One thing my parents got right, for which I remain grateful,
was that they explicitly taught me and my siblings that a person’s worth has nothing
to do with skin color or ancestral origin. This mattered. When I was a kid, in
the 70s and 80s, the people of my town were almost entirely white. To her credit,
my mother encouraged me to befriend the new non-white kids whose families moved
into the area in a trickle, without mentioning anything about their not being
white. In hindsight, now as a father, I see what she did.
The one African-American boy I knew, James, was like my
other friends in the 80s. He liked fantasy, sci-fi, and games. When Warhammer Fantasy
Roleplay came out in 1986, James and I started a Warhammer game. He made a
character. When I asked him to describe the character, he said, “He looks like
me.” I asked him what he meant, and he said “black.”
I paused. Two irrelevant and stupid hangups came to mind. First, I usually encouraged players to take
characters that were not transparent alter-egos of their real selves. This made
it less painful when they got invested in a character who then died in the
game. I foolishly thought that his playing a black character would be too close to his real self, whereas I never thought that about my white players. Second, as a teen, I was interested in “authenticity.” The Warhammer Fantasy
Roleplay game was set in an alternate world in a place reminiscent of
sixteenth-century Germany. The game was illustrated luxuriously with vivid,
wicked, baroque black-and-white images of a “grim world of perilous adventure”
that was unmistakably European. I told James that there were probably very few
black people in the main setting of this game. He insisted that his character was black, and I foolishly
argued with him about “getting the setting right.”
A few years before, when we became friends, James had
confided in me about the outright persecution he and his family had experienced
in his previous home. People had treated him with horrifying racist hostility.
Once, someone even had thrown a brick at him. I remember feeling confused grief
about it when he told me. I had blinked back tears just hearing about it. I couldn’t
believe it, and it made no sense to me, but James wasn’t making it up. It was
real.
With these experiences, James absolutely did not need to hear me
tell him how his Warhammer character would stand out too much in a fantasy version of late medieval
Germany. James was living this already. After a minute or two, I realized that what I was
saying was wrong and I felt bad because of what it must have meant to him. I said, “Okay, James. Your character
can look like whatever you want.” But I had dampened the spirit of character
creation by arguing with him about his character’s skin color. The game didn’t
go far.
In hindsight, I see not just how insensitive, but how stupid
my argument was. The world of Warhammer is full of bizarre creatures that have
nothing to do with sixteenth-century Germany. The characters can travel to
distant lands and participate in fantastic events bearing no “European”
character. My effort to capture an “authentic” historical atmosphere was
misplaced. As a consequence, for the first time, my friend’s skin color had mattered overtly in our
relationship. I felt bad and he must have felt worse.
Fantasy game worlds do not have to replicate real-world racism
to be “authentic.” In a fantasy, authentic is whatever we say it is.
Decades later: my wife is making her first D&D character
so she can play with our kids. She leaves it unfinished. That night, as we are
going to bed, she says, “I’m not sure if my warrior should be female. I just
don’t know how I’m going to deal with the sexism in a medieval-style world. I
don’t want to have to prove myself constantly.”
This time, I gave a better answer. “Make your character
however you want,” I said. “This is a fantasy world. I have decided that women in
this world have equal status with men, generally. Anyway, sexism is not fun.
The game is supposed to be fun. So don’t worry about that stuff. Your character
won’t encounter men in charge who question her status as a female warrior.
There are lots of female warriors like her.”
My wife smiled, nodded, and looked me in the eye. “Yes. Sexism
is not fun.” She took on the role of her woman warrior with gusto.
Imagining a fantasy that mirrors real-world racism and sexism might be
fun, if your players find that fun. But do they? If there are monsters and aliens to contend with in your
game, you have already left “authentic” behind. There will be plenty of imaginary social
conflicts in your game, but you lose nothing in creating a fantasy world in
which racism and sexism do not mirror the painful problems that real-world
players experience all the time. After all, your imagination exists in the real
world.
Your imagination can welcome players or turn them away. Ultimately,
inclusive game worlds make the hobby more fun for more people.
Some game groups like to explore that kind of real life problems. Others not. That is a reason for having some words previous to the start of the campaign; check if everyone is on the same page and what do everyone expects from the game.
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