so I’m making it a separate post—but—yeah, tequila made me think about how latinos are represented, especially in context to booze, and then all the “i don’t get it how is it rape” made me think about how people are iron clad fucking ANIMALS when it comes to knowing about what’s legal with…
“To listen to poor people, to talk about poverty, is to admit that there is something deeply wrong in our society. Poor folks shouldn’t be ‘grateful for what they’ve got.’ They should be furious about what is being stolen from them. They should be angry about the rise of corporations, the increasing concentration of wealth into a handful of people, many of whom didn’t work for it. They should be angry about the deliberate creation of systems intended to maintain strict class stratifications. They should be angry about the fact that even the good poor people, the ones who do it right, the ones who are quiet and submissive and patient, the ones who work hard, they are still poor.
They should be angry about the fact that poverty is on the rise. They should be angry about unemployment, about corporate tax breaks, about lobbies that control Congress, about the fact that the Supreme Court basically wrote a blank check that millionaires can cash any time they want to buy political campaigns. They should be angry about the rise of poverty porn on prime time television, whether it’s ghastly shows like Secret Millionaire or grim documentaries on Detroit. They should be angry about the exploitation of poverty and poor people in the pages of magazine. They should be angry about the fact that people have to win the lottery to pay for health care in the United States.”—s.e. smith (via thirdw0rld)
“i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
as if i sculpted it
with my own hands. i did not.
this past was waiting for me
when i came,
a monstrous unnamed baby,
and i with my mother’s itch
took it to breast
and named it
she is more human now,
learning languages everyday,
remembering faces, names and dates.
when she is strong enough to travel
on her own, beware, she will.”—Lucille Clifton, “i am accused of tending to the past” (via hobakshi)
I am proud to know that I share a birthday with Sakia Gunn. I am angry and sad that I got to celebrate another year of life, and she did not.
Sakia was by far braver than I was at 15. I suspect she was braver than I am right now. She knew who she was. I denied and avoided and repressed for far more years than she was even alive. I miss a sister I never got to know. I missed me.
Listen to a podcast celebration of Sakia here by the fierce young warriors at brokenbeautifulpress.
I used to make that list pretty regularly on my birthday. I never really did resolutions at new year’s - a birthday seemed a more reasonable time for me to sit back, think, take stock and make plans. Then a couple of years ago I entered a cycle full of angst and drama, and while doing the stock taking may have been a good idea, it just wasn’t happening.
I’m in a much, much better place now. Some things are still swirling about, unsettled and unknown…. but I know *me* better. I feel like I can take a breath, look around, look inside, and move ahead.
“More often, however, splits emerge along racial lines — the white women simply aren’t receptive to the core ideas put forward by the women of color. Those ideas are “too expensive” in money, time or resources. They’re outside the boundaries of “the purpose of the organization.” The white women “don’t think they’ll work” or don’t feel they’re “fair.” The donors might object. And so on. White rejection is usually passive aggressive, and resembles the Transactional Analysis game of “Yes, but…” The women who attempt to bridge are shut down by both communities because the women of color feel that “it’s happening all over again,” and the white women experience the list of proposals as some kind of “attack.” This is the moment when personal prejudice can be coupled with power to enforce discrimination at an institutional level: this, in short, is where racism lives. It is a small group of 4-5 women who really control all the decisions and resources of the organization, and who will set a tone of cooperation or poison the atmosphere. 501(c)(3)s — especially the small ones — are personality driven. This means that a small group of women pour their hearts and souls and much of their financial resources into building the organization, and feel a strong proprietary interest. They are comfortable with each other, often because they are all the same race and class, etc. Mary and I eventually came to realize that unless the core group wants the change, no change will ever happen. Short of voting with their feet (which many feminists do), the members of the organization have no instrument with which they can force positive change that the Powers That Be don’t want to make.”—
“Tell you what? You can have all that stuff back AND we’ll throw in White Entertainment Television and stop shooting you. In return we’ll take the 90% of the seats in Congress, $95,000 more wealth than the average White family, a 75% home ownership rate to your 48%, lower interest rates, 83% of the board seats in Fortune 500 companies, better healthcare, a 4 year longer life expectancy than you and dominance of the other 5000 television channels. We’ll also need about one out of every eight White men to report immediately to prison. Feel free to rock, paper, scissors that shit amongst yourselves. Nice doing business with you.”—Miz Jenkins on Is being white racist? (via darkjez)
“How can I tell a story we already know too well? Her name was Africa. His was France. He colonized her, exploited her, silenced her, and even decades after it was supposed to have ended, still acted with a high hand in resolving her affairs in places like Côte d’Ivoire, a name she had been given because of her export products, not her own identity.
Her name was Asia. His was Europe. Her name was silence. His was power. Her name was poverty. His was wealth. Her name was Her, but what was hers? His name was His, and he presumed everything was his, including her, and he thought he could take her without asking and without consequences. It was a very old story, though its outcome had been changing a little in recent decades. And this time around the consequences are shaking a lot of foundations, all of which clearly needed shaking.
Who would ever write a fable as obvious, as heavy-handed as the story we’ve just been given? The extraordinarily powerful head of the International Monetary Fund (IMF), a global organization that has created mass poverty and economic injustice, allegedly assaulted a hotel maid, an immigrant from Africa, in a hotel’s luxury suite in New York City. […]
Worlds have collided. In an earlier era, her word would have been worthless against his and she might not have filed charges, or the police might not have followed through and yanked Dominique Strauss-Kahn off the plane to Paris at the last moment. But she did, and they did, and now he’s in custody, and the economy of Europe has been dealt a blow, and French politics have been upended, and that nation is reeling and soul-searching. […]
His name was privilege, but hers was possibility. His was the same old story, but hers was a new one about the possibility of changing a story that remains unfinished, that includes all of us, that matters so much, that we will watch, but also make and tell in the weeks, months, years, decades to come.”—Rebecca Solnit, The Nation (via zuky)
I am convinced we are not talking about the same thing or wielding it in the same way when I talk about attractiveness with white women especially around issues of reclaiming,sexuality and progressive matters.
Oddly enough it’s because of my relationship to and appreciation of .. Fashion
“every freckle on my face is where its supposed to be. And I know our creator didnt make no mistakes on me. my feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes…. Im loving what I see.”—India.Arie (via peaceloveandharmony)
“I think I’ve finally hit that magical wall where I can’t deal with any more faux anthropological studies about how my people interact on the social networking service. There isn’t any need to “study” this anymore. If you want to “study” something, study why, in the post-racial year of 2011, 13 percent of the population is still treated like “other.” Study why our women are psychologically attacked and deemed ugly and unworthy of marriage and our men looked at as thugs even when the highest office in the land shows otherwise. In a country that’s supposed to be past race, people can’t seem to understand why those of us with more pigment tweet a lot. “It’s because black people’s Twitter numbers are disproportionate to your numbers in the population! ” So what? So are our numbers in prisons. That would be a way more interesting study in the year 2011. Why don’t we figure out the institutionalized issues affecting the community as opposed to figuring out why @LeroyJacksonBeBallinSon* really likes Nicki Minaj so frickin’ much. How are a people ever to be looked at as simply people if they can’t participate in regular things like Twitter without a thesis being written about it?”—Black People on Twitter? There Are a Lot. We Know
“Former California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger and his wife, Maria Shriver, separated after she learned he had fathered a child more than a decade ago — before his first run for office — with a longtime member of their household staff. Shriver moved out of the family’s Brentwood mansion earlier this year, after Schwarzenegger acknowledged the paternity. The staff member worked for the family for 20 years, retiring in January.”—
Field notes for my lurker (1) If my husband had an affair, fathered a child, kept the mother around, and let me play the fool for 10 years, I would’ve hauled a pair of testicles out of that Brentwood mansion with me. (2) If the father of my child referred to me as “this servant” and his wife didn’t have it in her to confiscate his nuts, I would knock on the mansion door with a rusty hacksaw to claim them myself.
Evolutionary psychologist Satoshi Kanazawa posted a piece on the Psychology Today website (originally titled Black Women Are Ugly) that was retitled a few times before deletion. I didn’t manage to screen cap the original title, but I do have a cap of the article itself with one of the subsequent…
“When grassroots Black activists speak honestly about racism at colleges across this country, we are not met with open arms by administrators and faculty. And most certainly our calendars are not full for the rest of the year let alone for the next three to five. When we speak, we are often met by the deaf ear of white denial. When Tim Wise speaks, he gets applause, standing ovations, awards and proclamations. The fact that schools can’t “hear” us when I and other people of color speak but will search out and roll out the red carpet for Wise is a statement to a kind of racism that doesn’t get discussed much – if at all – in our work. Despite all of the white anti-racist presentations given over the years at colleges and universities across the country, institutional racism at these schools remains intact. All the while, activists of color continue to be muffled and marginalized. Even in the ghetto of race discourse we remain tenants and never owners of an analysis that is ours to begin with.”—Ewuare Xola Osayande, Word to the Wise: Unpacking the White Privilege of Tim Wise (via sapphrikah)
As LGBT people (esp. members of marginalized groups: women, people of color, transgender, disabled etc), we all need to do a better job of telling our own stories, and in effect, writing ourselves (back) into history. As I learned from this experience, we’re not just at risk of being completely ignored by mainstream media, but about having our history being talked over, our pronouns mixed up, our hard work being told in passive voice i.e “It happened.” We do a disservice to each other when we fail to affirm the actions of the generations closely following behind us, when we fail to let them know that “We were here,” and as such, that they can do it better, and get further down the path to equality than we ever imagined possible.
I can’t say this enough: Get to it. Start a blog. Create a Youtube channel. Write a book — you can self-publish. Support organizations like the LGBT History Project who work tirelessly to record our histories (orally if need be). But whatever you do from this point, remember the words of Audre Lorde, “Your silence will not protect you,” or the words of my mentor, Letta Neely, if you like your wisdom plain, “Write that shit, down!”
Firstly, I’m not sure where the original post went, I either said I can’t stand them lately or I’m tired of them. Either way, a couple of people originally asked me to explain, and then someone again asked yesterday, anonymously, so fine, I will do so.