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I say this, as the biggest fan of Hunchback....
This hellsite has to stop making out itâs progressive in ways itâs not. Itâs progressive because it has a lead disabled character, a lead, traumatised, disabled character who is the hero and retains good. But⊠Quasi not getting Esmerelda isnât progressive for two reasons. 1) Phebus gets her, the guy who she hated, the guy who chases after despite her saying ânoâ. She actually liked Quasi. 2) This is one of the only movies of the time where the main guy doesnât get the girl and itâs not a coincidence that this is the movie with a disabled protagonist. This contributes to the desexualisation of disabled people. So stop with your âHunchback is the amazing guy doesnât get the girlâ story!! Because itâs not and youâre making me have to get all angry about one of my favourite childhood films. (Because little EJ has needed a disabled autistic trauma guy in his life.) Stop ignoring disabled people in your activism.
A-Effing-MEN!
Hereâs part of a ranting reply I made to a thread praising âThe Hunchback of Notre Dame,â earlier this year (slightly edited, because I was down to my last spoon by the time I got to this part):
The âhappy endingâ in H.o.N.D. is an ice-cold comfort to a disabled young person watching the film, for whom moving straight from their family home into a Group Home is often considered their best chance at surviving as an adult â to be a Ward of the State, in a patronizing and infantilizing position for the rest of their lives.
Maybe I donât want to be loved by the whole village. Maybe I think the whole village should just Fuck Off because of how theyâve mistreated me all these years. Maybe what I really want is that one person I can turn to and say: âItâs you and me against the world, Baby!â
Quantity is no substitute for Quality when it comes to being loved.
And for the writers of HoND to say: âQuasimodo doesnât get what he wants, but he gets what he needs.â
God damn it â but that sounds too much like every able-bodied doctor, physical therapist, teacher, and camp counselor who had ever overruled my wants, and gaslighted  my emotions, because Iâm disabled, and their status as able-bodied gave them instant authority (and power) to decide for me what my needs are.
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You know what? I want a love story where the Girl Chooses the Crippled One, and itâs the handsome, strong, Golden Boy that accepts her choice with grace.
Thatâs what I want. That would be the best of both tropes.
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âCause, yeah, thatâs an excellent point you make about Phebus not taking ânoâ for an answer â which makes the âGoodnessâ of Quasi a little more suspect, if his acquiescence enables rape culture.
That would have been an even stronger message, because handsome, strong, Golden Boys donât ever have to take ânoâ for an answer. And Monster Boys (and Girls, and EnBee Swirls) hear it all the Effing time.
If Quasi is the epitome of âGoodness,â then âgoodnessâ is no different than âmeekness,â especially in the face of the cis-het-normate status quo.
yeah getting very tired of people defending this aspect in a wilfully obtuse way. if disney had dozens of movies- screw it if disney had three or four movies where the good guy male lead doesnât get the girl bc hey sometimes you donât get the girl, thatâd be one thing. instead we have the one movie with a disabled and disfigured male lead and just by total coincidence it happens to be the one where the guy needs to learn this particular lesson.Â
nah, like op says thatâs not a coincidence. the fact that they have her pair up with Big Strong Blonde Rugged guy bc god forbid a woman in a 90s disney movie just end up single makes it very clear: the message is not âsometimes the guy doesnât get the girlâ itâs âthis type of guy does not get the girlâ and if you think thatâs a ~progressive~ message for disabled kids (and kids who are gonna grow up seeing and knowing disabled people) to take home youâre lying to yourself and the world is poorer for the message you are endorsing
@ruby-white-rabbit here is the some good information.Â
This is a result of the inhumane decisions that members of this administration want you to be silent about in public for fear of a loss of âcivilityâ.
The kid and her lawyer were about the only humans there. For fucks sake, theyâre kids.
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Terry Crews came out and admitted he had been sexually assulted by someone in the film industry, and is now being blacklisted. I have been a fan of his since Idiocracy, and will continue to support all of his work.
So when you wonder why people donât come forward with their assults, this is why.
Where are all the bitch men who ask about male sexual assault when the focus is on women but are dead silent when men are actually at the focus. Â
Itâs almost as if Menâs Rights Activists donât really care about menâs rights. HmmmâŠ.
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Terry is my favorite and only reason I see those movies! Fuck the producers! That whole movement where #timesup? Nah. Publicity stunt. They donât give a shit. They donât want to change. Burn Hollywood down
I have never understood the phrase âpower moveâ as clearly as I do in this very moment.
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go to google translate. type a sentence in english and translate it to a language of your choice. translate it again to another language. translate it again. and again. and again. translate it 6 more times. then once more. translate it one final time back to english. what are you left with? something thatâs completely different than the original.Â
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The famous La Marseillaise scene from Casablanca.
You know, this scene is so powerful to me that sometimes I forget that not everyone who watches it will understand its significance, or will have seen Casablanca. So, because this scene means so much to me, I hope itâs okay if I take a minute to explain whatâs going on here for anyone whoâs feeling left out.
Casablanca takes place in, well, Casablanca, the largest city in (neutral) Morocco in 1941, at Rickâs American Cafe (Rick is Humphrey Bogartâs character you see there). In 1941, America was also still neutral, and Rickâs establishment is open to everyone: Nazi German officials, officials from Vichy (occupied) France, and refugees from all across Europe desperate to escape the German war engine. A neutral cafe in a netural country is probably the only place youâd have seen a cross-section like this in 1941, only six months after the fall of France.
So, the scene opens with Rick arguing with Laszlo, who is a Czech Resistance fighter fleeing from the Nazis (if youâre wondering what theyâre arguing about: Rick has illegal transit papers which would allow Laszlo and his wife, Ilsa, to escape to America, so he could continue raising support against the Germans. Rick refuses to sell because heâs in love with Laszloâs wife). Theyâre interrupted by that cadre of German officers singing Die Wacht am Rhein: a German patriotic hymn which was adopted with great verve by the Nazi regime, and which is particularly steeped in anti-French history. This depresses the hell out of everybody at the club, and infuriates Laszlo, who storms downstairs and orders the house band to play La Marseillaise: the national anthem of France.
Wait, but when I say âitâs the national anthem of France,â I donât want you to think of your national anthem, okay? Wherever youâre from. Because Franceâs anthem isnât talking about some glorious long-ago battle, or Franceâs beautiful hills and countrysides. La Marseillaise is FUCKING BRUTAL. Hereâs a translation of what theyâre singing:
Arise, children of the Fatherland! The day of glory has arrived! Against us, tyranny raises its bloody banner. Do you hear, in the countryside, the roar of those ferocious soldiers? Theyâre coming to your land to cut the throats of your women and children!
To arms, citizens! Form your battalions! Letâs march, letâs march! Let their impure blood water our fields!
BRUTAL, like I said. DEFIANT, in these circumstances. And the entire cafe stands up and sings it passionately, drowning out the Germans. The Germans who are, in 1941, still terrifyingly ascendant, and seemingly invincible.
âVive la France! Vive la France!â the crowd cries when itâs over. France has already been defeated, the German war machine roars on, and the people still refuse to give up hope.
But hereâs the real kicker, for me: Casablanca came out in 1942. None of this was âhistoryâ to the people who first saw it. Real refugees from the Nazis, afraid for their lives, watched this movie and took heart. These were current events when this aired. Victory over Germany was still far from certain. The hope it gave to people then was as desperately needed as it has been at any time in history.
God I love this scene.
not only did refugees see this movie, real refugees made this movie. most of the european cast members wound up in hollywood after fleeing the nazis and wound up.Â
paul heinreid, who played laszlo the resistance leader, was a famous austrian actor; he was so anti-hitler that he was named an enemy of the reich. ugarte, the petty thief who stole the illegal transit papers laszlo and victor are arguing about? was played by peter lorre, a jewish refugee. carl, the head waiter? played by s.z. sakall, a hungarian-jew whose three sisters died in the holocaust.Â
even the main nazi character was played by a german refugee:Â conrad veidt, who starred in one of the first sympathetic films about gay men and who fled the nazis with his jewish wife.Â
thereâs one person in this scene that deserves special mention. did you notice the woman at the bar, on the verge of tears as she belts out la marseillaise? sheâs yvonne, rickâs ex-girlfriend in the film. in real life, the actressâs name is madeleine lebeau and she basically lived the plot of this film: she and her jewish husband fled paris ahead of the germans in 1940. her husband, macel dalio, is also in the film, playing the guy working the roulette table. after they occupied paris, the nazis used his face on posters to represent a âtypical jew.â madeleine and  marcel managed to get to lisbon (the goal of all the characters in casablanca), and boarded a ship to the americas⊠but then they were stranded for two months when it turned out their visa papers were forgeries. they eventually entered the US after securing temporary canadian visas. marcel dalioâs entire family died in concentration camps.Â
go back and rewatch the clip. watch madeleine lebeauâs face.
casablanca is a classic, full of classic acting performances. but in this moment, madeleine lebeau isnât acting. this isnât yvonne the jilted lover onscreen. this is madeleine lebeau, singing âla marseillaiseâ after she and her husband fled france for their lives. this is a real-life refugee, her real agony and loss and hope and resilience, preserved in the midst of one of the greatest films of all time.Â
I remember when I first saw Casablanca, and being struck by this scene, and that was without knowing the history behind it or all that Madeleine Lebeau - and so many more refugees- had suffered.Â
Do yourself a solid and watch this film. Watch this scene. And most of all, remember refugees, the ones who lived then and especially the ones who live now. Â
I knew this movie, of course, itâs one of the mains from my motherâs list of movies you should see âAt least once in a lifetimeâ, but I had never until now felt any desire to watch it.
Itâs one of those movies where context and the (not so quite) subtle subtext are vitally important to understanding the importance of it, not only as a classic piece of film making (hokey old timey speech and all), but as a political and social commentary of the times, rooted fiercely in protest and a whole lot of âfuck you fascistsâ.
I never really got it until my father (raised by his Jewish grandmother who fled Austria with the clothes on her back and a single suitcase and swathes of dead loved ones left behind) sat me down and told me the full context of when the movie was made, what it was actually about and who it was made for.
It made his casual way of saying âhereâs looking at you kidâ whenever we skipped school to go to protest rallies (start of the Iraq war) all the more poignant for me. I just thought he was being an old man quoting the popular cult media from his youth. But it means so much more than that.
Cause hereâs the thing about that iconic line from the end of the movie: youâll find screeds and screeds of people talking about how heâs using it to flirt with her once last time and just how suave it is, alluding that itâs purely about her youth and beauty and his ever lasting love for her even though sheâs married to someone else.
But that line? Had been in use for a good 50+ years prior to Casablanca gracing the screens. Itâs a toast, a wish for your health. And the people watching would have known the significance of it, particularly the displaced Europeans knowing that theyâll likely never see their loved ones again.
Cause hereâs looking at you kidâ and the unspoken meaning behind itâ one last time.
Rick isnât just letting go of the love of his life in that scene. Heâs using his position of power and privilege as an American with access to outside networks (predominantly crime related, but hey) to help her escape the country with her highly persecuted and sought after husband to a place of safety.
He had the option to just take her himself and runâ and her husband even urges him to do so at one point. But Rick endeavors to get them both to safety, and he shows up armed to do so. He fights for their freedom even though he doesnât have to. He goes from staunchly refusing to help them out of bitterness and cynicism, to realizing that if he doesnât do something people are going to die. And he doesnât just save the woman he loves, which would be oh so easy. He saves the man he hates too. Because he can, so he must.
The final scene ends with Renault (played by Claude Rains, an Englishman), head of the local police (and a character largely played for laughs), making the decision not to arrest Rick or anyone else involved when ordered to, actively defying the orders of a fascist. When he and Rick are walking away, he insinuates that he and Rick should join the French Resistance movement in Brazzaville, and Rick again delivers the other iconic line from the movie: âLouis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.â
Casablanca is about forging alliances in the face of tyranny. Itâs about doing what is right, even though it goes against the law when the law is corrupt. Itâs about being willing to give up your own liberties and comfort to preserve the things you love, even though it wonât directly benefit you. Hell, it might even kill you. But someoneâs got to do it.
And yea, itâs old, itâs dated and a product of itâs time and it shows. There are times when the modern viewer will cringe and rightly so. But it was also incredibly out there for its time, when the world was going to absolute hell in a hand basket and it seemed like the walls were closing in, it held many important messages, but primarily: Resist.
So hereâs looking at you, kids.
Itâs 2018 sis đ ainât nothing but clowns running this place
Iâm sorry to make tonightâs posts about my past experiences.
This has always been the case. Unaccompanied minors have always represented themselves in immigration court. When I represented immigrants in removal (deportation) proceedings, my friend tipped me off to kids in her care who were going to court alone. I muscled my way into the courtroom and told the immigration judges that my org would represent them. I donât remember representing toddlers but I did represent a six year old who narrowly escaped being raped in Brownsville, TX.
Undocumented children have no ârightâ to legal counsel. Unless pro bono attorneys or nonprofit orgs get involved, immigrant children will go unrepresented in court. This is a travesty and as a nation, we should be ashamed.
I used to work for an immigration lawyer (I am not a lawyer; this is not legal advice) and I can add some context to the points made about undocumented kids in immigration court.
The thing about âimmigration courtâ is that itâs not part of the judicial branch of the federal government, so many of the constitutional protection of going to court (like the right to a lawyer), donât apply. Instead, âimmigration courtsâ are part of the executive branch. So nobody going into immigration court has a ârightâ to counsel. Itâs particularly heinous when youâre talking about toddlers, but not surprising given the rules that come down from the executive branch.
And these rules werenât great under Obama, but theyâre worse under the current administration.
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
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