In February, DC Comics announced a new digital-first series called Adventures of Superman, an anthology series by a stable of creators. One of them was Orson Scott Card.
Orson Scott Card hates gay people. So much so that he’s on the board of NOM. So much so that he’s publicly called for the violent overthrow of the US government if Prop 8 is overturned. He’s no armchair homophobe.
Well, when I heard this news, I went a little nuts. I blogged about it, I wrote a letter to DC Comics about it, I talked to The Guardian about it, and I wasn’t alone. Great guys like Brett White and Jono Jarrett didn’t want some intolerant fossil putting words in Superman’s mouth either. And we wouldn’t shut up about it.
Then something amazing happened. Chris Sprouse, the artist assigned to the OSC Superman story, backed out. He didn’t want to be associated with Card and the ugliness his involvement brought to the project. DC released some statement saying the story would be re-solicited when they found a new artist, but from what I hear, they aren’t looking. The story will likely never see the light of day.
For a long time, I stopped buying DC Comics. It bugged me that they’d hire Card in the first place. It bugged me that they seemed to stand behind him and his harmful message, even in the face of controversy. It bugged me that, even when Sprouse’s exit gave them the perfect opportunity for a mea culpa, they balked.
But today, Adventures of Superman #1 arrived in stores. And, because of a movement I was a part of, Orson Scott Card’s words are nowhere to be found. And that’s a very powerful thing.
So I bought it.