I still don’t know how to reply here. Unless using the mail option counts. The answer is this morning and I almost didn’t go. I made sure N got there without getting lost (which would have happened twice if I wasn’t there in the car).  

I see people saying “How can this happen? Isn’t this America?”

celluloidsheep:

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Well, yes. This IS America.

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(US Army attacks homeless veterans protesting in Washington, DC in 1932)

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1960s Birmingham, Alabama

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1970 attack on unarmed student protesters at Kent State University

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Police action at peaceful UC Davis Occupy protest 

Let’s not pretend like the police actions taken this week are anything new. It’s just the most recent manifestation of a problem America has had for a very long time.

(via crumpetsandcorsets)

kinkyturtle:

jcoleknowsbest:

So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….


Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 





The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.
















friendly reminder that studies have shown that white people do not empathize with Black people and we (including medical personel) also think Black people feel less pain

kinkyturtle:

jcoleknowsbest:

So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….

Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 

The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?

And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.

friendly reminder that studies have shown that white people do not empathize with Black people and we (including medical personel) also think Black people feel less pain

(via bioargent)

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten/some] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

tagged by oddmodout

1: The Art of Shen Ku - Zeek

2: The Hour of Our Death - Philippe Aries 

3: Bunnicula - Deborah and James Howe

4: The Crow - James O’Barr

5: Dune - Frank Herbert

6: Euro Deco: Graphic Design Between the Wars - Steven Heller

7: Seven-Per-Cent Solution - John H. Watson, M.D. 

8: The Geeks’ Guide To World Domination

9: Offset Lithographic Technology 

10: The Case of the Philosophers’ Ring - Randell Collins

 (It’s the most cracked out book that has Aleister Crowley,                Sherlock Holmes, and random personalities that are esoteric for  normal  people)

Tags: bioargent, crumpetsandcorsets, andreacupcake, veganheathen, silkarth

Northern Arizona. I need a road trip to the desert proper and swamp lands, other places I would live if I became a hermit. 

Northern Arizona. I need a road trip to the desert proper and swamp lands, other places I would live if I became a hermit.