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And yet no tears are shed as Palestinian archives and libraries are bombed.

Saint Porphyrius Church, built in 1150 and the 3rd oldest church in the world has been bombed.

It's not an accident.

Israel aren't simply killing Palestinians, they are trying to erase that there ever were Palestinians in the first place.

Destroying their livelihoods, trying to to destroy their culture and history and pretend this land was never there's.

It's easy to deny someone's existence when there's no record of them.

Which is why it's so important to look at the atrocities and bear witness to what's happening.

But to also recognise that Palestine is more than it's suffering.

There is a living breathing culture, of art, history, literacy which all come from the Palestinians.

Traditions they've carried for centuries.

So while we mourn the dead, we shall fight for the living. Fight for the preservation of their crafts, amplify their voices as they speak on their culture.

The Doctor and Dr. Song + Development (from strangers to lovers)

If you love Piper&Leo (Charmed) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

Putting aside TP because he's still in it, every antagonist in the movie has an axe to grind against Stiles Stilinski. Harris hated him, the Nogitsune wants revenge against him, he brings back Allison who could, in her resurrected state, blame Stiles for her death. The whole, y'know, actual plot becomes a lot more coherent if he's a part of it and Scott is working from a place of trying to protect him.

Lydia being an exgirlfriend would be an interesting and emotional character beat for the both of them if he was actually there, and Derek sacrificing himself in his own biggest fear to help Stiles avoid his, at least makes some amount of sense for the character (even though I still hate it).

I expect they wrote it for DOB, as the biggest star from the show, probably even financed it off the back of that and then when he didn't want to do it, didn't bother significantly rewriting it.

Have you ever wondered when and how Sanremo become synonymous with chaos, gayness and scandalous behaviour? Trick question it's always been this way, italians invented being unhinged and unbearable 24/7, so it's only natural that italian artists would live up to this reputation.

So enjoy my top 10 favorite sanremo moments, listed in chronological order and not in order of chaoticness, cause chaos is unrankable:

1. 1961 - Adriano Celentano was criticized not because of his sexy moves, but because he turned his back to the audience for like one second while singing 24.000 baci, ugh the disrespect (also look at that stage, peak Sanremo).

2. 1978 - Just Anna Oxa debuting on the Sanremo stage at 16 years old. Iconic look. Iconic song. Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular, etc. etc. If you get it you get, if you don't you don't.

3. 1983 - Vasco Rossi leaves the stage before finishing his song Vita Spericolata, revealing to everyone that the singers weren't singing live, but just lipsyncing. Because of this, he arrived second-to-last in the competition but this song later became one of the most popular of his whole career.

4. 1986 - Loredana Bertè sings Re and dances on the stage while wearing a leather Versace minidress and being fake pregnant. Absolutely iconic behavior which was criticized cause as we all know pregnant women are not allowed to dance and be themselves.

5. 1999 - Queer legend Anna Oxa came back and won Sanremo with Senza Pietà AND with her whole pussy out.

6. 2009 - Known homophobe and antivaxxer Povia goes on the Sanremo stage singing Luca era gay, an homophobic song about a man who used to be gay, but now he's with her. I had to include this one for the quota democristiana, I will, however, spare you the trauma of having to look at his face, so enjoy this screenshot which I obviously choose for completely unrelated reasons.

7. 2010 - Heir apparent of the Italian monarchy Emanuele Filiberto di Savoia shows up at Sanremo with Italia amore mio, a song about his love for Italy, the country his family was exiled from after they abandoned it in the hands of fascism. Honestly, we should have borrowed that guillotine from the French cause this is what you get when you leave your former royal family alive. If I hadn't personally witnessed this, I wouldn't have believed it. He was such a shitty singer that he had to get two actual singers to sing for with him.

8. 2010 - The Sanremo orchestra (which votes on who they think had the best musical arrangement) openly and loudly protested against the public vote by throwing their music sheets in the air and ripping them. And honestly they were doing god's work, cause the public vote overturned theirs, which led to the exclusion of singer Malika Ayane from the podium, and allowed the disgreced prince and his two subjects to place second, yes second (2nd) in the competition.

9. 2019 - Singer Ultimo places second and promptly launches into a tirade against the jury and the journalists whose votes eventually led to Mahmood's victory. He claims that he should have won cause the public vote was heavily skewed in his favor (true) and that it's not fair that a handful of people (industry experts, mind you) have the power to overturn the situation like this. Anyone who watches eurovison should be intimately familiar with this type of drama, but what makes this funny for me personally is the irony of his name literally meaning "Last". Here you can see him in his light blue suit graciously accepting defeat.

10. 2020 - Bugogate.

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So what happened? I’m gonna give the TL;DR version:

April 15, 1989. Hu Yaobang, a former Communist Party Chief dies.

Many people, including  workers, laborer, students and some officials come to mourn. You see, those protestors were originally there to mourn, not protest.

Time passed and there were some hunger strikes, and protests, and a call for accountability and reform from the government.

Eventually, things went south, because the communist party doesn’t have time to deal with these sorts of “demands” and grievances.

Keep in mind, the people wanted not the end of the Communist Party, but for the party to stop with the official corruption, rule of law, and the gross monopoly of information and power.

Incidentally, China still suffers from all of these SAME problems to this day…

June 3, 1989. The massacre started at night to disperse the crowd. Many were shot, wounded, and killed.

June 4, 1989. Some of the parents of the protestors who never came home went looking for them. It was still total mayhem.

June 5, 1989. The iconic image of the tank man was taken. To this day, no one knows what became of this person.

Content Warning for video: blood

“Tell the world…”

I cannot stress how important it is that people remember and know about this event. Do you know how China responded? With lies and censorship.

Even now, in 2016, we do not have an official death toll on the Tiananmen Square Massacre, the Chinese government doesn’t even acknowledge the event as a “massacre”. And they weaves these cover stories of “counter revolutionaries trying to overthrow the government”. Therefore, the violence was necessary to ~protect~ the people. (Or some bullshit like that)

The amount of lying and censorship in China is, quite frankly, scary amazing. Tumblr, which somehow managed to fly under their radar, found itself being blocked in that country.

After all, tell a lie often enough and it becomes the truth.

And those who remember the incident in China? …………well, you tell me.

What the fucking hell.

I just remember thinking it was a happy event, because all these people were out on the street, and at first the army were interacting with these people. And it almost looked like a festival because people were singing and talking, and hopeful. And then tv coverage for the events got cut off.

The blocking of the live coverage had all the adults anxious, nobody said anything for ages, I just remember my grandmother saying, “Just be glad your father isn’t in China, now.”

And that stuck with me to this day. Because yeah, if dad had been in China then he would have been in Beijing studying, he would have been on those streets with those other students.

It was the first time I knew that something horrible had happened to all those people I saw on the television. I don’t even remember how I knew that the army must have shot at the civilians, I just knew. Because when you grow up in China, especially in the 80s you knew there were things you don’t say, that you can’t express in a public forum, because that can get you and your family in trouble. You just knew, and it didn’t fucking matter if your were a child or an adult.

To this day I don’t remember how I found out what happened in Tiananmen Square, because the news covered it up, but people found out. My grandparents knew, my uncles and aunts knew. Extended family visited my grandparents, I remember people telling my mother not to mention my father’s name because my father was a Chinese Beijing University graduate, who had gone overseas. Because there were people who died in the protests that my dad knew.

And it was all just so frightening because nobody was telling me directly what was happening, but I just knew that all the people on the streets was probably dead.

Looking back on it, Tiananmen Square instilled in a me a life long distrust of governments, but especially the Chinese government. I’m ethnically Chinese but I never want to return to China, not even for a holiday, and this has been my attitude even before Xi Jinping took power. Because Tiananmen Square was a peaceful protest that ended up with the army using heavy artillery against their own people. How can you trust in a system, in a government like that? Because if my dad had delayed further studies overseas by two years he would have been one of those students, one of those fucking kids on the streets that would have died.

And you know, when the Umbrella movement was happening in Hong Kong I was deeply panicked and just anxious because I kept on thinking all those people, all those kids are going to be killed. And when that didn’t happen it was such a relief.

When I found out years later that Chinese people a few years younger than me didn’t know what happened in Tiananmen Square I was so fucking angry. I can’t even articulate the rage and the sheer tiredness of it all.

That night, and in the upcoming months, Hong Kong was in perpetual tears, and in literal shock.

Hong Kongers were mostly Chinese, just south of the border with people traveling back and forth. It also shared a language, and so HKers could follow the whole movement and hear news that western media had little access to without the distorting effect of translations. And they followed very closely, because by then, Hong Kong was already scheduled to be returned to China in 8 years time. How the Chinese government dealt with the movement would be a sign of how it’d treat dissent, how it’d treat people who’re used to the idea and practice of freedom.

What they saw was deadly. Ugly. It broke the hearts of millions of Hong Kongers who trusted that The Chinese Government had left its Great Leap Forward, its Cultural Revolution days behind. Those who could leave, left. Everyday the airport was filled with families about to be torn apart, who decided to trade the life they had in one of the richest, most vibrant and freest city at the time with the unknown, just so their own children would have the freedom to speak their minds, to have a higher education and not to be seen as the enemy of the state because higher education always led to independent thinking, to questioning, to asking for a better government as those university students in Beijing in the spring and summer of 1989 did.

The heartbreak and fear was almost palpable in its intensity. Most HKers were refugees from China or 1st generation of them. Unlike the HK youths now protesting who are more generations removed, they felt much more connected to the people in China. They still saw themselves as Chinese, like those students in Beijing. They mourned. They cried and cried and cried. They wore black or white everyday like it was the death of their closest relatives. TV stations played these Tiananmen Square clips all day. I can still play many of them out of my memory, can still recite what the students and government officials said (for example, they didn’t use tear gas because they only had three), the songs played — I know every word of China’s national anthem for that reason; the students were singing it. They were patriotic. They demanded reforms because they wanted their country to do better. 8964 was and still is, etched in my psyche. It is just one of the long list of atrocities this government has done against its people, but this one, I was close enough to feel it.

China censored the June 4th Massacre quickly and thoroughly — if you believe China has censored queer material, for example, I’d say this — the extent of that censorship is not even close to what a true China censorship does. A true Chinese censorship is you can’t find the info, or a hint of that info anywhere. You can’t talk about it in a roundabout away. You can’t change some elements of time/place/person and pretend it’s fictional. It would literally ban the numbers 8,9,6,4 from search results, even though the searcher may really be just be interested in the numbers themselves. Whoever speaks of it may be sent to the police station for a “discussion”; their family would be sent, if the speaker is outside China; the speaker may be arrested, and may never be seen again.

The western worlds pretended to be enraged about the massacre for a while and soon forgot about it, kept its diplomatic relations with China and did business with its government as usual. UK returned Hong Kong to China as scheduled, on July 1st, 1997. The city has been the only place that insisted on the mourning the victims and had done so insistently, consistently for 30 years, holding a yearly candlelight vigil in Victoria Park until this year, when because of the protests, the Chinese government decided to not even pretend to honour the international treaty they signed that promised HK its freedom until 2047 anymore. They shut the vigil down in the name of the pandemic (there were <10 cases/day then). Still, some people risked being arrested to go to Victoria park and lit their candles.

The Chinese government fears HKers for this reason. They are outside their iron curtain / firewall but have always been close enough geographically, culturally and ethnically to know and more so, to care. And there’s nothing more a government like China’s fear than people who insist on remembering the truth. With the National Security Law in place in Hong Kong now, probably the yearly vigils can’t continue. To understand how insane that law is, by writing this reblog, by saying things that make you dislike the Chinese government, I’m already in violation of its Article 38. It doesn’t matter I’m writing it in a foreign country. It doesn’t matter I’m a foreign citizen. That law includes everyone on Earth.

Yes, that includes you. And you. And you. And you. They can arrest you for trying to overthrow the Chinese government if you pass the borders of Hong Kong.

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