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White supremacy does not want you to follow rules or do things 'the right way'. They want you dead or living in fear of dying for the simple crime of existing.
These parents were killed by white supremacy.
These parents were killed by pro-lifers who only want white children in the world.
Rebecca & David / Cyberpunk: Edgerunners S1E8
Truncated text of tweet from MrPitBull, Mar 11, 2026:
She kept finding women in laboratory photographs from the 1800s. Then she read the published papers—and every single woman had vanished. Someone had erased them from history.
Yale University, 1969.
Margaret Rossiter was a graduate student studying the history of science. She was one of very few women in her program.
Every Friday afternoon, students and faculty gathered for beers and informal conversation. One week, Margaret asked a simple question: "Were there ever any women scientists?"
The faculty answered firmly: No.
Someone mentioned Marie Curie. The group dismissed it—her husband Pierre really deserved the credit.
Margaret didn't argue. But she also didn't believe them.
So she started looking.
She found a reference book called "American Men of Science"—essentially a Who's Who of scientific achievement. Despite the title, she was shocked to discover it contained entries about women. Botanists trained at Wellesley. Geologists from Vermont.
There were names. There were credentials. There were careers.
The professors had been wrong.
But Margaret's discovery was just the beginning. Because as she dug deeper into archives across the country, she found something far more disturbing.
Photograph after photograph showed women standing at laboratory benches, working with equipment, listed on research teams.
But when she read the published papers, the award citations, the official histories—those same women had disappeared. Their names were missing. Their contributions erased.
It wasn't random. It was systematic.
Women who designed experiments watched male colleagues publish results without giving them credit. Women whose discoveries were assigned to supervisors. Women listed in acknowledgments instead of as authors. Women passed over for awards that went to male collaborators who contributed far less.
Margaret realized she was witnessing a pattern that stretched across centuries.
Women had always been present in science. The record had simply pushed them aside.
She needed a name for what she was documenting.
In the early 1990s, she found it in the work of Matilda Joslyn Gage—a 19th-century suffragist who had written about this exact phenomenon in 1870.
In 1993, Margaret published a paper formally naming it: The Matilda Effect.
The term captured something that had been hidden in plain sight for generations. Once you knew the term, you saw it everywhere.
Her dissertation became a lifelong mission.
For more than 30 years, Margaret researched and wrote her landmark three-volume series: Women Scientists in America. She examined letters, institutional policies, individual careers. She gathered undeniable evidence that women in science had been consistently under-credited and structurally excluded.
Her work faced resistance. Many dismissed women's history as political rather than academic. Others insisted she was exaggerating.
Margaret didn't argue emotionally. She presented data. Documented cases. Patterns repeated across decades and institutions.
Eventually, the evidence became undeniable.
Her research helped restore recognition to scientists who had been erased:
Rosalind Franklin, whose X-ray work revealed DNA's structure—credit went to Watson and Crick.
Lise Meitner, who explained nuclear fission—omitted from the Nobel Prize.
Nettie Stevens, who discovered sex chromosomes—received little credit.
Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, who discovered stars are made of hydrogen—initially dismissed.
And countless others whose names had nearly vanished.
Margaret changed the narrative. Science was no longer just the story of solitary male geniuses. It became a story of collaboration that included women who had been written out.
The Matilda Effect became standard terminology. Scholars used it to examine how credit is assigned, how authors are listed, who receives awards, who gets left out.
Decolonizing your mind and deconstructing the reality the system has created around you is a lifelong process, and this is a statement that turns ppl off bc it sounds like never-ending struggle. It sounds like endless frustration, a diagnosis of chronic self-inflicted Debbie Downerism, but that’s only bc you’ve never experienced unconflicted joy. Like unconditional love, unconflicted joy is all-consuming bc it doesn’t require you to first dispense w critical thinking. Start by asking yourself what emotion a claim is appealing to and what it is a person wants to trigger in you. Emotions are not signs of weakness; they are your mind-body’s first line of defense, they arise without thought in reaction to a stimulus. The system you live under tells you to ignore the ones that threaten it, the ones that call it into question. The system tells you they’re weak bc it wants you to worship at the altar of strength. The system was built through coercive force and domination; accordingly, the only emotions it approves of are anger and fear. Anger reinforces the system itself and fear is the only appropriate response to that system. All the rest are relegated.
Confronting your fear is likely to piss you off just like someone else pointing out your fear makes you defensive. From the heart of your fear you desperately fling “I’m not scared—you are” and hope it sticks. Know that it’s not your fault, that the system was never designed to work for you, that the system was designed to kill you, at worst. At best, the system is entirely apathetic to your existence. You might start to wonder why tf you bother to uphold something that ain’t doing you any good. Take a brick off the wall.
If someone tells you to be disgusted by something, what they’re really doing is telling you to be afraid of it—afraid of contamination. The system loves the language of contagion bc it uses your fear to increase the distance between you and anything that might cause you to question the system. The system knows your disgust will gradually grow into hate and from that hate new fears will blossom. The system depends on your inability to dissect those fears and understand what put them there and what makes them tick. As you start unpacking, you take down a brick, and another, and another.
The system doesn’t want this. The system depends on your belief that it is natural and right and proper and good. Eventually the brick you take down will be load-bearing. The system will collapse and you’ll finally see the sun. It starts w a simple question, the one adults get pissed at toddlers for asking repeatedly: WHY. Why lays the system bare. Why causes the causeway to crumble and reveals a different path—one that’s a little bit messier but a lot more fun.
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