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I hate hate HATE to be the mf that vagueposts about something serious but with the way fandoms have been moving recently when discussing racism…I’m not in the mood to invite klansmen to my doorstep. With that being said tho, this has been on the back of my mind, and I really need to rant about it .

To sum this up the best I can. A little over a year ago, not quite going on two, there was a racism incident in a (now private) Baki server. A Russian artist (their nationality is important, as they used it to justify their behavior) decided it would be appropriate to start a conversation about “blackwashing”. This conversation quickly devolved, as one would expect, and they:

- kept asking why they can’t draw characters of color white

- Began to parrot phrenologist talking points

- said the word “negroid” multiple times

- said the word “negro” multiple times

The conversation mainly went on for as long as they did because they led with the whole “oh I’m foreign, I’m Russian, this is what I’m taught in school and I don’t understand why it’s wrong 🥺🥺🥺” bit, and there was a presumed language barrier, so initially people engaged with them in good faith whilst explaining that the points they were making were antiblack and they needed to change how they spoke/thought about race.

This quickly fell apart because they chose to debate people on if those slurs were slurs, doubled down on the phrenology shit despite being warned, and chose to argue with the black members of said server. (I would know, I was one of them!) They were promptly kicked. They only “apologized” upon their removal. And Despite being blocked, they decided that it would be ok to find and follow those same black artists across platforms because they “still wanted to see their content”.

The whole thing was never brought to public attention because: it happened privately, ended when they were blocked again, and as a BIPOC you lowkey gotta pick and choose what you bring to your doorstep because people lowkey dgaf. And idk it just wasn’t worth it, I don’t like to do the whole “call out post” thing anyways. So please don’t consider this to be that

But idk it’s all just so??? Crazy to me. Insanely crazy, I still think about it from time to time. Because white people just get to be racist and still expect you to engage with them, especially in fandom spaces. They get to say “it was just a phase” or “they didn’t know any better” or in some cases “it was a different time” and move on with their lives. Not having to make any real changes to themselves while black people are still impacted by their actions

I see their posts from time to time. See people interacting with them, because they don’t know— how would they know?? I wonder if it would even be worth it to say something. Personally, I think there’s no expiry on racism….and I’d consider 1-2 years to be very recent. But the truth is a lot of people don’t see it that way if they’re not personally affected. I mean, not the same fandom but look at how people have been reacting to the TADC situation!

Not to mention how people behave when the perpetrator “apologizes”. Like everythings magically ok after that.

Would people even care??? Long ass rant but what do y’all think. I don’t want this to read as “GO HARASS THIS PERSON NOW!!!!”, which is why I’ve omitted their name. I can’t lie I do have a lot of feelings about this because it’s really weird. That whole thing was weird. I’m in a weird spot cuz god forbid I say something and then everyones like:

I am a father of two children 👨‍👧‍👦 from Gaza 🇵🇸, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war 💔, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.

Life here is filled with daily challenges 😔, especially when it comes to providing basic needs such as food 🍞, water 💧, and care for my children.

My children are everything I have in this life ❤️, and I am doing my best to provide them with the minimum level of safety and food, but the current situation is very hard, and sometimes I cannot even provide them with a proper meal during the day 🍽️.

I also want to be able to provide my children with their school needs 🎒, such as supplies, stationery ✏️, and basic materials that help them continue their education despite the difficult conditions 📚.

I am only writing this because I have reached a point where I can no longer manage on my own 😞. Therefore, I am asking for help from anyone who is able to support, even with a small amount 💵, as it may help feed my children or ease part of our suffering.

Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives 🌱. And if you are unable to help financially, sharing this post 📢 could reach someone who can, and that would also be a great support for us.

I still believe there are kind hearts 🤍 that can help in times of need.

Thank you to everyone who read this post 🙏, and thank you to everyone who helps or shares the message.🥹👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

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About Me:

My name is Aisha. I have faced many hardships in life, but I am blessed with a beautiful family, and I strive to protect and care for them as much as I can.

I studied Primary Education at university, but I never had the opportunity to work.

My Family:

I am a mother of four children:

Tariq

Adam

Zain

Rami (an infant who has suffered from malnutrition and a weak immune system)

I have two sons from my first husband.

Nagham (now a young married woman with an infant who lost his father in the war)

Mohammed (still struggling to survive, searching for shelter for himself and his sister after losing their home)

My husband Ahmed is a noble and hardworking man. Before the war, he had a small business raising poultry and pigeons. He is a bird lover and has loved cats since he was young.. sometimes I fear he loved them more than me. Later, he got a job at a commercial exhibition selling frozen goods.

Current Situation:

The war destroyed everything:

We lost our only source of income after the commercial exhibition where my husband worked, selling poultry and meat, was bombed in December 2023 when the city of Hamad was attacked.

We have no permanent shelter, inadequate food, no warm clothes, and no educational resources for the children.

Our children and grandchild are suffering from deprivation:

No toys, no proper education, poor nutrition, and fragile health.

Campaign Goal:

Providing Basic Needs for the Children:

Nutritious food suitable for children with weak immunity.

Milk for Rami and my grandchild Sami, who lost their appetite and are still malnourished.

Costs of treatment and vitamins for me and the children.

Fresh fruits that they have been missing for a long time.

Warm clothes to protect them from the harsh winter cold.

Toys to bring some joy and mental comfort.

Supporting Education:

Kindergarten fees for Zain.

Private lessons for Tariq and Adam, as there are no educational schools in our area.

Supporting the Family’s Income:

A small financial contribution for my husband Ahmed to start a small shop to help us regain financial stability.

Campaign Message:

We need your love and support during this difficult trial.

Our children are innocent victims of the war, and we are trying to make up for their losses, even a little.

Our only hope now is for you to stand with us and help provide a decent life for our family.

Please look at us with love and compassion.

With love,

Aisha

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

I BEG YOU DONT SKIP🚨

Tell me, how can my voice reach your hearts ?

Words are no longer enough to capture the tragedy my family and I endure.

My name is Wedad Shadi, I am 15 years old, and I live in Gaza, Palestine.🇵🇸

Our home was completely destroyed, and now we live in a torn, fragile tent. We are a family of 7, and my mother, father, and my little sister Mira were injured when our house was bombed.

As shown in the video, we are searching for our clothes in our destroyed home.

My mother and Mira are in urgent need of medical treatment, but we have nothing to pay for their care, not even food to survive.

My mother and my sister were injured during the war. I am terrified of losing them… please, don’t leave me without my mother and sister. They need urgent help to survive.

They desperately need medicine and medical treatment, as shown in the videos. Every moment without help is a struggle for their lives.

Please, I beg you… save them, help us, and give them a chance to live. 🙏💔

I have started school, but I could not register because I cannot afford the fees.

Please, I beg you to help us. Donate to save my mother and my innocent little sister before it’s too late. Every contribution can save a life and bring hope to a family in desperate need.

Every day we wake up to the same reality: destroyed homes, no safety, no stability, and needs that keep growing.

People think the pain paused… but for us, it never did.

Even with a so-called “ceasefire,” nothing has really stopped.

The explosions, the drones, the fear — the violations never ended.

And our suffering definitely didn’t.

Your support is the only reason many of us manage to keep going.

Your donation 🙏🙏 — no matter how small — can mean medicine, food, warmth, and a little bit of dignity in a life that’s been stripped of everything.

Please, stand with us. Don’t let this struggle fade from the world’s attention.

We still desperately need you to get back on our feet.

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If you scroll past this… you may be taking part in my mother’s death without even realizing it. She is not dying suddenly, she is dying slowly, breath by breath, pain after pain, and I’m watching her disappear in front of me, unable to save her.

Time shows no mercy… and every moment of silence brings her closer to the end. This is not just a post… this is a final cry for help before I lose her forever.

Right now, you have a choice: Be the reason she lives… or be a silent witness to her death.

Your donation, or even sharing this, could be the last thread keeping her alive. If my mother dies… remember, you saw this, you could have acted… but you chose not to.

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