On Doing Better...
One of the great joys of Fantasy novels is the opportunity to experience the way characters evolve and grow, and to see that process demonstrated through the choices they make. The characters we love best are those whose sense of personal responsibility expands ever outward as they recognize their own power to effect change in the world – to aid someone in distress, to right wrongs.
We love this journey, in part, because it reflects our best hopes for ourselves. Most of us know that too often we narrow our own sense of responsibility, rationalizing that we are limited in what we can or even should do in our lives to help others when they need us. We call it being realistic or practical. Usually, it is an excuse for cowardice.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the limits of my own sense of responsibility in the context of my reflections on a moment where I failed to act when I should have.
As some of you reading this already know, in 2009 I hosted a JABberwocky dinner at a World Fantasy Convention in San Jose. At that dinner, a friend and valued colleague, Janci Patterson, was subjected to unwanted and unacceptable behavior by another guest at that dinner, which made her deeply uncomfortable.
I did nothing but watch as one of my authors made comments that made her feel awful at an event that I put on.
I wish I could precisely reconstruct my thinking on that night. Why didn’t I intervene? It wasn’t that I couldn’t empathize. From early in life I had plenty of personal experience -- the harshness of middle school or the awkward high school parties -- with the pain and discomfort that can be caused by other people’s bad behavior.
On that night in San Jose I should have known how wrong this thing I was witnessing was. And yet I did nothing to stop it.
I have no clear answer for why I made that bad choice except to say that somehow I determined it was not my responsibility.
And, in doing so, I failed a crucial test.
I have apologized to Janci for my failure. But no apology is sufficient unless it is coupled with an honest effort to change.
So that is what I am committing to in writing this. I have made a promise to myself and to any who read this that I will expand my sense of responsibility, as I hope we have all learned to do over the past year or two.
I don’t expect that doing so will be easy. But that is what taking responsibility means and that is what I pledge myself to do. It is part of what I believe I owe to Janci and, as importantly, to myself in my own efforts to be the kind of person I wish to be.
What you're describing is called the Distribitution of responsibility, a socopsychological phenomen where people assume that the responsibility is not theirs when there are other people in the room that could take action. The first case of this phenomen was when a woman lost her life after an assault in public, where the author, seeing none intervened, came back to the scene of the crime to finish his victim for good. It's horrible to think humans decisions and the lack of it take even darker turns in experiments like the Stanford Experiment. The lucifer effect as Zimbardo called it... I say it's our true nature; he was just embarrased (it's more probable that he didn't care) to accept how he let his subjects suffer. My hopelessly hopeful (or hopefully hopeless, was it?!) nature will inevitebility lead me to say "It's not okay, humans make mistakes, we're not perfect white sheets with no stains on them, we're all made of mud, that is why we can't see the dirt on us... oh, that took a dark turn! No, I wanted to say we're barely good, barely evil, merely human. With that said and done, I should probably open a blog too. Writing something I'm passionate about to people who may never read it or to an nonexistant audience that refuses to accept me for the genius that I am, feels like an oddly good fit for a passion. That was it for my misplaced ego of a rockstar, I'm back to my routine of trying to get published after contemplating about all the things that I could have been but I am not. (Disclaimer: That sounded hopeless just because this platform doesn't allow emojis.) If you ever happen to read this, you don't have to worry Blimblog, I won't submit my manuscript to you, I'm afraid I embarrased myself too much for that. (Again! Emojis!) Ahh, those charming yellow characters - tech worlds innovative represantation of the human's inability to use words to express their own emotions, aren't they charming! God, wish I was drunk for this. It's fine, I'm still cute.
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