Blood on your hands Australia

This was a historic Black cemetery in Florida and people vandalized and destroyed the graves. That level of hatred does not come from nowhere.

So if conversations about racism, accountability, and protecting spaces from people who have shown they are racist or harmful make you uncomfortable, this probably is not the page for you, and that is fine.

Because every single day there is another story. A racist influencer hurting somebody. A Black child being called slurs. A Black family targeted. A graveyard destroyed. Every day Black people are reminded that simply existing can make us a target.

We will still laugh, joke, create, and enjoy ourselves. But when it is time to speak seriously about what is happening to us, we are going to do that too. And if that feels “too political” or “too much” for you, then this space probably is not meant for you.

Hair Shows and Competitions!

To start with a useless platitude: Like with many things, the more you do it, the less scary it gets.

To make sure there's a minimum of people around to see you you could go stickering around dinnertime in the evening, in the morning before or after rush hour, or late at night.

I used the recent train workers strike to sticker on some normally busy train stations. I know some graffiti crews have done the same to put up pieces in normally busy places along the tracks.

To make putting up stickers quicker I usually already remove the backing, and then hide the sticker in my hand, makes the actual sticking very fast and not very obvious.

Go stickering / removing fascist propaganda with a friend or group of friends. Because you are in the Netherlands you could join up with an antifascist Wandelclub (like this one in Utrecht), their thing is going on walks and chatting and having a nice time while putting up antifascist stickers / removing fascist propaganda.

for example earlier this week while on my way to work i saw a few places sporting fascist stickers. Today i watched football and drank beers wtih friends. then when i went home i remembered that there were a bunch of nazi stickers on my way home, so i took them all down, walked around to see if there were more in that area, and replaced them with antifa and palestine stickers.

you can't underestimate the power of being a little bit drunk to make things less scary. My collection this evening on my way home: