NaNoWriMo Prep 2019: I’m Not Racist… But

My unconscious nearly put an entire alt-right wet dream in as a subplot on my upcoming NaNoWriMo project.

It was all innocent, just a chain of events in my planning that led to an unfortunate connection in my brain.

I’d decided my fighter pilot in my story was going to be an Israeli woman, and that all worked out great in the character bio. I then chose one of the twists and turns in the tale was going to be that she was working for a mysterious figure in my story. This mystery man is trying to control events to create an interstellar version of the UN. In her bio, I’d already mentioned she was brought up and trained by her an uncle, a war hero and clandestine operative. I then decided that he should be the aforementioned mysterious figure.

Nothing clicked at this point. It was all entirely innocent following through the story.

However several months ago, in my ongoing quest to learn as many random things as possible, I was learning the history of “The Protocols of the Elders of Zion”. It is an insane subject, how a joke grew out of all control and ravaged racial, political and societal in the past 100 years.

You can’t study something like that without putting it in a broader context. So I learned a lot about the far-right and alt-right movements, that used this fake text to justify their beliefs.

And that’s where it clicks, I’ve accidentally written an alt-right wet dream with just the character bios.

I’m a free-thinking centre left-leaning liberal. I don’t have anything against Jews, and my problems with the Israeli state are strictly to do with Palestine and the West Bank, so political. I certainly don’t want my stories to contain a racist caricature of Jews or any race.

So planning and preparation have helped me. At this stage it’s an easy fix:

  • I could change the young pilot’s character
  • I could change her relationship to the mysterious figure,
  • I could even remove the shadowy puppet master, (it is somewhat of a cliché in science fiction and fantasy)

I’ve chosen to snip that particular story thread and remove any familial relationship between the pilot and the mystery man. It also means I’ve got next to nothing on this shadowy man; he’s a mystery even to me.

Now Jewishness of this pilot is essential to me. Which seems odd, but a while back I’d read a story in the news, about Jewish fighter pilots. At the time this got me thinking, you don’t often hear about female fighter pilots very often, even in popular culture that much, (though the Captain Marvel movie has done just that). Since these Israeli women fighter pilots were the inspiration, that’s the direction I wanted the character to go, to pay homage to that. I’m not sure if that’s silly, but that’s just something I wanted in there, sans any racist overtones.

It does concern me how easy it is to say something entirely different from what you meant when writing. Had I been pantsing it, I probably wouldn’t have realised that. So chalk that up to another benefit of planning, it helps avoid pitfalls and makes sure your authorial intent doesn’t get hijacked by silly mistakes.

Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 40: A Father’s Love

This is the 40th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

A Father’s Love, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 10th January 2012

Word count: 725

Theme: accident, victim, purpotrator, father, son, protection, facing up

The story:

“Calmly tell me what happened,” Leo’s father Brian asked pushing his son firmly into the chair next to the kitchen table.

“It wasn’t my fault Dad, it wasn’t,” Leo said.

“Start from the beginning, tell me how you came to be in the car,” his father said from the other side of the kitchen as he gathered the first aid kit. Leo sat gathering his thoughts as his father started tending to the cuts and bruises on his face and arms.

“Me and the others,” Leo started finally.

“Which others?” his father interjected.

“Craig, Dave, Eddie, and Francis. We met up to have some drinks and stuff,” Leo said looking up, knowing he was forbidden from drinking, he was still only sixteen, and his dad was uptight about that kind of thing, but Brian wasn’t bothered about the drinking just yet. “We were trying alsorts, Eddie got served at the offie.”

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