evangelala:

internet friends are kinda like illegally downloaded friends. you don’t get the physical copy but you still get all the great content

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pocproblems:

I don’t normally say this, but this one is for all the allies out there. Too many pieces of it are quotable, so I’m just gonna say go read the whole damn thing.

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Never learned a damn thing about this in school. 

From the article (bolding mine):

Jerome Smith, a field secretary for the Congress of Racial Equality, said that “unless the white man had something to fear — loss of life or his money — he was not going to give up anything,” according to historian Diane McWhorter. McWhorter writes that Smith told Kennedy “the nonviolent revolution was effectively over.” Kennedy warned the press that, if civil rights weren’t dealt with soon, “worse leaders” would take King’s place.

The fear of more violence was part of the catalyst for developing legislation that eventually became the landmark Civil Rights Act of 1964. “President Kennedy did not send troops to Alabama when dogs were biting black babies. He waited three weeks until the situation exploded. He then sent troops after the Negroes had demonstrated their ability to defend themselves,” Malcolm X told reporters at the time. “Kennedy did not urge that Negroes be treated right because it is the right thing to do. Instead he said that if the Negroes aren’t well treated the [Nation of Islam] would become a threat.”

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do u understand how much this means

The world is terrible in so many ways, but it’s also a wonderful damn time to be alive. Goddess bless Laverne Cox and the ambition, bravery, and love she’s used to take a little role on OITNB and catapult it into a revolution. Just…amazing. Hero forever.

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do u understand how much this means

The world is terrible in so many ways, but it’s also a wonderful damn time to be alive. Goddess bless Laverne Cox and the ambition, bravery, and love she’s used to take a little role on OITNB and catapult it into a revolution. Just…amazing. Hero forever.

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Relating to this, I had a very interesting conversation with someone at work the other day. We were talking about the ways white women are taught to be afraid and how personal experience and the media/culture can create a racist narrative we take for reality. A thought occurred to me: what if you could walk around in the world and only be afraid of the things that were an actual threat? How would it change the way you moved in the world. The question stunned us into silence.  

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

His chest heaved, lungs tight with effort. He had only moments before his parents finished their ascent and joined him at the window, panting and damp with exertion. His dad would lift his priceless camera to his eye and take in the scene like a cyborg in a magazine story. His mom would pull out a cigarette and tap it impatiently on the window. The whole city was laid out before her, like fish to jostle and wake. Thip, thip, thip, move already, thip, thip, come alive for me. 
The boy breathed. In. Out. In. He shuffled over to the window. He imagined he could fly.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

His chest heaved, lungs tight with effort. He had only moments before his parents finished their ascent and joined him at the window, panting and damp with exertion. His dad would lift his priceless camera to his eye and take in the scene like a cyborg in a magazine story. His mom would pull out a cigarette and tap it impatiently on the window. The whole city was laid out before her, like fish to jostle and wake. Thip, thip, thip, move already, thip, thip, come alive for me. 

The boy breathed. In. Out. In. He shuffled over to the window. He imagined he could fly.

dion-thesocialist:

All it takes is one event to set a precedent. If Darren Wilson is arrested for, charged with, and convicted of the murder of Michael Brown, then that means ALL cops can be held accountable for their actions. It means the people can ALWAYS rise up and fight back against police brutality. 

That’s what the cops and National Guard in Ferguson is fighting against. They don’t want this standard to be set.

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10,000 posts!
Funny how five and a half years flies by. Thanks for reading/listening/watching/scrolling.
I love you all!

10,000 posts!

Funny how five and a half years flies by. Thanks for reading/listening/watching/scrolling.

I love you all!

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

I couldn’t unsee her face in the waves, no matter how many times my fingers dragged the brush across. I slept for fourteen hours straight after the painting was done. The smell of it gave me odd vaporous dreams that left me sweaty on waking at twilight. Across the room only the flaming canary sunset was visible. It crossed my mind that it was already burning. I closed my eyes and turned my head. Let it burn.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

I couldn’t unsee her face in the waves, no matter how many times my fingers dragged the brush across. I slept for fourteen hours straight after the painting was done. The smell of it gave me odd vaporous dreams that left me sweaty on waking at twilight. Across the room only the flaming canary sunset was visible. It crossed my mind that it was already burning. I closed my eyes and turned my head. Let it burn.