![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/1XZHx31:
magickedteacup
reblogged your post and added:
I would personally change that to “He guessed you…
So there’s definitely a feeling of… it’s more complicated than talking about vanished vs. non-vanished people. I mean, I guess I could imagine historical/etc. situations in which people really did think that certain peoples were legit vanished (but they actually hadn’t, etc.)? I can imagine a non-zero probability of that having happened.
Oh yes, this is a deprecated draft for a reason– it was the first time that the concept had come up in a concrete way for me. And i’ll put in with the “too embarrassed to speak it” thing– it was like that for my folks and Gaelic, and to this day a lot of Irish people kind of roll their eyes at compulsory study of the language. Although I feel like that’s changing even since the time I was there, which is uh, the 90s now, that’s like 20 years ago now. But that’s part of my nebulous thoughts on Domhnall Gleeson being *so ethnic*– he is certainly in the first generation of actors who would do that. Who could. And being ashamed/proud is the central focus of that. I have yet to articulate this well at all-at all. (It’s so hard to intelligently talk about Irish ethnicity when racists are so quick to invoke it as a get-out-of-jail-free card for African slavery. Like, I sat through hideously uncomfortable anti-Irish racism in my classroom in the public school I attended in the UK, directed at a teacher, it was hideous. But that’s– I mean, the man still had a job. And people died. And oh my god stop being assholes about slavery it’s not a fucking competition. Ugh!)
My concept of Poe Dameron’s Space Latinity is tied up in him being a little obsessed about being The Right Kind Of Ethnic. So I’m still kind of– iterating that. Like– it’s cute to play guitar and be a sought-after romantic partner but it’s super icky to get accused of having gang ties and get sexually harassed a lot and he’s just a very pretty boy on a very wobbly tightrope here and he wishes his dad wasn’t quite so goddamn ethnic in public okay.
And it’s been really helpful for me to spend a bunch of time with baby Kes to develop that, because it’s generational. If Kes is unabashedly Whatever Kind Of Ethnic He Feels Like, and Poe is overcorrecting– well, how did Kes get to that point? What is it, that he is?
“All of us,” Kes said. “All the survivors. Our family. We’re all pooling our savings and we’re going to buy land together, somewhere.”
“Survivors,” Shara said.
“Of Xicul,” Kes said. “Before I was born, the landslides?”
Shara shook her head. She didn’t know what he meant.
“The mining company owned most of the planet,” Kes explained, “and they told us the land wasn’t safe anymore, but we didn’t want to leave the valleys where our ancestors’ kings were carved, you know?”
“Oh,” Shara said. Maybe she’d heard something about that. “I think– there were landslides, yeah.”
“Yeah,” Kes said. “A lot of people died, and the mining company said we had to get off the land, it wasn’t safe. They had to drive us out, and there was a fight, and in the end they gave the ones who survived some money and made us leave the planet.” Kes stopped and looked over at the scrubby trees again. “But it wasn’t enough money to buy any land anywhere, so we pooled it together and we’re saving it, and everything we can earn on top of that, and then we’re going to buy a new place to live.”
Shara hadn’t understood that, from what he’d said before. “Oh,” she said. “Wow. That sounds– nice.”
He smiled, a little shyly. “I’ve been working toward it my whole life,” he said. “My mother, she got hurt, she can’t work, but she keeps– we have a home base, one farm, and we cram as many of us in as we have to, and the young ones stay with her and they keep the seeds growing, keep the livestock bloodlines alive, on that little farm, while the rest of us are out working and making money where we can.”
As far as too “on the nose” literally— eehhhhh yeah. That’s going to take much more careful handling. I just, I had feels. Look at this. I lost my head.
Sorry now i don’t remember what we were talking about.
But– yes. I’m still working on this.
magickedteacup
reblogged your post and added:
I would personally change that to “He guessed you…
So there’s definitely a feeling of… it’s more complicated than talking about vanished vs. non-vanished people. I mean, I guess I could imagine historical/etc. situations in which people really did think that certain peoples were legit vanished (but they actually hadn’t, etc.)? I can imagine a non-zero probability of that having happened.
Oh yes, this is a deprecated draft for a reason– it was the first time that the concept had come up in a concrete way for me. And i’ll put in with the “too embarrassed to speak it” thing– it was like that for my folks and Gaelic, and to this day a lot of Irish people kind of roll their eyes at compulsory study of the language. Although I feel like that’s changing even since the time I was there, which is uh, the 90s now, that’s like 20 years ago now. But that’s part of my nebulous thoughts on Domhnall Gleeson being *so ethnic*– he is certainly in the first generation of actors who would do that. Who could. And being ashamed/proud is the central focus of that. I have yet to articulate this well at all-at all. (It’s so hard to intelligently talk about Irish ethnicity when racists are so quick to invoke it as a get-out-of-jail-free card for African slavery. Like, I sat through hideously uncomfortable anti-Irish racism in my classroom in the public school I attended in the UK, directed at a teacher, it was hideous. But that’s– I mean, the man still had a job. And people died. And oh my god stop being assholes about slavery it’s not a fucking competition. Ugh!)
My concept of Poe Dameron’s Space Latinity is tied up in him being a little obsessed about being The Right Kind Of Ethnic. So I’m still kind of– iterating that. Like– it’s cute to play guitar and be a sought-after romantic partner but it’s super icky to get accused of having gang ties and get sexually harassed a lot and he’s just a very pretty boy on a very wobbly tightrope here and he wishes his dad wasn’t quite so goddamn ethnic in public okay.
And it’s been really helpful for me to spend a bunch of time with baby Kes to develop that, because it’s generational. If Kes is unabashedly Whatever Kind Of Ethnic He Feels Like, and Poe is overcorrecting– well, how did Kes get to that point? What is it, that he is?
“All of us,” Kes said. “All the survivors. Our family. We’re all pooling our savings and we’re going to buy land together, somewhere.”
“Survivors,” Shara said.
“Of Xicul,” Kes said. “Before I was born, the landslides?”
Shara shook her head. She didn’t know what he meant.
“The mining company owned most of the planet,” Kes explained, “and they told us the land wasn’t safe anymore, but we didn’t want to leave the valleys where our ancestors’ kings were carved, you know?”
“Oh,” Shara said. Maybe she’d heard something about that. “I think– there were landslides, yeah.”
“Yeah,” Kes said. “A lot of people died, and the mining company said we had to get off the land, it wasn’t safe. They had to drive us out, and there was a fight, and in the end they gave the ones who survived some money and made us leave the planet.” Kes stopped and looked over at the scrubby trees again. “But it wasn’t enough money to buy any land anywhere, so we pooled it together and we’re saving it, and everything we can earn on top of that, and then we’re going to buy a new place to live.”
Shara hadn’t understood that, from what he’d said before. “Oh,” she said. “Wow. That sounds– nice.”
He smiled, a little shyly. “I’ve been working toward it my whole life,” he said. “My mother, she got hurt, she can’t work, but she keeps– we have a home base, one farm, and we cram as many of us in as we have to, and the young ones stay with her and they keep the seeds growing, keep the livestock bloodlines alive, on that little farm, while the rest of us are out working and making money where we can.”
As far as too “on the nose” literally— eehhhhh yeah. That’s going to take much more careful handling. I just, I had feels. Look at this. I lost my head.
Sorry now i don’t remember what we were talking about.
But– yes. I’m still working on this.
