I love reading. I get excited when I discover a new author
or find an outstanding story. I’m eager to leave reviews and share with others
my new finds. When a book or story is lackluster, leaving me less than thrilled,
I usually remain silent. I know the effort that an author has put into a story.
I know how hurtful a bad review can be. It is not for me to dash anyone else’s
dream because what I might not have liked, someone else may have loved.
Recently I read books that left me disappointed, and angry.
One was an award-winning title, the author gleefully claiming a coveted statue
for her efforts. Clearly what I hated, others found award-worthy. And that
actually scares me. The story was as well-written as any other in the genre. Its
formulaic plot hit all the buttons that her publisher required. But as a woman
of color, I found it as insulting and as distasteful as any story I have ever
read.
The story featured a Native American heroine. She had
self-esteem issues, continually questioning her worth. Her mother had ten kids
by four different men and had sex in the backseat of cars while her eldest
child raised her bastard children. Authors words, not mine. She wasn’t sure who
her daddy was. In comes the white hero to give her life “value and purpose” and
to tell her it’s okay if she has sex with him. That won’t make her like her
mother. The entire tone of the story was condescending and gut-wrenching.
The next book had me fuming before page ten and I had to
stop myself from railing that emotion in a review. Heroine is “passing” for
white. Her mother was a black, drug-addicted prostitute whose children had been
sent to foster care. Her father is unknown, assumed to be white, because she
can “pass” but she’s not sure. As a black woman’s child “she had no value.”
Becoming white “made her valuable.” An African-American baby is found in the
trash, the discovery pulling at her heartstrings because he reminds her of her
baby brother who died in foster care. There’s a reference to crack babies here which
was unnecessary to the nth degree. The hero’s reaction to finding a newborn
black baby in the trash? “This is disgusting.” To which she responds by
ignoring his comment because she’s too busy getting all goose pimply at seeing
his bare chest.
I can't even begin to express my sheer disgust with the interracial historical that paired a black woman with a Klu Klux Klan member. From his offering to pay her for sex to her wanting him to join the Klan spoke volumes about a writer who clearly has had no experience with or knowledge of the Klan and the painful history that surrounds them. Perhaps she should find the racist pamphlets threatening to beat and castrate black men and rape black women before gutting them, on her front porch as so many in North Carolina were greeted with just this week. I was appalled on many levels, starting with the blatant
stereotypes and ending with the latent racism. That anyone would find any of this
acceptable in the year 2016 defies all logic.
With the call for more diversity in books and publishing, twitter
hashtags extolling #weneeddiversebooks and #ownvoices, publishers have been calling
on their white authors to add characters of color to their storylines. There
have been conference meetings on the topics, closed door discussions in
publishing houses, even secret calls to authors not of color that no one is
supposed to know about. If writing like this is their answer to more diversity,
they seriously need to do better.
Maybe what needs to be stressed is that we need diverse
books that don’t perpetuate ignorance, reinforce negative stereotypes and
demean any people. Most especially
not in romance. Maybe what needs to be addressed is why diverse authors writing
their stories are often overlooked or shuffled to the back of the bus…I mean
bookstore. Why aren’t authors of color pandered to or promoted as significantly
as their white counterparts? How come they count for less than 3% of a
publisher’s roster? Why does this still need to even be a discussion when
publisher after publisher has promised time and time again to do better, be different, make a
change? How hard is it to publish diverse authors and their stories? Why not put your marketing monies behind books written by diverse authors writing their own stories? Why does it take rocket science to just do what's right?
As a black woman, I say this to any author wanting to just
throw in a black character into their stories, most especially a black woman. Know
us before you write about us. If your only experience with anyone of color is
what you see on television or your infrequent encounter with a person of color
in passing, tread cautiously. Because we don’t question our value. We know our
value. We don’t need any man, black or white, to give our lives purpose. There
is no one, black, white or yellow who needs to validate our worth. We’ve known
our value since the days of slavery. Just because we were told we were
worthless, certainly didn’t make it true, nor did we fall for that flagrant lie. Not then. Not now.
We know
our value which is why we are fighting tooth and nail for the respect that we are
continually being denied.
Why we fight to see our faces on the screen and in
the media being the amazing females and people that we are.
Why we fight to get
our stories read.
Why we write.
Now, dammit, do better.
Comments
And not the gift of their talent!
It's not stereotyping to shine a light on the very real challenges facing indigenous peoples on and off the reservation. The author's characters wrestle with poverty, alcoholism, and other issues. She honors her subjects by researching tribal matters, by writing complex and flawed characters, and by using proper translations when the Lakota language is used. I think her work is the definition of "doing better."
I hope that you'll read some of the author's other books, especially those with Native American protagonists. (A series that was published not by Harlequin but by Samhain is my favorite).
Thank you for the opportunity to comment.
Good perception,don't b lured.
You liked the book, as did many others. I'm sure that brings the author much joy. I applaud her philanthropic efforts but I'm sure the Lakota would better appreciate being seen as the well-rounded individuals they are far more than impoverished drunks unable to maintain healthy loving relationships without the white savior trope stepping in to save them. As a wise woman said, that's no better than if all my black heroes only rescued white girls with grade school educations who live in a trailer park and only work part-time at Walmart. But that's just my opinion.
Thanks for agreeing to disagree.
As a reviewer, while yes I do feel a little bad about bad reviews, I feel it is part of my job to use my privilege to call out my fellow white people writing caricatures and not good depictions period. I, myself, don't care much for stereotypes written by people who aren't of that race/nationality/etc. I ADORE diverse books. A good portion of my books I've been reading lately are by non white people and it's so fantastic to be able to read these great authors that get little to no publicity outside of what they themselves do. I write reviews honestly and based on what I feel the author has written. Including bad reviews. I definitely prefer writing good reviews. But I won't write reviews that attack an author. Just write based on what I've read.
You also reminded me of something I've noticed before in watching / listening to people, but hadn't thought of in awhile (I remember thinking about this a lot back when I worked in NYC at a jazz bar that had both white and black crowds, but those crowds tended to be highly segregated). I think most white people assume (and I'm white, so I hope this isn't offensive), that being discriminated against makes people insecure and unsure of their worth. In my experience, the exact opposite is true. What makes people insecure and unsure of their inner worth is being granted privilege you didn't earn. I think on some level (mostly unconscious, sadly), whites KNOW we didn't earn a lot of what we have, so there's an element of constantly feeling like we have to defend why we have it, usually by arguing we DO deserve more (and yet knowing that's not true so getting even more whiny and offended when someone questions that).
They've studied this with wealthy people too, how they are much more likely to scream about how they earned every penny, no one helped them, etc., etc., even if they inherited every cent of their wealth or got it via other forms of intense privilege, (far more than poor people who are more likely to be grateful, ironically enough). I think sometimes a big part of the problem is that white people don't understand themselves. They're so used to everyone telling them that how they are is "normal" and everyone else is "other" that a large percentage of them lack any true introspection. The fact that they'd project that onto a nonwhite character, assuming that anyone not-white would feel exactly like them only "worse" just shows that they don't understand the effects of their own privilege on themselves.
Anyway, I guess that's a long way of saying "I agree." I think the only answer to this is a lot more voices at the table. I suspect that the real reason many balk at that is that they are afraid of what those voices might say about them, which is just... sad.