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Boston Tea Party
This famed act of American colonial defiance served as a protest against taxation. Seeking to boost the troubled East India Company, British Parliament adjusted import duties with the passage of the Tea Act in 1773. While consignees in Charleston, New York, and Philadelphia rejected tea shipments, merchants in Boston refused to concede to Patriot pressure. On the night of December 6, 1773, Samuel Adams and the Sons of Liberty boarded three ships in the Boston harbor and threw 342 chests of tea overboard. This resulted in the passage of the punitive Coercive Acts in 1774 and pushed the two sides closer to war.
This action, part of a wave of resistance throughout the colonies, had its origin in Parliament’s effort to rescue the financially weakened East India Company so as to continue benefiting from the company’s valuable position in India. The Tea Act adjusted import duties in such a way that the company could undersell even smugglers in the colonies. The company selected consignees in Boston, New York, Charleston, and Philadelphia, and 500,000 pounds of tea were shipped across the Atlantic in September.
Under pressure from Patriot groups, the consignees in Charleston, New York, and Philadelphia refused to concede. The first tea ship, Dartmouth, reached Boston November 27, and two more arrived shortly thereafter. Meanwhile, several mass meetings were held to demand that the tea be sent back to England with the duty unpaid. Tension mounted as Patriot groups led by Samuel Adams tried to persuade consignees and then the governor to accept this approach. On December 16, a large meeting at the Old South Church was told of Hutchinson’s final refusal. About midnight, watched by a large crowd, a small group of Sons of Liberty disguised as Mohawk Indians boarded the ships and jettisoned the tea. To parliament, the Boston Tea Party confirmed Massachusetts’s role as the core of resistance to legitimate British rule. The Coercive Acts of 1774 were intended to punish the colony in general and Boston in particular, both for the Tea Party and for the pattern of resistance it exemplified.
1. L’ange du mal by Joseph Geefs
2. Le genie du mal by Guillaume Geefs
Here’s the wiki article on them.
The cathedral administration declared that “this devil is too sublime.” “It compellingly illustrates the Romantic era’s attraction to darkness and the abyss, and the rehabilitation of the rebellious fallen angel. The chiropteral wings, far from inspiring revulsion, form a frame that enhances the beauty of a youthful body.”
me, doing my animal crossing rounds & talking to all my campers:
y’know i like to joke that greek mythology is the weirdest ancient religion but i’d just like to say: what the fuck, norse myth
trojans: what the fuck is up with that horse the greeks are building
greeks:
I walked to a deli and got a sandwich to go and a coffee and while I was waiting these two teenage girls ran up and were like OH MY GOD JESSICA HOW ARE YOU and then hugged me and the one whispered “that guy was following you and taking pictures of you” and then they walked home with me and that one guy stopped following me and hONESTLY THIS IS WHAT I AM HERE FOR
Y'all I was at the river just hanging with my friend and these two high school girls run up to us and say “Can you pretend to be our friends? Cause this guy has been following us,” and we sat with them and they called their parents to pick them up and I really want to share that story cause it’s SO SMART and when you’re in crisis your mind can just blank in panic so I want everyone to have that story in the back of their heads. NEVER be afraid to ask strangers for protection!
Once in like ninth grade, I was at Starbucks by myself doing homework and this weirdo came and sat at my table and was telling me how he was a photographer and how he was “scouting” for models and he really liked my “look” and he was trying to ask my name and how old I was and I was panicking bc I didn’t know what to do Then this middle aged woman came up to us and was like “EMILY there you are sweetie I was looking for you it’s time to go home!” and the guy left really awkwardly and then she told me that she had a daughter my age and asked if I told him my name and I said no and she told me to be safe Keep an eye out. Protect each other
why do men have to be so goddamn creepy like shit dude
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We tell our kids to look for the families, the moms, the dads playing with their kids.
But I’m in a position where I often have to ask random strangers for a moment of help, and I will tell you… 99 times out of 100, people are delighted to help.
(I use an electric cart to shop, and it’s often easier to ask the person standing between me and the shelf to hand me what’s in front of them than it is to wait for them to move, etc. etc. and then they’re embarrassed that they were in the way, etc. People are pretty much invariably kind.)
My husband was coming off the bus reading a book and a woman fell in next to him and said, “Will you walk me to the store over there?” (100 feet away). He said, “Sure!” and then he realized some guy was yelling racial insults at her. He walked her to the store.
When you are in public, you are not alone. But the trick is not to yell, “Will somebody help me” but to look someone in the eye and say, “Will you please help me?”
Here’s the secret:
People like being asked and want to help, especially if the thing being asked is small to them and large to the person they’re helping.
Double-especially if they did notice you might need help but are concerned for real concrete reasons about being one of those Obnoxious Hlepy People when you’d rather they just fucking left you alone.
I was at a bar one time and noticed a girl I worked with was being harassed by a much older man. He kept touching her and trying to touch her breasts and I knew she was uncomfortable, but too drunk to defend herself. Then I overheard him telling her he was going to take her home and they were going to have a good time. I went over, put my arm around her, and said “Hey, (fake name)! We’ve been looking for you! C’mon, we’re going to (some other bar) now.” As she started walking away with me, the guy grabbed my arm and pulled me back toward him. Asked me where I thought I was going. I said “Don’t touch me. My friends and I are leaving.” He responded with “Stop being such a fucking bitch- I was just having a little fun with this young thing, wasn’t I, sweetheart?” (while looking at her creepily). At that point, my husband came over with security and while they were speaking to the man, I took the girl outside and put her in a cab so she could get home. Keep your eyes open. Help people when you know they need it.
You: Hey where’s our friend, the history major?
Me: I got this
Me: MLA IS A SUPERIOR CITATION STYLE TO CHICAGO
History major friend: *breaking down the door* BITE YOUR FUCKING TONGUE
Me: There they are
The main reading room of the Czech National Library is probably one of my favourite places in the world ♡
Fun History Fact: The overwhelming majority of cowboys in the U.S. were Indigenous, Black, and/or Mexican persons. The omnipresent white cowboy is a Hollywood studio concoction meant to uphold the mythology of white masculinity.
Thank you.
I will always re-blog this
I think it was high school when i overheard some white girl put on her best semi-disgusted and confused voice and go “why do so many Mexicans dress up like cowboys?” and I had to be the person to tell her.
Why do you think the whites say buckero? Cause they couldn’t say vaquero.
I dunno if I reblogged this before but fuck it, y'all gon learn today.
Teach the children.
also, cowboy culture was hella gay. like, write-poems-about-your-cowboy-partner gay.
IF people acknowledge it, they play the necessity card– there weren’t any women out on the range, so they had to “resort to men.” this claim completely erases 1) the romantic (not just sexual) writings of actual cowboys, 2) the acknowledgement of cowboys’ potential homosexual activity by writers at the time, and 3) the possibility that some men would deliberately become cowboys with the intent to seek out homosexual encounters.
no one wants to admit it, but cowboy culture was just. so inherently gay.
Im here for the gay POC cowboys
My advice? Bring a book. Bring a book when you have meetings, bring a book when you go walking in the park. Bring a book to a first date. You don’t have to read it, that isn’t the point. Just having it with you is enough.
Everyone needs a backup plan (via bookeworm94)
me: *buys new books constantly* me: *doesn’t read* me: ????????????????????????
me listening to the constant sound of fireworks going off in my neighborhood everyday this summer from 2pm-2am
Obsessions: Tea and Mr Darcy