Non-white women are treated as anthropological objects. Their agency is not defined by themselves but by imperialist agendas. When you have no say in what empowers you and what represses you, you’re not seen capable of being intelligent enough to decide for yourself. Empires then decide for you. Your contingency is defined by foreign ‘experts’. This shit drains energy, demotivates women and further pushes them into cautious silence.
“No, the next Nelson Mandela of the world is rotting in a jail cell tonight, just like Mandela nearly withered for 27 years on Robben Island. Or he is on someone’s terrorist watch list, or she is segregated and searched every time she travels through an international airport. Somewhere, government spies are reading the emails of the next Nelson Mandela. They are tracking his cell phone and listening to his calls, or monitoring her meetings with their undercover cops.”—Philly.com writer Will Bunch nails it on the head, discussing who could be the next Mandela for America or across the world. (via shortformblog)
“The process begins with the individual woman’s acceptance that American women, without exception, are socialized to be racist, classist and sexist, in varying degrees, and that labeling ourselves feminists does not change the fact that we must consciously work to rid ourselves of the legacy of negative socialization.”—
bell hooks, Ain’t I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism
And imperialist as well. Denying this reality doesn’t help make it go away, it just makes it more insidious and harder to combat.
“You do not have the right to say to a person, ‘I do not see you as you are. I want to see you as I would be more comfortable seeing you.’”—What you are actually saying when you say that you don’t see color (x)
Today in Paranoid Policemen, also filed under Cops Ain’t Shit, a campus police officer in Texas shot and killed a 23-year-old, unarmed honors student after a routine traffic stop moments after witnesses report the student sarcastically asking the cop if he would shoot.
Cause of death is, as usual, The Cop Feared For His Life.
“Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another and to meet each other in our questions.”—Jamie Tworkowksi (via creatingaquietmind)
“The first time I read ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ I was sitting in 10th grade English class. But there is one image that stays with me. The description of crops going unharvested even as workers are eager and willing to pick the food. He writes:
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the time, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains.
And the smell of rot fills the country.
He wrote those words more than 70 years ago, yet the conditions he describes still ring true for 50 million Americans living in food insecure households today… . Hungry families do not have enough food… [but] not because of scarcity. Every year 40% of food produced goes uneaten. That’s 20 pounds of food per person per day. And that is the twisted irony of hunger in America today. What Steinbeck called that crime that goes beyond denunciation, landfills brimming with rotting food while 15% of households don’t have enough to eat.”—