Tonawanda News — I’m here to admit that I’m ... yes, a Trekkie.
Or is it Trekker? I can’t never remember the going polite term for such things. Suffice to say that I’m a fan of “Star Trek” -- original series right on through to Abrams films ... and leave it at that.
Once upon a time, I would have seen “Star Trek Into Darkness” -- which just opened at midnight -- by now. Heck, maybe I’d even have seen it twice. Life being life, it’s going to have to wait until Saturday.
That’s a pity. I like the people who attend midnight showings of Star Trek movies. I also like the people who attend Star Trek (and science fiction in general) conventions. They tend to have a certain “Who cares what you think? I’m having fun!” air about them, a certain disregard for what anyone else thinks is “cool” and even an openness to others that society might consider a little ... different.
And that’s not a bad thing.
The people who don’t bat an eyelash at a man in full Klingon makeup and battle dress (do you know what a bat’leth is? I do) also don’t bat an eyelash at a young man with a disability who’s taking a little extra time to ask a question. And they sure as heck don’t care what color you are under that Borg prosthesis. We’re all fans. We have that in common.
Gene Roddenberry, I think, would be proud.
Roddenberry, who in the 1960s dared enough to put Sulu, Uhura and Chekov on the bridge (and attempted to cast the original series’ first officer as a woman, though that wasn’t allowed to get far), envisioned a future where none of that mattered. For the time, it must have been eye-opening, breath-taking, mind-challenging. I wish I could see what he’d do today.