It's Tuesday again. The con's over. It was a major experience – worth the £120 I paid for membership: this and my days in Montreal were worth the £600 I paid for the flight. This Saturday I shall be wandering around the farmer's market again, this time next week I'll be back at work: but for these past days I was in another world. How do you put a price on intellectual experience?
I got up drastically early Sunday morning, posted nothing but photos, had apple-caramel pancakes for breakfast (everyone else was having scrambled eggs: my host the cook did me pancakes with “apple” written in syrup, silly and delicious, but actually I would have liked the eggs...)
I needed to get to the con before nine am because I was going to the Broad Universe panel: there was another on at 9am, “How Not To Be A Jerk Online” which also looked interesting, but
The three Broads on the panel (Elaine Isaak, Phoebe Wray, Trisha Wooldridge) talked about the history and success of the collective, and then invited the audience to speak: so I raised my hand, introduced myself, and outlined the Hugo amendment I'd proposed and why: making it clear that as the amendment had been proposed Wednesday, workshopped Thursday, and photocopied Thursday evening for voting on Friday morning, I certainly didn't defend it as the best possible amendment, just what Cheryl Morgan and I (with Tim Illingworth's help) had thought of at the time.
I still have to write the post for feministsf on the layers of statistical bias with citations from all-male Hugo shortlists of the past. As happened in every single discussion about the amendment, except for the non-discussion at the WSFS prelims meeting on Friday morning, the point about non-representation of writers of color was raised: I cited (via Cheryl Morgan, who knows more Hugo stats than I do) the point that while there are usually excellent women writers in the top 15, who may not have made it into the top five due to the layers of bias, the degree of discrimination against writers of colour is such that there are frequently no such writers in the top fifteen – making their inclusion in the amendment as worded tokenistic and unhelpful.
One of the writers on the panel said that she would not want to be shortlisted for a Hugo “just because she was a woman” and I said (which I strongly believe to be true) that it would be wrong to look at it that way – that she would be shortlisted (if this amendment went through) because she was an excellent writer, where the bias against women writers (we'd previously discussed the Locus reviews bias in particular) had simply meant that because she's a woman she had not made it into the top five: the amendment was meant to do something to remedy the statistical bias, and insofar as equal numbers of women and men are getting published, it would insufficiently amend it.
I'd also discussed with
Well, I was. And … I suppose in strict terms of “What do you get out of a panel?” I should have boycotted this one. Henry Molton, who said he believed he was on the panel because he had taught English literature at a university in Nambia, perhaps wisely fell silent after
One white man sitting in front of us asked “But why do you always have to have a racial viewpoint? Can't there be a neutral viewpoint? If you're writing a novel about climate change, for example?” to which I responded “Are you saying Latinas do not suffer from climate change?”
As discussed in “Writing the Other”, a panel which I do not believe Kathryn Cramer attended, white male straight – is always considered a “neutral viewpoint”. (The more I read novels by straight writers whom I like, the more I miss their rarely – if ever – simply having people who happen to be gay: Hambly had one queer couple in her first Benjamin January novel, but thereafter, everyone in New Orleans has been terribly straight.)
The more I listened to Kathryn Cramer talking, the more I felt that she should never have agreed to be on this panel. I mean even more strongly than I'd felt I didn't belong on a panel about RPG fanfic: I may write fanfic, but I do not do RPG. She expressed a good deal of malice and nastiness during RaceFail, both towards
But all of this constitutes political disagreement: what made me outright worried about being there is that, having contributed to RaceFail, I constitute one of Kathryn Cramer's enemies: I am one of the people I have to assume she would out if she could, and of course (if she is reading this, and looks up who proposed That Hugo Amendment) she now can. Will she? Does this make me nervous? Sure: I don't want to be outed. It's not a big fannish secret: I was handing people Yonmei cards at the Worldcon. But I like people not being able to google my real name and find my pseud, which is the case at the moment, and which Kathryn Cramer made explicitly clear she feels is what “crooks and conmen” do. Was I, am I, scared of this? Yes: but it was worth risking this (I think: I may feel differently if Cramer does out me and there are negative consequences, and the risk of this happening is why I feel that – regardless of political differences – Cramer ought to be outside the pale: she ought not to be allowed access to privileged fannish information she has made clear she will not hold confidential.
A white man in the audience said “can't we write novels about a colour-blind future if we stop looking at race?” And I wrote my comment, rather than speaking it, because I preferred not to say it at that panel: Isaac Asimov and Robert Heinlein both did this in the 1950s: Arthur C. Clarke continued to do this in all his novels: to write novels in which people just are of any race is a courageous thing to do in 1950s publishing, but by this time it ought to be considered a basic minimum for any white science-fiction writer. That may be the least we can do, to ensure that our visions of the future are not squeaky-white: it is not a goal that we should feel proud of attaining. That's what we do when we start looking at ethnicity and race: a beginning, not an end.
Sunday afternoon was something I was really looking forward to, because there was a trifecta of panels all related to each other – I was on the last panel (Writing Gender Issues), I had originally been invited to be on the middle panel (Rainbow Futures), and I was fascinated by the first panel (Human Reproductive Variants). But, it's quarter past two: I should finish up, post this, and take my freshly-charged battery out with my camera to go on photographing Vieux-Montreal. Or rather, be damned to “should”: I want to!
PS: Went in, paid ($9.08 for my crepe and orange juice) and while the woman was sorting out change for my $50, I tipped $2. Then when she handed me my change, I tossed the 2c in the change bowl, and she said "Merci" in a way that made me wonder if she'd noticed me tipping $2. Oh dear. Okay. I was back at my B&B to collect my camera battery and post this before it dawned on me that given I'm not likely to be back, it doesn't really matter if she knows I tipped $2.02 or thinks I only tipped 2c...

