A long time ago a Hunchback Princess was born to the Royal family of
Teatree. The people were furious as they had become the laughing
stock of the people of neighbouring Willow whose princess had already
won several baby prizes at the annual markets. Her mother and father
bowing to popular opinion secreted their daughter away to the forests
and left her to die.
A Wicked Witch found the Hunchback Princess and took her to her home
built in a treetop at the centre of the forest. The Wicked Witch
opted not to eat the child given that it was just a prejudicial
stereotype that Wicked Witches did that and instead named her Belgin
and raised her as her own.
As Belgin grew older she learnt of philosophy and magic from the
Wicked Witch (whose name was Justin because despite her personal
identity as a woman she liked her birth name). Justin was honest and
told Belgin when she turned twelve of her true parentage.
One day Belgin asked Justin to look through her scrying mirror to see
the town of her birth. What she saw was a village which had almost
totally succumbed to crass commercialisism and corporate culture. In
the mornings people shuffled out of carbon copy houses to enter tank
like four wheel drives on their way to work. In the evenings they ran
from cold glass workplaces to bright shiny entertainment complexes in
a rush to give their life meaning. The river through the town stank
and the air was a thick grey smog. The village was obviously
cursed.
Oh no, cried Belgin, I must save them.
Why? said Justin, What have they ever done for
you?
But, Belgin replied It is easy to do good by ones
friends the real challenge is to good by your enemies
Dont give me that Jeudo-Christian patriarchal
claptrap, mocked Justin.
Patriarchal!, Well how neo-conservative is your suggestion that
some victims are deserving and others arentretorted
Belgin
Look all Im saying, Justin pleaded Is that of
course you want to save the town, youll feel guilty if you
dont give. Its your prescribed social role as a woman.
And I think thats extremely problematic.
Dont tell me you making the Nietzchean suggestion that
any form of solidarity with others is a form of weakness. Have you no
collectivist spirit?
Hey, Bugger Nietzche, stop dodging the fact that theres
no justification for your ahistorical community consensus politics.
Youre a bloody Hegellian!
With tears in her eyes Belgin stormed out Fine dont help
then
Fine I wont, Justin called back.
Belgin made the long trek into town alone. When she arrived most of
the people ignored her and the few who listened to her laughed.
Belgin realised that she didnt know how to make the people see
how they were cursed and she had no other plan. She sat by the side
of the road and cried.
Hey, Belgin!
Belgin looked up and saw Justin riding in on her broomstick. She was
wacking the townspeople with her Magic Wake-Up-To-Yourself Wand.
I thought you wouldnt help Belgin yelled.
Now what sort of a Wicked Witch would I be if I wouldnt
betray my politics for someone I loved laughed Justin.