About a million years ago I was the political cartoonist for my college newspaper. Possibly I was not the best person for the job, because I’m not terribly political, nor fond of being controversial, but it was a fun gig while it lasted. Today I was moved to draw my first political cartoon in 15 years.
I’ve been a silent bystander in the ongoing battle in the field of SF/F, a reader and a fan of John C Wright, Larry Correia, Sarah Hoyt, and (lately) Brad Torgersen. I’ve read the blogs regarding Sad Puppies since SP2 last year, but I did nothing, I said nothing. No more.
People I respect, as artists in a field I love and as human beings, are being maligned, tarred and feathered, vomited-upon by liars who accuse these good folk of the very pettiness and hatred of which the accusers themselves are guilty. I chose to stand aside until now, because I am shy, because I feared reprisal and because really I am nobody. I am not brave. I am not a luminary in the field of fantastic literature; I’m a sketch card artist, a mom, and an indie author with one novel and two short stories to my name.
But I am angry now. Who are the bad guys? The ones who speak openly about their goals, who desire change–beneficial change!–in a field calcified by its own politics, who avow those desires in public forums and answer ad hominem attacks with cool logic? Or the ones who vomit hatred, lies, and baseless accusations against the aforementioned?
No more. I may be nobody, but I choose to remain silent no longer.