#oppresion

A brave woman who deserves enormous respect.

they rely on all of us to be their voice.

times are changing and the world has gotten more humane than ever. humanity is thriving.

no longer will we be divided by colour, race, religions, goals , power. let us be who we really are. humans.

one day, when you find yourself in a similar scenario, perhaps the good we did for them at their lowest points, may return to us in an unexpected way.

you loose nothing by fighting for the weak and vulnerable.

dont choose to be blind.

Via @nastybrowgirl on ig

Daily reminder for all the non-black people reading this, do not say the n-word under any circumstance. Stop trying to justify your racism, this word is discriminatory, just shut up.

A former suspect in the murder of Caroline Crouch has accused the Greek police of torturing him to confess to a crime that he did not commit.

The 36-year-old Georgian national was arrested at the Evros border a few days after Crouch’s murder, when he attempted to leave the country using a fake passport.

According to Greek police, he was found to be a match for biological forensic evidence collected at the scene of a previous violent home invasion on March 7 in Athens, which apparently had many similarities with the murder investigated at the time in Crouch’s home.

Since then, Crouch’s husband Babis Anagnostopoulos has confessed to killing his young wife in the Athens suburb of Glyka Nera on May 11.

Where Were You in ‘68

The granola on the counter is homemade. She’s really warm and soft, not like the sunflower seeds knifing their way out of the granola. I want to go now. We’ve gotten up early, and the sun is spreading a rainbow carpet out. I know we’re going to take a train, just like when we went to see Grandma. Mommy stuffs Jonno’s chubby arms into his jacket, but I can put on my own. Mommy smiles as she hands me the baggie full of wet washcloth rolled up it’s a light green worm. I want to take my favorite one until she tell me here this is for the teargas.

When you’ve been running, and you’ve got no closer, struggle.

When you can’t see the light, but you know it’s there, struggle.

When you feel exhausted and can’t go any further, struggle.

When your exits are blocked, and there is no escape, struggle.

When there is no hope, make some,

When the rules are bad, break some,

When you’ve got no rights, take some,

When you’re out of options, fake some.

But whatever you do...

Don’t stop struggling.