It Came From the Swamp

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Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

Miguel’s grief, his pride, and his biases have so clouded his judgment that anything that goes against his narrow worldview has to be dismissed and put down swiftly and brutally. Miguel is what all Spider-people fear to become: someone who has stopped trying. Someone who believes that it was their pain, and not their choices, that makes them who they are.

MJ: My husband, Peter Parker, was an ordinary person. He always said that it could be anyone behind the mask. He was just the kid who happened to get bit. He didn’t ask for his powers. But he chose to be Spider-Man. My favorite thing about Peter is that he made us each feel powerful. We all have powers of one kind or the other, and in our own way we are all Spider-Man. And we are all counting on you.

Getting bitten by a radioactive/genetic/magic/whatever spider doesn’t make you Spider-Man. All that does is give you some powers. Miguel believes that destiny chooses you to be Spider-Man, but he’s wrong.

You make yourself Spider-Man, and one person understands that better than anyone.

“There’s no playbook for raising a person like her or being a person like you.”

The entire line is the antithesis of the movie and the exact opposite of what Miguel is trying to do. He is trying to make a playbook of how to be Spider-man down to a T and literally her only frame of screen time MJ understands what Miguel doesn’t and what Miles has been trying to prove.

Scuttling across the ceiling (Pavitr)

Hissing into the void (Miles)

Bench pressing a building (Peter B)

Jumping fifty feet into the air without warning (Margo)

Building some intricate contraption in complete darkness (Hobie, emphasis on trap)

Running extremely fast without making a sound so you don’t know they’re there until it’s too late (wtf Mayday)

Or crouching into a corner, completely still like a predator watching its prey, and the moment he gets close to them, they whisper “Hey” making him scream so loud that he throws his empanadas in their face (Gwen)