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@dionnesims
The North remembers, don’tcha know.
All it takes is a couple glasses of wine for me to start supplying my opinions no one asked for lmao. Enjoy!
The difference before and during the total solar eclipse. (Tryon, Nebraska)
Hi, would I please be able to repost your white complacency post on Instagram?
No problem.
Just so you know, they aren't chanting "we will not be replaced" they're, disgustingly, chanting "Jews will not replace us".
I’ve heard reports of both, but if it was only “jews will not replace us” then it wasn’t my intent to erase any antisemitic speech by misquoting that.
White complacency - that is to say, white people who shake their heads at photos of the Charlottesville rally but don’t involve themselves in the “politics” of racism because they want to live safe, quiet, white lives - is what made a KKK/nazi rally of this size possible in 2017.
Hoodless. Nazis openly chanting “blood and soil” and “jews will not replace us” fear no repercussions in America because of people like you, silent white person.
They know you will not do more than uncomfortably walk away from them when they spew their hateful rhetoric. They know you laugh when you hear racist jokes about people of color because it’s easier than speaking up. They know you cherish a quiet holiday dinner more than you care to try and change the minds of your racist family members. They know you pray, silently in your head, for God to work on their hearts and end their hatred, but that you do no work/activism in your own community to support the ones affected by that hatred. They know you’ll see the videos of them running over anti-racism protesters with cars and fear ever putting your body on the line for justice. They know at the end of the day you’ll value the comfort that comes with being white more than you value your neighbor’s right to live without fear.
They know, and they’re banking on your silence. There’s no need for hoods when the people with the most power and privilege in this country would rather pretend you’re not there.
Stop talking about how “shocked” you are and just put in the fucking work. Speak up. This is on you.
you ever substitute caring for your body by drinking so much coffee that it feels like you no longer have a body or...
If ANY of your personal views line up with Tr*mp’s, a man who’s proven himself uneducated, dangerous, offensive, ignorant, regressive, and unhinged from reality…it’s best you reconsider the quality and reality of your beliefs.
This is another reminder that silence is violence, as we continue to find marginalized peoples being targeted by the privileged.
Please.
Insecurities are so good at disguising themselves as other things. Disdain, jealousy, fear, anxiety...all of them can come from the same place of feeling unsure or self-hating. My insecurities manifest as judgment more often than not. Of myself, and of others. So I'm trying to step back and ask: Am I judging this person bc I'm insecure in my ability to do what they're doing? Am I projecting a facade of strength bc I actually feel weak but don't want to admit it? What does it mean to feel strong without comparing myself to others? I'm tired of my confidence being built on the backs of others' insecurities. And I'm tired of searching for and reveling in others' insecurities just to feel better about mine. I'm human and I'm allowed to feel insecure. I am not allowed to treat others poorly or judge them (OR MYSELF) because of it. I must check my actions to make sure they aren't rooted in my own insecurity.
The Art of Navigating
“Passports.”
I hand the balding man my passport. My boyfriend follows suit, a small shake detectable in his hand as he lets it go. My eyes widen. You are white, Ryan, why the fuck are you nervous? You don’t get to be nervous going through customs! The man glances up from my passport and gives me a raised eyebrow. I’m sweating between my boobs and I just know it’s collecting in the band like a goddamn sweat hammock. I started to wonder what it was about doing absolutely nothing wrong, that made you want to prove you were doing absolutely nothing wrong.
“Reason for traveling?”
He’s directing this question at Ryan even though his blue eyes are examining my hijab with the same keen eye of the drunk girls in clubs who tell me that I, “actually look, surprisingly, like, kind of cute?” I look over at Ryan. He’s now shaking like we’re part of an underground sex toy operation and the vibrators he’s trying to smuggle into London all turned on at once. This anxious son of a bitch. He’s nervous for me! I want to explain to the agent. He’s worried my hijab will make navigating the airport difficult for me, which would be cute if it was my hijab that was the problem and not the people judging me for it.
“We’re, um. We, uh,” Ryan clears his throat loudly. A piece of my soul departs. “We’re visiting family,” he finishes weakly. I nod. Way to stick that landing, son.
“For how long?”
“Two weeks,” I interject. “We’re staying with my parents in Kensal Rise.”
The agent gives a slow nod. Suddenly he’s stamping both of our passports with the agility and forcefulness that comes with spending eight hours a day knowing you can deny someone entry to an entire country. He hands them to us. Ryan looks proud of himself for managing not to faint. I sigh.
Ryan hugs me tightly once we’re past the customs booth. “I don’t know how you do that so often,” he says. I forget to respond, already thinking about the long tube ride before I can shower.
[Reflex Fiction]
No Police In Pride
I know this has been a hot topic around the country but I’d like to focus on my hometown for a minute. Minneapolis, MN is a majority white city in a majority white state. The queer people of color living here, myself included, often find ourselves lost to the loud voices of our white counterparts. So when the Pride committee here, Twin Cities (TC) Pride, announced that they were not going to allow uniformed officers to participate in the parade this year, we actually felt like our concerns had been heard. However, two days later they reversed their decision, stating that the police felt “hurt” and thought that the LGBTQ community was being hypocritical since we’re “supposedly all about inclusion.”
I want to sidebar for a moment to state that I hate the way the message of inclusion has become a weapon to use against members of the LGBTQ community. Queer spaces, including Pride, were created with the intention of including those were typically and systemically excluded from mainstream spaces. That sentence alone means that there are certain people and groups, namely those who have little to no problem existing in public spaces as they are, who will not be included simply because they don’t need to be. This unarguably means the police.
When TC Pride announced their reversal and that they’d be allowing uniformed officers into the pride parade, they said doing so was because they were committed to “bridging the divide and continuing conversations on both sides of this issue to ensure we consider alternatives that make each group feel comfortable and safe.” I don’t even have the patience to go into why the idea that it’s civilians’ responsibility to make police feel comfortable and safe is laughable. So I’ll say this in response to every city that allowed corporate sponsorship and uniformed police in their pride festivals:
The police are a tool of systemic oppression against minority groups (please educate yourselves on the government’s use of the police as a weapon against citizens), so to say you wish to consider both sides is to effectively allow the continued pain of the oppressed in favor of the feelings of the oppressor. It is not the job of the civilians to bridge the divide created by our government and their tools. If the cops want to be included in community events, they should start by treating members of that community with dignity and respect, not by strong-arming their way into things.
I didn't choose to be queer or black. To compare a group of people who CHOSE their career, a career steeped in violent history against minorities that continues to be violent against them, to LGBTQ and people of color is completely ignorant. Cops are not a race, ethnicity, creed, or sexual orientation. They're a government group paid for by citizen taxes, and we should be free to criticize and reject them if they do not make us feel safe. And they should be professional enough to be able to do their jobs correctly and without bias in the face of criticism, or they have no right to call themselves protectors.
All of this stated: there's no reason to have uniformed police officers in the parade except as performative allyship. Which is to say, to put on a front that police “support” LGBTQ people and people of color, when in actuality their actions speak differently. LGBTQ people and people of color have, for decades and decades, been fighting and advocating for radical police reform that we still haven't seen happen. So to have cops marching in a parade meant to celebrate the very people who often get the brunt of police brutality, is disingenuous. We don't want to see police perform allyship. We want to see them actually be allies in the form of serious change to their policing tactics and behavior toward marginalized peoples.
Of course, there are officers of color and queer officers as well, but their personal identities do not stop them from contributing to and being part of the systemic issue that is police brutality and profiling. One would hope those officers with marginalized identities understand why their fellow community members seek spaces separate from police, and are putting effort into creating radical change from the inside.
Especially in a city where just a week ago an officer was found not guilty of the murder of Philando Castile, it is wholly disappointing and egregious that police were allowed to march in the Minneapolis Pride parade. Shameful.
[FAQ in response to the statement No Police in Pride]
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month
The following is a poem I wrote after talking to a friend about the questions she was asked following her sexual assault. It is a mix of her testimony, as well as from my own experiences. I don't believe I've shared this on Facebook, mostly because it's as hard to read as it was to write, but April is sexual assault awareness month and it feels important to me now that I do. [Sharing is just fine, it’s under a read more as a content warning for rape and assault.]
To my friends and those who've experienced assault: I love you dearly, I will always listen to you, I will always believe you. My hope is that our bodies and minds remain ours forever, even when society tries so hard to take them against our will. You are still everything you were before, and there is so much you have yet to be after.
This is titled "Her Questioning."
Just wanted to share my micro-poem that’ll be on NPR this ✨upcoming weekend✨ (at a time that best suits them and that’s really all I know about that, sorry I can’t be more specific)! [original post]
You can listen to me read this poem on the radio right here: http://www.npr.org/2017/04/15/524132718/-nprpoetry-comes-when-you-write-what-you-know
Self Portrait. . . Simple girls don't speak rainstorms into existence, they don't keep you up at night, they don't battle with containing themselves when the world says they're too much, too much, too much. Would I be simple if I could? No, not for every cloudless night there was and will be. No, not for you.
Just wanted to share my micro-poem that’ll be on NPR this ✨upcoming weekend✨ (at a time that best suits them and that’s really all I know about that, sorry I can’t be more specific)! [original post]
“scabs.”
I am a water love. I require no flames, no gunpowder to feel my emotions spread like ripples beneath my skin. as rains turn streams into rivers, being around you feels like monsoon season. the thing about water, love, is the deceptiveness of the surface. you want someone to feel excited about you, and I feel cursed that the currents of my heart can’t be seen from shore.
“water love” / dionne sims