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The Tiptree award, dedicated to "encouraging the exploration & expansion of gender" is now to be called the Otherwise Award.

Background (TW for ableism): James Tiptree, Jr. was the penname of Alice Sheldon, one of the greatest writers (and quite possibly the greatest female writer) of early and mid-century SF/F. Sheldon was a brilliant writer; she also suffered from severe depression and killed herself and her disabled husband Huntingdon Sheldon. Whether it was a suicide pact, murder/suicide, or something in between, is debated; Sheldon's biographer lays out what is known and how the story tends to be told in ways that distort the truth here.

Disabled people have been uncomfortable with the name since the award's inception, given the standard ableist murder-suicide narrative, and in the wake of the Campbell renaming a call went out to rename this one as well.  I'm glad the award has been renamed, and I'm thankful the Motherboard (as the group that governs the award is named) have been thoughtful and empathetic in their response to the controversy and their decision to change the name.

Here's a thoughtful piece on the name change from M.L. Clark, a past recipient of the award whose knee-jerk reaction was to want to keep the original name: Letting Go of Our “Heroes”: Ongoing Humanist Training and the (Ex-)James Tiptree, Jr. Award

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First, the good news. The other Campbell Award (Yes, for forty years there have been TWO major awards named after that fucker, and yes, it has always been confusing) is also getting its name changed. When the Gunn Center for the Study of Science Fiction at the University of Kansas decides what name they want their award formerly known as the "John W. Campbell Memorial Award for best science-fiction novel of the year" to be known as, they will announce it. They have already renamed their yearly conference from the Campbell Conference to the Gunn Center Conference.

John Scalzi has some interesting comments on the whole thing, and I think this is the most notable and important bit of his post:
Campbell is and will always be part of science fiction’s history. But history isn’t static, even if the facts of history stay the same. Anyone notable enough to be part of the historical record will find themselves the subject of reassessment, for however long they grace history’s record. It is, weirdly, a privilege not many people get. Campbell was never guaranteed a pedestal, or an award, or a conference in his name, even if he got them for a while. He was never guaranteed to keep them. No one is.

On to the Bad News.

The Tiptree Award is remaining the Tiptree Award, at least for now.

James Tiptree, Jr. was the pen name of Alice Sheldon, one of the greatest female SF/F writers of the early 20th Century. More than a pen name, Tiptree was a persona. Besides writing many great classics, Sheldon was an active participant in the SF/F community for decades, as James. Sheldon carried on many friendships entirely via letter, and was by the 1970s one of the Great Old Men of the genre. (Unsurprisingly, most of Tiptree's work explored gender and the social construction of identity.) It was a huge shock when, in the 1970s, it was revealed that James was Alice. Given both Tiptree's body of work and double life, it was an appropriate name for an award encouraging the exploration and expansion of gender.

The problem is that Sheldon/Tiptree killed both her disabled husband and herself in a murder-suicide in 1987. Everyone who knew them believed it was a mutual decision, and yet, it was still a pretty terrible thing to do. Especially because "well, he's disabled and old and if she can't care for him he'd be better off dead" seems to have been a large part of why they finally did it after a decade of talking and thinking about it. After some deliberation, the Tiptree Motherboard has decided to keep the name as it is, at least for now. They lay out their reasons, many of which I agree with, here. (Warnings for talk about suicide, depression, and some ableism.)  File 770 also has some interesting discussion in the comments, including by at least one person who was fairly close with Alice.

And I'm torn. Because on the one hand, Tiptree's writing explored and foregrounded themes that almost nobody else was exploring at the time (certainly nobody else with such focus and consistency). And (unlike Campbell's fascism, which had a DIRECT and OBVIOUS affect on both his work and the genre as a whole), Sheldon's last horrifying act was not directly connected with Tiptree's art, except insofar as the sense of having been trapped with no way out led both to the murder/suicide and shaped Tiptree's work. Tiptree's writings are not notably more ableist than the genre as a whole, nor do they glorify or advocate for the sort of act which was Sheldon's last. It is possible to separate out the work from the evil, because the work did not advocate for or position the evil as good; the evil was, by and large, not present in the work. This is in direct contrast to Campbell, who actively used his work and his position to advocate for all of the evil in his head. You can't separate out Campbell's evil from his work because he made them intertwine so deeply--he did that, he chose that. Tiptree/Sheldon made a different choice, and so it is possible to make a separation between the work and the evil they did.

But how great a separation do we want to make? How much is good or reasonable? Do we want to name this award after a murderer? The Tiptree Motherboard make a case that it wasn't murder because Huntington Sheldon, Alice's husband, wanted to die, so that makes everything alright enough to keep the name. Here's my response, which I emailed to them:
As a person with a disability, there is one aspect of your understanding of Huntington's last days that is a gigantic, glaring problem, for two reasons, neither of which you seem to have considered. And the aspect is this: did he, or did he not, wish to die? For you, this is an important point (and you may well be correct on it). I don't believe that it matters, for two reasons.

First, a desire to die is not rational. It is a mental illness. It is part of depression. If a healthy person desires to die, we get them help. If they kill themselves, it is seen as a great tragedy. But when a disabled person is depressed, oh, of course, what could be more natural! Of course they want to kill themselves! Of course they need help ... but we are quicker to offer help to end their life than we are to offer assistance towards a better quality of life and the sort of therapy and medication that might help them be happy. Why is a disabled person's life less worthy than an abled person's? You may have considered this, but your statement certainly doesn't reflect any such consideration. He wanted to die, so his wife can be excused for making it happen. It fits so well into the common narrative of disability and death. It's even used in cases where we know for a certainty that the murder victim did not want to die ... because even in cases where the victim left a ton of evidence that they were happy and wanted to live, people will ignore it because they believe that disabled people must and should be miserable. Of course they must have wanted to die. So therefore the murderer can be excused for having killed them. Regardless of what resources were available to help the couple in 1987 (or in the decade leading up to that during which everybody seems to have known they were depressed and possibly suicidal and nobody did much), we live now in a world with much greater resources to help and yet people still kill disabled people using this as the reasoning. Regardless of whether or not you rename the award, PLEASE reframe the discussion so that you are not contributing to this perception of depression and disability.

Second, let us assume for the sake of argument that he genuinely did wish to die. How did he come to have such a wish? When someone is completely dependent on another person, as Huntington was on Alice, it is incredibly easy for the dependent person to adopt their caretaker's opinions. It is a psychological defense tactic, and it is the same mechanism that produces Stockholm Syndrome. This extends even to suicide. If the "caretaker" wishes the dependent person to be dead, the dependent person will often passively accept their "caretaker's" wishes. (I use scare quotes here because if someone wants you dead or believes you would be better off dead, the level of care is often ... minimal, if not actively neglectful or abusive.) If they can get to someplace safer, though, where they are not told through word and actions that they should be dead and would be better off dead, their opinions on the subject often change DRAMATICALLY. Even staying with the same primary caregiver but having more social contact with the wider world can be enough to work such change.

So the idea that Huntington was suicidal himself is not the mitigating factor you imagine it to be.

I really don't know what the answer is.
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So there’s this sweet and heartwarming animated video of a porcupine going around social media.

There’s a school for animals, and the porcupine is the new kid.  Poor porcupine, the desks are too close together for its spikes!  And it can’t sit next to the other kids on the bus because the bus jerks and they fall into its spines and get hurt, so it has to sit all alone in the back!  And it can’t play soccer because the ball just hits its spikes and deflates!  Poor porcupine is all alone!  So, for Christmas, all the other little animals show up at its door with a Christmas present.

The porcupine opens the present, and it’s ... styrofoam peanuts.  For the porcupine to put on its quills so it can hug and play with the other little animals.  Isn’t that wonderful?

It is sweet, and heartwarming, but it also turned my stomach, because the whole thing is basically one giant ableist trope.

Here’s the thing: the reason the porcupine can’t participate is that the world is poorly designed for porcupines and everybody just accepts that.  The desks could be moved apart.  The porcupine could have a bench on the bus to itself, with its friends sitting across the aisle.  They could have played games with the porcupine that didn’t use equipment that would be damaged by the porcupine’s quills.  These are all really simple things to do.  This is not rocket science.  And you know what?  NONE of them are even considered in the video.

The video is framed as “the porcupine is lonely because it’s different and can’t participate” instead of “the porcupine is lonely because it lives surrounded by people who never bother to take its needs into account.”  And the cartoon’s “solution”?  The people who can’t take two minutes to consider “gee, maybe we can do things a little differently so the porcupine can participate” give the porcupine a “gift” that will allow the porcupine to participate like the “normal” animals, but which also requires lots of time on the porcupine’s part to achieve (how long does it take to put all those styrofoam peanuts on?).  We love you and want to include you, the cartoon says ... but only if you figure out how to fit yourself into what we consider “normal.”

How generous of them.

I am autistic.  The world is designed by neurotypicals.  And that causes problems for me.  And the standard attitude of the world is ... that’s my problem, not theirs.  And most people want me to be “normal” and will exclude me if I’m not, and think they should be given all kinds of credit for being generous by “helping” me be more normal.  Or being generous by moving approximately 3% of the way towards me, and expecting me to do the other 97%.

How generous of them.

This is not to say that fitting in to the norm is always bad and the wrong thing.  Maybe the porcupine's favorite game in the whole world is soccer, which you need an inflated ball for, which would require him to cover his quills.  But requiring assimilation to be the ONLY solution--and then praising it as being "heartwarming"--is ableist in the extreme.  It puts a huge burden on the person who is different to "fit in."  It assumes that difference is the problem and ignores all the times that it is society's design that is the problem.  It frames the people forcing the assimilation as good and kind and generous people.

Can we have different stories now, please?
 

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Every Tuesday morning I meet with a group of pastors to study the Bible passages assigned for the upcoming Sunday.  And this Sunday's passage is about the healing of the woman who had been "crippled by a spirit" for 18 years and unable to stand upright.  And I mentioned that people with disabilities are, demographically, by far the least churched people in America, partly because of accessibility issues and partly because of texts like this--either they go "and why haven't I had my miracle cure yet?" or they get really uncomfortable with the priority on asking for miracles (and using them as inspiration porn) rather than accepting them into the community and accommodating their needs.

Possibly this was a bad idea, because it started people off talking about the very things I had just told them many people with disabilities find offensive.  As in, I had to break in at one point and say that I knew a lot of people with disabilities of various kinds, visible and invisible both, who would stand up and walk out if they heard a sermon preached like that.  And, granted, in my rural context, you are far less likely to encounter disabled people who have enough contact with the disability rights movement to have the vocabulary for why they don't like or resent certain things, and so they're much more likely to think "it's just me being weird, everyone else thinks it's great, I shouldn't make a big deal of it."  That doesn't mean they'll like it or appreciate it.

It was hard to tell what a couple of the pastors there thought, but one of them was all "but we have to make it relatable to the rest of the congregation who don't have a disability!" as an excuse, and another was all into the "everyone has a disability!" approach.

Without time to prepare ahead of time, I am not as articulate as I am when I can sit down and write things out.  It was very frustrating.

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