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Reasons ‘Harry Potter’ Isn’t Sexist…

…despite the fact that its ‘three most powerful wizards are male’.

I’ve been away from the blogging keyboard for a while, so bear with me.

I recently read something on, if memory serves me, Tumblr, saying that ‘Scholars’ have said the Harry Potter series is sexist because its three most significant and/or powerful characters – Harry, Dumbledore, and Voldemort – are male.

Firstly, let me say that I haven’t read further into this, for two reasons: number one is that (as an English Literature graduate if nothing else) I would like to think that no ‘Scholar’ would be short-sighted enough to see the series like this; number two is that, as I’ll come to, I can’t imagine this is true.

Let me tell you why, for me at least, it can’t be. Some of the thought process is fairly basic, and some is perhaps not. As I’ve said, I’m out of practice, so this may not be the smoothest thing you read all evening.

Looking a little from the outside in, there’s this:

  • JK Rowling was, is, and will continue to be the very definition of a strong, independent woman (granted, I’m being a little presumptuous, but that’s the impression you get from every charming and level-headed interview she has ever given)
  • Why would a female author write an inherently sexist (specifically, anti-female or female-dispowering) series, anyway? As a piece of social commentary perhaps, but ‘Harry Potter’ reflects more on politics, power, and religion (or cultism) than anything else

Now, allow me to consider some other characters (mostly women, but also men), and why the idea of this three men-of-power situation isn’t what our ‘Scholars’ make it seem.

The great Molly Weasley is the most significant matriarch of the entire series (granted, Mrs Potter sacrificed her life for our protagonist) – not only is she in charge of the (enormous) family, but she is feared (but in a good way), and clearly must have some power; in fact, when she kills Bellatrix, we see just how powerful she can be when provoked, and there is nothing weak about that.

Speaking of Bellatrix, we have another great example of the powerful woman, and the absence of sexism in the ‘Harry Potter’ series. Granted, she may be a follower with a touch of the fearful and pathetic, but let’s not forget that she is also magically powerful. More significantly, she essentially props up Voldemort as his right-hand; even Lucius Malfoy, with all his arrogance, is weaker than she. She also willfully kills (being, essentially, the Voldemort in Neville Longbottom’s story) as a second’s thought; of course, all this really shows is evil and a disregard for life, but the same is seen in her leader and in him it is viewed as power, so why not her?

Moving on, another two female characters for now: Minerva McGonogall and the pink ice queen that is Dolores Umbridge. For the former, she props up her leader much like Bellatrix – she is a confidante and a peer; what are men, without women? She and Albus Dumbledore are equals, and she is his natural successor at the end of the series. Now, Umbridge is simply terrifying, and that largely covers it; if the series were sexist, she would never be as such, because the writing would never allow it. How can you oppress women if you ‘allow’ them to have voices, power, and presence? Yes, you’ve guessed the answer already: you can’t. And, in case anyone has forgotten, you shouldn’t.

For a moment, we should approach this from another angle; that is, not from ‘what about the women disproves sexism towards them?’ – rather ‘what about the men does the same?’

  • Rubeus Hagrid is lovable, but magically weak; if the matter in question is the power held by the three men we are considering, then Hagrid is the perfect example of emasculation; his magic alone is in ironic juxtaposition to his size and strength
  • The weak, unlikeable, or cowardly – Aberforth Dumbledore, Snape, even Ron Weasley – have to go through significant character development before their significance can be realised; Neville, too, lest we forget

The list could, I’m sure, go on, but I will take one final person: the brightest witch of her age. The conversation is about power and significance. For the first, then, I have already answered the charge: Hermione Granger is more intelligent than anyone else we encounter (remember, too, the days of the Time Turner), and she has greater magical power than all but a few others (Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle, both of whom – like Hermione – can cast spells without words, or wands). Not only that, but she is the balance for Ron and Harry; the organiser, the calmer, the sense, and, of course, the power. In many ways, she is more significant than Harry, and as intelligent as Albus. If anyone is proof of an absence of sexism in the ‘Harry Potter’ series, it is her.

And the last and perhaps most important thing to discuss is why it makes perfect sense for Harry, Albus and Tom to be the powerful character they are – yes, I’m not even denying that their power is existent, but it is not as two-dimensional as the ‘three boys were given big wands and strong minds – the girls can’t have that’ – and, more importantly, why it is essential that they be male. It’s the things that follow which made me question whether ‘Scholars’ really made the claims of sexism. So, I’m finishing with a flourish and my sights on the primary matters of power and gender (and what they do to connect these men); ‘I open at the close’, if you will.

The world of ‘Harry Potter’ may be be a fantasy, but it does not exist entirely outside of the spectrum of realities past and present – not politically, culturally, socially, or otherwise. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore may well be somewhere around 100 years old, so naturally he was born, educated, and employed in a time when his gender was the priority, with greater opportunities and the like. Naturally, then, he has had more chances to develop such impressive magical skill, more opportunity to reach a position of power; he is male, firstly, because it affords the reader an opportunity for a contextual realism in an otherwise fantastical world. Albus Dumbledore essentially must be male, for one more reason: Harry Potter is his generation’s James Potter – he is much like his father. While Mrs Weasley is his mother figure, Dumbledore is the father figure, and one which his character absolutely needs; indeed, he wants to idolise his father, and Albus (along with Sirius Black) provides a channel through which his love and admiration for a male figure can be directed.

Voldemort, like the only man he ever feared, has had a determination and education empowered by the times in which he grew up (he is around 70 years old at death), so it makes sense that he be male. His anger towards his father also supports the necessity that Dumbledore be male – he would not feel such anger and hatred towards a woman, because those feelings in young Tom were borne of a man. What’s more, the childishness and vitriol of his anger, his approach, and his general countenance (mostly as a child, though even up to the last moments of the series) would have none of their anti-charm if Voldemort were female; the immature and contrary nature does not suit a female character, who would be much more composed, pragmatic, and mature.

Now, to The Chosen One. He is the first-born son, and like our other leading men (who are also first-born sons), this immediately places him on a pedestal; more importantly, and like his nemesis, he is also an only child – the greater the parallels between them, the more significant their relationship, even if one of those parallels is an inherent sense of entitlement and arrogance. If we consider the notion of heroism, we have another reason that the protagonist must be male: being a hero is naturally connected to masculinity. While this might sound like sexism, it is not (strictly speaking) – it is simply archetypal. Much like Tom’s personality traits, too, Harry’s brashness and arrogance would have none of the realism in a much more level-headed female character – one like Hermione Granger. One last fleeting thought is this: the gender of the main character is, by and large, a coin flip, and with a female author in JK Rowling, we should perhaps dial down the cynicism.

So, to take a step back and look over this all, the series may well be named after the boy who lived, but it could just as easily have had some alternative monikers. Humour me:

  • ‘LILY POTTER and the SACRIFICE THAT STARTED IT ALL’ – featuring the woman who did not live
  • ‘MINERVA MCGONOGALL and the SCHOOL IN DANGER’ – featuring the headmaster with a reckless attitude
  • ‘GINNY WEASLEY and the BOY SHE STANDS BY’ – featuring the girl who gets into troubles
  • ‘LUNA LOVEGOOD and the KNOWLEDGE UNKNOWN’ – featuring the girl who is underestimated
  • ‘MOLLY WEASLEY and the MOTHERLY HEART’ – featuring the family that was never expected
  • ‘HERMIONE GRANGER and the BRIGHTEST MIND’ – featuring the boys who need their friend

This all, for me, is how I understand the notion of sexism in ‘Harry Potter’; really, it is how I come to understand why it is not there. ‘Scholars’ or not, we may never know.

Just remember, never wake a sleeping dragon.

 

 

 

 

 

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Pure Joy – A Haiku

To escape would be

just such a wonderful thing.

To escape; pure joy.

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Disillusioned – A Haiku

Disillusioned, yes,

With the world and work and life.

Amok and amiss.

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You, The Sensual Subject

You taste like every meal I have ever enjoyed;

you feel like cashmere, or wool, or silk.

You smell like flowers on the first day of spring;

you look like diamonds, like art, like the sun.

You sound like a symphony of the most wonderful composition;

are every, every, every sense.

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The Beautiful Liars

It is not necessary to speak the truth,

all of the time,

as long as the lies you tell are filled with love,

and the truths you tell are elegant.

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Bite – A Haiku

Ev’ry time you bite

your lip, when you smile, I feel,

feel it on my skin.

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Night Skies – A Haiku

Just one hand is all

I need, to count the stars which

shine bright above me.

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In a Heartbeat

Even if your heart

Does not beat

as everyone else’s does.

It still

beats.

Beautifully.

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Beaches

The sand between your toes should tell you more about yourself than you care to realise.

You may be worn away, but you are glistening, you are soft, you are beautiful.

Seventy percent of all we have and the sun which cares to glance upon us,

have all the love in the world for your grains; cannot help but touch.

So too, for everyone around us.

To have your sand between my toes; such a beautiful thing.

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Perfection – A Haiku

You are nowhere near,

not even close. Yet closer,

closer still than us.

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With Purpose – A Haiku

I’ve absolutely

no idea just what it is

that I’m doing here.

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Proud, No Matter – A Haiku

You are, as they say,

the absolute worst. But you,

you do it with pride.

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This Flower – Ode to a Sister

It is, i’m sure, not my job to hand you over to another.

It’s not my place to say, ‘absolutely; onward’.

But for some time I have watched you grow a little taller; watched you smile a little wider.

For some time I have heard you laugh a little louder; sing a little longer.

You, my darling, have always been a flower.

Some time ago, though, you were perhaps a little wilted.

Some time ago, more of your petals than we would care to mention were tinted black.

Some time ago, you were beautiful, and perfect, and absolutely ignorant to it all.

But now, not for now but forever, you are verdant.

For now you are flourishing, are growing, are alive.

You have dug your roots into the ground and, accidentally perhaps, tangled your roots with the other flowers in the garden.

They call that, I believe, a flower arrangement.

Whatever they call it, I believe, is surely not enough.

I have waited, much as you have, for you to catch the sun.

And here you are, my darling, leaning towards its light.

I would pick you every day, would that I could.

But, much like the pennies we pick up for luck, flowers are better given away.

It is, I’m sure, not my job to hand you over to another, beautiful as you are.

Happier though, I could not be, to see you planted alongside someone else.

For, two flowers have never looked so bright, so grand, so impressive, as you and yours do.

And so, we three, and all others who are lucky enough to watch your seasons come and go, today and forever,

will pour water, open windows, and shed light.

You do not need it of course, but we will.

It is, i’m sure, not my job to hand you over to another.

It’s not my place to say, ‘absolutely; onward’.

But no sense of pride, no enjoyment of colours and beauty, will ever quite reach today’s.

Because now you laugh a little louder; sing a little longer.

So, simply, ‘absolutely; onward’.

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You, Are

You are not as simple as you might think.

Not so one-dimensional.

You are not as plain as you believe.

Not so nondescript.

You are spirals, curves and scribbles.

You are growing, complicated, interesting.

You, my darling, are infinite.

You are whatever we are waiting for after every dot, dot, dot.

You, my darling, Are…

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Advice for Alice – A Haiku

My best advice, dear,

is: go down the rabbit hole.

Go, stay, adventure.

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My Dear

I remember walking into that room,

warm and comforting as it was.

I was but youth and simplicity. I was but calm.

To wear a smile is a wonderful thing;

to do so like a puppet whose emotion is naught but fiction is yet more so.

I was happy, indeed.

You were but aged soul and complication. A thing of beauty.

To feel an emotion unexpected is exciting;

the thing, the excitement, in that moment, is unexpected in itself.

I remember you being, oftentimes, quite dark; a little solemn.

Or, rather, a lot.

I remember it, certainly, when I walked into that room.

A beautiful dress remembering that you had always been a canvas;

hair so kept, so perfectly pinned;

your eyes as blue as ever, shining.

You were floating, suspended;

cold against the warmth of the room; warm, now, against the cold in your heart.

You, my dear, were always dark, indeed.

But there, floating, suspended –

there I had never seen you look so beautiful; hanging there.

Pearls, this time, not upon your neck; you were simply floating, hanging.

I remember walking into that room.

You had never looked so peaceful.

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Take Care, Be Kind. [A Senseless Rambling After a Significant Hiatus]

We once were grand enough to tell friends, strangers, to

‘Take Care; Be Kind’.

The wisdom of the seventy-seven, though, is not wisdom at all.

It is a simple thing, you see, to give love; to be loved.

Grand as we were, we could not presume to know better, nor to do so.

Years on, though –

Years on and we still take the greatest care, do the kindest things.

It is a simple thing, and we were grander then.

My love.

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The Power of Language

The Power of Language

The one remaining photograph I can find from Censored Sensibility.
Words and a (reasonably representative) drawing of a heart. On my chest.
Language, Art, Concept and the Heart of the Artist, brought together in the centre of one of the bodies that brought it to life.
Something so appropriate about us choosing to do this.

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Empty; Here – A Haiku

Never truer words

Than those of hell’s vacancy

And the devils’ place.

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Heart – A Haiku

It’s worth just noting,

All the things you need to know

About me are Here.

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Ghost Writers

I think we right about things which we have no idea about because if we wrote about our own lives we would realise how sad or unexciting or secret our lives are.

There is some unbearable feeling to telling our own story when others’ are so much better.

We right about things we don’t know because it is much less painful to imagine than to address.

As writers of fiction we become fiction ourselves because we pretend a wisdom which is not really there.

Black and white and inky ghosts.

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Jack

Sell your soul to something you believe in.

Climb up to where the air is thinnest.

Do not be afraid of life’s giants.

You are taller,

Braver,

Stronger than they.

You are no myth,

You are a tale.

Defeat them, little one,

You are taller than they.

Do not be afraid,

Sell your soul to something you believe in.

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Closed

With eyes, closed, I have forgotten the details of your face.

With diary, closed, I have forgotten the passage of time.

With lips, closed, I have forgotten the sound of your voice.

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Sing – A Haiku

Sing ev’ry feeling,

Each line a moment in time,

Ev’ry note a heart beat.

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Serif

Everything simple in you is black ink.

Everything pure is white canvas.

 

Every quirk is an aspect of serif.

Every fact about you is a full stop.

Everything new is a question mark.

 

Everything about you is a letter.

Everything about you is a font.

Everything about you is a word.

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Infinite One

You are forever in motion;

you will never stop.

Infinity lasts longer with every beat of your heart.

The atoms which are your concrete and your bricks are the most beautiful;

there is nothing architectural here,

only artistic.

We would all be wise to remember the colour of your eyes,

blue as the sea and beating against my shores every time you wake in the morning.

When someone tells you

‘no’

‘you’ll never’

‘don’t bother’,

we would be wise to remember that ‘no’ is just a two letter word,

and ‘yes’ is of three, like ‘win’ and ‘now’ and can’;

like ‘I’ and

‘love’ and

‘you’.

I know that with every day you will become more you;

more and more

and the most you that you have ever been.

Then you will be infinite.

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Platinum – A Haiku

Your touch is silver.

The sound of your voice is gold.

You precious metal.

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Words – A Haiku

Don’t be so foolish.

You are a thousand words, love.

Such perfect words, love

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Your Fault – A Haiku

Did you smile too much?

Inviting. To blame. Unclean.

Your fault. Of course not.

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Mark – A Haiku

Shame is a black mark.

An excitement of my guilt.

I love and hate it.

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