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“Magneto’s backstory should be changed, it’s unrealistic that he’d still be alive after all this time!” Have you forgotten what franchise he’s from?
You can suspend your disbelief for the man transformed into sentient rocks by space radiation, the interdimensional bird, and the flaming biker skeletons, but one guy being a little old is where you draw the line?
Well, no, not really. When Magneto was made to be a Holocaust survivor, he was a survivor from childhood, though by the end of the Holocaust he was in his teens. His daughter Anya was killed by an antisemitic mob after the Holocaust, at some point in the 1950s.
It’s also an attempt to pretend that the Shoah is ancient history, when it’s really not.
“It’s unrealistic for a Holocaust survivor to still be alive.”
Assholes, there are Holocaust survivors still alive in the real world.
They’re really telling on themselves because Wolverine is like 170 years old.
wolverine being a hundred and fucking seventy: normal
magneto being the same age as currently alive holocaust survivors: impossible
While there are definitely living Holocaust survivors today, most of them aren’t up to doing half the shit Magneto does, and it seems to be affecting the impact his stories have on audiences. I remember reading Magneto stories as a kid in the 90s, knowing he was a little younger than my grandparents, and getting hit with a truckload of sympathy for the dude. He just wanted to have a normal life like Grandma and Granddad, and then the war happened and oh FUCK. Younger readers now are much less likely to have that personal connection; that’s just how human lifespans work. And it’s only going to get worse. Magneto does need some future-proofing.
That’s not to say I think Magneto’s origin should be changed, or that he should be permanently killed off. Far from it. This is comics; all kinds of timeline bullshit happens all the time. As someone pointed out above, Wolverine is most of the way into his second century of life.
What I’d do–and what I’m shocked Marvel writers don’t seem to have done yet–is wave the mutant bullshit wand and make Magneto functionally immortal. Secondary mutation, maybe. Something something magnetic fields. The mechanics don’t matter any more than “Wolverine is functionally immortal because healing factor” does. What matters is this:
At some point, Magneto will be the last living Holocaust survivor. And he will not let the world forget.
There was a story I read as a kid where Magneto took a handful of soil from the camp where his family died and spread it on the surface of the moon, where he was building a mutant haven of some kind. The image of him on his knees with soil running through his fingers and an agonized look on his face has haunted me ever since. To some part of him, it’s always 1945. Never again is quite literally now.
I want to see Magneto as the furious conscience of the Marvel universe. I want him to rip a hole in the UN General Assembly building and stride in with his full regalia on–except for one sleeve, stripped to the forearm to show his tattooed number–and read the UN the riot act in all his nigh-unkillable glory. I want him to storm into summits between warring planets, atomize the ferrous metal in everyone’s weapons, and lay down the galactic law that is There Will Be No More Genocides On My Watch, And My Watch Is Eternal. And I want future writers to use his story, and his enduring popularity as a character, to make sure that audiences don’t forget either.
Magneto being a Holocaust survivor is only a flaw in the storytelling if you’re a goddamn coward.
People are so much more sad, and desparate, and lonely than you think. I have had three incidents in the last four months were a technician I was working with was being either dangerously unfocused (we work with high voltage), or just flat out angry with their coworkers, and every time when I just pulled them aside to say hey, this isn’t you, you’re nice, and you’re competent, so something must be up - what can I do to help - they have responded by bursting into tears. One guy was struggling to get his wife moved into a care home, one guy just got served divorce papers, and the other hadn’t slept a wink the night before because his daughter had the pukes.
I haven’t spent my whole life responding to people being rude, or stupid, or dangerous with knee jerk compassion. It’s a new habit. The first time I did that as the lead for my lab, it was because the guy genuinely was so good natured that I knew something had to be off. But the other two times were just me going, alright, lets see if it always goes this well, and so far, it has. I’m almost 30, and I just figured out that the #1 reason people are shitty are because they are going through shit.
I don’t think you have, like, a moral obligation to respond to people being jerks with knee jerk compassion. But it has made my life so much easier the last four months that I would recommend trying. For your own sake. Please.
(I’ll step off my soapbox now. Enjoy your Sunday.)
“The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?” He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.”
I’ve been seeing my therapist twice a week for nearly nine months, and I just moments ago realized that she’s kooky. I think she’s the first genuinely kooky person I’ve ever met.
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