The X-Men in San Francisco
Apparently this is a deal. I’m not entirely sure why. Lots of folks coming out of the woodwork to announce that the X-Men comics are all about prejudice and living as a persecuted minority. Which is funny, because to my eyes, everyone in the pages of that book is glossy and beautiful and at least come across as self-assured (not to mention comfortable in a skintight costume.) I’m not getting a lot of persecution out of that. Who doesn’t want to be a beautiful mutant?
I’d like it more if the book was about the future, about inexorable change and how it best gets integrated into a world that isn’t ready for it, whether it’s forceful assimilation or quietly retaining a kernel of positive change, even in a sea of sameness that wears down shiny edges with overlapping sheets of dull mundanity.
But really guys, the book has been about persecution for a long, long time. At least it nominally was back when I read it printed on stone tablets that I bought at the corner store.