
I’ve been reading a fair amount, here and there, about Robert E. Howard’s having been a racist. I’ve read someone’s opinion that he was an extreme one even by the standards of the 1930s. Now that I doubt. Certainly there are lines and statements in Howard’s stories (usually uttered by a character who naturally would say something like that; not nearly as often outside the dialogue, in REH’s own authorial voice) that I wouldn’t like if I was black. REH didn’t like such slurs, either — when similar things were said about the Irish.
I’m not sure I can contribute anything worth a damn to the discussion. I’m partisan for a start. I love REH’s stories and poetry, and I flinch at the thought of a fellow like that living out his days in an essentially anti-intellectual, racially biased, violent — and not infrequently murderous — environment. (It’s probably significant that his best-known and most evocative character, Conan, gets out of his dark, gloomy, savage homeland while still a young lad, adapts to civilization with all its failings, and never goes back.) So, emotionally, I’d prefer to defend REH than attack any day.
I’ve another misgiving, due to my not being native to Texas, or even the U.S.A. I’m Australian. Barging into this weblog and pontificating about racism (in the Lone Star State or any other) would surely lay me open to the rejoinder that we have a bad record in these matters Down Under. Ask any Aborigine.
Maybe I can provide a certain amount of perspective, though, from the former British Empire’s point of view, especially the English-speaking parts of it — Australia, Canada, and England itself. I’ll stick mainly to the attitudes reflected in popular adventure and thriller fiction. They reflect the attitudes of real people, including some highly-placed ones — who surely kicked back by the fire and read Rohmer, Sapper or Dennis Wheatley when they thought nobody was looking.
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