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I’ve had people tell me “you should actually read the Bible sometime” like it’s a gotcha, when in reality, reading it all the way through is one of the reasons I stopped believing.
If more believers read their holy book with the same critical thought they’d bring to any other book, and if they stopped skimming for comfort and started looking straight at what’s there, I think there’d be way more agnostics.
Jameela Jamil criticized the british and called them "the most evil people in history". She got so much backlash from stating facts.
She knows what the British did to her people, and if it's anything like what they did to mine, I understand the pain that comes with that.
The British colonized my people, the came in with their whitewashed bibles with false kind-hearts and want for peace, then indoctrinated and conquered a growing nation. They slaughtered and enslaved many and stole from us, many of which they still actively refuse to give back to us. They forced different nations that functioned better apart and combined them into one before they named our country, is though it wouldn't be grounds for conflict and resentment amongst people that weren't meant to thrive that way. They took so much and finally left after they'd doomed the country to fail. My heritage would have been so much more, so diverse and prosperous if it wasn't for their invasion, religious indoctrination, and colonization. Several aspects of our culture has been watered down or rejected in the name of the white man's religion and our economy and people fall apart because they never intended for the nation to thrive on its own. Almost 60 countries have been colonized by them.
She knows the damage they did, she is not wrong in any way for not apologizing to the idiots who don't know or want to accept their history.
They may not have committed those heinous acts themselves, but denying it or reducing the severity of what was done to avoid accountability is vile.
They stole our land. With what do you want to stab them?
With a knife.
Oh, you're so strong! Allah willing, my dear.
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Brainwashing your child to want to kill people over an imaginary nation that doesn't exist and never existed. This is what the western Kaffiyeh Karens support.
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Can we talk about the fact that cult psychologists and those who study the history of cults will always specify that “cult” has no hard definition? Because the more I learn about the way the most destructive cults operate vs the way that a lot of churches operate, the more I think the only reason they specify that is because invoking a true definition would also describe the Christian church (and other organized religions). They can’t say “hey this pastor and his congregation are a cult” because that’s “religious discrimination”. (I put that in quotes because Christians love to say how oppressed they are, saying genuine criticism is infringing on their freedom of speech and right to practice religion and as someone who grew up in it, I am so fucking tired of it.)
CW! ⚠️ Mentions of religious indoctrination and/or mental/emotional abuse
Unfortunately, Sirius would be religiously indoctrinated to an INSANE amount, even years after running away to the Potters.
In my head, the Blacks had been heavily religious for centuries. Like, Christian Catholic type of thing. And Walburga would for sure drill all the usual things into Sirius’ and Regulus’ heads — all about sex being only for making kids and nothing else, masturbation being wrong and shameful, premarital intercourse and even worse, children out of wedlock being worst things ever — you get the gist.
And Sirius would probably be able to unlearn most things that he’d been taught at home, but I feel like things that fall into THAT category would always kind of stick with him? Like, there’d definitely be rumors going around all the time about him sleeping with half the school or something when he hasn’t even had his first kiss — both because he’s gotten sort of sentimental about it by then and also because he is horrifyingly ashamed about the thought of it being sinful and wrong unless it’s, like, someone he intends to marry or something.
So, when he and Remus get together, he keeps freaking out about little things that would be usual for a couple to do, y’know? Even hand-holding and cuddling is weird now, because maybe they used to be a little physically affectionate before when they were ‘just friends’, but now that they’re romantically involved, it’s like an alarm goes off in Sirius’ head anytime they touch like: ‘Whore, whore, whore, you’ll go to hell, you guys aren’t married, God will strike you down —‘, blah blah blah.
Summary: After dying in a tragic truck accident, an ordinary person is reborn as Tarak on a remote Imperial world in the Warhammer 40,000 universe, where fading memories of Earth and relentless Imperial indoctrination force them to confront the terrifying reality of growing into someone who may one day accept the Imperium as normal.
Warning: memory loss, existential horror, psychological distress, religious indoctrination, authoritarianism, child indoctrination, dystopian themes, references to genocide and persecution (Warhammer 40K setting), emotional trauma. Let me know if I need to add anything else.
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The first year passes in fragments. There are no dramatic revelations. No system. No mysterious voice explaining your quest.
Just...being a baby.
You hate it. You hate that you can't hold your own head up. You hate that your hands don't listen to you. You hate crying because you're hungry, tired, cold, wet, bored—or because your stomach hurts for reasons you can't explain.
Most of all...
You hate forgetting words. At first you know them. You know thousands of them. English. Bits of Spanish from high school. Movie quotes. Song lyrics. Random facts you'd picked up online. Then months pass.
And they blur. You can still think. Still remember. But every day it's like trying to hold water in your hands. Names slip away first. Then dates. Then the little things. You cling desperately to the important memories.
Warhammer.
Emperor.
Chaos.
Never trust anything smiling with too many teeth.
Those stay.
Everything else...
Fades.
Your mother sings while she works. You don't understand the words. Not yet. But babies are terrifyingly good at learning languages. Eventually the noises become patterns.
Patterns become meaning.
"...Tarak."
You blink. Again.
"...Tarak."
A finger pokes your chest.
"Tarak."
Oh.
That's… Your name. Tarak. Your father is taller than almost everyone else in the settlement. He laughs loudly. Works louder. You spend entire afternoons strapped to his back while he repairs machines you don't recognize.
They're old. Really old. Paint worn away. Metal patched over patched over patched. Everything looks like it should have stopped working centuries ago. Instead… It keeps going. The world isn't Earth.
That much becomes obvious long before you can walk. The sky is wrong. Not dramatically. Just… Wrong. The stars are brighter. Different. Sometimes there are streaks of impossible color dancing high above the atmosphere.
Nobody seems concerned. The settlement itself is small. Stone. Steel. Prefab habs. Fields stretching beyond the walls. A handful of armored vehicles. A landing pad. A squat tower topped with arrays that rotate day and night.
There are soldiers. Not many. A few dozen. Disciplined. Your mother calls the weapons, Lasguns. You freeze the first time you see one.
Lasgun.
Not a rifle.
A lasgun.
...
No.
No no no.
Your eyes well with tears as your young body is overwhelmed by your panic. You're in 40K. You don't cry, making sure not to. Not because you're brave. Because you've forgotten how. Instead you stare.
One of the soldiers notices.
He grins. "Future Guardsman?"
Your father laughs. "My son?"
He shakes his head. "Maker preserve us. He's too curious for that."
The soldiers laugh.
You don't.
As all children in this place goes to- there is a church-school- a Schola that all of the children are required to go to. In order to learn.
To be indoctrinated. Part of you murmurs. Learning. relearning. Numbers, letters, maths, language. Everyone. Everyone. Goes to the church for the services How to Spot and Report Heretics and Suspicion to the Arbites.
How to spot a Witch- and report them. So that the Black Ships can take them to be given the Blessings of the God Emperor, those who are chosen for Service of various kinds. This world has a Tithe to pay for the Imperium- and it’s not a Recruitment world for the Angels of the Imperium.
