I’m working on a new piece of fiction, and as I was creating the various characters, I wondered what they were like? Were they young or old? Fat or thin? Attractive or ugly? White or black? Italian, French, German, Mexican, Egyptian …. You get the idea.
Unfortunately, the prospect of writing a black character is fraught with difficulty. The woke world wants to make us afraid of so many things. E.g., If I make all my characters white, the woke will say, “See, you live in a white world and you’re prejudiced against black people.” But if I make a black character, the woke will say, “how dare you write a black character? You don’t know what it’s like to be black.”
Right. Like I know what it’s like to be any of my characters.
I don’t know what it’s like to be fat, for example. I could stand to lose five pounds, but I’ve never been fat. And of course I’ve never been a woman.
I think the only way to make the woke happy is to make all the characters me.
(Don’t worry, I have no interest in making the woke happy, and I hope none of them ever bother to read anything I’ve written.)