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From The Walking Dead to The Flash, fanfiction adds necessary nuance to the narratives of black women onscreen—thanks to the black women who are writing these stories.
From The Walking Dead to The Flash, fanfiction adds necessary nuance to the narratives of black women onscreen—thanks to the black women who are writing these stories.
And this is just the tip of the iceberg...
Think Trump will be restrained by "checks and balances"?
This is too good!
From Eugene Robinson
Led by ethnographer and writer Christina Xu, over 40 young people from the Asian-American community have collaborated on an open letter to their families and friends about Black Lives Matter.
There are now nearly a dozen translations of the letter, including versions in Chinese, Bengali, Indonesian, Punjabi, Japanese and Urdu among others.
Here it is in full:
Mom, Dad, Uncle, Auntie, Grandfather, Grandmother:
We need to talk.
You may not have grown up around people who are Black, but I have. Black people are a fundamental part of my life: they are my friends, my classmates and teammates, my roommates, my family. Today, I’m scared for them.
This year, the American police have already killed more than 500 people. Of those, 25% have been Black, even though Black people make up only 13% of the population. Earlier this week in Louisiana, two White police officers killed a Black man named Alton Sterling while he sold CDs on the street. The very next day in Minnesota, a police officer shot and killed a Black man named Philando Castile in his car during a routine traffic stop while his girlfriend and her four-year-old daughter looked on. Overwhelmingly, the police do not face any consequences for ending these lives.
This is a terrifying reality that some of my closest friends live with every day.
Even as we hear about the dangers Black Americans face, our instinct is sometimes to point at all the ways we are different from them. To shield ourselves from their reality instead of empathizing. When a policeman shoots a Black person, you might think it’s the victim’s fault because you see so many images of them in the media as thugs and criminals. After all, you might say, we managed to come to America with nothing and build good lives for ourselves despite discrimination, so why can’t they?
I want to share with you how I see things.
It’s true that we face discrimination for being Asian in this country. Sometimes people are rude to us about our accents, or withhold promotions because they don’t think of us as “leadership material.” Some of us are told we’re terrorists. But for the most part, nobody thinks “dangerous criminal” when we are walking down the street. The police do not gun down our children and parents for simply existing.
This is not the case for our Black friends. Many Black people were brought to America as slaves against their will. For centuries, their communities, families and bodies were ripped apart for profit. Even after slavery, they had to build back their lives by themselves, with no institutional support — not allowed to vote or own homes, and constantly under threat of violence that continues to this day.
In fighting for their own rights, Black activists have led the movement for opportunities not just for themselves, but for us as well. Many of our friends and relatives are only able to be in this country because Black activists fought to open up immigration for Asians in the 1960s. Black people have been beaten, jailed, even killed fighting for many of the rights that Asian Americans enjoy today. We owe them so much in return. We are all fighting against the same unfair system that prefers we compete against each other.
When someone is walking home and gets shot by a sworn protector of the peace — even if that officer’s last name is Liang — that is an assault on all of us, and on all of our hopes for equality and fairness under the law.
For all of these reasons, I support the Black Lives Matter movement. Part of that support means speaking up when I see people in my community — or even my own family — say or do things that diminish the humanity of Black Americans in this country. I am telling you this out of love, because I don’t want this issue to divide us. I’m asking that you try to empathize with the anger and grief of the fathers, mothers and children who have lost their loved ones to police violence. To empathize with my anger and grief, and support me if I choose to be vocal, to protest. To share this letter with your friends, and encourage them to be empathetic, too.
As your child, I am proud and eternally grateful that you made the long, hard journey to this country, that you’ve lived decades in a place that has not always been kind to you. You’ve never wished your struggles upon me. Instead, you’ve suffered through a prejudiced America, to bring me closer to the American Dream.
But I hope you can consider this: the American Dream cannot exist for only your children. We are all in this together, and we cannot feel safe until ALL our friends, loved ones and neighbors are safe. The American Dream that we seek is a place where all Americans can live without fear of police violence. This is the future that I want — and one that I hope you want, too.
With love and hope,
Your children
Xu and others are hoping this will prevent the story of Peter Liang and Akai Gurley from happening again.
I am telling you this out of love, because I don’t want this issue to divide us. I’m asking that you try to empathize with the anger and grief of the fathers, mothers and children who have lost their loved ones to police violence. To empathize with my anger and grief, and support me if I choose to be vocal, to protest. To share this letter with your friends, and encourage them to be empathetic, too.
this is a case where I don’t think the racial disparity is the main story. Hughes may have been totally within his legal rights. But his actions were really only barely less stupid than the jackasses who terrorize folks at the local Bennigans or Home Depot by ‘legally’ walking into a public establishment with an AR-15. Why do you bring a rifle to a peaceful protest? I get it. You do it as a message of self-assertion and power in the face of dehumanization and powerless. It’s still stupid; it’s not the right or a safe way to send that message. And much than Hughes, who again was doing something that lots and lots of people are doing these days, this is a good illustration of why these laws are stupid, why the whole idea making society more 'safe’ by arming everyone to the teeth is idiotic. […] Civilians openly carrying weapons in civilian spaces is a signal of inherent menace.
The Case of Mark Hughes, Or Don’t Carry at a Protest (via wilwheaton)
Civilians openly carrying weapons in civilian spaces is a signal of inherent menace. People talk about the Old West. But the actual Old West had pretty intense regulation of firearms. You weren’t allowed to bring them into town or in many cases had to turn them in when you went into the town proper. Ownership of firearms was widespread. But people weren’t required to think stupid things about firearms, as people seem to be today. As someone, I can’t remember who, said about the Dallas protests, the protests themselves were a good exemplar of a democratic society: civilians peaceably assembling to protest police abuses under the protection of the police themselves. Unlike the imbecile Lt. Gov. of Texas claims, there’s nothing remotely contradictory about this. Indeed, it’s the essence of democratic society. Introducing civilian firearms into that mix - especially openly brandished for dramatic effect - is simply not compatible with that picture. At a minimum it makes possible potential tragic confusion.
Civilians openly carrying weapons in civilian spaces is a signal of inherent menace.
Open Carry is so fucking stupid it hurts.
(via wilwheaton)
I want a black belt in Captain Kirk fight moves.
This is freakin’ genius.
Grateful AR15
"Son, after I'm gone I want you to keep up the good fight. I never told you, but our life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days, a spy in the enemy's country ever since I gave up my gun back in reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion's mouth. I want you to overcome 'em with yeses, undermine 'em with grins, agree 'em to death and destruction, let 'em swoller you till they vomit you or bust wide open." --Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
“I don’t understand asexuality. That can’t be a real thing.” Well I don’t understand calculus. I guess that means it’s not real either. 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
SAY IT AGAIN FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
Consider: No one should starve.
No matter what their job is.
No matter if they have a job.
No matter if they are drug free.
No matter if they have a clean criminal record.
No matter if they went to college.
No matter if they finished high school.
No. One. Should. Starve.
The Evolution of Benedict's Grinch smile.
It won’t be long until…
Time to bring this post back because holy shit
To the point! ;-)
Via
In the musical of my life after I’m long gone, my wife Vanessa is going to be the one who steps forward as the hero. Vanessa is not particularly fond of musicals—she only likes good ones. She is not effusive in her praise, or boastful. But when I looked up from that Chernow book and said “I think this is a hip-hop musical,” she didn’t laugh, or roll her eyes. She just said, “That sounds cool.” And that was all I needed to get started. As I fell in love with the idea of a love triangle between Eliza, Alexander, and Angelica, she said, “Can you have Angelica rap? That would be cool.” I am someone who is so averse to travel that I wrote a whole musical about not wanting to leave my block in Washington Heights. It was Vanessa who booked us trips and time away from New York. “You don’t get any writing done here because life keeps popping up.” Thanks to her, Hamilton was written in Mexico, Spain, Nevis, Sagaponack, St. Croix, Puerto Rico, The Dominican Republic—long trips where Vanessa would take me there and then leave me alone to write while she explored. She is my first audience, and she’s a tough audience, so I know if I impress her I’ve cleared the highest possible bar. She’ll come home from work and say, “Your king tune was stuck in my head all day—that’s probably a good sign.” This started out as a note trying to explain how my wife really is the ‘best of wives and best of women,’ but I’m trying to get at something more important—this show simply doesn’t exist without Vanessa. It’s a love letter to her.
Lin-Manuel Miranda on the role of his wife, Vanessa Nadal, in the creation of Hamilton. From the annotated libretto in Hamilton: The Revolution (via darrenburr)
