Subject: Good grief, is she still doing these?
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Posted on: 2016-10-07 16:04:00 UTC

Well, that looks like a description of a fairly malicious organisation. So naturally, since I've been calling them corrupt and evil from the very beginning, it's time for me to do a complete 180.

MACUSA - A Sympathetic View

From the very beginning, MACUSA was hounded on all sides. Its name encapsulates its founding ideal - a congress of magical peoples and creatures, united across the states of the Americas. The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy had led the North American wizards to the belief that they could join together in a glorious magical equality, untroubled by the affairs of non-magical people. Together, they pioneered the concept of representative democracy, which would become so fundamental to North American identity.

Then came Salem. Then came the influx of magical criminals, and the onslaught of the Scourers, wicked wizards who hunted their own kind. The golden optimism of MACUSA had to be bent towards their own protection, because no-one - certainly not the European wizards who disdained any contact with the Americans - would do it for them.

President Jackson was faced with an unenviable task, one many said was impossible. He dedicated his life to the task - first to the training of the First Dozen, and then to the gruelling secret war against the murderous Scourers. He paid with a lifetime of service; ten of the Dozen paid with their lives.

There was no security for the magical peoples of the Americas. Their traditional alliances with the magical creatures fell by the wayside - the various Bodies for the Protection of Magical Species could do little to prevent the attrition of their charges by non-magical colonials, and the magical creatures fled further into the wilds. Through no fault of its own, MACUSA became a human organisation - and one under constant threat. President Harkaway's breeding of Crups as watchdogs for the magical community, while misguided, certainly speaks to the harsh times he lived in.

MACUSA's headquarters strove to follow the migrations of its charges - from the mountains to Williamsburg, Baltimore, and Washington, as the wizards of North America gathered in the cities. They sought constantly to forge alliances and friendships with the distant European wizards, but Europe paid no heed to their cries for aid. When war threatened to tear North America asunder, Britain made its utter disinterest in their welfare clear. America's wizards rejected the unfeeling advice of their colonial masters, choosing to set aside the stricter readings of the Statute of Secrecy and fight to protect their countryfolk. For a decade, the possibility of cooperation between wizard and No-Maj was broached with increasing optimism in MACUSA.

Then came the Twelvetrees Incident, and the shocking reminder that the Scourers were still an active and malevolent force in the newly-formed United States. In 1790, the Rap came down - the all-encompassing law which forbade any contact between wizard and No-Maj. For a magical community which had founded itself on cooperation and openness, this was the final crushing blow. First the departure of the magical creatures, then the rejection from Europe, and now the collapse of any possible coexitence with non-magical America; all of the New World's wizards and witches wept that day, and none harder than Emily Rappaport.

Little changed over the next 130 years, and the continued decline of MACUSA's relations with anyone around them lent a grim aspect to their new headquarters in New York. The loss of the Native American contingent during the purges by No-Maj President Jackson (no relation) brought despair, and the Sasquatch efforts to bring down MACUSA in response to a single official's misplaced zeal was referred to by the president of the time as 'just another miserable Thursday'.

If MACUSA became hardened, with its wand permits, its death penalties (which were nevertheless more lenient than the tortures British wizardry inflicted on their prisoners in Azkaban), and its distrust of outsiders, it was only through the long, crushing experience of being - as one prominent member of the Picquery government put it, 'history's whipping-post'.




The great thing about fictional history is that you can absolutely read it both ways. The world I've just described is identical to both Rowling's descriptions, and to my southern-American complaints about The Rap. It's all entirely about your point of view.

President Pickles is still evil, though.

hS

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