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“I don’t bother writing about Fox News. It is too easy. What I talk about are the liberal intellectuals, the ones who portray themselves and perceive themselves as challenging power, as courageous, as standing up for truth and justice. They are basically the guardians of the faith. They set the limits. They tell us how far we can go. They say, ‘Look how courageous I am.’ But do not go one millimeter beyond that. At least for the educated sectors, they are the most dangerous in supporting power.”

Noam Chomsky (via nezua)

awesome and very true.

(Source: cascadingholarchy, via nezua)

radicallyhottoff:

via flipfloppingjoy.com

In case you hadn’t heard, Egyptians faced punitive power outages during their uprising. But that didn’t stop anybody. Rather than backing down or obeying the commands that would get power turned back on, they rigged up power strips like these to various street lights. My heart sung when I heard that story–and seeing it–I have a full on Computer Geek Media Justice Tearful Meltdown.
Us media folk always know a way. Somebody can always figure it out.I love Egyptians.And I love us all.


this is beyond awesome.
[image: at least 8 people sitting on the floor around one of the power strips described above.  several devices are plugged into the strip.  two of the people are visibly using laptops, and it looks like at least one of the other people is using a cell phone.]

radicallyhottoff:

via flipfloppingjoy.com

In case you hadn’t heard, Egyptians faced punitive power outages during their uprising. But that didn’t stop anybody. Rather than backing down or obeying the commands that would get power turned back on, they rigged up power strips like these to various street lights. My heart sung when I heard that story–and seeing it–I have a full on Computer Geek Media Justice Tearful Meltdown.

Us media folk always know a way. Somebody can always figure it out.
I love Egyptians.
And I love us all.

this is beyond awesome.

[image: at least 8 people sitting on the floor around one of the power strips described above.  several devices are plugged into the strip.  two of the people are visibly using laptops, and it looks like at least one of the other people is using a cell phone.]

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{ LINK: walking the talk zine project: call for submissions - please forward widely! }

walkthetalkzine:

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Walking the Talk (tentative title) zine/book project exploring power and exploitation in nonprofit organizations, alignment of our work with our vision, and what role nonprofits have in radical social transformation.

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How you gonna win when you ain’t right…

(via readnfight)

{ LINK: from ColorOfChange: "Justice for Mayor Higginbotham; In Waterproof, LA a Black mayor challenged White officials, and paid the price." }

please reblog — if you cannot sign the petition, passing it around is still very helpful.  thank you.

[…] The Mayor was forced out of office, prosecuted on trumped-up charges, and is now sitting in jail — without bail — as he waits for his chance to appeal his conviction.

Please call on District Attorney District Attorney James Paxton to drop all charges against Bobby Higginbotham and consent to his release from jail.

for the details, here’s an article that’s one of the references cited from the email they sent out about this [*trigger warning* for systemic racism including violence & murder]:

In Waterproof, a small northern Louisiana town near Natchez, Mississippi, the African American mayor and police chief assert that they have been forced from office and arrested as part of an illegal coup carried out by an alliance of white politicians and their followers. In a lawsuit filed last week, Police Chief Miles Jenkins asserts a wide-ranging conspiracy involving the area’s district attorney and parish sheriff, along with several other members of the region’s entrenched political power structure. These events come at a time of widespread and high-profile racist attacks against the US President and Black members of Congress nationwide, and in a state where white political corruption and violence have been and continue to be used as tools to suppress Black political representation.

[READ MORE]

and here’s one of the other references cited by the CoC email (i’m only posting the two because the others were all either “Ibid.” or “see reference 1 [or 2]”):

3. “Town of Waterproof Advisory Services Report,” Louisiana Legislative Auditor, 8-27-2008
http://act.colorofchange.org/go/751?akid=1915.1128093.a7vAnP&t=9

{ Welcome to STFU, Rape Culture }

EDIT: *blog-wide trigger warning* for rape and rape culture (as stfukyriarchy and aintitgrand suggest)

stfuislamophobes:

riotisnotquiet:

mapoftasmania:

stfurapeculture:

The fabulous STFU Fauxminists suggested that we create a blog specifically about rape culture.

So let’s do this. Got stories, news, or experiences about rape culture? You send it in, I’ll post it up.

FOLLOW THIS

DO IT

I do like this one.

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[image: photo of a thin black girl with natural hair wearing rectangular black glasses, sitting on a couch and surrounded by piles of books, with a great big grin on her face.]
tinyfist:

so-treu:

love love LOVE this picture of Alexis!
black girl surrounded by books filled with joy = everything wonderful in the world.

NERDLADYBEAUTY! *__________________*
Even more beautiful is the project the picture is documenting:
We are in the final stages of opening something called the Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind Reference and Lending Library in my community (out of my living room) so that people can have access to great books that can inspire and empower them to think about race and gender and sexuality and politics and everything that they may want to think about more.   I’m particularly collecting books that are not in the local libraries and I’ll be having library days starting in March in addition to the events I have here at the Inspiration Station when folks can look at the reference books, scan themselves copies of articles and chapters and borrow the lending collection to take home!
Knowledge is power; power to the people!

[image: photo of a thin black girl with natural hair wearing rectangular black glasses, sitting on a couch and surrounded by piles of books, with a great big grin on her face.]

tinyfist:

so-treu:

love love LOVE this picture of Alexis!

black girl surrounded by books filled with joy = everything wonderful in the world.

NERDLADYBEAUTY! *__________________*

Even more beautiful is the project the picture is documenting:

We are in the final stages of opening something called the Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind Reference and Lending Library in my community (out of my living room) so that people can have access to great books that can inspire and empower them to think about race and gender and sexuality and politics and everything that they may want to think about more. I’m particularly collecting books that are not in the local libraries and I’ll be having library days starting in March in addition to the events I have here at the Inspiration Station when folks can look at the reference books, scan themselves copies of articles and chapters and borrow the lending collection to take home!
Knowledge is power; power to the people!

(via dancingonembers-deactivated2011)

{ LINK: There's a petition for Abdirashid Dahir. }

juthikalalala:

This is what happened. Please reblog and sign.

holy shit systemic bigotry (and individual bigotry too i guess?)

i have no fucking words for this

(via juthikaforpresident-deactivated)

{ Open Letter To Western Feminism }

jaded16india:

Time and time again, critiquing Western feminist racefails like I have done many, many, manymany, many, manymanymany times leads me here today in a pit of emotions, I’m not too sure I can even decipher all of them¹. One seems like anger but the bigger ones are just disappointment and betrayal, mainly because I keep on talking and speaking and western feminism still hasn’t answered back; there is no acknowledgement that you know I speak — I don’t need any acknowledgement, haven’t for a long time — just stating facts. One day, you will realise I am silent around you, and there is a reason why: you often ask me to prioritise gender over race, gender over community, imaginary borders over land and language I breathe in, without realising my gender *is* my race *is* my community and all of these melt into my languages. 

You keep on talking about rape survivors, institutional rape and then add impressive lists with shiny statistics about how gender oppression is a worldwide epidemic but fail to mention how so many of said assaults are a result of skins and dust like mine being ‘undesirable’. You don’t take into account assaults on immigrants, that people with faces tongues feet and hues that are light dark darker than me; but you will tighten invisible borders a little too hard again making dichotomies between you and I traceable and invisible at the same time, playing forever with my head and asking me to question every interaction with you. When you come sauntering in brown spaces, you do all that you can to make sure the power dichotomy that favours you is intact, even though people you want to ‘help’ aren’t being reached at all². 

Then when I do talk about race, all I get are silences and empty gaps — quite used to that, in fact — or I get asked, “Hey why are you so angry all the time?” and the whole point of the post is derailed. Meanwhile, a white person writes about race I’m expected to give ze a cookie for acknowledging my presence? Get mocked because my dialect doesn’t match yours? Get rape threats because I don’t agree with what you do and how you frame bodies like mine, because pointing out the ‘western standard’ isn’t the one to judge the Rest Of The World with is obviously the worst anyone can do. 

By the time *you* realise I’ve stopped talking, I’ll have sold my lips and language. So this is me not talking, never again.

No love ever, 

J.

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1. I’m pretty sure many other postcolonial and transnational feminists and womanists have pointed out similar tropes, I’m linking to mine because I know them best. 

2. I’m yet to come across a non-imperial Western feminist in my non-online life.

(via oncejadedtwicesnarked-deactivat)

I’m going to be really curt right now — are there no organisations in the Congo? That you can help in whichever way is accessible to you? Must pandering to Hilary Clinton be absolutely necessary? Who may or may not choose to look into the issue? Why would you even consider talking to her than figuring out ways to get direct help, signal boost those links, ask for aid/support?

Well sure, it doesn’t give you any cookies and no one strokes your messiah complex, but that’s about it. Intervention by western govts, organisations almost always doesn’t work — I’m not saying this because I’m on a special crusade against western feminists — I’m talking out of experience. Activism in third world countries doesn’t get done without re-enforcing terms and terminology of privilege[1]. No one is saying to not talk about anything, or never volunteer, not raise awareness. We all need each other to live and love, to exist — however ‘help’ is given to us as if by this [x] activism you’re getting nothing out of it at all. You’re here for your [x] reasons, and it’s okay to not be a self-sustained body. But that’s not how most narratives concerning us and ‘help’ are constructed, no?

Also, what is with the ‘sadness’ that western feminists feel when talking about us? It sets the tone for the consequent conversation on the blog which banks and relies on comments as much as shakesville does — it’s like saying “help them because we must pity them” even if that isn’t the “intention”. Is there no other way of pointing out how horrid the whole thing is? Do you ever hear of any cases in the ‘first world’ inducing ‘howling sadness’? Methinks not.

jaded16india, responding to a question by graceking.  this was in reference to jaded16india’s earlier post [link to post] about an awful Shakesville fail.

there was additional commentary on graceking’s question (and all its implications) later, from both jaded16india and atapestryofdisasters [link to additional commentary].

[1] that sentence originally linked to another post [link to post], but unfortunately links don’t work inside of quote-posts.

{ An Open Letter to All Appropriators }

thesadnessofpencils:

Specific details are desi-centric, but otherwise generally applicable.

There is no such thing as ‘just words’. When looking at language & saying it is ‘just words’, is like saying the economy is ‘just trade’. So much of the contextualisation & recontextualisation of space comes from the connotations of words, and it is context that gives words the potency that they possess & words are never without context. Nothing is ever ‘just words’. They have baggage, context, & lasting power. When we fail to examine them, their monstrous power swallows & shapes us, for we internalise these messages. Oh, I understand words. I am the one who bears their weight on my shoulders.

As for the rest of it, I have said this before, & I shall say it again. & repeat it. Your terra incognita? Is my home.

It is one thing to like a culture. It is another to respect it.

This goes much deeper than just simple appropriation, though. This is the concept that chromatic cultures are to be shared, delighted in, & marketed for everyone as a little bit of spice. This is why you can dip your feet into the waters that nourish me. There is no promotion of equality between us, because we were never equals & are not equals at this present moment: you will never emphasise my humanity, you will only continue to strip me and mine of our personhood & say it is in the glorious name of ‘exchange’, or better yet, ‘diversity’. This is racism. This is Otherising. This is flattening of a vast spectrum of experiences.

It is not your place to say you don’t find yourself offensive when you deliberately exercise white privilege by engaging in such actions. It is like focusing sunlight through a magnifying glass and frying ants as they march past, and saying the ant feels no pain.

It is one thing to appreciate a culture. It is a different matter entirely to fetishize, misunderstand, and reduce a rich, living heritage to tired caricatures for your personal consumption. We do not exist to please you. We do not exist so you can discover your inner dusty peep. & we certainly do not exist to increase your hippie street cred. If you truly had an interest in us, you would not be paying lip service to stereotypes. You would not even be writing a blog dedicated to — once more — showing us to be polite, hospitable, deeply spiritual, and vegetarian. Perhaps you think even our tigers have internalised this message, hm?

In another time & place, your actions would have gone unnoticed, even lauded.

Perhaps in another time & place, the rest would have been silence.

Today, it is not. Today, I have a voice. You do not respect my culture & for this I pity you. You will never engage me; you will never understand: to you my heritage is a poor imitation, a hilarious distorted image in a funhouse mirror. & You will never be able to claim it as ‘yours’, because you will never perceive me and mine beyond our inscrutable smiles, our strange letters, our too-tight clothes, our dusty skin, our forked tongues.