6.69. Race, Power, and Division

When I look back on Tolkien I sometimes hesitate to do so with fondness. Sure, he brought us an amazing world filled with magic and Elves and all the wonders that humanity can offer, but he also is reflective of a time and place where people who looked like me were (and in most cases still are) considered less than. He brought us Orcs who he claims are not allegorical to black people, but his later works suggest his early work may have been just that. This website is an ecellent resource for a further discussion about Tolkien and race. However, he is not the entirety of this ten minute set. Actually I want to talk about dog whistles and modern America (read: USA). Just as Tolkien was guilty of eurocentrism our America-first philosophy has begun to develop a particular air of whiteness around the edges that I find particularly disturbing.

Are these United States a melting pot, or are we trying to push towards a new Aryan nation? I begin to question this the more I see people flying American Flags in their truck beds with a second flag below it, be it Trump or Don’t Tread on Me. The meaning of the second flag is bleeding into the meaning for the first. That second flag has, unfortunately, become synonymous with whiteness. There can be little doubt that flying a Trump flag points more to an idealistic mindset of ‘make America the 50’s again’ than any political position. Just the other night Tucker Carlson argued that many in our country are trying to ‘cancel’ the mid-century American principles and values that made us such a great nation. He said, “When the people in charge cancel Dr. Seuss, what they’re really trying to eliminate is a very specific kind of mid-century American culture — a culture that championed meritocracy and colorblindness and the superiority of individual achievement over tribal identity. These were once called “liberal values.” Modern liberals don’t want to be reminded that they once believed any of it.”

There is a lot happening in that diatribe and little to none of it actually reflects the mid-century that actually happened. He wants to put himself on the side of those fighting against oppression when he is clearly aligned with the oppressors. Don’t even get me started on Dr. Seuss. For the record: Dr. Seuss was not cancelled. The Seuss company decided to stop publishing a handful of outdated books that, frankly, did not sell well. These are not the first six to be recalled be it due to moral or sales issues. This is a story now because the people who want to own the conversation need it to be a story. End of Story.

What isn’t the end is this growing sense of racial radicalism that is threatening to draw new battle lines across our nation. We need to recognize it and address it and address who profits from it before we are no longer a ‘we’ at all.

6.68. Process

I know from an outside perspective that my writing process looks nothing like what one would expect. It is not the quiet routine of a King or a Murukami. I don’t set a specific time. I don’t get up at 4 AM. In truth, my process is a hodge podge mix of whatever works in the moment to get my bedraggled brain into a story. Most recently I’ve been absorbing TV shows in the background as I write .

What makes a process mine is that I determine it. I remain comfortable with it. Unfortunately, that has never been the case for me. It doesn’t take long for the people around me to question my process and ultimately usher me towards a way of doing things that they think would work for me or that makes sense to them. Only, it is not them doing the work. It is me and if I need to conform how I create to satisfy the people around me instead of conforming how I create to what is best for me as the creator then I am going to struggle. I am going to spend as much time worrying about what they think and feel about my process as I do trying to actually get the work done. This is the way it goes for me; the way its gone my entire life.

Perhaps the best solution is to leave any public or shared space when writing; to write from a space and during a time where I will be left alone. To work at my own pace and be judged solely by my deadlines.

It is a pleasant fiction.