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sometimes i wish i spoke no English at all. on Indigenous anger and languages:
"red language" heid e. erdrich // “devils language” marilyn dumont // the chase kent monkman // “the disconnection” clark douglas // braiding sweetgrass robin wall kimmerer // "the word for gossip" eric gansworth // honouring my spirit helpers christi belcourt // “dear new blood” mark turcotte
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sometimes i wish i spoke no English at all. on Indigenous anger and languages:
“red language” heid e. erdrich // “devils language” marilyn dumont // the chase kent monkman // “the disconnection” clark douglas // braiding sweetgrass robin wall kimmerer // "the word for gossip" eric gansworth // honouring my spirit helpers christi belcourt // “dear new blood” mark turcotte
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Unpopular opinion but literally not one person in the world should have their human rights violated
If one person's rights can be waved away, so can yours
yes, even those people.
Fuck it, adding on: This is why it's frustrating to see criminal defense lawyers getting a bad rep.
The right to a fair trial is a human right. In practice, a fair trial necessitates a lawyer. This means that even if somebody committed the worst crimes you could possibly imagine, they still deserve a lawyer.
Somebody has to defend them as a matter of human rights. As one of my professors said, way back in my first semester at uni: "Everybody deserves to have somebody in their corner."
nb the source of criminal defense attorneys getting a bad rep is always, always copaganda. same with the incredibly bullshit narrative of “if you didn’t do anything wrong then why do you need a lawyer?” the purpose of both these terrible stupid pro-cop arguments are to deny you your legal rights.
Someone else said it very well here on this website:
A government whose people lose their rights once they become criminals has a very vested interest in making their critics criminals.
Here's something which changed my entire perspective on criminal defense lawyers.
There is absolutely no one else in the room whose job it is to make sure the court plays by its own rules. The state has the power to take your liberty from you and put you in prison for arbitrary amounts of time. And it has a whole lot of money and resources and professionals to make that happen. But the only person in the courtroom who has any interest in making sure that power isn't abused? Is the defense lawyer.
Defense attorneys defend a lot of people they might not like. Some people, they might even be glad to see them found guilty. But there is something noble in being the person who makes sure the rules are followed as that guilty verdict is found. And they deserve our respect for that.
P.S. If you're in the US, read Supreme Injustice, and you will very quickly realize that over the last decade and a half you have lost almost all of your rights to that. It's terrible and you should be very, very mad.
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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On this day, 26 December 1862 the largest mass execution in US history took place when 38 Native American Dakota people were hanged during the US-Dakota War of 1862. Some of the trials of the Native Americans lasted less than 5 minutes, and president Abraham Lincoln personally reviewed the trial paperwork and approved the death penalties. * Learn more Indigenous resistance and genocide in An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States, by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, available here: https://bookshop.org/a/80203/9780807057834 https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/1884859665032508/?type=3
nothing weve posted are even firecrackers compared to this fucking atomic bomb of a post
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every time i remember that photo of the little inuk girl with her puppy i engage in inconsolable hysterics
this is it. this is the photo of all time
i wish all affluent people who are in college and make nonstop jokes about being poor a very understand that poverty is not a temporary condition
if you are poor for four years and know the exact date at which it will end, you have not experienced poverty.
this is the same reason that "politicians should have to live a month on minimum wage to see what it's like" doesn't work. poverty is a lack of resources beyond monetary ones. it's not having family members you can borrow money from. it's not having a place to stay if you were outdoors for a bit. it's not having the nice kitchen equipement with which you could make food more cheaply. it's having to buy cheaper things which will break sooner because you can't afford the better ones.
the bit about knowing the end date is not a semantic point to make me feel better. if you know you'll be out of this soon, it enables you to make choices you otherwise couldn't. you can splurge on pizza delivery or spend half your paycheck on good shoes because it isn't real. if a crisis comes, the irreality of this situation allows you to deal with it. you can ask your parents for money, you can stay with someone for a while. impoverished people can't.
i think a lot of times otherwise progressive people come out of college more classist because they think they know what it's like to be poor now, and they made the right choices, so why doesn't everyone else? you weren't, and you didn't. poverty is more than that.
I remember having a conversation with friends in college about how there's a very real difference between BROKE and POOR, and it's exactly this. You might be a broke student/recent grad, but if you know it's temporary and you have a significant safety net, that's worlds away from actually being poor.
dead poets society is full of beautiful cinematic moments but out of all of them i think my single favorite frame is when we catch todd going through the integral gay experience of staring directly and intensely at the locker room floor while people are getting changed around him
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these letters were written in fire
from the notebooks of anne verveine - rosanna warren // notes from a missing person - jennifer kwon dobbs // portrait of a lady on fire // would that i - hozier // intimiate letters - rosanna warren // sappho 31 // the life of a stupid man - ryunosuke akutagawa // there's nothing left for you - mitski
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[ID: two excerpts from “a cyborg manifesto” by donna haraway.
highlighted in yellow: “The cyborg would not recognize the Garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.”
highlighted in green: “Pre-cybernetic machines could be haunted; there was always the specter of the ghost in the machine.”
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Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...
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this made me cry, so i have to share it. i can’t tell you how much of this feels like it was about my childhood.
“Some nights, always alone, I go out in stolen makeup and women’s clothes with an ID I found in a lost wallet. I never feel more male than on these nights”
this has been fucking me up for a minute
there is too much that i want to quote here and not enough to convince you that this will be one of, if not the, most important pieces you will read this year.
“I hate that the only effective response I can give to “boys are shit” is “well I’m not a boy.” I feel like I am selling out the boy in baseball pajamas that sat with me on the bed while I tried to figure out which one I was supposed to be, and the boys who I have met and loved from inside my boy suit—who believed they were talking to a boy. I feel like I am burning the history of the naked body that sits on the floor of my shower. The body that went to prom in a boxy tuxedo and coveted the gowns.”
Everybody should mandatorily have to read this article before they claim to be an ally to trans women.
What I look like is this: a boy. A boy who has inherited a little more body hair than he can fight back, even in the places where he’s allowed to. A boy many ciswomen look at and say “you look like you like Mac DeMarco, ha ha.” (I do.) “I bet you read Jonathan Franzen.” (I don’t.) “I bet you like Breaking Bad.” (It was pretty good.) “I bet you are a self-proclaimed male feminist ally but don’t read women authors.” (Fuck right the fuck off.)
These women have explained to me, with self-righteous anger, with smug superciliousness, what a transwoman is.
Part of me wants them to go through my books—wants them to see where the raised, blurred stipples are, which pages of which books are warped by tears going back over a decade.
Most of me wants them nowhere near my books or anything else of mine.
I can’t stress enough that this is absolutely required reading for trans allies. Especially for those calling themselves trans inclusive feminists. Especially for cis folk. Especially for ALL queer identifying folk
Stages of Decomposition, Embroidery by calicoranger
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As Promised: the Jimi Hendrix art of Jean Giraud, aka Moebius.
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