i think i just passed out-shes amazing!
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It was my friend’s mom’s birthday yesterday. Both our moms are single parents and I started thinking about how strong they had to be for us. Then I started thinking about women of color in general. Being a PoC ain’t a walk in the park by itself, but add being a woman in a patriarchal society? Nahhh. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for women of color. AND THEN people have the nerve to call em out on being hard and growing a thick skin, telling them to smile and be happy n’ shit. Fuck outta here. Women that face all that bull and STILL manage to come out on top amaze me.
These thoughts inspired this piece. A black Wonder Woman.
this is dope as HELL.
Stop everything. Michel Ocelot’s Tales of the Night is on Netflix instant play! Keep in mind, its not your Disney-esque type of stories.
On a dark French night, a boy, a girl, and an avuncular man tell each other stories, looking through books and pulling up images from various cultures around the world. They discuss what kind of stories they want to act out. They want adventure, princes and princesses, love, death, and noble lessons learned, sometimes in straightforward ways, other times through twisty irony. Other times, the storytellers are motivated by a location, a hairstyle or a costume that catches their attention. Maybe they want an animal companion or a certain kind of music. They imagine themselves across cultures, across races, in very different characters and stories, smoothly walking miles in shoes unlike their own.They’re in complete control of the worlds they create. And what beautiful worlds they are. Ocelot animates it all through simple silhouette figures, the puppet-like people playing out their actions before vivid colors and kaleidoscopic backdrops that form lush jungles, shiny gold cities, dank dungeons and dark woods. The seemingly simple style of animation is deceptively intricate, effortlessly creating whole universes out of big, bold uses of color and geometrical shapes carefully arranged within the frame. It’s a style of animation that’s been around since the earliest days of cinema.It is absolutely beautiful to watch.
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As soon as Bridges got into the school, white parents went in and brought their own children out; all teachers refused to teach while a black child was enrolled. They hiredBarbara Henry, fromBoston,Massachusetts, to teach Bridges, and for over a year Mrs. Henry taught her alone, “as if she were teaching a whole class.” That first day, Bridges and her adult companions spent the entire day in the principal’s office; the chaos of the school prevented their moving to the classroom until the second day. Every morning, as Bridges walked to school, one woman would threaten to poison her;[7]because of this, the U.S. Marshals dispatched byPresident Eisenhower, who were overseeing her safety, only allowed Ruby to eat food that she brought from home. Another woman at the school put a black baby doll in a wooden coffin and protested with it outside the school, a sight that Bridges Hall has said “scared me more than the nasty things people screamed at us.” At her mother’s suggestion, Bridges began to pray on the way to school, which she found provided protection from the comments yelled at her on the daily walks.[8]
Child psychiatristRobert Colesvolunteered to provide counseling to Bridges during her first year at Frantz. He met with her weekly in the Bridges home, later writing a children’s book,The Story of Ruby Bridges, to acquaint other children with Bridges’ story.
The Bridges family suffered for their decision to send her to William Frantz Elementary: her father lost his job, and her grandparents, who weresharecroppers in Mississippi, were turned off their land. She has noted that many others in the community both black and white showed support in a variety of ways. Some white families continued to send their children to Frantz despite the protests, a neighbor provided her father with a new job, and local people babysat, watched the house as protectors, and walked behind the federal marshals’ car on the trips to school.[5][9]
Honestly, never once when I was in school did anyone ever talk about what happened to Ruby after that first day, how horrible her experience was and how horrible people were too her.
I hope all of them suffered greatly at their deaths.
I’m glad this post is going around again so people can understand something about our “post-racial” society.
All those people that threatened this little girl?
Most of them are still alive.
They had children an grand kids they passed their hate too.
They had jobs - like teaching, medicine, banking, law enforcement, real estate - where they could use their leverage over non-white people to make their lives hell.
They could’ve taught their bigoted employees to do the same thing.
Racism doesn’t just go away because you want to think it did, white people and kool-aid sipping negroes.
Racism goes away when you systemically address every facet of it in our society and fucking eradicate it.
And too many of you are too concerned about YOUR feelings to sit down and have that conversation.
So we had to turn it into a lecture, one you’re not listening too, one you didn’t read the materials for before showing up, one you insist on derailing with stupid questions and notions you refuse to challenge.
Grow up.
There have been a few iconic pictures from the civil rights movement around lately that like this one indicate the rancor and hate segregationists were willing to dump on little black girls when they threatened the “social fabric”. This little girl was educated for an entire year by herself. The fine community removed their children from the school because of the threat this child and others like her represented. I’ve always been powerfully moved/disturbed by what black people my parents age must have endured during this period of integration , but as always I find that the more light that is shed on the dominant culture/ white people’s reactions to it in many parts of the South, the more gruesome the picture becomes.
And it was soccer moms and shit out there! Like.. SOCCER MOMS.. stay-at-home-moms…. these people that we think of as “docile” or something.. these same women, were out there yelling, spitting, and throwing rocks at little Black children.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6aoqu5AXa1r299qgo1_400.jpg)
As soon as Bridges got into the school, white parents went in and brought their own children out; all teachers refused to teach while a black child was enrolled. They hiredBarbara Henry, fromBoston,Massachusetts, to teach Bridges, and for over a year Mrs. Henry taught her alone, “as if she were teaching a whole class.” That first day, Bridges and her adult companions spent the entire day in the principal’s office; the chaos of the school prevented their moving to the classroom until the second day. Every morning, as Bridges walked to school, one woman would threaten to poison her;[7]because of this, the U.S. Marshals dispatched byPresident Eisenhower, who were overseeing her safety, only allowed Ruby to eat food that she brought from home. Another woman at the school put a black baby doll in a wooden coffin and protested with it outside the school, a sight that Bridges Hall has said “scared me more than the nasty things people screamed at us.” At her mother’s suggestion, Bridges began to pray on the way to school, which she found provided protection from the comments yelled at her on the daily walks.[8]
Child psychiatristRobert Colesvolunteered to provide counseling to Bridges during her first year at Frantz. He met with her weekly in the Bridges home, later writing a children’s book,The Story of Ruby Bridges, to acquaint other children with Bridges’ story.
The Bridges family suffered for their decision to send her to William Frantz Elementary: her father lost his job, and her grandparents, who weresharecroppers in Mississippi, were turned off their land. She has noted that many others in the community both black and white showed support in a variety of ways. Some white families continued to send their children to Frantz despite the protests, a neighbor provided her father with a new job, and local people babysat, watched the house as protectors, and walked behind the federal marshals’ car on the trips to school.[5][9]
Honestly, never once when I was in school did anyone ever talk about what happened to Ruby after that first day, how horrible her experience was and how horrible people were too her.
I hope all of them suffered greatly at their deaths.
I’m glad this post is going around again so people can understand something about our “post-racial” society.
All those people that threatened this little girl?
Most of them are still alive.
They had children an grand kids they passed their hate too.
They had jobs - like teaching, medicine, banking, law enforcement, real estate - where they could use their leverage over non-white people to make their lives hell.
They could’ve taught their bigoted employees to do the same thing.
Racism doesn’t just go away because you want to think it did, white people and kool-aid sipping negroes.
Racism goes away when you systemically address every facet of it in our society and fucking eradicate it.
And too many of you are too concerned about YOUR feelings to sit down and have that conversation.
So we had to turn it into a lecture, one you’re not listening too, one you didn’t read the materials for before showing up, one you insist on derailing with stupid questions and notions you refuse to challenge.
Grow up.
There have been a few iconic pictures from the civil rights movement around lately that like this one indicate the rancor and hate segregationists were willing to dump on little black girls when they threatened the “social fabric”. This little girl was educated for an entire year by herself. The fine community removed their children from the school because of the threat this child and others like her represented. I’ve always been powerfully moved/disturbed by what black people my parents age must have endured during this period of integration , but as always I find that the more light that is shed on the dominant culture/ white people’s reactions to it in many parts of the South, the more gruesome the picture becomes.
And it was soccer moms and shit out there! Like.. SOCCER MOMS.. stay-at-home-moms…. these people that we think of as “docile” or something.. these same women, were out there yelling, spitting, and throwing rocks at little Black children.
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Narid isaac
me and my niggas
getting’ jiggy wit it.
Yoshio Takeuchi - Jungle Emperor Leo
Somewhere in East Africa lives a white lion named Leo, ruler of the jungle. Leo lives happily with his wife, Riya, and their two children, Rune and Rukio. All is peaceful until one day when a ruthless mercenary and his group come to the jungle in search of the moonlight stones. Only concerned with making money, the humans have absolutely no regard for the animals they encounter. The animals quite naturally are opposed to the intruders storming their jungle. At the same time, a highly contagious disease sweeps through the jungle. —KimbaWLion.com
