On Being Anti-Racist

[Reposted from Facebook.]

My last long post was for myself and/or everyone, but this post is mostly for my white friends and family.

I’ll start with an offer: if you’re trying to learn how to be a better anti-racist, feel free to message me. I don’t know even close to everything, but I’m happy to talk to you and share resources. If you want to ask me if something is racist or not, go for it. I promise there will be no judgement on my end.

I’m also planning to start reading through the book White Fragility by Robin J DiAngelo in the next few weeks, so let me know if you’d like to read along and discuss.

When I first decided I wanted to make a difference in the world, specifically in regards to racial inequity in our country, my first step was to Google something along the lines of “how can I be a Black ally” and I was immediately overwhelmed. Keep in mind this was easily over a decade ago, and the information online is even more expansive now.

I was also overwhelmed by the “rules,” some of which at that time even seemed contradictory. It sort of felt like it didn’t matter what I did, I couldn’t do it right. You might have seen some of these pop up recently, but it was always, “Speak up, but not performatively.” “Stand up for black rights, but don’t make it about you.” “Demonstrate your support but don’t inject your own thoughts into the conversation; instead give Black voices a chance to be heard.”

Not only was I overwhelmed by the sheer number of options and rules, I also felt like I had to do and follow them all or I would be hurting the cause. Every single one. And I was so overwhelmed, my next step was complete inaction for a period of time. I then called my older brother, who gave me a list of books to read, which I read none of. Eventually, I decided to follow some Black-run Facebook pages and just start listening. I didn’t comment, I didn’t engage—I just read every post and the comments underneath.

Time passed, and I eventually realized that I had spent over two years consuming content written specifically by Black people and people of color, and I realized that a little bit at a time goes a long way.

Over that time, I had a few realizations that really helped me push forward:

--First, I realized I didn’t have to do all the things at once. One thing at a time was better than none at all. And, truthfully, I didn’t have to do all the things either. If I didn’t feel comfortable going to a protest, I didn’t have to. There are innumerable ways to provide support.

--I realized that changing my own mind came first. A lot of the “rules” like the ones I listed above are designed to prevent people from trying to “prove” that they are anti-racist or an ally, when they haven’t done the work inside their own heart and mind.

--Whatever stress I was feeling about doing or saying the right or wrong thing was tiny and insignificant compared to the pain, fear, and suffering black people experience every day.

--I learned to beware of and be aware of rhetoric, hyperbole, gaslighting, and false dichotomies.

--I learned to stop saying “but.” For example, “Yes, Black lives matter, but… police matter too.” “Black lives matter, but don’t all lives matter?” “Justice for George Floyd, but I just don’t think people should be rioting.” In fact, once I started paying attention to “buts” in my own head, I was amazed at how many there were. A lot of the “buts” had nothing to do with each other, anyway—they were just talking points I had heard somewhere and was repeating.

--I learned to listen to understand, not to listen to respond. The trick I found that helped me with this was starting from an attitude of trust. I’m not talking about the news or random listicles on random websites. I’m talking about real people. Reading what my Black friends were saying on social media, reading the articles they post. Reading conversations from real people and believing them. And back before I had any Black friends (I did grow up in Steuben County after all lol), I followed black influencers online.

--I learned that humility was required. I will never, ever be able to fully empathize, to fully understand and share the feelings of black people in our country. But I can sympathize and I can grieve with them and I can feel compassion. But because I can’t empathize, I have to be willing to be corrected. If I say or do a racist thing, I have to be willing to change, not get defensive, not get angry.

--I learned that having a racist thought does not make me a bad person—so long as I do everything in my power to counter those thoughts. If someone points out a micro aggression on my part, it does not make me a bad person—so long as I do everything in my power to understand what happened and not do it again. If I make a mistake, it is on me to pick myself back up and try again.

--I learned that picking apart the racism in my own head and trying to come to terms with my white privilege had a ripple effect throughout other areas of my life. The same strategies I used to pick apart my feelings about race could be used in areas like body image, identity, being female, relationships with my family/spouse, and more.

Mostly, I learned that I couldn’t just wake up one morning and decide I wasn’t going to be racist any more. I couldn’t just wake up and decide to be an anti-racist ally. I had to work at it every single day.

This work will never be completed. I can never change the fact that I was born and raised in a culture, a system, a country that prefers white bodies over black bodies. I can never unsee or unhear or unread racist comments, twisted news headlines, or inaccurate history. I cannot change what I learned and internalized as a child, a teenager, or even as an adult prior to now.

But I can counter racist thoughts in the moment. I can seek out a diverse community. I can believe Black people when they say they are suffering. I can unlearn cultural lies. And I can work towards making a world in which the next generation of children experiences true equality.

Being an anti-racist will require a lifetime of work. I can never do it perfectly, but I can also never stop trying.

If you got this far, lol, this is just a reminder that I’m happy to chat about any of this. Message me here, Instagram, email, discord. <3 

In the meantime, there's some more super helpful information here:

Ask when you don’t know — but do the work first.

Lamplighters Society Cover

The day will soon be upon us! And by that, I mean the day of the launch of the next book in the Land of Szornyek series, Lamplighters Society.

I had debated delaying the launch of this book given everything that’s happening in the world, but I’ve decided to go ahead with it for a couple of reasons. First, this book has already been delayed by about two months, and I don’t want to disappoint any readers that are waiting for it.

Second, I know that my books give some small amount of comfort, pleasure, and/or escape to my readers, and I want that to still be there for you.

So in light of that, please enjoy the cover, designed by the fantastic Natasha Snow.

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For those of you who are curious, I had mentioned earlier this year that my launch would be delayed because of the cover. If you’re curious about what happened, it’s not that complicated: my previous designer went bankrupt.

This is certainly a thing that happens when you run a business, but I was very surprised and disappointed. I was particularly peeved that they didn’t tell anyone, and left all of their clients to figure it out on their own. Most skilled cover designers book custom cover design at least a couple of months in advance. Some book a full year in advance. Last July I had scheduled them for late November, and then I gave them about a month grace period to get the cover designed, since it was over the holidays (yes, I’m talking last Thanksgiving/Christmas here), but after my initial query, I didn’t hear from them once. They vanished into the ether.

Once I submitted my dispute through Paypal and had my money returned, I then had to schedule another designer. Luckily, I’d been using Natasha for my fairy tale series, and she was able to fit me in during May.

I went back to look up their website to ask about them design copyright, and their website was a single page stating that they went bankrupt, no contact information, and a notice that clients should file a dispute via Paypal.

That is really all there is to the story. Disappointing, yes, but I was fortunate to get my money back, and fortunate that Natasha could fit me in. Not to mention, the cover she designed is stunning.

Stay tuned for the link to the book!

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Monster Encyclopedia: Nokka

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The nokka is a rather large bird with metallic feathers, several rows of teeth, and an excellent sense of smell. They are fast, and use their tail feathers to spear lunch. They tend to fly in flocks and are very difficult to kill. That said, they also tend to avoid wooded areas, and they can only fly so low. If you are unfortunate enough to come into close proximity with one, stop, drop, and freeze.

Humans are not their only source of food, however. They are omnivorous, and while most nuts and seeds are too small for them, they do enjoy walnuts as well as apples and other large hanging fruit.

The one useful aspect of the nokka is their tail feathers. They can be used to fletch an arrow, and will make the arrow fly straight and true.

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#georgefloyd

This is re-posted from my personal Facebook page, originally written on 5/29/2020.

Those of you who have known me or have been following me for a while probably know that I never post anything that might be considered controversial or political in nature. Over the years, there have been many reasons for this, the top one being that I don’t like to argue. I’m not good at it. I’ve never been good at it.

Despite that choice, I still have strong opinions, and I still care deeply about a wide range of topics and people.

As the years passed, things kept happening that I thought were wrong, things that I wanted to post about, state my opinion. Like the time an anti-abortion group erected ten-foot tall, high-DPI images of aborted fetuses on my college campus. Or the time my student body president was murdered as part of a gang initiation. Or the day that I found out the state of Maine was introducing legislation to raze 10,000 acres of forest.

But these issues pale in comparison to the violence that black people in our country face every single day, and have for literal centuries.

The names kept piling up. Daniel Shaver. Philando Castile. Freddie Gray. Laquan McDonald. Tamir Rice.

I cared. Yet, I never posted about any of them. I listened, I read the news, I paid attention. I worked on identifying racist attitudes in my own head. I followed activists, and joined progressive groups on social media.

But I never said anything.

The reasons for this vary:

  • I didn’t want to argue about it.

  • I didn’t want people to dislike me because I said something they disagreed with.

  • I didn’t want to accidentally say the wrong thing.

  • I didn’t want to be wrong.

  • I didn’t want to muddy up my author brand.

  • I didn’t want to lose potential readers of my books.

  • I didn't want people to think I was using a social issue to sell my books.

  • I didn’t want to upset family members who might disagree with me.

  • I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

  • I didn’t want to cause more harm than help.

  • Everything had already been said already.

  • I didn’t want to be one of those people who always jumped on the bandwagon.

  • I didn’t want there to be a public mistake that might come back to bite me in the future.

  • I didn’t want to alienate anyone.

  • I didn’t want to feel stress or anxiety over it.

  • I didn’t want to lay awake at night worrying about whether or not what I said would be misconstrued.

  • I didn’t want to get in the way of a statement or opinion that might be more valid than mine.

  • Etc.

Mostly, I was just a coward.

Even today, amidst the chaos surrounding the murder of George Floyd (only a few weeks after the murder of Ahmaud Aubery!), I thought to myself, I want to say something, but I don’t want to be one of the bandwagon people who just jumps on board because everyone else is. People are going to ask, “Why didn’t you speak out when Ahmaud Aubery was murdered? Or Breonna Taylor? Trayvon Martin? Freddie Gray?”

But fuck that.

There is literally no good time to come out in support of people who are suffering except for right now. Unless we, white people, start acknowledging the racism inherent in the system we live in, we can’t fix it.

There is no such thing as colorblindness. The Civil Rights Movement did not eliminate racism. And whether you admit it or not, every single one of us has racist prejudices built right into the core of our social consciousness. But we can’t fix it unless we admit it.

So consider this my admission. I am white in a culture that prioritizes white people first. I benefit inherently from this system both in ways that are obvious, but also in ways that I can’t even begin to fathom. This does not mean my life was easy, but it means that I will likely not be shot by the police. I will not be denied a job because of the color of my skin. My brothers, father, nephews, uncles, and cousins will not be murdered because they are black men.

Growing up, my mom always used to say to us, “Don’t leave your brain at the door of the church,” and this has stuck with me to this day. But it’s not just about religion. It’s about challenging the beliefs that were ingrained in us from childhood. Just because someone in power says something, doesn’t mean it is right, or good, or true.

Just because we inherited certain attitudes, beliefs, customs, and traditions, doesn’t make them right or good.

I’ll be honest with you. This post is a little bit selfish on my part. It’s selfish because I don’t want to go down in history as being silent. I don’t want my nieces and nephews to remember me as being complacent, complicit. And I don’t want the people who are connected with me via social media--the people that follow my blog, my 1500+ followers on my author page, the 1600 Instagram followers, my spattering of Twitterers—I don’t want a single one of you to think, even for a second, that I might support our current President. I don’t want a single one of you to think that I don’t feel sorrow for the people that have died because of the racism in our country and in our police force. And I don’t want you to think for a second that I don’t care about the people that are different than me, whether they are black, or Asian, or Muslim, or disabled, or incarcerated, or immigrants (legal or otherwise), or transgender, or gay, or any other.

Compassion is my religion. Care for other people is my purpose for living.

I might not always get it right. Perhaps this essay was the wrong thing to post at the wrong time. Even now I worry that this is too much about me, and not enough about the people who need to be heard.

But I have to start somewhere. So I am starting here.
#quarantineart #georgefloyd #blacklivesmatter

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Monster Encyclopedia: Folt

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Many think this creature is related to the Nagy but in fact, there really aren’t that many similarities. This one is much smaller for starters, about the size of a large bull or boulder, and it has arms, not tentacles. It only has one good eye and lacks the strong sense of smell the Nagy boasts. It grows a thin layer of moss on its head as camouflage and can flatten to almost invisible. Then it spreads out its arms in all directions until something (think: you) accidentally wanders into its reach.

Folt can also float! They move silently through the air, almost undetectable unless you’re looking right at them, and then drop down on the heads of their prey. They then wrap their many arms around their prey and suck them up into their digestive system. These gargs are sneaky, but fortunately—they smell. Like garlic.

These things are known to actively hunt human nomadic communities—they will follow, wait, and snatch!

Recommendation: carry a spear, and watch out for the smell of garlic.

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