‘The Quiet Revolution’ by Jane Jago, is one of the stories in ‘It Takes A Village’, an optimistic anthology speculating about the meaning of care.
The story came to be because I was considering the idea that heroes don’t necessarily wear shiny armour, or ride dragons into battle. Sometimes it is the poorest and most humble of folk whose quiet courage reaches into the hearts and minds of others and shows them a better way.
I bring you, then, a situation where gender is the defining factor in every avenue of life, with neither men nor women having any use for their opposite numbers except as breeding tools. What can possibly change such entrenched ideologies? What has the power to right such an imbalance. And how can hatred be overcome? You’ll have to read the whole thing to find out. Here’s a small taster to whet your appetite…
When human beings came here to start a brand-new home, they called the place Utopia. Which was taking hubris to a whole new level, even if the intention was pure.
Things went smoothly enough when the first settlers set themselves to build Utopian cities or to cultivate the virgin land. Working from dawn to dusk on a newly terraformed planet doesn’t leave too much time for factionalism and everyone was deemed to be of equal value. Maybe the spirit of sharing would even have lasted had not the final shipment of stevedores and manual labourers been drawn from Terran prison colonies where brutality was the norm. Sometime on their intergalactic journey, the convict labourers killed their jailers and when the transport landed their sole intention was to take the new planet for their own.
The beauty of Utopia was despoiled by greed and the lust for power, while running battles befouled the streets. Those who sought power fell into two camps: misogynistic men who called themselves ‘alpha males’ and considered women as no more than the vessels for their lusts; and misandristic women who saw no future unless men were subjugated and reduced to sperm providers or castrated as pets. Each camp boasted heavily armed militiamen and women whose sole function was to enforce the will of their leaders by whatever means they saw fit.
By the turn of the century, the two gender-based ideologies, who had more or less carved the planet up between them, became more and more entrenched in their beliefs and less and less likely to put aside their enmity for anything less than world domination.
It’s not surprising, then, that those people who lived outside the militia-controlled cities started hiding their children away. Sure, some hid them to drive up the profit when they ripened, but most just wanted to keep their little ones safe from the marauding militias.
While men and women fought each other for every blade of grass and every drop of water the Utopian beauty around them was going to hell in a handcart—until the quiet revolution happened and changed us all forever.
Jane Jago is an eccentric genre-hopping pensioner, who writes for the sheer enjoyment of the craft and gets in terrible trouble because of her attitude.