my 3 year old sister of indian heritage already hates the way she looks because she doesn’t look like 99% of the white girls in disney/tv/toys and it breaks my fucking heart. she’s 3 fucking years old and shedding genuine tears because she has dark skin and hair and eyes, so dont dare pull a fucking hissy fit when people actually try to be fucking POC inclusive with something as important as children’s media
"but it’s an old EUROPEAN fairy tale" yeah suck my dick
"I would like to relay an editorial comment that I received near the end of my time writing the Dark Knight New 52 series. In one scene, I had written that Batman is sitting on a rooftop during an intense conversation, close to a person who has been injured. The editorial comment: "We’re not sure you are "getting" the character because it’s common knowledge that Batman never sits down." This, mind you, after I had made it clear I was not going to rewrite material for the umpteenth time after it had already been approved."
“I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”—Happy Birthday,Zora Neale Hurston! (Text from Dust Tracks on a Road.)
Younger gentrifiers love to make being poor some kind of trendy lifestyle of choice and romanticize the fuck out of it while actively and knowingly shitting on the people their stealing resources, homes, and livelihoods from.
I am half Korean from my single mother's side.I don't speak korean, nor I am I extremely immersed in the culture, but I do know a lot about it and lived in several Asian countries. I don't look "asian" (apparently "exotic-ish" some kids say -_-) but i have been called chink and made fun of my heritage, but it is somewhat rare when that happens. I was wondering, do I have the right to call myself a women of color? my friends (who are all poc) say i have the right to, i don't want to sound racist
Sorry for the delayed response, swear I didn’t see the notification for this… yes I agree you’re a WOC. Unless of course you actually want to disavow your Asian heritage and identify as white (lol ew).
So long as you acknowledge a certain degree of passing privilege in light of us POC who can’t pass for white under any circumstances, then all’s good. X
p.s. And to hell with any ignorant asshole who tries to deny your heritage for not fitting some weirdass “exotic” Orientalist template.
“Nonviolence declares that the American Indians could have fought off Columbus, George Washington, and all the other genocidal butchers with sit-ins; that Crazy Horse, by using violent resistance, became part of the cycle of violence, and as “as bad as” Custer. Nonviolence declares that Africans could have stopped the slave trade with hunger strikes and petitions, and that those who mutinied were as bad as their captors; that mutiny, a form of violence, led to more violence, and thus, resistance led to more enslavement. Nonviolence refuses to recognize that it can only work for privileged people, who have a status protected by violence, as the perpetrators and beneficiaries of a violent hierarchy.”—
Once again a white American dude tries to act like he knows something of the world, and once again gets it completely wrong.
Nonviolence doesn’t entail privilege, nonviolence simply entails an audience. Read up on Arundhati Roy and other non-Western activists of color — us folks who actually KNOW and have had to survive this genocidal shit.
And while an audience can be a luxury, that is not a conversation that pasty Westerners like Peter Gelderloos get to dictate or even interject in. Yall really going to let some cracker ass European settler get away with branding Indians who overthrew British tyranny and African-Americans imprisoned and assassinated by white supremacy as ‘privileged people’?
LOL manarchists and their desperation for sublimating puerile white boy rage into ‘activism’ that conveniently erases the hell out of struggles they can’t even imagine.
Birth certificates shouldn’t even be legal parenting documents. The birth certificate should document the actual facts - the child’s name at birth, child’s natural parents, correct date, time, and place of birth. At the same time the birth certificate is issued, a legal parenting paper can also be…
the two things frida kahlo hated most were white people and capitalism so I mean I’m not going to presume to speak for her but I find it hard to believe that she’d be down with you buying cameo-style earrings of her face from some riot!grrl etsy shop in order to earn feminist points
“The police department told BuzzFeed that it did not know if the incident would be classified as a hate crime, but said the investigation would continue for months.”—
quote from this article about a shooting at TWO jewish community centers TWO where the shooter said “HEIL HITLER” before killing jews
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HOW CAN THIS NOT BE ANTISEMITISM OR A HATE CRIME IF HE WENT TO TWO DIFFERENT LOCATIONS TO KILL JEWS AND SAID HEIL HITLER ON THE NIGHT BEFORE PASSOVER ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
Shout out to the homeless queers youths, jailed trans women, queer people of color struggling with intersecting oppression, and poor rural queer kids who survive homophobic abuse from their communities while Katy Perry gets recognition for their struggles.
MF derse: also wanna post this, because i know we occasionally get epileptic people following us, and because i am incredibly forgetful, I occasionally forget to properly tag if only for a moment. here are resources to keep you safe both here and other places on tumblr!
“The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.”—Scott Wood (X)
“#130. When people think of adoption, they really don’t understand what it’s like. They don’t understand how mentally draining it is. You’re stuck between two families. They don’t know each other, but they have an equally large place in your heart. For some reason, you feel the need to pick which family you love more. It isn’t easy and it makes you feel like a horrible, horrible person.”—
Up until my second year of high school,
I allowed myself to believe that I wasn’t like other girls
as if there was something fundamentally wrong with other girls
that I had to disinherit.
I used ‘girly girl’ as an insult
like the carefully applied foundation, the long-learned eyeliner
the too-bright lipstick they nearly missed their bus to put on
made them less.
Unlearning was a slow process that I’m still slogging through.
I catch myself raising my eyebrows at a girl on the other side of the room
and have to make myself remember it doesn’t mean shit.
Femininity is not a synonym with stupid or frivolous or weak;
I’ve seen girls who can shiv with a high-heel and look great doing it
or they can sweat and grunt and spit and not give a damn either way.
Your worth is not a win-or-lose depending on if your skirt goes below your knees.
Whether makeup or a bare face or fake eyelashes so heavy you have to squint
a long dress or inch-long skirt or jeans that rip at the knee or shorts that flash your underwear
dreadlocks or metal ear-stretchers or leggings without pants or bedazzled neon nails
bikini or burqa or hair shaved in strips or long plaid shirts
a hoodie that needed washing three weeks ago or dangling earrings or worn out sneakers
a scarf to hide your adam’s apple or sunglasses that cover half your face
braces or glasses or pigtails or a jagged pink mohawk or eighteen clearly visible tattoos-
“You’re drunk in a bathtub
with a red cup full of Birthday Cake flavored vodka
wearing a headdress
made of neon Dollar Store chicken feathers.
You’re half naked in a grassy field
with drugstore lipstick smeared under your eyes
and wearing moccasins from Urban Outfitters.
You can’t wait for Coachella
so you can finally smoke a peace pipe in a tepee
and find your Spirit Animal.
You think Native American culture is so beautiful
and clumsily show it with your
hashtags on tumblr and Instagram.
But when actual Indigenous people tell you that
Gypsy, Squaw and Red Injun are all racist slurs
Headdresses are sacred
and war paint on your white face is insulting
“I’m just appreciating your beautiful culture!
I’m 1/16th Cherokee.”
Ignoring the fact that running around
naked in the woods on shrooms
will not connect you with any tribe
and that your great great great great grandmother
along with the rest of the Cherokee people
never wore headdresses.”—"1/16th Cherokee" by sumblr (via calamityjaneporter)
“when the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground
I promise not to tell you that it’s because they like you.
when the teachers call home to tell me that
you pushed them to the ground after you
I’ll take you out of school early and buy
you your favorite ice cream.
when you get older and the boys
try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched
I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home
with anger in your fists.
they all tell you not to fight fire with fire
but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
when the boys yell after you like hyenas
you yell back, baby.
I will not teach you to be afraid of your anger
so that you look for it in others.
I will not make you be the better person
because you already are.
you wanna fight ‘em? fight ‘em.
don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.
when the boys try to tell you to soften up
I hope you make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs
that their disappointment in you is not yours.
when the boys come to your door with pretty words and
I hope you show them the anger in yours.
I hope you show them just how strong your mommy
thinks you are.
I hope you show them the animal they can’t always
see in their own reflection.
when the boys come with the intention of hurting you
my advice will always stay the same, my darling:
give ‘em hell.”—when the boys come | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)