In “Israel” they call this kind of narrative in media “Shooting and crying.”

This kind of apologia is/was often applied to the US military’s actions in every historical conflict, up to the present day. I have also seen American police officers use this kind of apologia when they are criticized for discrimination, murder, and various other crimes. They say “Oh, you civilians couldn’t possibly understand how hard it is to be a cop. It’s so difficult and traumatic.”

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.

The wind whips it around as if it's about to be ripped from its place, and the cold seeps mercilessly into our bodies. Our blankets haven't dried in days, the weather is unkind, and each night is harder than the last.

For three days now, I've been searching for someone to help me buy a usable tent and my medicine, but my plea gets lost among the posts and goes unheard. Please, I'm not asking for much; just donate what you can. Please donate.

His name is Ramzi Abu Redwan. During the time the picture was taken he was 8 years old. Today he is 36 and has become a world-class solo musician and composer, playing the Oud, Buzuq, Violin and Viola. 

here’s my personal fave of what i’ve heard so far from his top 5

“Kazul’s not my dragon.“ Cimorene said sharply. “I’m her princess. You’ll never have any luck dealing with dragons if you don’t get these things straight.”

“You have to be so motivated that you have to want to draw so badly that it’s like taking away your oxygen not to draw. It has to be so much a part of your expression and your personality that you cannot live without it. You can’t go for more than two days without drawing. I mean, it is that basic a need for me.”

“[As a child,] I was too imaginative and sensitive. I used to burst into tears at the slightest thing and I was terrified, of people especially. I had trouble, I think, separating reality and fantasy. I learned to read early and I loved to read and I just lived in storybooks and in pictures. That was more real to me than the world. And, in a way, it still is.”

“For the past thirty years I’ve lived in a big old farmhouse in northwestern New Hampshire. Some part of it always needs fixing – there’s always a room falling off or a roof caving in – but to me it is home. Mostly there are walls and walls of books that hold it up and keep out the cold. I live here with my partner, Jean, who helps me keep it all going, and our two dogs, two cats, and five sheep. Jean is a teacher and the director of a little school where kids actually have fun learning.”

[To fellow illustrator Jim Arnosky] “I want a page of hands. You need to learn to draw hands.”

[To Arnosky, who lived in a rural Pennsylvia cabin with his pregnant wife and kid] “I’m giving you this cover assignment on one condition: that you get water put in that cabin.”

[To author Eric Kimmel] “Why is it that when­ev­er some­one writes a sto­ry about knights, ladies, and drag­ons, they send this shit to me?”

[To a Caldecott commitee organizer who asked if she enjoyed the dinner at the ceremony] “Oh, yes. Especially the dessert. It looked like a large chocolate penis.”

[To Kimmel] “Lis­ten, Eric. I know this is scary for you now. It’s real­ly noth­ing in the big scheme of things. Do you want to know what’s going to hap­pen? We live. We die. And in the mid­dle we have some good times and some bad times. That’s your sto­ry. That’s my sto­ry. That’s the sto­ry of every­body who ever lived and who­ev­er is going to live. You just hope that when the end comes, it will be quick and won’t be too painful.

“As for what you just told me, it will work itself out. The best result you’re hop­ing for prob­a­bly won’t hap­pen. But nei­ther will the worst. It will end up some­where in the mid­dle. It’s all about mon­ey any­way, which is not that big a deal. You’ll write a check and that will be the end of it. Life moves on and so will you. I promise that the next time we get togeth­er we’ll have a drink and laugh about it.

“There’s one more thing I want you to remem­ber while you’re going through it all. Pills help. So does booze. And so do friends. So use them.”

[On the Dykes on Bikes at a mid-90s Gay Pride Parade in San Francisco, to Kimmel] “Did you see that, Eric? There are a lot of us.”