Hey guys,
I’ll make this short. Today a racist idiot burned our car completely. It can only be sold for scrap because the motor, brain and sensors are fried.
We’re a family of black latine immigrants. we did not get any stimulus checks. I was forced to drop out cause I can’t pay for college so I’m using my shop to sustain my family, and without a car this is just so, so much more difficult.
I beg of you. If you’ve ever used these:
Please. please consider boosting and/or donating. I’m in complete shambles over this.
Thank you ♥
you don’t have to cancel everyone the second they misstep or do something dumb but you also DON’T have to defend everything that your fave does. you can say “hey this particular thing sucked” without getting into this all-or-nothing mentality. you are not an extension of the things you like. you can think freely and criticize the things (and people) that you like, and a criticism of something you like is not something that you should take personally or feel the need to correct/defend.
douxie adopting krel as his new little brother and then teaching him guitar>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Insane in the membraneeee
and then I wonder why my art looks weird
If you want to begin to understand the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict as a non-Palestinian, as a non-Jew, as an non-Israeli, take a step back. Take a deep breath, and…
…imagine you are a Palestinian father living in an occupied refugee camp outside of Bethlehem who cannot get to his work without going through a security barrier..Imagine the humiliating feeling. Imagine you are an Israeli child living in Sderot, having to rush inside frequently due to frequent barrages of rockets aimed at your home. Imagine that you are a young Palestinian teen living in the United States, unable to return to your grandparent’s birthplace of Lydda due to their forced evacuation in 1948. Imagine you are an ultra orthodox Jewish woman living in a settlement in Gush Etzion, told that if you moved there you would live a more fruitful life - and constantly scared of her Palestinian neighbors. Imagine you are a little boy living in the Gaza Strip or in Ramalah, taught to be scared of Jews and Israelis, due to frequent visits from the IDF. Imagine that you are a young Yeshiva boy living in a settlement, scared to be kidnapped by Palestinians - a fear justified by the recent kidnapping and murder of three Jewish residents of the West Bank. Imagine that you are a Palestinian olive tree farmer, and discovering that your trees have been cut down by settlers. Imagine that you are a Jewish settler living in the West Bank who actively makes deep connections with her Palestinian neighbors, forging peace-building initiatives between Jews and Palestinian that you can only do as a resident of the West Bank. Imagine that you are her partner, a Christian Palestinian man who works hard with her to combat hatred and bigotry.
Imagine you’re a queer Arab Israeli living outside of Tel Aviv… an Israeli teen activist against the occupation… an American Jew who cries when their family in Israel is bombarded by rockets… a young Palestinian man in Greece who has made a life outside of Palestine … a young Christian child living in Jerusalem under a barrage of rockets… a Palestinian teen who is so fed up by years of Occupation that tries to stab an IDF solider at a gate outside of the Old City of Jerusalem…. a young Bedouin child heartbroken to grow up around violence and fear… a Palestinian educator with Israeli friends trying to teach their class tolerance… a rabbi living in Tel Aviv trying to teach their congregation tolerance…
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
Stop normalizing the grind and start normalizing whatever this is
Ahaa so if you are anything like Julian from Barbie Princess and the Pauper, hmu
I was a brown kid raised among other brown kids in South East Asia and yet, every single time I wrote a story in class or I came up with an idea for a play, I used traditional white European names and all my characters were white. So were those of the other kids. Even with no white people around us, the default race in anything fictional was white.
Every single book I read was white. Enid Blyton, Lewis Carroll, Roald Dahl all wrote books about white kids. The Hardy Boys, Harry Potter, the Meg Cabot novels. All the cartoons, all the early 2000s Disney channel shows, all the made for TV movies. Everything features straight, white children and all anyone wanted to do was to emulate them. When there was some representation of other races, it was secondary, tertiary characters. Or white passing actors. To think that our own stories aren’t worth it unless we acted white enough.
I didn’t want to be Shanti in the jungle or Jasmine in the Taj Mahal or the weird kid in the background everyone made fun of for being an “other”.I wanted to be Hermione and Annabeth and Nancy Drew. I would pretend my name wasn’t my full long Indian name but Keira, or Kara, or Katie and insert myself into the fantasies of my childhood. Even in my own head, I didn’t think I was good enough to be myself. I grew older and called myself Keer when I moved to the UK to compensate and shorten it for white people to pronounce better (why? racism.)
It took me a long time to accept that my story was worth telling, that my skin colour and heritage and religion were not inferior both in real life and on the page. It took me an even longer time to realize that I deserved to see people like me on the screen and the page in a way that doesn’t burden the character to be an ambassador for my entire race but she just exists, like I do. I still am shocked that I can’t even name one single Asian leading character from any of my childhood novels - Asian! The continent with 60% of all humans!
I want the default race to be non existent. I want a class of children to think up a story and not have 90% of them come up with straight white characters. White is not the default. Representation matters.
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