been writing a lot of scripts for stuff lately. I was working on a quick one about how formers of mine didn't understand the importance of my black characters and why I cared so much about how they were handled, then in a miserable turn of events within the last few days, I'm finding out that, a young black cosplayer took her own life due to online harassment.
One of the think pieces I saw in response to this was that black artists should be writing more black protagonists and I kind of agree. It reminds me of a darker time. Someone once called me "entitled" behind a litany of disagreements about how things should work. They want to posture as an advocate for social justice and transformation, but they can't understand the depth of these things, and they won't humble themselves to learn the limits of their own understanding. They're posers and frauds, quite frankly, and I'm bordering on being sick of having known them and being sick of the fact that I can't get in their faces and return to them all of the disrespect they've levied against me. The only reason they're safe from me is because I made a point never to engage with them after all the dysfunction they tricked me into participating in. It's my own fault for trusting them with anything, but still. I'm not saying every black person is an enlightened critical thinker, but when the few of us who are actually curious and insightful crop up, poser non-black lefties (especially if they're white) turn everything into a fucking hassle. Comfortable people are the enemy of progress.
Anyway, if I ever do decide to finish that script I was writing and turn it into something more, I just want to make it clear that its timing was merely an unfortunate coincidence. Maybe this rocky experience will inform how I tackle the subject, but I wasn't planning on making any particular statements anytime soon. Things have changed though, and so has my perspective.
