diaspora: to be a child of the war even decades after the war ended
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)
(Source: todoelajo, via sofriel)
yes let’s congregate here animals
what if white people started telling each other “go to sleep america” instead of “wake up america” and they might all just go to sleep forever?
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.
im tired of things costing money
i’m really, deeply sad about the state of the states and the world today, more so than other days. so i’m listening to a 90’s valentine’s day mix on spotify