A day in a life as a weird black girl. And just a lesson to little me music doesn’t define race and people who think that are full of sh*t.
As they should
All apartheid walls must fall.
This is a bag of flour for one of the martyrs who died in the massacre a short while ago
NOW: Palestine solidarity activists hold a vigil outside the Israeli embassy in Washington DC where 25 year-old U.S. airman Aaron Bushnell took his own life by self-immolation to call for an end to Israel’s genocide in Gaza
1 April 2024
Sources report the occupation has withdrawn from Al-Shifa Hospital complex and surrounding neighborhoods.
It is reported that over 50 martyrs have been founded in the streets outside the complex entrance. Hundreds more martyrs lie in the complex itself, we may not know an exact number for many hours.
Many buildings have been either bulldozed out of existence or burned and gutted so viciously as to be completely unusable. Many homes in the vicinity are in the same condition.
Check reblogs for updates
Sources: Anas Al-Sharif on Telegram, Resistance News Network on Telegram, Wadea Abu Alsaoud on Instagram, Abood Abu Salama on Instagram; Ahmad Ibraheem on Instagram, et al
paul wearing a lacy women's shirt made to show cleavage with a women's jacket and you all want to tell me he never dressed feminine and it's just his face. look at him.
John Lennon, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, Pattie Boyd and Jenny Boyd board the train from Euston to Bangor, while Cynthia Lennon is prevented from boarding and left on the platform with Peter Brown and Neil Aspinall , 25th August 1967. Part 2 - gifs.
Part 1 - photos and newspaper reports
Part 3 - Cyn talks about missing the train
“It was a bright, sunny morning when we set off. I was ready early, but Pattie, George, and Ringo were coming in our car, and were late.
“By the time Anthony drew up at the station entrance we were cutting it fine and had five minutes to catch the train. John leapt out of the car with the others and ran for the platform – leaving me to follow with our bags.
“It was the result of years in which he’d taken it for granted that others would see to all the details. I followed him as fast as I could. The station was mayhem, with fans, reporters, police and passengers all milling around. I struggled to push my way through, but when I got to the platform my way was barred by a huge policeman who, unaware that I was with the Beatles party, said, ‘Sorry, love, too late, the train’s going,’ and pushed me aside.
“I shouted for someone to help. John poked his head out of the train window, saw what was happening and yelled, ‘Tell him you’re with us! Tell him to let you on.’
“It was too late. The train was already pulling away from the platform and I was left standing with our bags, tears pouring down my cheeks. It was horribly embarrassing. Reporters were crowding around me, flashbulbs were popping and I felt a complete fool. Peter Brown, Brian’s assistant, had come to see us off: he put his arm around me and said he’d take me to Bangor by car. ‘We’ll probably get there before the train,’ he assured me, anxious to cheer me up.
“But what neither he nor anyone else knew was that my tears were not simply about the missed train. I was crying because the incident seemed symbolic of what was happening to my marriage. John was on the train, speeding into the future, and I was left behind. As I stood there, watching the train disappear into the distance, I felt certain that the loneliness I was experiencing on that platform would become permanent one day.”
Cynthia Lennon, John