sun, for anyone who didn't study it at any point or read it (or watch the movie, which was very good), is a play/movie about a black family in Chicago in the 1960s. The family matriarch has been in domestic service for years, but she's just received a very large insurance payment from her husband's death and is retiring. Wanting to give her family, especially her young grandson, a better life, she goes out and buys a house...in an otherwise exclusively white neighborhood. The head of the homeowner's association (essentially) comes to visit them and offers to pay them a substantial amount of money to not move into the neighborhood, because segregation isn't officially a thing and they can't legally stop them from moving in, but they don't want them there. There's a lot more that goes on in the play, and I highly recommend you go and read it, but the point is that there is nothing sexual or titillating in the entire thing. The closest we get is a scene where the daughter (Beneatha, a college student) is gifted a traditional African dress from her boyfriend, who's Nigerian, and he shows her how to put it on over the clothes she's already wearing, and maybe the scene where the daughter-in-law (Ruth, a laundress) accidentally reveals that, having found out she's pregnant, she's planning to have an abortion rather than bring another child into the world/have another mouth to feed.
It's not pornographic. But someone didn't want it taught in schools, so they called it that to get it banned.
It's so easy to twist labels. If you, a liberal, agree that books with X trait are okay to ban, the people who don't want books to exist will find a way to say they have X trait, and then what are you going to do, admit that you like that sort of thing? Sicko! Freak! Pervert!
You don't have to like the book, or the author, or the topic. But if you're advocating for banning them entirely, you're functionally a conservative.
This actually shows the absurdity of the whole "banned books" narrative. You say you'd never ban these books, you wouldn't recommend them.
But the school boards in question also didn't ban those books. What they did was far closer to "not recommending." Whenever someone talks about an American school or school district "banning" a book, what it means is "not stocking that book in the school library." They don't take it out of stores or the central library, they just don't have it in the echool's library. They don't stop anyone from getting it, they just don't give it to you. You can contrive a situation where they are the only means of a child getting a certain book, and that doesn't matter, because by this standard every single book in the world that isn't on the shelves in that school library was banned by that school library and that's obviously a silly standard. Librarians curate the book selection, they have to, the shelf space isn't infinite. They choose the books they think the library should contain as their recommendations. It doesn't become book banning when anyone other than a librarian does the same thing.
Hi! You are incorrect. Or at least grossly oversimplifying my points.
Yes, some instances of "books being banned" were just the librarians removing them from circulation, or the districts taking them off the required reading lists. Most cases, at least most of the ones I cited for my papers, were bans in the sense that the school districts (or libraries) not only removed official copies, they refused to allow the students to have or discuss them, period. My brother had a book, his book, one that he personally owned, taken away from him by a teacher and locked up in the school office because it was banned at the school he attended. They wouldn't even give it back to him, they insisted on giving it back to my mother. He borrowed one of my pencils once and came home in tears because he had to admit to me that his teacher had noticed it was a merchandise tie-in to a book that was banned and not only took it from him, but actively destroyed it in front of him. Because the book was a "bad book" and therefore banned.
Also, that's not the point of anything I said, or anything else in this post. If a kid comes up to me and asks me if I think a book is good or if they should read it, I'm going to say that I don't think it's good or that I wouldn't read it, and if they ask me why I will give my points. But if they say "well, I want to read it anyway", even if it was my kid, I wouldn't stop them. My personal opinions are just that, and I have no right to force them on anyone else.
It's the difference between "there are children in the school with peanut allergies so the cafeteria will not prepare or serve meals that have peanuts in them" and "there are children in the school with peanut allergies so you cannot even let your children have peanut butter for breakfast on school days". One of those is a restriction and the other is a ban. And schools absolutely do ban peanuts - and books - to that extreme.
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[Image description: A diagram of shark sizes as compared to an average human figure, small and indicated at approximately two meters high in the bottom left corner, with a legend to the right explaining the colors. From bottom to top:
Carcharodon carcharias (average) - green, approximately 6 meters long
Rhincodon typus (average) - purple, approximately 11.5 meters long
Otodus megaalodon (conservative) - red, approximately 18.5 meters long)
Otodus megalodon (maximum) - grey, approximately 24 meters long
Ed'rashtekaresket (approximate) - blue, approximately 30 meters long
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(Also, for the non-shark nerds among you: Carcharodon carcharias is the Great White Shark and Rhincodon typus is the Whale Shark.)
patience my brother (and patience my friend): a TMA fanfic
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Chapter 8: Finding Forever
âRabbit, rabbit, rabbit!â Melanieâs voice whispered excitedly in Jonâs ear.
Jon rolled over and grinned up at the blur in the vague shape of a person above him. âRabbit, rabbit, rabbit,â he parroted back at her. Neither of them had any idea where the phrase came from, but ever since Miss Goldman had told them about it theyâd competed to be the first one to say it.
He reached for his glasses and slid them on, and the blur resolved into Melanie. âDo you smell breakfast?â
Melanieâs nose twitched, and she frowned. âYes. Why is someone making breakfast already? Daddy doesnât usually start working before nine.â
Jon glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand between their beds as he sat up. âAnd he usually has cereal, even when he has to go to court. Letâs go find out.â
They had tidied up their room the night before, so at least their slippers were right where they were meant to be. Stepping into them, they ventured into the main part of the house. Their parentsâ bedroom door was shut, as was the door to the room that had been designated as an office, and nobody was in the living room. When they made their way around to the kitchen, though, they found Mummy humming and setting the table while Daddy presided over the stove.
âIs it somebodyâs birthday?â Melanie asked suspiciously.
âIn a sense, maybe.â Mummy set the silverware down and came over to give them both a kiss on the head. âWeâre taking a special trip today. As a family. Letâs have breakfast and then you two need a bath before we go.â
Jonâs eyebrows shot up. âItâs that kind of special trip?â
âYouâll see,â Mummy promised. âItâs not bad. I promise.â
Mummy hadnât ever lied to himânot once in his entire lifeâso Jon was willing to trust her. He glanced at the bowls tucked against the wall and reached for the cupboard where they kept the cat food.
Once they finished eating, Jon and Melanie dutifully took themselves to their bathroom. They were maybe a little old to be bathing together, at least by most standards, but they had it down to a science at this point and it was certainly faster than it would have been if they had gone separately. Once they were scrubbed down, it was back to the bedroom to get dressed.
âMummy didnât say what weâre supposed to wear,â Melanie said distractedly, rummaging through her dresser. âAny ideas?â
Jon tugged the closet door open. âIf we had to take baths first, even though we usually take them at bedtime, weâre probably supposed to look nice.â
âGood idea.â Melanie crossed over to join him. âWear the blue one.â
âOnly if you wear the dress that matches.â
âDeal.â
There was a momentary snag while Melanie struggled with the buckle on her patent leather Mary Janes, but they were eventually ready. When they went out into the living room, they found Daddy waiting in his blue courtroom suit while Mummy, who was wearing the red dress with the high collar sheâd worn for their Christmas photographs, pet Paddiwack and promised him they would be back by suppertime. Daddy smiled and held out his arms. âYou both look wonderful. Letâs go.â
They didnât take the Harlequin, which meant it wasnât very far away; with them dressed nice like they were, especially with Mummy in her high heels, they wouldnât have walked if it wasnât close. Jon was a little nervous when they approached the train station, but he told himself that if they were going to see Grandmother Sims again then they would have brought their suitcases and Mummy and Daddy wouldnât be smiling like they were. It just meant they were going somewhere not in Woodley but far enough away Daddy didnât want to bring the Harlequin. It was on its last legs, Mummy often said, and didnât like to go very far anymore; Daddy disagreed, but said it was worth not taking it on long trips to keep Mummy happy, so he would judge trips on whether he thought Mummy would let them drive or insist on them taking the train. It was a cool day, not too warm, with a nice breeze blowing, and Jon was cautiously willing to allow himself to enjoy the trip. Even more when he saw that they were heading north rather than south.
âAre we going to Manchester?â he asked, looking at the departure board.
He and Melanie sat next to each other and peered eagerly out the window. Daddy came this way, not every day, but whenever he had to go to court, and he pointed out all of the sights to them. Mummy gave the tickets to Melanie to present to the inspector and promised Jon he could hand them over on the way back. They made it in record time and stepped off the train together. Daddy took Jonâs hand; Mummy took Melanieâs, and they headed to the door of the station.
âYou have a lovely family,â the man at the door said as he held it open for them.
âThank you,â Daddy said with a big smile. Jon knew Daddy liked it when people complimented them. He always had.
It was only a short walk from there, and a straight one at that. Daddy let them stop on the bridge to peer down at the riverâkeeping tight hold of their hands, not that either of them would have leaned far enough forward to fall in, at least not on purposeâbefore gently urging them on. They only had another block and a half to go and then they were in front of a tall brick building with COURT written over the door.
Melanieâs hand tightened around Jonâs, but she didnât say anything. He swallowed down his own unease. Again, he firmly reminded himself that Mummy and Daddy had never lied to him. They had promised he could stay with them. They had promised. And they wouldnât have looked so happy if there was a chance he was going to have to go away for good, or said he was going to enjoy what was going to happen. If they were going to send him away for good, theyâd have done it when he got in a fight on the very first day of school, not a whole ten months later. Still, he held Melanieâs hand extra tightly as well.
Daddy spoke to a woman at the desk out front, who consulted a big ledger and gave him a room number, and they made their way to the elevator. Melanie ceded button pushing privileges to Jon, who depressed the shiny round 2; they rose smoothly and stepped out when the doors opened. It was far more crowded up here than it had been downstairsânot loud, just crowded. Jon, even as he made sure Melanieâs hand was secure in his and automatically reached for Mummyâs again, looked around and noted that most of the people up here were families. Some, like him and Melanie, held their parentsâ hands tightly; others were sitting with people who were clearly their personal advocates. Some of the smaller ones held stuffed animals, looking worried; some of the older ones pretended to be bored but were clearly concerned. One who looked like a teenager was holding a toddler who was sucking her thumb, both dressed mostly in black.
Jon clung to Melanie a little tighter, seeing in the teenagerâs face something he remembered from the last time heâd been in a courtroom.
There were three courtrooms up here, or at least three sets of heavy wooden doors. Daddy pointed to one of them just as the doors opened, exposing a man with a broad chest who called, âAfternoon docket, Courtroom 2C, may now enter.â
âThatâs us.â Daddy led them forward. Jon made eye contact with the teenager and gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile and nod; she returned the nod, but not the smile, and he decided to accept that.
There were quite a lot of people in the room, which was a bit of a surprise; when they had been in court the last time, it had only been them in the courtroom. Jon wondered if they were going to get to watch one of Daddyâs cases and looked around for who might be his client and which of the tables up front Daddy would sit at. To his surprise, Daddy found them seats on the benchesâwhat heâd told them was called the galleryâand then sat with them.
The judge came in, a different judge than the last caseânot a surprise, since that had been in London, which had been very annoyingâand everybody stood, then sat when the judge did. Once the room was completely quiet, the clerk called a name and a case number.
It surprised Jon that, apparently, everybody in the gallery was there for something, not just one or two people. It also surprised him that nobody seemed to have a barrister or solicitor with them, and everyone was dealt with relatively quickly. One or two were told they would have to come back later, but most of them went up, said a few words, and walked away with a piece of paper. A lot of them were changing names, or finalizing divorces, or so it seemed to Jon. It made him nervous about why Mummy and Daddy were here.
Youâll enjoy this, he reminded himself. Daddy had promised he would enjoy himself. He tried to tell himself that as his stomach tied itself into knots.
âCase number two six seven five three nine A, in regards to the minor child Jonathan Andrew Sims,â the clerk called.
Jonâs stomach wrenched harder.
Melanie leaned over and whispered fiercely, âNot without me.â
Jonâs tongue was too heavy in his mouth to speak, but he nodded as he got to his feet. Mummy and Daddy stood, too, and Melanie with him. Together they moved to the front of the court. Daddy didnât have them sit behind one of the tables; instead, they stood in front of the judge. Jon locked his legs to keep his knees from shaking.
The judge, however, favored him with a warm smile, then looked down at the paperwork in front of him. âI have here a petition for the formal adoption of Jonathan Andrew Sims, age six. This says you have had full legal and physical custody of him for over a year, is that correct?â
âYes, Your Honor,â Daddy said, using his court voice, the one that was careful with the vowels.
âAnd I can see from the way heâs holding your hands that he loves and trusts you,â the judge added with a kind laugh. âWell, thereâs no reason to deny it and no objection filed. This court hereby approves this formal adoption and names you both as Jonathanâs parents.â He looked over his glasses and added, âNormally at this point I would present you with an updated birth certificate, but I note another petition on file, so Iâll hold off on that for a moment. Clerk?â
Jon looked excitedly at Melanie, who was staring at him with sparkling eyes and a grin forming on her own face. Of course they had always been siblingsâtwinsâever since the day they were born, but now the judge had said it for certain, for other people to know that Mummy and Daddy werenât just his guardians, they were his parents.
Before he could say anything, the clerk said, âCase number two six seven five three nine B through E, petitions for legal change of name.â
âFor the record, I think this is a wonderful thing,â the judge continued. âItâs a wonderful way to make him feel comfortable and included while still honoring his birth family. AndâMrs King, I understand that you wish to change your first name as well?â
âYes, Your Honor,â Mummy said, surprising Jon. âIâve been going by Gillian for most of my life and I would like to make it official.â
âOf course. Again, there have been no objections and no reason to deny. Therefore, this court approves the change of name from Antony King to Antony Paul Sims-King, the change of name of Jie-Lian King to Gillian Ng Sims-King, the change of name of Jonathan Andrew Sims to Jonathan Andrew Sims-King, and the change of name of Melanie Estelle King to Melanie Estelle Sims-King.â He signed several pieces of paper, then held out a stack to the clerk, who in turn handed them to Daddy. âCongratulations to you all.â
âThank you, Your Honor!â Melanie and Jon said in unison, making the adults laugh.
When they left the courtroom, Mummy immediately knelt down to get on Jon and Melanieâs level. âYou donât mind, do you? We wanted to surprise you. We didnât want to take Mama and Papa away from you, butââ
Jon cut her off by throwing his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly. He was the happiest he had been since Mama died, and he felt, just like he had the last time heâd been in court, incredibly loved and wanted.
âI donât mind at all,â he said.
Melanie threw her arms around them both. Daddy got down and hugged all three of them, then stood and ruffled Jonâs hair. âCome on. We made reservations at a special restaurant for an early dinner. Itâs a celebration.â
Jon smiled broadly and took Melanieâs hand again, not desperate, but just happy to be able to hold his sisterâs hand.
They had always been a family. It was just that now everybody would know it.
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