Joel Reinstein | The racist killing of Renisha McBride (via america-wakiewakie)
On the morning of George Zimmerman’s acquittal of Trayvon Martin’s murder earlier this year, with the mainstream media raising the specter of riots, blogger Jay Smooth made a prediction: ‘The fundamental danger of an acquittal is not more riots, it is more George Zimmermans.’
There were no riots. There have been more George Zimmermans.
That awkward moment when you tell someone you just want to be friends and they don’t text back…ummm sorry?
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Jaxe Pan: Dear Mr Yaacob Ibrahim, Minister for Informaton, Communication and the Arts,
my daughter and I have a very close relationship. Even though there are only two of us, we are bonded in love and kinship and we are a real family. Together with many friends I know who are single parents, adopted parents, blended-family parents, homosexual men and women, we are real, and we live alongside other Singaporeans from traditional men-woman union, making the same contribution to our country.
By removing books not conforming to the prescribed family model, I fear that we are creating an artifical reality for our young children.
I fear that my daughter is denied the opportunity to learn the diversity of families and that she will grow to doubt her value as an individual.
I fear that other children would only recognise a singular family model, and regard my daughter as alien.
I fear this perpetuates intolerance and bigotry, which leads to isolation and discrimination.
I fear the outcome would be a society where children of different family circumstances would be mocked and bullied because others cannot relate to or understand their differences.
The German poet Heinrich Heine wrote, “Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.”
And this, I fear most.
As a mother, I can teach my daughter to be brave and optimistic if ever being ridiculed about our family situation. As a mother, I can order any of these books online for her. But as a mother, I am powerless, alone, to change the society she would find herself in.
Consider this my feeble attempt, my fears as a mother and my aspiration as a citizen, to implore you to reconsider the censorship towards our children’s books, to make Singapore an inclusive society that has a heart as big as it needs to be, to hold all of our different families. #wearereal
snippet from When The Bough Breaks by Andrea Gibson. read the rest here (via fallintoyourarmstonight)
Do you know children in Palestine fly kites to prove that they are still free?
Can you imagine how that string must feel between their fingers
as they kneel in the cinders of our missile heads
I wonder what the dead in warsaw would say about the taxes we pay without thought
of funding another holocaust.
The bough is breaking.
The cradle is falling.
Right now a six-year old girl is crutched in a ditch in Lebanon
wishing on falling bombs.
Right now our government is recording the test scores of black and Latino 4th graders
to see how many prison beds will be needed in the year 2015.
Right now there’s a man on the street outside that door
with outstretched hands full of heart beats no one can hear.
He has cheeks like torn sheet music,
Every tear a broken crescendo falling on deaf ears.
At his side there’s a girl with eyes like an anthem
that no one stands up for.
Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there.
It’s that we ignore the ones who are.
Till we find ourselves scarred and ashamed
walking into emergency rooms at two a.m.
flooded with a pain we cannot name or explain
because we are bleeding from the outside in.
Skin is not impervious.
Cultures built on greed and war do not pick and choose who they kill.
We all fill the graves.
Some nights Grief takes a seat on my chest and makes herself comfortable. It makes it mighty hard to breathe.
Remember Ismael Mohamed Bakr, 9, Ahed Atef Bakr, 10, Zakaria Ahed Bakr, 10 and Mohamed Ramez Bakr, 11 - all from the same family - whose crime was nothing more than be Palestinian.
It does not matter how young you are, if you are Palestinian, Israel will kill you. A day which started out playing football on the beach ended with these children in body bags.
Will any Israeli be held responsible for their murder? Of course not. You’ll hear how Israel was only ‘defending’ itself and some nonsense about how Hamas was ‘hiding’ in the football they were playing with.
Israel will make something up (or pretend they’ll ‘investigate’ the incident - no outsiders allowed in that process, though!) and world leaders like Obama will regurgitate it.
While we’re on the topic of Obama, remember how he made a statement about the three Israeli settlers? It was a sweet thing to do. As of July 16, 209 Palestinians have been killed by Israel in their latest assault on the civilians of Gaza, at least 39 of whom are children.
You’re more likely to see your great-grandchildren graduate or hell freeze over than hear a word from him on Palestinian children or criticising Israel’s war crimes.
SIGNAL FUCKING BOOST
you know how junot diaz is always talking about the shock we have as PoC for self-recogniton. anyway, when i first read quicksand by nella larsen (espc this extract) it was as if someone had articulated all my thoughts and experiences until that point. as if i had never read anything that meant something so profoundly to my experiences as a person. as a woman. as a black woman. as a mixed-race woman. as a person trying to live fully. by and by. she must rest. get strong sleep. and at that moment i became fully cognizant of how much i consumed had dictated the way i related to my own otherness. as much as i believe that one can connect with things beyond just an immediate reflection but as Black people we navigate the world trying to justify why we aren’t so readily seen. so it was at that moment of self-recognition that it all became a lot more clear to me. why did i seek out these writers? these filmmakers? these artists? these musicians? not that art can’t transcend but i needed on a very visceral level for someone to articulate my own existence to me. i also say this in hindsight. but it’s why i always recommend nella larsen, in gratitude. in insistence. in talent. in obscurity. and in survival.
I think I write a lot about love, both in my fiction and nonfiction essays, because I am not really sure I am doing it right.