‘A Gay Girl in Damascus’ displays ease of fudging authenticity online

The Internet taught us that we could be anyone; it’s a lesson that was comforting for middle school geeks and convenient for fabulists who were not content with their “real” lives. Thousands of people take advantage of it every day — fudge the truth, fake the numbers, fuss with the age and weight. The entire online dating business is powered by people whose online selves are a little taller and wealthier than their offline ones. People create throwaway personas for message boards that are used, then abandoned.

This week it was revealed that Amina Arraf, the wildly popular gay Syrian female blogger, wasn’t. Who she was: a straight man from Georgia, living in Scotland. On Monday, another twist: Paula Brooks, the deaf lesbian editor of Lez Get Real — who had criticized Tom MacMaster for creating the identity of Amina — wasn’t either. She was Bill Graber, a straight man living in Ohio.

  • ( Screengrab / Facebook ) - Tom MacMaster, a 40-year-old American, wrote online for years under the pseudonym Amina Arraf, supposedly a lesbian Syrian blogger.
  • ( BILL GRABER ) - “Paula Brooks,” editor of Lez Get Real, is actually Bill Graber, 58, a retired Ohio military man and construction worker.
  • ( Courtesy of Julius Just ) - The fake existence of Amina Arraf was offensive to bloggers — and to Syrians, and to women, and to lesbians and gays, and to anyone else who has ever been truly marginalized.

( Screengrab / Facebook ) - Tom MacMaster, a 40-year-old American, wrote online for years under the pseudonym Amina Arraf, supposedly a lesbian Syrian blogger.

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We could not make this up.

Where do MacMaster’s and Graber’s actions belong on the continuum of authenticity? Just to the left of “a little taller, a littler richer”?

Or on another spectrum entirely?

How neatly they fit into a long line of people who aren’t who they seem — people who aren’t people at all — online.

Kaycee Nicole was a high school basketball star whose brave battle with leukemia enthralled her thousands of blog readers back in the early 2000s, up until the day she died, when followers learned that she had never existed at all. Kaycee was the alter ego of a suburban mom.

A few months ago, the Web was alight with sympathy for Paula Bonhomme, a Colorado woman who learned that her firefighter fiance hadn’t died unexpectedly of liver cancer. He wasn’t real — just a creation of another woman who got carried away.

And, in a story that reeled in everyone from Keith Olbermann to Mr. Rogers back in the 1990s, Anthony Godby Johnson was a young boy with AIDS who was really a very disturbed woman in New Jersey, spinning a telephone and online lie that got increasingly out of control.

The psychiatric community has even come up with a term to describe this sort of behavior: Munchausen by Internet.

In each of these instances, the lie got too big. The fake personality became too interesting to the real readers. In the case of Paula Bonhomme, she wanted to meet the man she had agreed to marry. In the case of Anthony Godby Johnson, his fans wanted to meet the boy they had counseled and championed.

In the case of Amina, her fans cared more deeply than MacMaster probably thought they would when he told them that she had disappeared — the plot twist that prompted legions to investigate.

He had been looking for an out. He told The Washington Post, “I had been struggling for a way to let things up.” He said that he’d seen the Amina persona as a way to stretch his creative-writing muscles.

Where does creativity begin to bleed into conning? Is it the moment when strangers become emotionally invested? Is it the moment when famous journalist strangers become emotionally invested? (Andrew Sullivan and Peter Beinart, both well-known writers, were vocal supporters of “A Gay Girl in Damascus.”)

Or is it the moment when the voice people are following begins to represent something bigger than any one person? In the nebulous, nobody-knows-you’re-a-dog world of the Internet, fragments of truth are sometimes more precious than in real life. Identities such as Amina or Kaycee Nicole seem like pure, unblemished spots in a world with much murkiness. Stories to believe in, in a community based on doubt. Web surfers opened their hearts, which were stepped on.

“People want to believe the best in those they choose to follow online,” writes Davey Winder, a tech writer and author of “Being Virtual.” “To do otherwise would be a reflection of their own poor judgment. Everyone likes to think they’re a good judge of character.”

The fake existence of Amina Arraf was offensive to bloggers — and to Syrians, and to women, and to lesbians and gays, and to anyone else who has ever been truly marginalized. How irritating that so much attention was given to something ultimately written by a straight American man. And how poignant that a member of one of the most privileged classes in the world felt that the only way he could have a voice was to pretend to be a member of a class that has been disenfranchised in every possible way.

“He’s stealing the voice of a marginalized person,” says Liz Henry, a Web producer at BlogHer who had recommended some of Amina’s posts. “His way of describing what it’s like to be gay in the Middle East goes down smooth with people who have a progressive bent.” Her appreciation for the posts made her question herself. “Why did I jump to this blog — just because it was a person who shares some of my values?”

The irony of “A Gay Girl in Damascus” is that it was really a lovely blog.

If he had not been so emotionally resonant, so detailed, so seemingly “real,” nobody would have cared so much when Amina disappeared, and nobody would have worked so hard to figure out what might have happened to her, and nobody would have learned that she was a pale man from Georgia.

Which meant that, at least according to a chilling and narrow definition of what it means to be real on the Internet, Tom MacMaster was very good indeed at being Amina.

 
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