Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which gave value to survival.
CAPTAIN JOHNSON NOW IN CHARGE OF FERGUSON SITUATION
"I’m going to march with you. There won’t be a police line."
"Crowd Shouts ‘We Love You’." This is killing me. I just need to take a minute to stress this. The crowd started shouting “we love you”.
Just like that, THAT quickly, did it turn to love. Do you see? Before that, the police who were so intent on dehumanizing the protesters and the victims of their own abuse, were trying so hard to make them out to be violent, animalistic, hateful. They were angry, certainly, and had the right to be. But this just shows, in seconds flat, how quickly all that energy turns to thoughts of compassion and love just as soon as someone stops the bullying.
He did not pander to them. He did not even tell them they were right, didn’t say what evil assholes the other cops were, didn’t say anything except that there wouldn’t be a police line, and that he would walk with them. I will walk with you. That simple. I hear you, I listen to you, I will not pretend you are wrong or inhuman, and I will walk next to you. And just with that simple gesture, that tiny little bit of compassion, immediately comes the word love.
It’s so easy for people who think they’re in a war zone to brand others as their enemy. It’s so easy to just say “enemy” and have no idea what that means. With nothing more than a tiny bit of understanding, just a calm word, a bit of give on your part, you can stop full on murderous inhuman unconstitutional insanity. You can stop the pain and instantly hear words of love.
The crowd, who had watched a friend and companion gunned down without justice, who had been beaten for standing there to say no, who had been tear gassed, shot with heavily bruising pellets, arrested without cause, laughed at, called disgusting names, the crowd shouts “we love you”. The second someone tells them he will walk with them.
One of the most durable paradoxes of white supremacy - the idea that those who are closest to an experience of oppression are its least credible witnesses.
Walter Johnson, Soul by soul: life inside the antebellum slave market
This is the type of violence—from microaggressions to epistemic violence to emotional/physical violence to enslavement/genocide—that gets justified by asserting that the oppressor is “objective” and “logical” and thereby “credible.” As if there is objectivity in choosing to oppress. As if the emotions of entitlement, indifference, greed or hatred aren’t involved.
Regarding single issue sales: they are incredibly important to a lot of Image creators. On Rocket Girl, it’s by far the biggest chunk (of course, we don’t have a tpb yet). And every reader counts. A few thousand copies can make or break a series. If Rocket Girl dips into the 8000s, we’ll start thinking about when to wrap it up. If it stays above 12,000 we can do it forever. At 12,000 copies I can make as much writing Rocket Girl as Hulk; Amy Reeder can make as much penciling/inking/coloring as she would on Batwoman. 8000 vs 12,000 is a significant difference in percentage, but it’s not a huge amount of readers. A lot of Image creators are in the same boat, albeit their individual line might be a bit higher or lower. Certainly collected editions and digital and ancillary media/merchandise contribute as well. But a lot of making creator-owned work is down to financing: and single issues have the biggest impact on cash flow–and the only impact on cash flow for almost a full year when you take into account early production to ‘get ahead’ as well as solicitation. Also: your comment forgets artists, who are forgotten way to much nowadays. A writer can maybe juggle 4 simultaneous projects, but an artist can do just one book at a time. It is much harder for an artist to make the plunge into creator-owned–so consider that when choosing what to support.
Reblogging because the economics of creator-owned comics are of interest to me, and because this is the kind of thing I should probably take into account when it comes to who gets their comic pre-ordered, who gets shelf picked, and who gets trade-waited.
…some of my casual wisdom…
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
In any free society, the conflict between social conformity and individual liberty is permanent, unresolvable, and necessary.
A Modest Treatise on #YesAllWomen for the men.
Go to the timelines of your favorite people for May 24, 25 & 26 and read them. I mean really read them. Read all of them. Some of them will have been taken down upon reflection, but I personally hope they never are. Collectively they’re a State of the Union for Women, and it’s pretty grim. My stomach is in knots from what ALL WOMEN have experienced. If you are a real man - a real person, really - you will be heartsick and scorched.
I KNOW people in other parts of the world throw acid in the faces of girls going to school and I KNOW religious sects cover women from head to toe and treat them as chattel. I know all these things. That’s over THERE. I can’t do anything about it besides showing my everlasting disapproval and heaping scorn on it from a great distance. But HERE? It’s bad enough here, believe me. Let’s get this all out in the open and make changes in our stupid heads and stupid hearts and then make them out in the world where this garbage is still, unbelievably, happening.
These are your, my, our FRIENDS. We only want the best for them, always, wherever they are. We LOVE them. To think their safety, sanity, security, health, happiness, and so on could be at risk so often and in so many places is TERRIBLE. To think that the workplaces, transportation, police, friends, legal system would ever make value judgements about them in their worst moments of absolutely degrading victimhood is DISGUSTING. To know your friend (add “wife” or “mother” or “sister” or “daughter” or “valuable human being with feelings and dignity” whenever I say “friend” if that helps you process, though it shouldn’t have to, really) is open to the grossest affronts and violations on the street, on public transportation, at work parties, in a parking lot or on a jogging trail, or even at home with a “loved one” boggles the mind.
Strap-hangers getting rubbed up on the subway. Sexually explicit remarks. Appraisals of looks from strangers, male coworkers. Gropings. Getting stalked. Being followed in car garages, malls, parking lots after dark. Rapes. Beatings. Just because a woman is ALONE?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I realize there’s a “pursuit” imperative inherent in primates in order to push the species along. But humans are NOT ANIMALS. Not really. We’ve made ourselves, with all our amazing abilities and consciousness, impervious to evolution. Bad eyesight? You don’t get passed over. Your genes don’t get left behind. You get glasses. Legs blown off? Here’s a wheelchair, curb cuts, an elevator, a modified van. You don’t die in the dust. Cancer? Have a few chemo cocktails & live another thirty years. We don’t have to live like the beasts of the field. We’re better than that. To take the ideal of pursuit to the level of a shark with a dead whale is an affront to what makes us different, better, even great. We may not be celestial beings, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be constantly trying.
Attractive people know they’re attractive. Stop talking about it in all but the most intimate contexts, and only when INVITED TO DO SO. Discussing people’s looks aloud is awful and creepy. Speculating about people’s sexual abilities aloud is beyond the pale. Remarking about parts of a stranger’s physique is lower than scummy. Cut it out. Keep it to yourself. Ask yourself who you are and what you’ve become if you feel the need to shout something about some poor girl’s ass in the street. I have yet to see an incident like this and hear anyone in the crowd say “SHUT UP, MORON.” So say it. It needs saying. EVERYBODY SHOULD SAY IT. Because she’s pretty…that makes her a target? Because she’s wearing something form-fitting or skimpy or low-cut or something that just appeals to you personally…that means she forfeits her dignity and is ACTUALLY ASKING TO BECOME A VICTIM OF A VIOLENT CRIME? Are you actually high? How far did you get in school?
Don’t touch people unless invited to do so. Do not attempt carnality unless both parties are in their right minds, if there’s no coercion of any kind, everything’s legal, and both sides think it’s a great idea.
Don’t follow people who haven’t implicitly beckoned you to do so. This goes for phonecalls, texting, emailing, social media or hanging around outside people’s homes, or stalking their known shopping or recreational haunts or places of employment. It’s OKAY if someone doesn’t take to you the way you take to them. It’s NORMAL. Your job is to be excellent until someone else does, not force people against their wills to allow you into their space.
A passed out or insensible person is TABOO. Do. Not. Touch. Have their friends get them home and lock them in. FIND their friends. Defend them from the predation of others. Get help.
Violence between the sexes is also TABOO. The legal code also says this about violence between ANYBODY. Cut it out.
When advances are floated out there and are either left to float away or are firmly refused, that part of the conversation is OVER, NEVER TO RETURN as far as the asker goes. LET IT GO. MOVE ON. MOVE AWAY.
If no EVER becomes yes, you’ll be informed only after being observed living excellently AT A GREAT DISTANCE. This, realistically, is very unlikely to occur and should never be expected. Work on the excellence part anyway, though. It will pay great dividends now and later.
Treat a woman the way you’d like to be treated by an enormous bear, say, who suddenly carries you off and moves you to a cave a million miles from anywhere to Beartown. Tenderness, kind words, concern, sharing, caring - that’s what you’d crave in the darkness and uncertainty of your cave with this enormous creature. This, after all, is what happens to women when they take up with us. THINK ABOUT IT.
If you think getting off in someone, anyone is the Prime Directive, and that your DNA is some kind of gold filigree, GET OVER YOURSELF. Jerk it into a sock and go to bed. Nobody wants to hear it. We’re ALL special, so that means nobody has to be the inverted chalice for your oh so precious fluids.
If you see a guy circling around someone like she’s prey, DO SOMETHING. Alert her, the bouncers, HR, your boss, the bartender, her friends, a cop. If the guy follows her to the bathroom, parking lot, etc., tail him. If he crosses a line, drop him and sit on his head until the authorities arrive. BE A MAN. THIS IS WHAT MEN DO. Is any of this coming back to you? Hello?
If assaults keep happening in a certain garage or lot, DO SOMETHING. Insist the business install bright lights, and man security cameras. Start a noisy boycott. Paying for the basic safety of its customers should be thought of as a necessary cost of doing business. Period.
If you see a man dragging a woman away from a gathering, or striking a woman DON’T PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING. Are you a worm? BE A MAN. Everybody should pursue him, call the cops, and fend him off. THAT’S THE MINIMUM. If he takes a stray elbow to the ear, so much the better. HE’S LETTING THE SPECIES DOWN. HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT - HARD. Hear the guy in the next apartment getting rough with his partner? Pound on the door. CALL THE COPS. Subway gropers should be barked off the train by EVERYONE or be regaining consciousness just as the gyves are being slipped over their wrists. WHO STANDS BY AND LETS ANOTHER HUMAN BE DEGRADED? You saw a shifty guy in the stairwell of the parking garage when you left AND when you came back? TELL THE CASHIER. Bang on the manager’s door. Don’t be fobbed off with excuses. DEMAND RESULTS. This is OUR WORLD. WE say how it should be, NOT THEM.
This isn’t about politics or feminism or liberals or conservatives or the horseshit #NotAllMen. It’s about making things NICE and SAFE everywhere. It’s about being KIND. About ending the garbage. When half of us don’t feel safe, none of us are really safe. That goes for your mother, your sister, your wife, your daughter and you, you prize dopes. Tell your sons. Tell your friends. Tell everybody. YOU let things get this bad. CLEAN IT UP. NOW.
Go, thou, and sin no more.
Your affectionate uncle,
Please indulge this one, self-indulgent, mildly therapeutic rant. I can’t say I hate complaining. That’d be a lie. But I try hard to repel a whiny image. Ultimately, maybe one or two upcoming artists could extract some use out of these few words.
It seems the apple never really fell far from the…
Just as a cautious businessman avoids tying up all his capital in one concern, so, perhaps, worldly wisdom will advise us not to look for the whole of our satisfaction from a single aspiration.
I don’t want to suggest that there is nothing left to experience before original works of art except a certain sense of awe, because they have survived, because they are genuine, because they are absurdly valuable. A lot more is possible. But only if art is stripped of the false mystery and the false religiosity which surrounds it. This religiosity, usually linked with cash value, but always invoked in the name of culture and civilisation is in fact a substitute for what paintings lost when the camera made them reproducible.
In honor of his birthday, here’s Goni Montes' cover for the upcoming RoboCop #1 (our new series, debuting in July), from the exclusive CBR interview with writer Joshua Williamson.
In developing this series we worked hard to make sure it felt different than any other RoboCop series. The property has been around for a long time, and a lot of different publishers have done RoboCop comics. How would we stand out? In Williamson’s interview you’ll see how we tackle that question in terms of story. We plan to concentrate on the “crime” angle. The original film hit a beautiful balance between being both a science fiction and crime story, and it’s something that felt lost as the franchise continued. We want to see if we can achieve that balance again.
In terms of covers, we also wanted to do something that had never been seen in RoboCop comics before. There are many approaches to take, and you may see them across some variants. But in terms of the “A” covers we thought it would be interesting to have Goni, who has done amazing cover work on Clive Barker’s Next Testament and was recently nominated for a Spectrum 21 award, approach RoboCop with a sense of surrealism. Alex Murphy’s story is one of identity, with competing allegiances battling themselves inside a mind that is part man and part machine. Goni’s approach illustrates that internal struggle with a startling visual imagination, as the above cover makes clear. As the series continues you will see Murphy and Anne Lewis’ battles, both internal and external, turned into beautiful masterpieces by this distinct talent.