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All stories are deeply entrenched in the beliefs, values, worldview, and historical placement of the author. An obvious fact for us all I think, but one that comes up with particularly apparent stamps when you look at folklore, myth, and other older stories that this podcast finds a home with. In our current timeline, we are in the midst of a great “waking up” and calling out of racial injustice in the United States (see my last blog post for more information and resources) which has always been there unless you were able to turn a blind eye. 

Right now we have a choice: speak up and support justice or stay silent and choose oppression. While the actions against George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Arbery are the most discussed as beginning the protests, there are countless other lives that have been lost due to the underlying racism in the United States from systematic white supremacy which our country was founded on. It is our responsibility as a people (especially white people and people with privilege we may not even realize we have) to unlearn those racist values and beliefs.

The scene: Wendy Darling and Peter Pan in the nursery with Peter explaining how fairies come into being: the laughter of a newborn child. When Wendy questions why there isn’t a fairy for each child Peter says, “Children know such a lot now. Soon they don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.” (Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie)

Originally posted over at the Daughters of Darkness blog for #virtualdodfest It would be a romantic notion to think that with the current situation at hand, we are all finding ways to appreciate the small stuff and persevere through the hardships despite it all. It would be quaint to think This Too Shall Pass and reflect that we will all go about our normal lives after this has all blown over. Quaint and romantic though it would be, I don’t see it happening. That is not to say that everything will turn into a dystopian hellscape where our only chance...