“For blacks, the “war on terror” hasn’t “come ‘home.’” It’s always been here. How then might we consider the emphasis on the militarization of policing as the problem as another example of “the precariousness of empathy”? The problem with casting militarization as the problem is that the formulation suggests it is the excess against which we must rally. We must accept that the ordinary is fair, for an extreme to be the problem. The policing of black people — carried out through a variety of mechanisms and processes — is purportedly warranted, as long as it doesn’t get too militarized and excessive.”—Itemizing Atrocity,Tamara K. Nopper & Mariame Kaba (via marginaliaetalia)
i’m becoming increasingly annoyed by the amount of self-proclaimed anti-racist white ppl i have in my social media sphere who will talk about anything but the current state of the world, but not only are they avoiding Ferguson, police brutality, anti-blackness, etc, they are actively posting shit like “today was such an amazing day!”
y’all, i called this shit. white lefty leftist anarchist communists whatever the fuck are taking to ferguson to try to incite their version of “revolution” that doesn’t honor the self-determination of the Black communities there and is definitely not a show of solidarity
all you white and non-Black ~*lefty leftists*~ getting voyeuristic hard ons for the rebellion that is happening in Ferguson need to get your shit together before you try to go organize ~*solidarity actions*~ without actually talking to any Black people and communities
it’s totally possible to be concerned with and upset by and angered by more than 1 thing at once. the idea that we can only be thinking or talking or mourning about 1 thing at once is totally how this fucking shithole of capitalism + white supremacy + etc wants us to be so that we slowly lose context of how murders and violence in the west fuel and work concurrently with murders and violence elsewhere.
several years back we thought about bringing my grandma from viet nam to spend up to 6 months with us. it’s too late to do it now because she’s too old and her health is too poor to travel. but when we were discussing it one of the biggest things that came up was that we were scared she would be sad, spending most of the week at home and waiting around as my mom worked and i did school.
and we would talk about the possibility that she would be unhappy without speaking a single breath to our own daily grind that made us sad and long for a brief second to breathe or a brief second to be held and comforted by my grandmother, my mom’s mom.
i still think about that from time to time- our total disregard for the reality that we weren’t all that happy, struggling, being broke all of the time, spending most of our waking hours outside of the house we would later lose.
i’m not sure why i’m thinking about this right now. i think i just really miss my grandma.
i’ve been made aware that i reblogged a post yesterday (the one below this one) from two folks who identify as radfems and have a history of inciting violence against trans people, particularly trans women in their “feminist” critiques.
i apologize for the harm i may have caused for doing so and for being unaware of who i was sharing content from. if anyone would like to talk about it please send me a message. i apologize again.
“…because we have not challenged heteropatriarchy, we have deeply internalized the notion that social hierarchy is natural and inevitable, thus undermining our ability to create movements for social change that do not replicate the structures of domination that we seek to eradicate. Whether it is the neocolonial middle managers of the non-profit industrial complex or the revolutionary vanguard elite, the assumption is that patriarchs of any gender are required to manage and police the revolutionary family.”—Andrea Smith, “Heteropatriarchy, A Building Block of Empire” (via dialecticsof)
“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water can wear away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”—Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad (via ethiopienne)
If you’re poor, the only way you’re likely to injure someone is the old traditional way: artisanal violence, we could call it – by hands, by knife, by club, or maybe modern hands-on violence, by gun or by car.
But if you’re tremendously wealthy, you can practice industrial-scale violence without any manual labor on your own part. You can, say, build a sweatshop factory that will collapse in Bangladesh and kill more people than any hands-on mass murderer ever did, or you can calculate risk and benefit about putting poisons or unsafe machines into the world, as manufacturers do every day. If you’re the leader of a country, you can declare war and kill by the hundreds of thousands or millions. And the nuclear superpowers – the US and Russia – still hold the option of destroying quite a lot of life on Earth.
So do the carbon barons. But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.
i’m leaving raleigh today and headed to rva for like 15 minutes to drop off tabi and then i’m off again for the money for our movements social justice fundraising conference which i am excited for but i’m like ugh i just want to be home
jess is also going to this conference so we’ll see each other and we live together but i just wanna be home and cuddle and sleep and clean and work on my shit before i lose it in the gloomy winter months
it’s a fucked world we live in that i’m already crying about my children not wanting to learn vietnamese before even having any children because of just knowing that so many of our folks out here have their mother tongues taken and tired and beaten out of them.
1 more week and i’m back in richmond. i’m really excited and am homesick, miss jess, miss our living room and our bedroom and our kitchen even if the house itself has been such a struggle. i’m feeling really excited and good about all that’s to come. i really really am and it’s really really refreshing.
i have a thing about adults telling kids that they’re “really mature” for their age or that they’re “not really” kids. i think it just sets them up for some unhealthy expectations about themselves for the rest of their lives - i know that shit happened to me because i had to grow up fast to translate for my parents and take care of myself when they couldn’t because of language and resource inaccess.
it’s important for our kids to know it’s okay for them to be kids
these days i’m really trying to remember to let my 9 year old sister know she is still a kid even when she is the tallest and biggest in her classes and is constantly mistaken for and expected to be a teenager.
this shit is just so important, especially for kids of color, little girls of color who start facing fucked up shit far too young because the rationalization is that they’re “really mature” for their age.