But that doesn't mean that if I write a book that contains horribly racist stereotypes, for example, that it's not racist unless I wrote the book with racist intentions. It's still racist regardless.
I agree. I once came across a kid's book in a German library that meets the criteria. It was written by Herge, author of the famous Tintin comics, and was also a comic. It depicted three white children who somehow landed in Africa, where they are attcked and captured by a tribe of stereotypical primitive African guys: grass skirts, bulbous red lips, war-paint, bones in their hair, spears, et al. They are locked in a grass hut and fed till they get fat; the African warriors muttering things about fat-fat-fat, to show that they are going to eat the kids when they get fat enough.
When they are fat, they are taken outside and tied to a coconut tree, while a fire is lit and the Africans dance around the fire waving spears. There''s a big cauldron on the fire.
Just as they are about to drag the kids to the fire, however, a tribe of monkeys start pelting the cannibals with coconuts and free the kids. They run to the ocean, and there a big machine-thingee emergess and starts shooting magical rays at the cannibals. The cannibals believe irt is magic and bow down and start worshipping the kids.
My son borrowed this book from the library and I was horrified; and I am not easily offended, as I said before. But your worst African stereotype was in there, and having known how this affected me as a child I didn't want this stuff circulated in Germany. I complained to the library and they pulled the book, but noit without saying it was just harmless fun.
Harmless! For years, as a child, I truly believed that Africa was filled with people in grass skirts dancing around fires, because that was the stereotype passed around at the time.
When I went to England at the age of 10, on my way to boarding school, there was a bunch of us new girls in a taxi, telling each other where we came from. There was a white girl names Angela R. who said: I'm from Uganda, that's in Africa. And I was flabbergasted. I truly had no idea that there were white people in Africa at all; I thought of it as a primitive place where everyone lived in mud huts.
That's the only time I can truly say I was offended by a book.
Now, I'm sure that Herge didn't intend to insult Africans (I prefer the word insult to offend, actually) and I'm not even going to say that he's racist. But that book -- it made me shudder. Thank goodness it's out of print.
By the way, they actualy gave me the book -- I still have it, somewhere!
Something like that would never be published in English today, and it's now out of print in German.
Here's the cover of it.