Friday, February 21, 2014

The Outing of Zathlazip and the Hounding of William Sanders

This is the almost-final-draft of a section from a book about social justice warriors, identitarianism, and mobbing. For more information and links to other chapters, see How to Make a Social Justice Warrior.

• The WisCon Troll
• The Powwow Dancer vs. the People of Privilege

• The WisCon Troll

In May, 2008, a young woman known as Zathlazip posted “WisCon, the Feminist Sci-Fi Convention: A journey of self-hate” at Something Awful, a web site that does its best to live up to its name.

Her post began:

WisCon 32, the 32nd year of the “World’s Leading Feminist Science Fiction Convention,” is taking place this Memorial Day weekend in Madison, Wisconsin.

If you are unfamiliar with this con, it is like any other sci-fi con, except that well over half of the attendees are female, about a third of the panels are political, there is no gaming, and absolutely everybody is a huge bitch.

This is my second year attending WisCon. I go because I love this. I remember how much I hate my fellow women, and then I go the whole rest of the year thankful that normal life is never this horrible.

The text continued in that tone. The photos targeted the fattest attendees. Though Zathlazip obscured faces and didn’t use last names, it was easy for WisConners to recognize themselves and their friends.

The only thing I can say in Zathlazip’s defense is she probably didn’t expect WisConners to visit Something Awful. It’s a site for self-styled goons who will do almost anything online for the lulz.

But a WisConner found the post. It was an intersectional moment of feces and fan. The flames leaped from blog to blog.

Then Liz Henry, on her Badgerbag LJ, revealed Zathlazip’s LJ user name and legal name. In the comments, Henry said, “It was like 30 seconds of googling for me to find her real name.”

And social justice fandom sought revenge.

Someone left an anonymous comment at Something Awful telling Zathlazip her legal name was known. If the WisCon post was not down in a day, her boss at the university would be told she had violated school policies on sexual harassment. How a woman mocking male and female fans is sexual harassment, no one explained, but the point’s moot. Zathlazip immediately asked Something Awful’s moderators to remove her post, and, as a goon at Something Awful put it: “the White Knight Action Patrol immediately swooped into action and deleted all traces of the thread.”

But anyone who thinks that would end things does not understand social mob justice.

Zathlazip got anonymous emails promising to make her unemployable.

People called and emailed her bosses in the hope of getting her fired.

According to Pyratejenni on journalfen, people wrote public posts about Zathlazip that have since been deleted or made private about “how they would hurt/STAB her if they saw her on the street.”

A google-bombing was launched. More blogs than I care to count made posts outing Zathlazip so anyone who googles her legal name will learn what she did and how thoroughly she’s hated.

And someone snuck into her office to leave a threat scrawled on a page from WisCon’s program book.

Zathlazip was terrified. She told the Madison Police Department about “vague threats” and the University of Wisconsin Police Department about the note in her office. She apologized on her LJ for what she had done and warned that if she got more emailed threats, she would record the ISP numbers.

But the WisConners rejected her apology. K. Tempest Bradford said if Zathlazip “feels scared, hurt, embattled, and like she can’t walk down the street without someone having something nasty to say about her, all I can say is: good. ... you know that feeling in the gut you get when you’re anxious and upset and freaked out? I hope she feels that every day for a year. It still wouldn’t be enough.”

Pyratejenni may have been the only member of the community who denounced the outing. She noted that “the unspoken rule of fandom was ‘What happens in fandom, stays in fandom’” and that there was “nada about this behavior from fen normally so worried about community standards, like Coffeeandink. So it’s okay now to post people’s real names and similar information, as long as they do something that really, really pisses you off.”

A few WisConners found affirming ways to respond. Perhaps the best was Purplefrog26 at the Fatshionista LJ, who posted a picture of herself dancing, her face proudly visible, with the comment, “I’m not sure what this person’s objective was in posting these pathetic attempts at humor. But I know that they did not change my commitment to living my life joyfully and abundantly. And I prefer pictures to include my face.”

The saddest responses came from social justice warriors who denied their side could have had anything to do with terrorizing Zathlazip and suggested Something Awful’s goons must be attacking her. As Liz Henry put it, “If that is true she’s being threatened, it might just as well be from the site she originally posted on. She is being mocked on a related site by members of her own community.”

It’s true some goons mocked Zathlazip for caving in to the threats. But the notion that a goon would drive to the WisCon hotel, find a program, write a threat on it, and risk being caught putting it in Zathlazip’s office purely “for the lulz” calls for Occam to shave with a very rusty razor. That’s not lulz—that’s work. The goons’ lulz came from teasing WisConners by making rudely accurate comments on their boards like, “Several other attendees are also currently in the market for a lawyer, in order to sue the entire internets for laughing at them. As if they weren’t already hypocritical enough, the only persons who committed any actual crimes are the fatties.”

Few WisConners mention terrorizing Zathlazip when they talk about the WisCon Troll. Most who do say she deserved it. Groups with a shared worldview forgive their members’ worst deeds when the motive is to protect the group. If you think in terms of institutional behavior, that ensures the group will be defended in similar ways in the future.

When I first wrote about mobbing Zathlazip, Liz Henry was bothered by my choice of “mobbing.” She asked, “In theory, people can think and act for themselves, yet mobilize to act together politically, right?”

I answered, “Yes. And yet, mobbing is rarely an instantaneous uprising of a group. First influential members of the community make cries of outrage. Then the mob acts on the outrage. In the various fails centering around WisCon, the pattern is consistent. All you have to do is check the timestamps and see how many readers a poster has.”

Mobbing has more consequences than mobs know. As noted in “Warning: Mobbing is Legal, Work with Caution” by Jody E. Housker, Ph.D., NCC, LPC and Stephen G. Saiz, Ed.D., NCC, LPC, ACS:

...the target may find that he/she is less productive, creative, and self questioning. Mobbing can leave the target’s life in turmoil (Glass, 1999), feeling embarrassed, frustrated and untrusting. Symptoms may include crying, sleep difficulties, lack of concentration, high blood pressure, gastrointestinal problems, excessive weight loss or gain, depression, alcohol or drug abuse, avoidance of the workplace, and/or uncharacteristic fearfulness (Namie & Namie, 2000; Davenport, Schwartz and Elliot, 1999). For some the degree of symptoms may become severe and include severe depression, panic attacks, heart attack, other severe illnesses, accidents, suicide attempts, violence directed at third parties and symptoms of PTSD (Namie & Namie, 2000; Davenport, Schwartz and Elliot, 1999). These symptoms may lead the target to feel who they are as a person is being stripped away.

As emotional and psychological changes take place often physical difficulties follow. Those mobbed have been found to experience reduced immunity to infection, heart attacks as well as numerous other health problems (Davenport, Schwartz and Elliot, 1999). According to Leymann (n.d.) roughly ten to twenty percent of those mobbed in his study seemed to contract a serious illnesses or committed suicide.

Changes take place in relationships inside and outside of work. When the target fails to “bounce back” from the impact of being mobbed, family and friends may begin to abandon the target (Namie & Namie, 2000). According to Westhues (2002) “Not infrequently, mobbing spelled the end of the target’s career, marriage, health, and livelihood.”

All of the psychological, physical and relationships changes will likely lead to financial difficulties. Paid time off from work, doctor appointments, therapy, as well as medications may be required.

And from The Mobbing Portal’s Glossary of Terms:

Heinz Leymann ... analyzed the impact of mobbing on the target’s psychological well-being and found severe anxiety reactions of either obsession or depression. Leymann defines obsession as the”opposite of depression” where instead of”pathological inactivity” the individual experiences”over-activity and dependency” as a consequence mobbing (Leymann 1992). Just like depressive symptoms, obsessive symptoms can become chronic after a prolonged period of abuse. Permanent personality changes that Leymann noted includes the following:”a hostile suspicious attitude toward the surroundings, a chronic feeling of nervousness that one is in constant danger, compulsory fixation on one’s own fate to a degree that exceeds the limit of tolerance of people in one’s surroundings (leading to isolation and loneliness), and hypersensitivity with respect to injustices and a constant identification with the suffering of others in an almost compulsory manner” (Leymann 1992).

Even the fear of being mobbed can be devastating. Megan Meier killed herself after getting a message saying, “Everybody in O’Fallon knows how you are. You are a bad person and everybody hates you. Have a shitty rest of your life.”

Liz Henry may be the only person who publicly regretted outing Zathlazip. In The WisCon Chronicles 3, she wrote:

I have personally apologized to Zathlazip for participating in the outing of her various identities...

Many WisCon people refer to the incident as “The WisCon Troll.” This demonstrates at least two major problems. The first is that it conflates all the events and posts and the harm all of them may have caused, with Zathlazip’s original offensive mockery. The other problem is this: a person who is obnoxious on the Internet is still a person, not a Troll. In particular I am thinking of a fellow WisCon member declaring “I want them (the SASS trolls, Zathlazip, and SA members alike) to lose their jobs, their homes, their families; they aren’t even human beings. I want them hurt.” Others continue to make similar statements. The level of damage to Zathlazip that some people call for is not in keeping with the level of damage that was caused by the whole constellation of events, let alone the level of damage that she herself caused. The WisCon community was damaged by a complicated culture clash resulting from the initial actions of Zathlazip, but we don’t believe that participating in the practice of dehumanizing others will do the community any good. Much of the language around The Troll is perturbing. As feminists we profess to care for all women and all people. When we exclude Zathlazip from the category of person, we are doing something wrong.

Studies of mobbing focus on the mobbed, but if you care about a community that mobs, remember that mobbing damages mobbers as well. Five years after the Salem witch hunts, jurors signed an apology saying, “…we also pray that we may be considered candidly and aright by the living sufferers as being then under the power of a strong and general delusion, utterly unacquainted with and not experienced in matters of that nature.”

If ever we understand that “strong and general delusion”, witch hunts will end.


In “Internet famous, real-world notorious”, Zathlazip points out the warriors’ double standard: “Many of these people want to be both invisible and visible at the same time. They claim they want what they have to say heard, but then they are extremely vindictive for being exposed by someone who doesn’t subscribe to it. They want their names/photos private — which, at the time, I thought I was respecting — but then as a group they condone harassment of me by my full name and job, and many of them condoned violence against me.”

When I first wrote about this, I used her legal name because the WisConners had made it public knowledge. But after thinking about whether justice should punish or heal, I followed Liz Henry’s example and removed her legal name from my blog. If more WisConners do the same, Google’s connection of Zathlazip’s legal name to the WisCon Troll will fade. For those who value pseudonymity, it would be a recommitment to their principles. Pyratejenni was right. What happens under a pseudonym should stay under a pseudonym.

• The Powwow Dancer vs. the People of Privilege

“But why so little published fiction by real Indians—a people, after all, with a wonderfully rich storytelling tradition? One little-recognized problem lies in what might be called the expectation barrier. White America has certain definite ideas as to what it wants to hear from Indians—at least the publishing industry thinks so, and for once it is probably right—and the Indian writer whose work fails to fit the accepted template can expect a lot of frustration.” —William Sanders, reviewing Sherman Alexie’s Reservation Blues

“You have to remember, the SF writing community is mostly a lot of very nice people who have led very sheltered lives. They’re very easily shocked. It’s always amazed me that so many of these people who write all this stuff about strange worlds and fantastic adventures are such conventional, boring types in person. As Ajay Budrys once said to me, ‘They are a cautious and conservative lot, these probers on Man’s ultimate frontier. A trail of sheep shit marks their passing.’” —William Sanders, in an interview in Chronicle

In 1991, I saw a biplane with a Confederate flag on the cover of a paperback novel, The Wild Blue and the Grey. The back copy said it was about a Cherokee pilot in an alternate Earth’s world war. I bought the book knowing nothing about the author, but I knew I liked the way his mind worked. Whenever anyone asks me about Civil War alternate universe stories, my short list of recommendations includes William Sanders.

I began reading less fantasy and science fiction around then, so I didn’t follow his career closely. When I did read something of his, I was impressed. One of the few unique visions in a genre filled with generic tales is his Sidewise Award-winning “The Undiscovered,” a sad and funny short story about Shakespeare living among the Cherokee. You would think that anyone in the field who values diversity would make William Sanders one of their poster kids. He’s Cherokee and a damn fine writer. What more could they want?

Too many of them want someone with middle-class manners who shares their identitarian beliefs. Sanders, a self-described “redbone hillbilly” from Arkansas who served in Vietnam, has no time for ideologues.

In 2006, he started an on-line magazine called Helix SF. The first issue included Janis Ian’s “Mahmoud’s Wives,” a feminist story that was very critical of its titular muslim character. In Ian’s online forum, Sanders wrote:

There have been a number of complaints and criticisms of that story. Not, as you might think, from enraged Islamist types (we’ve been rather disappointed, actually; we were hoping for at least one little old fatwa) but from whining super-PC types in this country.

Believe it or not, we even got a letter from one nitwit who said she should have named the characters Doug and Griselda. “Doug’s Wives” would have been more Politically Correct, you see.

When you annoy people like that, you know you must be doing something right.

Take no prisoners!

That’s a fine example of his online style: he took no prisoners. He expressed himself bluntly and honestly and expected to get as good as he gave. He made many enemies, and I’m sorry to say I let myself become one over something I can’t even remember today.

Helix SF developed a reputation for solid stories from a diverse group of writers. Sanders helped the budding careers of writers like N. K. Jemisin and Yoon Ha Lee. When he noticed he had acquired a lot of stories from women, he published an all-female issue. The International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts (ICFA) invited him to be their Guest of Honor. He was on his way to becoming one of the field’s grand old men.

But his redbone hillbilly ways didn’t just ruffle the feathers of people who expected everyone to practice white middle-class etiquette. He set feathers on fire and laughed when people got huffy.

I’ll say as little as I can about the next part of the story because too many writers set scenes like magicians controlling what the audience sees. I’ll only offer three things to prepare you:

In July of 2008, feelings about the war in the Middle East were strong, and many Muslims suffered for what a handful of Islamists had done.

Social justice fandom had just outed Zathlazip.

Coffeeandink was calling for a boycott of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction because they published Dave Truesdale, a conservative.

Since I’m trying to present this in the way the internet received it, you may be temped to assume one of two things, depending on whether you hate Muslims or hate bigotry. Either will be wrong.

Sanders returned a Helix submission from Luke Jackson with a personal note. Jackson then committed one of publishing’s deadly sins: he made the rejection letter public. It’s now available on many sites, so I’ll share it. Sanders wrote:

No, I’m sorry but I can’t use this.

There’s much to like. I’m impressed by your knowledge of the Q’uran and Islamic traditions. (Having spent a couple of years in the Middle East, I know something about these things.) You did a good job of exploring the worm-brained mentality of those people—at the end we still don’t really understand it, but then no one from the civilized world ever can—and I was pleased to see that you didn’t engage in the typical error of trying to make this evil bastard sympathetic, or give him human qualities.

However, as I say, I can’t use it. Because Helix is a speculative fiction magazine, and this isn’t speculative fiction.

Oh, you’ve tacked on some near-future elements at the end, but the future stuff isn’t in any way necessary to the story; it isn’t even connected with it in any causal way. True, the narrator seems to be saying that it was this incident which caused him to take up the jihad, but he’s being mendacious (like all his kind, he’s incapable of honesty); he was headed in that direction from the start, and if it hadn’t been the encounter with the stripper it would have been something else.

Now if it could be shown that something in this incident showed him HOW the West could be overthrown, then perhaps the story would qualify as SF. That might have been interesting. As it is, though, no connection is shown and in fact we are never told just how this conquest—a highly improbable event, to say the least—came about.

There are some other problems with the story, but there’s no point in going into them, because they don’t really matter from my viewpoint. It’s not speculative fiction and I can’t use it in my magazine.

And I don’t think you’re going to sell it to any other genre magazine, for that reason—though you’d have a hard time anyway; most of the SF magazines are very leery of publishing anything that might offend the sheet heads. I think you might have a better chance with some non-genre publication. But I could be wrong.

Sorry.

The letter sparked flames across scifi’s electronic turf. The left side of fandom denounced Sanders as racist. Some Islamophobes thought he was simply telling the truth about Muslims or Middle Easterners or both. Sanders, Lawrence Watt-Evans, and a few others said a third interpretation was meant. At the site where Jackson posted the letter, Sanders left this comment:

Son, hasn’t anybody ever told you that public posting of a private email message is contrary to the rules both of accepted internet practice and common courtesy?

I do appreciate your efforts to be fair—certainly far more so than most of the other people in this ward, ah, group—but the fact remains that you’ve done something both socially and professionally unacceptable in posting it at all. So if you had any idea of submitting anything else to Helix, forget it. I won’t work with people who pull this kind of shit.

I suppose this is what I get for trying to be a nice guy, and give you a little encouragement rather than the standard thanks-but-no-thanks form rejection. Silly me.

(I notice, too, the presence in the lynch mob of another person I’ve tried to help, and to whom I thought I’d been particularly kind. No good deed, etc.)

Of course none of these people have read the story, and so they fail to grasp the context—that I was talking not about Muslims, or Arabs, or Oompa Loompas or any other religious or ethnic group, but about terrorists and violent extremists. (That being, after all, what your story was about.)

But I don’t feel any need to defend myself, or Helix, to these people; indeed I doubt that there’s anybody outside their little Mutual Masturbation Society who gives a damn what they think about anything at all.

They are cordially invited to have intercourse with their precious selves. I’m sure most of them could use the practice.

As the flames burned hotter, Jackson defended Sanders:

There is a truly despicable Muslim character in my story. Sorry, world. Maybe I was playing into prejudices. Sanders was talking about that character, so it wasn’t an out-of-the-blue rant, it was targeted to the content of my story. In context, his comments were directed at MY character and those types of extremists. People are taking it out of context and interpreting it too broadly if they think that Sanders was referring to all Arabs or all Muslims. I’m sure that if my character was a Timothy McVeigh-like extremist, Sanders would have used different but equally scornful language. The extremism of MY character is what drew his ire, and so if there is any blame it’s MY blame.

But third options are always rejected by people who live in black and white worlds. Nick Mamatas wrote a post to prove that what he inferred must be what Sanders had implied, and others, including Patrick Nielsen Hayden, agreed with him.

And, to my shame, so did I. In a comment at Making Light, I wrote:

The Cherokee do have a problem with racism. They were slave traders. A Cherokee chief, Stand Watie, was the last Confederate general to surrender. More recently, the Cherokee voted to exclude the descendants of their black slaves from the tribe (and the tribe’s gambling wealth), even though many of those people were culturally Cherokee, living the life and speaking the language.

On the other hand, Sanders is just a racist.*

In the modern sense that race equals ethnicity.

I don’t remember writing anything else about the case at the time. It didn’t interest me. I couldn’t know that it would be the Mexican-American War to Racefail 09’s Civil War.

Like everyone who played more-literary-than-thou with Sander’s hasty note, I assumed he was a racist because I ran the text through my assumptions. No one can be more wrong than smart people who think they read subtext infallibly—they’re the literary world’s equivalent of fundamentalists who see Satan’s hand guiding the pen of nonbelievers.

Perhaps the greatest flaw in Mamatas’s explication de texte was treating the text like a polished document, so he obsessed over agreement and ignored context. To be fair to him, he didn’t have the full context. Like everyone else, he only had the note, and he fancied himself the Racistfinder General. But it’s also true that Mamatas, then editor of Clarkesworld, was hardly an unbiased interpreter. As Sanders notes in “Conversations With A Mean Old Bastard”, Helix had been nominated for a Hugo and Clarkesworld had not, so the “poor fucker probably was wild with jealousy.”

In another popular denunciation of Sanders, Tobias Buckell wrote:

...the various stages of calling someone with a prejudice or racist belief or action out are very similar to the Kubler-Ross model of catastrophic loss.

Denial: * Example—”I feel fine.”; “This can’t be happening.”

Anger: * Example—”Why me? It’s not fair!” “NO! NO! How can you accept this!”

Bargaining: * Example—”Just let me live to see my children graduate.”; “I’ll do anything, can’t you stretch it out? A few more years.”

Depression: * Example—”I’m so sad, why bother with anything?”; “I’m going to die . . . What’s the point?”

Acceptance: * Example—”It’s going to be OK.”; “I can’t fight it, I may as well prepare for it.”

Buckell’s right that some people accept the worldview of those who abuse them—the FBI concluded that 27% of hostages show some degree of Stockholm Syndrome. But for people who have a worldview that’s incompatible with Critical Race Theory, these are the more common stages:

Denial: “WTF?”

Amusement: “Are these people really that crazy?”

Bargaining: “Okay, they are that crazy, but we got along in the past. Let’s try to get along again, okay?”

Anger: “Keep your crazy cult beliefs to yourself!”

Rejection: “Fuck. This. Shit. I’m gone.”

Sanders raced through those five steps with the warriors baying at his heels. First he wrote:

Certain people, in response or sympathy to the things being said about me, have requested that their stories be deleted from the Helix archives.

Wait, wait; this was originally MY suggestion. One person, whose excellent work had graced the pages of Helix on two occasions, had voiced such strong sentiments that I wrote to her and, among other things, offered to delete her stories from the archives if she felt that way about it. She replied at first in the negative, but later changed her mind; but anyway, I want to make it clear that this began as an offer that I made.

I made it to only that one person, and I confess it did not occur to me that anyone else would make a similar request; but a couple more did.** Their requests have been honored as well.

But I have been informed that there are other Helix authors who are also participating in the slagfest, in private venues; and perhaps there are others as well who while not openly falling in with the lynch mob, still share the basic sentiment.

So I would like to publicly announce that if there is ANYBODY who wants his/her/etc. story removed from the Helix archives as well, a written (emailed) request to me—not Lawrence, not Melanie—will be honored.

(That is speaking strictly of archived stories. Anything in the current issue will stay there, as per contract, for the duration of the quarter.)

But it’s not fair for Melanie to have to keep fucking with this; she’s already had a hell of a lot of extra work handed her because of it. So this offer is not going to remain open indefinitely. Speak up within a reasonable time—such time to be determined entirely by my caprice; tough shit if you don’t like it—or forever shut your pie-hole.

I should add that if anyone feels strongly enough to want to return the money they were paid, we will not accept it; I suggest donating it to Obama’s campaign instead. However, so far nobody has made any such offer, and I don’t seriously expect it.

PLEASE SPREAD THIS AROUND. For this one occasion, everyone—that includes the lurkers too—has my formal permission to quote the entire text of this message, starting with the 5th paragraph above. (Preceding text being of no relevancy or interest outside this ng.) In fact I’d appreciate it. I want the word out.

What I don’t want is some damn fool coming around a month from now with “I didn’t know! Nobody told me!”

So if you agree with the Sanders Whiners, you’ll be doing your cause a service by getting this out. And if you don’t, then you’ll be doing US a service by helping speed the process so Melanie can put all this extra work behind her.

The certain person was N. K. Jemisin. Yoon Ha Lee also took up the offer, and Sanders told her:

Certainly I would not want to continue to publish a story against the author’s wishes, especially a story like this one that never did make any sense and that I only accepted because I thought it might please those who admire your work, and also because (notorious bigot that I am) I was trying to get more work by non-Caucasian writers.

And there were more flames. “Non-Caucasian” was deemed racist even though it was used by a man no one could mistake for Caucasian.

When Jemisin’s, Lee’s, and Margaret Ronald’s stories were removed, Sanders put this notice on the web pages where they had been: “Story deleted at author’s pantiwadulous request.”

That joke was deemed sexist, perhaps because feminists are not supposed to wear panties. Maybe it’s an expression that social justice fandom doesn’t know—Sarah Palin once told Chris Christie not to get his panties in a wad, and no one attacked her for being sexist.

Soon after that, Sanders wrote:

Why should you have to do all this extra work for nothing, just so some silly people can make a big grandstand play to impress their bloggy pals with the Correctness of their convictions?

I am hereby making a change to the aforestated offer. Effective as of now, any Helix contributor who wants his/her work deleted from the archives will have to pay for the privilege. Specifically, it’ll cost you forty bucks, payable to Melanie.

Though Sanders had said the offer to take stories down would not remain open indefinitely, that created the next uproar as people quibbled over the principle and the price. Sanders then canceled the chance to pay to have a story removed:

All right, that’s it. It’s been long enough; there’s been ample opportunity for anyone else who felt soiled by the contact with Helix to step up and speak up and pay up.

I don’t believe there are going to be any others (the imposition of cash charges seems to have had a distinctly damping effect) but if there are, tough shit. You had your chance and you didn’t take it.

That fall, Sanders shut down Helix. Sometime later, he wrote “Conversations With A Mean Old Bastard.” I recommend reading it all, but for people in a hurry, here are a few important questions it answers:

While social justice fandom was never far from their keyboards, Sanders was offline for days. What was he doing during this time and why was he so harsh to Yoon Ha Lee?

I’d been on a bike in the wind and the heat for days, and I hadn’t slept well the previous night. And worse than everything else put together, I’d visited my wife at the hospital in Norman, where she’d been for a year and a half, on my way home, and found out that her condition had taken a new and extremely disturbing turn for the worse. 

And here was this message by another Helix writer, wanting in on the offer I’d made to Nora; and a look down the list showed me a couple more—and at that point I blew up. Here I’d tried to give a special break to one of my favorite Helix authors, and it was turning into a fucking exodus! It was just too much. 

So, yes, I was pretty brutal in what I said to Yoon Ha Lee. Of course I didn’t mean what I said about her story, or my reasons for accepting it; I was just saying that stuff in order to hurt her feelings, because I was in a hell of a lot of pain myself and she’d pushed me over what little edge I had left. 

Yeah, I admit it, I was too rough on Yoon Ha Lee, and it’s unfair that she got the full blast for what four people had done. And I don’t offer the above as justification—but then I don’t feel any need to justify myself. I had nothing against Yoon Ha Lee, but she had, after all, asked for it. Not that there was anything rude or offensive in her message, but she’d chosen to side with the people who were giving me shit, and you know, when you go fucking with somebody you have to accept that there may be consequences. I’m a normal person; when you hit at me, I hit back, and if at all possible I’ll hit hard enough to discourage you from doing that again. 

(I said I was a Christian. I never claimed to be a good one. I used to feel bad about this until I realized that trying to be like Jesus was presumptuous.) 

There’s another thing, too—I was being attacked by a God-damned hysterical mob. I had all these dipshits coming at me from all over, screaming their hate; they’d been at it for a week or more and getting crazier all the time. When the wire is down and the Claymores have all been fired and your forward positions are being overrun, it’s time to go to full auto and blow the shit out of everything that comes at you. Yoon Ha Lee, or anybody else who chose to be part of that mob—or side with them—was, as far as I’m concerned, asking for it.

What did he mean by “sheet head”?

“Sheet head” is, of course, a rather crude play on “shithead.” Obviously it refers to people who are known (stereotypically, and incorrectly) for wearing textile head coverings—and indeed requiring their women to do so. Therefore it should be obvious that “sheet head” refers to a Muslim who is a shithead. More exactly, to a Muslim who acts like a shithead in the name of his religion.

Consider, for example, the young thugs who have assaulted non-Muslim women on the streets of European cities for dressing in ways they considered “immodest.” Obviously they were acting like shitheads; but “terrorist” would be too strong a term. Or the “religious police” of Iran and Saudi Arabia; no one would deny that they are shitheads of purest ray serene—well, no one but another shithead—but what they do isn’t what is usually meant by terrorism.

Or the gibbering whackjobs who demonstrated in the streets of Europe because of a few cartoons in a Danish newspaper; it would be a great exaggeration to call them terrorists, but they certainly were being shitheads.

Was the destruction of the Bamiyan Buddhas an act of terrorism? No, but it certainly was one of the most spectacularly shitheaded acts of the sheet heads.

So no, I never have used the term—which I’ve been using for years—to refer to Muslims in general, but I’ve never restricted it to terrorists alone, either. And never claimed that was what I meant in that email.

...Of course I’ve made derogatory remarks about certain Muslims, but then so has everybody, even other Muslims. And I’ve been known to make derogatory remarks about the Muslim religion, but that’s entirely different. Religions are fair game in my book—a religion is nothing but a set of opinions, after all, and what’s wrong with ridiculing somebody’s opinions? I’ve said plenty about Christianity, too, and I’m a Christian, even if I don’t always act like it. 

Which brings up another point: I also use the expression “Jeebus Nazi” to refer to Christians who behave like shitheads—the exact equivalent of “sheet heads”—and none of these PC geeks have ever complained about that.

Was his language racist?

Racist? Of all the stupid things people have said during this affair, that has got to be one of the stupidest, but it’s been one of the most pervasive. Some of these people have the God-damnedest ignorant-ass ideas...Muslims aren’t a race, for God’s sake. Islam includes believers from all the major races. 

Of course I realize that “race” is nowadays quite commonly used to refer to ethnic groups, but incorrectly so. “Race” simply refers to a set of genetically transmissible characteristics producing certain physical differences, distinctive but not enough so as to constitute a separate species. For example, the familiar “Baltimore” and “Bullock’s” orioles, formerly considered distinct species, are now classed merely as races of the Northern Oriole (Icterus galbula); likewise with the various races of the Northern Junco (Junco hyemalis) and so on. 

“Race” is a useful scientific term for classifying variations within an animal species—and people, in case you’ve forgotten, are animals. (Homo sapiens, a name devised in the days before blogs.) That some have used it for evil purposes doesn’t mean it has no validity. If we get rid of every word that some shithead has used for evil purposes, we’ll be reduced to gestures and grunts. Which in the case of some of the Blogtrotters would be an improvement, but—

...All the same, if any Muslims were offended, they never said anything to me about it, or to anybody I know. Not this time, not back in ‘06 when this first came up, not when we published Janis Ian’s “Mahmoud’s Wives”—not so much as an indignant email. All the shit that came our way was from PC Westerners. If that surprises you, you haven’t been paying attention.

Did this result in the closing of Helix?

Actually we decided when we first started out that we’d go for two years, which would have ended with the spring issue; but then it looked as if we had a shot at a Hugo nomination, so we decided to go ahead and finish out this year. 

Of course the Blogtrotters don’t believe that; they’re convinced that they brought down the Evil Empire with their hooting and turd-flinging. But I’d point out that earlier this year, before this shit started, I’d already announced that I was only going to take a very few more submissions, and that was why.

Several years before the incident Sanders calls “sheet storm”, he announced his retirement, then wrote at least three more stories. On his site’s bibliography, he says about a story written after his retirement, “I said I’d retired; I didn’t say I’d quit. This one insisted on being written.” Sometimes artists announce their retirement when they think they’re done, and then the muse returns. If not for social justice fandom’s sheetstorm, who knows what other stories might’ve insisted on being written? If editing Helix had continued to be fun, who knows whether he and his friends might’ve decided to keep it going?

Well, there’s never much point in playing “what if”, for all that it’s a literary game Sanders and I have loved. The social justice posse decided an old Indian wasn’t acting white enough for them, so William Sanders has ridden into the sunset.

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