Monday Musings: I Don’t Relate To Black Characters and Other Bullshit Excuses

I recently read a post on an author’s (who happens to be black) blog where she talked about why she writes diverse  poc characters and how she was told by more than one “mainstream” blog that their readers (in so many words) couldn’t relate to black characters (Ain’t enough gifs on the planet to show you how I feel about this asinine remark). I was a little disappointed at the end of the post because my takeaway was that her argument  wasn’t so much in defense of a need for readers of all ethnicities to read about different cultures and experiences, but it was one that spoke (in a roundabout way) to the monetary implications of why some authors of color don’t write characters of color, and…

Somebody finally said it without actually saying it :/ Some authors of colors exclusively write white characters because they know their chances of being bought and read are practically guaranteed — or at least considered (And writing with a non-ethnic sounding author name will almost certainly get you extra consideration.)

Why is it in 2017 we’re still dealing with this shit? (It’s a rhetorical question, by the way.) For a better part of my life, I’ve read nothing but mainstream (white) stories, and never once did I walk away believing their experiences (not saying all) were unlike mine.

The bottom line is we all experience the same shit — just differently. No, I don’t know what it’s like to have to wash my hair every, single day or season my chicken with just salt and pepper, but you know what? I do wash my damn hair, and I do season my chicken with about eleven herbs and spices. The point? I like clean hair and chicken. Just like Susie. So, because we do these two things differently, I’m unrelatable?