The Space Traders is prescient and tragic.
While the US is not as in dire need of saving as it is in the story, the events after the Traders land is parallel to the 2016 election. In the end, the white people clumped together to ensure they benefit first without knowing or caring about an entire demonized population. See for yourself.
http://whgbetc.com/the-space-traders.pdf
Part of me hopes they are swept away to a heavenly place and the poorer white people now get to be the most vilified for being poor and other countries isolate the US for their actions. Because it's fiction.
https://www.tor.com/2017/12/06/old-and-cold-the-space-traders-by-derrick-bell/
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I’d hope those aliens were wise enough to take those who agreed to sell, not those who didn't and not those who were to be sold …
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to imagine there was some kind of bad thing embedded in the gifts but the story is about how white people would find a way to sell out black people ...just like in the last US election
ReplyDeleteDamn :'-( I’d rather die together with all my friends in all different colours.
ReplyDeleteI’m “white” (rather pale) but I spent my childhood in South India in the 1960s (parents worked for German dev aid), all my friends Indians, mostly the poorer ones from the villages around the hospital — and I witnessed racism there also … from (usually richer) light brown Indians, boasting about their “aryan” (Persian) descent, and despising the original (?) South Indians for their dark skin … WTF?
Thankful for the whole experience, and especially for how I was accepted in the families of my friends like one of their own kids. Was a lot more loving environment that what I later had to and still have to endure in Germany. It’s not only the climate that’s cold here, it’s the hearts. Not all of course, but there’s that tendency. I’m still dreaming to go “home” some day, and stay, but today I’m not the sweet child anymore, today I’m an elderly sahib, not sure I’d be welcome.
(sry, this just bled outta my fingertips b/c it seemed relevant to me, and I’m not deleting it now ;-) )
Sometimes exotic children are popular for being exotic. Or maybe we just work harder to be liked because we know we're different.
ReplyDeleteI think when I was a child there it wasn't work, perhaps not even being the exotic person, but maybe just the “child scheme” that works also in other species than humans. But I definitely had to work harder when I had to return to Germany and found that I somehow felt and thought different than the other Germans around me. But meanwhile I’m so tired of that kinda work … and at the same time I see those problems boiling hotter everywhere on the planet … so I guess I must try to find how having had to do that work can be used for a peaceful future … I feel I have some responsibility, if only I knew how to fulfill it … guess I need to live a few more years then, in order to find out …
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