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Drink water
Saturday, May 29th, 2021. It's been 442 days since Breonna Taylor was killed by the LMPD & Brett Hankinson, Jonathan Mattingly & Miles Cosgrove haven't faced charges or been arrested for her death.
For anyone who doesn't know what's going on in Canada right now (which, let's be real, is probably everyone who's not in Canada):
This week, a mass grave was discovered at a former Indian Residential School, in Kamloops, BC. The grave contained the bodies of 215 Indigenous children.
For people outside of North America, residential schools were places that Indigenous children were sent to, to have their language and culture stripped away from them. They were literally stolen from their families, and scattered across Canada, to ensure that they would be surrounded by children who didn't speak their language. They were given Christian names and forced to speak English. They were horrendously abused, and the survivors have been traumatized.
Hundreds of children never returned. The assumption has always been that they died. This has now been confirmed.
The school in Kamloops closed in 1978. They are now trying to identify bodies to inform family members. The last residential school closed in the 1990s. There is growing demand to search all of them, but the government hasn't responded to that, as of yet. Ottawa JUST gave in to pressure to fly the Canada flag at half mast. They weren't even going to do that.
This is the reality if anti-Indigenous racism in Canada. The residential schools may be closed, but that hasn't stopped the abduction of Indigenous children, let alone the hundreds of missing and murdered Indigenous women.
a realisation I had today: making elaborate plans to get your shit together and thinking how much you need to do it is really not as effective as getting up and doing a piece of homework
As the sun was rising.
Reblog to let your followers know Because it’s only once in the night time
Norbertine Bresslern-Roth (Austrian, 1891–1978)
self discipline is so hard like. i know the sucker who's in charge...a pushover who hates authority and loves hedonism
stopp omg why are primary care doctors like "girl theres nothing wrong with you" and then you convince them to write the referral and you finally see a specialist and the specialist is like "goddamn you got syndrome"
I have met so many
Link / Link
Warlock 5
Master of None Season 3, on Netflix on May 23rd
Man Ray
Space Writing (Self-Portrait), 1935
Alberto Rementeria (Spanish, b. 1953), BATZOKI, 1995-96. Oil on canvas, 97 x 100 cm
The street where you live, Lauren Tepfer (because)
Volborthite with Malachite on Chrysocolla - La Verde Mine, Copiapo Province, Atacama Region, Chile
Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
Just very annoyed in general rn. At everyone and everything.
“They call us now, before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass-shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think, Do I know any Davids in Gaza? They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war-time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other more than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are. Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run.”
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Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Running Orders
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/143255/running-orders