All of the Indians must have tragic features: tragic noses, eyes, and arms.
Their hands and fingers must be tragic when they reach for tragic food.
The hero must be a half-breed, half white and half Indian, preferably
from a horse culture. He should often weep alone. That is mandatory.
Before Rosa Parks- There Was Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
1846 – She began her amazing career as a writer by publishing her first book of poetry, Forest Leaves, at the age of 21.
1858 – She refused to give up her seat or ride in the “colored” section of a segregated trolley car in Philadelphia (100 years before Rosa Parks) and wrote one her most famous poems, “Bury Me In A Free Land,” when she got very sick while on a lecturing tour. Her short story “The Two Offers” became the first short story to be published by an African American.
1859 – A dedicated abolitionist, Harper was one of the few public figures who did not abandon John Brown after his failed effort at Harpers Ferry, instead writing to him and staying with his wife, Mary, at the home of Lucretia Mott (Philadelphia’s leading Quaker Abolitionist) for the two weeks preceding his hanging.
1865 – In the immediate post-Civil War years, Harper returned to the lecture circuit, focusing her attentions on education for the formerly enslaved, on the Equal Rights Movement and on the Temperance Movement.
Despite all of her remarkable accomplishments, Frances E.W. Harper’s name cannot be found in most history books.
calicovirus replied to your post:…uhhh. She’s right about the milk thing, the vast majority of the world is lactose intolerant (in some form).That’s a drastic oversimplification.First of all, the reason this is problematic is because this is one of the areas that anthropology and genetics have a big old white supremacist train wreck. Evolutionary biologists and geneticists are very willing to make farfetched claims that they are not qualified to make about the results of their work and the meaning of the lactase persistence gene.Basically, there are quite a few studies like this one that are done by geneticists, and the fact that they’re looking for a gene that’s dominant in northern Europeans is fine,BUTthe connection—->conclusion they make with “the beginnings of pastoralism, animal husbandry, and agriculture as the dawn of civilized human society” is about ten thousand percent wrong and fucked up.The issue here is, making yogurt, cheese, and other forms of processing reduce the levels of lactose in all types of milk considerably. Goat and sheep’s milk have lower levels of casein, which is what a lot of people who are “lactose intolerant” are actually allergic to.If you think critically for about two seconds about world cuisine, you’ll notice that this mental structure of “Europeans can digest milk because they domesticated cattle first and then lived in isolation, cementing their magic and superior genes with inbreeding” starts to fall apart almost immediately.West African pastoral people like the Maasai, who live off their cattle and rarely kill them for meat, usually partaking of their milk and blood?And then there’s 20 million pastoral households (about 180–200 million people), who are mostly people of color around the world who subsist largely on sheep and goat’s milk in Mongolia, Ethiopia, Europe, Namibia (the Khoisan domesticated cattle thousands of years ago), Pakistan, Peru, and many, many more..?So basically, the problem is still Europe=”civilized because milk gene”, everyone else=”not as civilized because no milk gene”. It’s a bunch of crap and conjecture.In summation, the whole “everyone’s lactose intolerant except for the people who have this gene, which is mostly Northern Europeans” is STILL an oversimplification, but I think I’ll stick to picking this apart sociologically rather than getting into the nuts and bolts of confirmation bias and dubious claims from unqualified people.
anonymous asked: Yo, there was this white English chick who was telling me why she didn’t like my rugby team, and she said it was cos of the haka (Maori war dance) they do before each game. She told me that it was “too tribal”. Is this as fucking racist as I think it is?
CAREFUL! Usually when an English person says something is “too tribal,” that’s usually followed a couple centuries of violent colonization.
(Excerpt from the blog post linked above.)
Diversity is one of the most important subjects in the lingerie industry to me right now, and yet I’m scared to talk about it.
This fear didn’t happen overnight. In fact, I don’t think I even realized it was happening at all until I started writing this post. Nevertheless, when I look back over some of what’s happened the past year, I began to see how and when and why I let myself get here. There wasn’t one major, disruptive event. No, it was a series of tiny occurrences, of small happenings that gradually undermined my resolve to be that person who talks about diversity.
My conception of diversity is a broad one. It goes beyond dress size or bra size or “curviness,” and includes greater representation of older women, trans* women, women with disabilities, women of color (including biracial women), women with muscular/athletic body types, and plus sized women (I’m thinking especially of women who wear larger than a size 16US or so). In short, it includes those women who are all too often marginalized, neglected, or outright ignored in almost every conversation about lingerie.
Because my perspective on diversity differs from what’s popular right now, the responses I’ve gotten have also differed from the norm. In the past year, I’ve been called “angry,” “aggressive,” and asked to stop making people “uncomfortable” for writing about diversity. I’ve been told that being black is just like being goth, having stretch marks, having broad shoulders, having large breasts, having small breasts, having tattoos, or having piercings. I’ve been told that my blog “harms women” because it focuses on issues other than bra fit. I’ve been accused of “crying racism” for talking about cultural appropriation and of “ignoring important issues” for writing about ethnic stereotypes. I’ve been told I talk about diversity “too much”, and I’ve been called “nonsensical,” “dumb,” “dogmatic,” and “disappointing” for having the audacity to suggest that the conversation on diversity is at least as important as the one on bra fit. And those are just the public remarks made in my own comments section, on Twitter, and on lingerie forums from other lingerie bloggers, lingerie brands, and lingerie enthusiasts. If I started talking about the angry ALL CAPS messages I’ve received in my inbox, we’d be here all day. But all that together makes me to wonder…if one post on diversity every once in awhile is enough to elicit that kind of response, what would happen if I dared write more?
I’m not saying all this because I want sympathy. I’m saying it because I think it’s important to understand that there can be a very real, very distressing penalty for daring to talk about a version of diversity that includes race or gender or sexuality…a penalty that is nonexistent for other, more popular issues. When you’re a member of a minority group, you’re not only slighted by that initial lack of representation, you’re also marginalized again and again by all the people who communicate, via words and actions, that “more diversity” doesn’t really apply to people like you. When a website is unafraid to publicly say that issues affecting you aren’t “real issues,” it affects you. When a brand insists that other types of representation are more important than representation which applies to you, it affects you. When a blogger tells you that it’s okay to feel strongly about one type of diversity, but that it’s inappropriate or “upsetting” to have similarly strong feelings about other kinds, it affects you. And the ironic thing is that you become hesitant to even bring up this issue, because the very act of admitting that there’s a problem is a problem in and of itself.
I know I’ll lose followers, I know I’ll get hate mail, but I’m tired of my voice being silenced. I want to be heard. This is not a joke. Sexual abuse and molestation is not a joke. I’m a victim myself, and to see people taking it so lightly, is sickening. Rape is not a joke. Rape is not sexy. Stop glorifying these acts. I recently babysat a child who entered my room, and upon seeing my massive My Little Pony collection, she ran to my Friendship is Magic shelf and started naming them, and once she got to Celestia, she told me she rapes people. She simply googled images of Celestia, and that little girl now knows what rape is. That was the last straw. I haven’t told many of you, but I had a terrible rape experience and My Little Pony is my passion. This needs to end.
I want to make a difference. Im willing to fight. Down with Molestia! We need to take a stand. Who’s with me?
Some Know Your Rights materials I made. Hopefully find them helpful. :)
Guys, these are really important. I was out the other week where a friend was taken from the house I was at, not read his rights, and was detained/almost arrested. Make sure you know this stuff.
Language is never neutral.
"Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence." - Toni Morrison
Lilly Brown was in Year 12 studying Australian history when she got angry.
As an indigenous Australian, there was a lot that bothered her growing up in the Eastern Hills of Western Australia, notably what she described as “mind blowing” racism.
But it was her high school history text book and seeing that the total history of her race and culture had been relegated to effectively a single page at the back of the book that fired her up.
She decided that rather than express outrage, she would do something about it.
Today, the 27-year-old leaves the UK having completed a Masters of Philosophy in Politics at the prestigious Trinity College of Cambridge University in England, the first indigenous Australian to complete a degree at Cambridge.
And now she will return to Australia to help others not only follow in her footsteps into tertiary education, but also look to take a greater leadership role in national indigenous affairs.
|—||Paulo Freire | Pedagogy of the Oppressed (via theeducatedfieldnegro)|
The straight white men’s rights movement summed up in just three sentences:
"To Learn who rules you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize"
fyi although that quotation is commonly misattributed to Voltaire (find me a primary source if you want to prove otherwise), it actually comes from a Neo-nazi pedophile named Kevin Strom.
Doesn’t even matter.
Girls who participate in No Shave November will also participate in No D December
yo dude you dropped this
theyre a girl that reblogs a bunch of womenagainstfeminism stuff that is the sad part of this post
Today is Juneteenth, which commemorates the ending of slavery in Texas on June 19, 1865. Although the Emancipation Proclamation was issued by Abraham Lincoln on January 1, 1863, it was not enforced in the state of Texas due to a lack of Union troop presence and enforcement in the confederate state.
However on June 19, 1865, Union soldiers led by Major General Gordon Granger and his regiment entered Galveston, Texas to override the resistance to the law and to enforce the Executive Orders. Union Major-General Gordon Granger read General Orders, No.3 to the people of Galveston. It stated:
“The people of Texas are informed that, in accordance with a proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free. This involves an absolute equality of personal rights and rights of property between former masters and slaves, and the connection heretofore existing between them becomes that between employer and hired labor. The freedmen are advised to remain quietly at their present homes and work for wages. They are informed that they will not be allowed to collect at military posts and that they will not be supported in idleness either there or elsewhere.”
Since 1865 black Americans have regarded June 19th as the official emancipation day, and on January 1, 1980, the state of Texas proclaimed June 19 an official state holiday thanks to the African American state legislator Al Edwards.