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i included the steps under a readmore here since they include pictures and since this is a rough topic to be able to look back after, since it really hasnt even been four months. remember to take care of urselves first

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I have started this public google doc so we can start sharing our favourite feel good Lets Plays which just happen to NOT feature a certain individual.

Please share and add to this, lets get a good list together!

Geoff tells Michael a great kept secret one day, as he trusts the young man more than anyone in the room, that it’s all for Geoff’s and the Fakes’ safety. The Vagabond’s real name: Ryan Haywood.

And it hits Michael. Could it be the same Ryan Haywood he met at an international camp all those years ago?

The name sends his mind into a flashback: Michael remembers attending an international camp for young adults held in Maryland a decade ago. He was 18. Ryan was a few years older… Michael doesn’t remember that tidbit very well. But what he remembers well: He had a huge crush on Ryan. HUGE. Ryan had been so nice and accommodating, one of the sweetest guys he’d ever met. And Michael was almost sure they had a thing going. Yet, he never saw Ryan again after the camp. Sure, there had been letters exchanged, but that quickly faded once Ryan moved away. It worried Michael a lot, but he was forced to move on by time.

So what if this is the same Ryan? And what are the fucking odds if it is?

-So he sends us all over to raid Jeremy's stream and let him know he's coming for midnight brownies. We all tell Jeremy and he doesn't believe us until he gets a text from Matt. So Matt says he's watching the stream and wants proof, Jeremy cuts up the brownies and sticks them in a container. He sets the container out for Matt then goes to write a little note. It turns out his front door didn't close and 2/3 of his cats ended up on his front porch. He gets them all in and the day is saved. Wild. 

https://twitter.com/Axialmatt/status/1286176415935877121?s=20

professors are urging their students to let them know if theyre not gonna come to class so theyll know that theyre still alive

parents are telling their kids not to come home late, or if they will, to take an uber even though its priced like 5x more

people are sharing constitutional rights on twitter, to teach everyone what to say to the popos just in case

nobody trusts the police anymore

police have a QUOTA of “drug addicts” they need to kill

almost 13k dead without due process, but chines drug lords and presidents son who were involved in a drug smuggling worth 6 billion are still walking free

all it takes is a facebook rumor to put you on the hit list

politicians who are criticizing the administration are being impeached

politicians who love the administration admit that their duty is to the president, NOT to the people

theres been talks in extending the presidents term

It literally feels like an unofficial dictatorship

numbers of people dead and arrested because of the war on drugs as of january 2017

17 and 19 yr olds tortured and killed by the police

presidents son involved in 6 billion drug smuggling has charges suddenly dropped

twitter thread on what to do in case the police accuses you of being a drug dealer

what to do in case the police demands to search your stuff

police suddenly shows up at bars near a university demanding to search students bags

president orders police NOT to share case files with the commission of human rights

talks about extending the presidents term until 2025 bc federalism

house of representatives votes to give commission on human rights a budget of $20 for the WHOLE YEAR

“I want to tell a story about an invisible elephant.

Once upon a time, when I was in graduate school at UCSB, the department of religious studies held a symposium on diasporic religious communities in the United States. Our working definition for religious diaspora that day was, “religious groups from elsewhere now residing as large, cohesive communities in the US.” It was a round table symposium, so any current scholar at the UC who wanted to speak could have a seat at the table. A hunch based on hundreds of years of solid evidence compelled me to show up, in my Badass Academic Indigenous Warrior Auntie finery.

There were around 15-20 scholars at the table, and the audience was maybe fifty people. There was one Black scholar at the table, and two Latinx scholars, one of whom was one of my dissertation advisors. The other was a visiting scholar from Florida, who spoke about the diasporic Santería community in Miami. But everyone else at the table were white scholars, all progressively liberal in their politics, many of whom were my friends. Since there was no pre-written agenda, I listened until everyone else had presented. I learned a tremendous amount about the Jewish diaspora in the US, and about the Yoruba/Orisha/Voudou, Tibetan Buddhist, Muslim, and Hindu communities, and even about a small enclave of Zoroastrians.

As they went on, I realized my hunch had been correct, and I listened to them ignore the elephant, invisible and silent, at that table.

So I decided to help her speak the hell up. “Hello, my name is Julie Cordero. I’m working on my PhD in Ethnobotany, Native American Religious Traditions, and history of global medical traditions. I’d like to talk about the European Catholic and Protestant Christian religious diaspora in the United States, as these are the traditions that have had by far the greatest impact on both the converted and non-converted indigenous inhabitants of this land.”

Total silence. And then several “hot damns” from students and colleagues in the audience. I looked around the table at all the confused white faces. My Latinx advisor slapped his hand on the table and said, “Right!!?? Let’s talk about that, colleagues.”

The Black scholar, who was sitting next to me, started softly laughing. As I went on, detailing the myriad denominations of this European Christian Diaspora, including the Catholic diocese in which I’d been raised and educated, and the brutal and genocidal Catholic and Protestant boarding schools that had horribly traumatized generations of First Nations children, and especially as I touched on how Christians had twisted the message of Christ to try and force people stolen from Africa to accept that their biblically-ordained role was to serve the White Race, her laughs grew more and more bitter.

The Religious Studies department chair, who’d given a brilliant talk on the interplay between Jewish and Muslim communities in Michigan, stopped me at one point, and said, “Julie, I see the point you are so eloquently making, but you’re discussing American religions, not religious diasporic communities.” I referred to the definition of diaspora we had discussed at the start of the discussion, and then said, “No, Clark. If I were here to discuss religions that were not from elsewhere, I’d be discussing the Choctaw Green Corn ceremony, the Karuk Brush Dance, the Big Head ceremonial complex in Northern California, the Lakota Sun Dance, or the Chumash and Tongva Chingichnich ritual complex.”

It got a bit heated for a few moments, as several scholars-without-a-damn-clue tried to argue that we were here to discuss CURRENT religious traditions, not ancient.

Well. I’ll let you use your imagination as to the response from the POC present, which was vigorously backed by the three young First Nations students who were present in the audience (all of whom practice their CURRENT ceremonial traditions). It got the kind of ugly that only happens with people whose self-perception is that they, as liberal scholars of world cultures with lots of POC friends and colleagues, couldn’t possibly be racist.

Our Black colleague stood and left without a word. I very nearly did. But I stayed because of my Auntie role to the Native students in the audience.

I looked around at that circle of hostile faces, and waited for one single white scholar to see how unbelievably racist was this discursive erasure of entire peoples - including my people, on whose homeland UCSB is situated.

Finally, a friend spoke up. “If we are going to adhere to the definition of diaspora outlined here, she is technically correct.”

And then my dear friend, a white scholar of Buddhism: “In Buddhist tradition, the Second Form of Ignorance is the superimposition of that which is false over that which is true. In this case, all of us white scholars are assuming that every people but white Americans are ‘other,’ and that we have no culture, when the underlying fact is that our culture is so dominant that we’ve deluded ourselves into thinking it’s the neutral state of human culture against which all others are foreign. Even the Black people our ancestors abducted and enslaved we treat as somehow more foreign than ourselves. And, most absurdly, the peoples who are indigenous to this land are told that we belong here more than they do.”

People stared at their hands and doodled. The audience was dead quiet.

And you know what happened then? The elephant was no longer invisible, and my colleagues and I were able to have a conversation based on the truths about colonialism and diaspora. We were THEN able to name and discuss the distinctions between colonial settlements and immigrant settlements, and how colonial religious projects have sought to overtake, control, and own land, people, and resources, while immigrant and especially refugee diasporic communities simply seek a home free from persecution.

As we continue this national discussion, it is absolutely key to never, ever let that elephant be invisible or silent. You are on Native Land. Black descendants of human beings abducted from their African homelands are not immigrants. European cultures are just human cultures, among many. And the assignation of moral, cultural, racial superiority of European world views over all non-Euro human cultures is a profound delusion, one that continues to threaten and exterminate all people who oppose it, and even nature itself.

I hope that this story has comforted the afflicted and afflicted the comfortable.”