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Rest in Peace to Renee Good. ICE shooting an innocent 37 year old mother attempting to protect her neighbors is not an accident or an act of self defense, it is an act of terror designed to dissuade other people from stepping in, documenting ICE violence and reminding immigrants of their rights. Her son is now an orphan and the president of the United States is calling her a āprofessional agitatorā on social media.
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because i love yāall, iām sharing my familyās recipe for apple tea (traditional fall/winter drink in west asia, turkey, and many areas of the balkans)
itās like a more delicate version of apple cider and i basically live off of this stuff when the weather starts to cool!
Apple Tea (for two)
1 large apple or 2 small, shredded (you can use a cheese grater)
3 cups water
1-2 cinnamon sticks
2-3 pc clove (optional)
honey to taste
1 tsp of lemon juice (add at end)
green tea (optional! the lebanese version usually calls for green tea but i actually prefer it without. up to you!)
throw it all in a pot and let it simmer on a low temperature for an hour or so. while itās simmering, it will also make your home smell delicious! (if you make it with green tea, add the tea at the end, about five minutes before taking it off the heat so the flavor doesnāt become bitter from oversteeping). strain into your cups and enjoy hot.
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"People die rushing. You have no idea who I am. You need to be more careful."
DIEGO LUNA as CASSIAN ANDOR in Andor, Season 2 [2/4]
2x04 ā "Ever Been to Ghorman?"
2x05 ā "I Have Friends Everywhere"
2x06 ā "What a Festive Evening"
So, long story short, the Vuelta a EspaƱa is the spanish version of the Tour de France: A three-weeks-long cycling race that goes around the country. It's probably the 3rd more important/prestigious tournament in the cycling world (after the Tour and the Giro d'Italia), and it's a pretty big deal over here (Cycling competes with a couple of other sports to be the 2nd more popular sport in the country).
So, this year, one of the invited teams is "Israel Premier Tech". It's, as its name clues, an israeli team. But, again, as you can see in the name, it's not just a team from Israel, but a team whose motive is being a Israel promotional tool. So when they were included in the team rooster this year, there was a huge uproar because, you know, Israel is actively committing a genocide as we speak.
The race org take was that this is a private team that doesn't officially represent the country (unlike what happens, for example, in Eurovision), but it's kind of hard to defend when the team owner is close friends with Netanyahu and, well, the fact the team is literally called "Israel": if you're not familiar with cycling, the usual name convention is that the teams use the name of the company that sponsors them (Cofidis, Lidl Trek, Movistar team, etc), and in this case, the sponsor is a company called Premier Tech, so adding "Israel" to the name is a way to tie the identity of the team with its country of origin.
So long story short, the Vuelta organization refused to ban them from the tournament, which has been going on already for two weeks...
... And chat, the Spaniards have risen to the occasion like an evening star.
You see, all these kinds of cycling races are done on public roads. Most of the days the rides go over 200km of public roads, so people can just go to the streets of their town and see them pass by. So, unlike Eurovision, it's literally impossible to have any kind of control access.
And, well...
This has been happening every day for the last two weeks. A couple of days ago, the organization even cut the daily race three kilometers short because there were too many people protesting by the real finish line (12 people were detained by the police in the protests).
Even the general attitude of the media and politicians had been looking at the protests and going "good for them": some of the biggest sport journalists in the country have declared their support for the protests, the Spanish government has publicly asked the Vuelta organization to ban the team, etc.
Honestly, it's being pretty awesome to finally see this kind of massive reaction against the normalisation of the genocide we are seeing elsewhere.
It was Bilbao where the race had to be cut short. All of Spain is very pro Palestine but the Basque Country in particular, we take no shit. And the Spanish right wing is losing it over that.
Yes, and it was in Asturias where 12 people have been detained for trying to block the race (sorry I had to claim some of the coolness for my home province š)
Yesterday's stage had to be cut 8km short because of the massive protests by the real finish line. The race keeps going on every day until next Sunday, where it ends in Madrid. Protests are not showing any sign of stopping.
Vuelta a Espana organisers reiterates their desire to finish the race in Madrid on Sunday as planned despite pro-Palestinian protests disrup
By the way, Javier Guillem (Vuelta's director) is comparing his race with FIFA international matches, where Israel hasn't been excluded (yet) and asking why they are required to threat them differently.
But in reality, FIFA matches are a private competition organized by a private entity played on private locations. I think it's disgraceful that they are not doing anything, but it's their own private business.
In the case of the Vuelta, Javier, you are using our public streets, our roads, our towns, our landmarks, to run your race, and hence, to promote the image of a country committing genocide. All those people, in their own streets, in their own towns, are just telling you we don't accept this sportwashing happening in our commons.
And more news: Today stage was supposed to be a 27km time trial in Valladolid (which is the stereotipical 'right-wing city' in Spain, so the last place where you would expect a strong pro-palestine presence), and they just announced they are cutting it short to 12km so the police can have a higher degree of control over the race.
It's honestly kind of crazy they keep going. I'm not sure they are going to be able to control Madrid like this next Sunday.
My friends... someone in the notes mentioned how this have been looking like a competition between different Autonomous Communities (the spanish equivalent to US' states) trying to demonstrate who is more pro-palestinian. Catalunya, Euskadi, Asturias, Galiza, Castile-Leon... all of them have done great deeds trying to boycott the Vuelta if it didn't stop sportwashing Israel.
But oh, Madrid. Madrid has become legend today.
MadrileƱes have manage to make the Vuelta org
CANCEL THE LAST STAGE, CANCEL THE LAST DAY, INCLUDING THE AWARDS CEREMONY AND EVERYTHING.
The last stage was supposed to arrive to Madrid, and then the riders would ride the last 30km or so by doing 8 laps on an urban circuit around Madrid's central neighborhoods.
The very-much-right-wing Madrid major had mobilized 1500 cops to control this urban circuit... but there was just to many protesters. They torn down the fences, the took the roads. So when the riders arrived to Madrid, they found a solid block of people stopping them from entering the city center.
So the Organization decided to just cancel everything and send everyone to their hotels. The last day, the big day, the finish line. All done.
After decades working the fields in Italy, Balvir Kumar āBirraā was still paid barely five euros an hour. Killed in an accident last month,
For the second summer in a row, I find myself writing about Punjabis in Italy under the urge of a tragedy. In 2024, it was the horrible death of Satnam Singh, the farmworker left to die by his employer in Latina. This year, it is the July 18 road accident that took the life of Balvir Kumar āBirra,ā who was run over by a car while cycling to the fields where he harvested the same zucchini that arrive so cheap and fresh on our tables.
The case last summer had triggered widespread outrage, both due to its bloody details (Satnam suffered severe wounds after an accident with an agricultural machine) and to the cruelty of his employer (who dumped Satnamās body in front of his house instead of taking him to the hospital, which resulted in his death). It attracted international attention, being featured on global news and inspiring waves of protests, demonstrations, and police interventions in the area and beyond. Birraās death, in contrast, passed almost completely unnoticed ā dismissed quickly as yet another fatal accident on the Via Pontina, āthe most dangerous road of the Lazio region.ā
Like Satnam, Birra met his death in the Latina province, south of Rome, where the death rate in road accidents increased by 47 percent from 2019 to 2023, and where agricultural labor is mostly performed by migrant workers, a large share of them Punjabis. Yet Birraās death ā rather like Satnamās ā should not be ignored as a mere accident: it could have been avoided, if only the employers and the state assumed the responsibility of protecting their most vulnerable and essential workers.
Dying for Work
In 2024, I had moved to the Latina province for a few months to conduct my doctoral research on the Punjabi community in Italy. The scarcity of public transportation in this rural setting forces most residents to travel either by car or bike. The main roads are heavily trafficked, with large trucks and cars driving fast, not enough space for passing and no speed checks.
On both sides of these roads, countless migrants cycle to and from the fields where they work (too many hours, for too little payment), day and night, in all weather conditions; they travel without helmets, on the tiny space between the white lines edging the roadway and the fields, protected only by the bright reflective jackets that the local labor unions distribute among them for free. Driving daily to collect interviews and surveys with Punjabi migrants in the area, I remember feeling a constant terror of getting in a road accident with one of them.
Birra was one of the first Punjabi workers I interviewed in the area, though I only got to know his full name after his death. Just six days before he died, I received prasad (sacramental food) from his hands while attending the Sunday liturgy in the temple where he lived and volunteered, cooking and serving food for the community of devotees. Birra was sixty-one years old, came from the village of Salempur near Hoshiarpur in Indiaās Punjab state, and was married with two children.
He had arrived in Italy at the age of thirty-three, in 1998, simply ākam karan leiā ā to work. He was the first of two brothers and five sisters; his father worked as mason, his mother was a housewife. After marriage, his brother-in-law convinced him to go abroad to earn money and helped him pay for the trip. Like many other Punjabis at the time, Birra arrived in Italy ādonkeyā style ā meaning, from India to Russia by air, and from Russia to Italy by road, after paying some thousands of euros to various agents to take him across borders. He had some friends in the Latina province and headed there, where he ended up staying and working in agriculture for the next twenty-seven years.
āZucchine, in serra: pianto, lego, quando cresce poi raccolgo,ā (āZucchini, in the greenhouses; I plant them, tie them, then when they grow, I harvest them,ā) he explained, in the few Italian words he knew despite his long-term residence in this country. He had lived without documents for the first four years until, in 2002, he managed to get regularized. Employers demand that Punjabi migrants like Birra pay large fees simply to get a job contract and the proof of dwelling needed to obtain a residence permit, and make them pay their tax contributions from their own pockets.
The whole regularization process remains opaque to them: as Birra admitted, āI donāt know the details, I donāt understand these things, they do it all by themselves.ā With another Punjabi worker, he shared a room provided by his employer, in exchange for which he looked after the employerās cattle and fields for ā¬700 per month. Of this, he sent ā¬500 back to Punjab to pay back his debts and sustain left-behind family: his daughter is currently pursuing a law degree in college; his son is also studying but wants to go abroad, too.
Birra said he did not want to reunite his family in Italy since the living conditions there were too harsh. He instead aimed to move back to India as soon as he had saved enough money to live comfortably. One year before our interview, Birra had left his flat in town ā where he had lived for ten years ā because his flatmateās wife had moved from Punjab and he was told to search for another place. Facing the same housing shortages that all migrant workers in the area complain of, Birra finally found shelter in the temple, where he prayed and did seva (volunteering) daily, being very close to the Baba-ji (priest).
Birra was in fact deeply religious: he used to wear a turban in Punjab but removed it during the journey to Italy to avoid attracting attention, and since then had stopped wearing it. He described his routine thus: āI wake up at 3:30, I get ready, prepare some food for lunch, drink tea, then Baba-ji wakes up, so I pray with him and then at 5:30 I go to work by bike; we start at 6.ā
It was indeed 5:30 a.m. when Birra was hit by a car on his way to work and breathed his last on the road; he was cycling, with three colleagues, on a main street perpendicular to Via Pontina, where so many cyclists before him lost their lives in road accidents (and so many more will, if nobody takes action). He was supposed to start harvesting at 6 a.m. in the field where he worked year-round for ā¬5 or ā¬6 per hour, under short-term contracts that declared far fewer hours than those he actually worked.
His coworkers say that he was worried about arriving late to work because the day before, he had left his e-bike at a repair shop and borrowed a regular bicycle to pedal to the field. Moreover, he had been exposed to toxic pesticides without protective gear in the zucchini field two days earlier, and the fumes had left him with breathing problems and high blood pressure. These two details did not emerge in the report, precisely because they make clear that his job conditions and marginal position in Italy played a big role in what happened ā making it almost a workplace death rather than a road accident.
It's Like That
Birra belonged to the Ravidassia-Chamar, a Dalit caste in Punjab, among the most disadvantaged in Indian society. When I asked him about his experience of caste, he replied simply, āI donāt see any difference between people, I believe we all are humans and we live, work, and eat the same.ā However, in our wrecked world, it is clear that we do not live, work, and eat the same. When Birra dies on the road, the news mentions only that āa man of Indian nationality, maybe a farmworker, died in an accident.ā His story, his character, his life are deemed unworthy of note and ultimately expendable. Nobody will compensate his family for the loss; if anything, his wife will have to pay a large sum to get his lifeless body back to Punjab, where he had hoped to one day return.
He is ā according to the Italian General Confederation of Labor (CGIL) union active in the area ā the one hundred and fifteenth bike-accident fatality in Italy since the beginning of 2025; many of these are migrants on their way to work. Given the conditions in which they work in the primary sector, with exhausting long days, no protective gear, no sick or paid leave, irregular contracts, low salaries, and abusive gangmasters and employers, their chances of getting into accidents due to fatigue and stress are huge. Who will seek justice for them? Who will prevent others from meeting the same end? Why do the ā local, regional, national, global ā state authorities systematically fail to protect the lives of those who reproduce life in the first place?
This article is my small testimony to Birra; he will live in the memory of everyone who met him and of his family back home, who now mourns his loss. I will never forget his smiling eyes; his clumsy, swaying walk; his contagious laughter and quick way of speaking, as if he was in a rush to end the sentence; his funny bhangra dance moves; and how he gave a ā¬10 banknote to an eight-year-old girl on her birthday, equivalent to two hours of his hard work. One of his friends ā who informed me about his death ā remembers him by the few words they used to jokingly tell each other whenever they met: āedda haiā (āitās like thatā). Itās like that, Birra, but it shouldnāt be.
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Annie is a force of nature when she challenges Cornbread. She is the gravitational point for all the other characters. Cornbread tries to move around her, to address Smoke, because it's Elijah who is considered the weaker link, not she. Yet he does not succeed because Annie's concerns are not dismissed. She is the carrier of knowledge, of tradition. All the characters in that room have her in high regard. She is LISTENED to and she is never treated as some paranoid, hysterical woman. I found it refreshing.