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50ft statue “dignity” goes up in South Dakota Sept 2016. Honoring the Lakota and the Dakota tribes that are indigenous to that area.

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Positive Statue Ideas:
50ft statue “dignity” goes up in South Dakota Sept 2016. Honoring the Lakota and the Dakota tribes that are indigenous to that area.
Karel Čapek. R.U.R. or Rossumovi Univerzální Roboti (Rossum’s Universal Robots), 1920-1923.
A bus poster designed by Gran Fury for Art Against Aids in 1989. Gran Fury was an art collective which used the power of art to battle the Aids crisis
Photograph: Gran Fury, Courtesy of the New York Public Library Manuscripts and Archives Division
“Why Is My Curriculum White?” (2015)
https://www.luu.org.uk/campaigns/wimcw/
‘Why is my Curriculum White?’ is a national movement aiming to challenge the persistence of Euro-centric hegemonic narratives across curricula. This movement aims to encourage a broader diversity of course content and perspectives, to help provide a richer and more global education.
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Archaeologists Uncover Vast Ancient Roman Mining Operation in Spain
Archaeologists excavating the ancient city of Munigua in southern Spain have found a vast Roman copper mining operation built on an older mine dating back thousands of years.
Exploitation of ore at Munigua apparently began by the Turdetani, the original inhabitants of the region, over 4,000 years ago. Now the excavators have discovered an elaborate system of ventilated underground galleries connected by tunnels dating to the Roman era.
They also found shafts connecting at various heights forming floors that let the miners extract metal deeper than had been believed possible at the time. Happily for the miners, the ancient Romans were on to the secret of ventilation.
The Munigua mine supplied the Roman Empire with vast amounts of iron and copper until the late second century C.E., when all the mines in Hispania were shut down. Read more.
Collection of ancient Egyptian amethyst pendants, three of frogs, and one of a falcon. They date to the Middle Kingdom, c. 2055-1650 BCE.
Etruscan golden hair ornament, dated to the 7th century BCE. Currently located in the Princeton University Art Museum.
May this accursed year 16 end as soon as possible. In 17 everything will be better.
Czar Nicholas II, in his diary, dated 31 December 1916 (via galpalison)
Czar Nicholas II: Everything will be better. *puts down pen, closes diary, smiles*
Narrator: Everything did not get better.
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(cartoon by David Horsey)
Ancient Greek gold ring with a stone intaglio of a hippocampus, dated to the 5th to 3rd centuries BCE.
Ancient Egyptian gold snake ring, dated to the Ptolemaic period, and more specifically to 332-330 BCE.
~ Bronze coin of Agathocles. Date: ca. 190 B.C. - 180 B.C. Place of origin: Begram, Bactria Culture: Greco-Bactrian Medium: alloy
current mood: “are we a nation of states? what’s the state of our nation?”
Candacy Taylor, Scholar-in-Residence, Schomburg Center, New York and contributors on the Green Book Guide.
Candacy is one of a growing number of writers, artists and filmmakers who have rediscovered the Green Book. ~ The Travel Show (New York City)
Another person they don’t teach us about.
January 24th 41 AD: Caligula killed
On this day in 41 AD, the Roman Emperor Caligula was assassinated by his guard in Rome. Born in Italy in 12 AD as Gaius Julius Caesar Germanicus, he is today known by his nickname Caligula, or ‘Little Boot’. The name was given to him by Roman soldiers on the German frontier when he was a young boy, owing to his footwear. After his parents were killed by imperial forces, Caligula was adopted by his great uncle, Emperor Tiberius; he became the third Roman emperor upon Tiberius’s death in 37 AD. With the support of the army he quickly moved to eradicate any challenges to his reign, having Tiberius’s grandson and rival heir executed. As emperor, Caligula lavished Rome with grand games and building projects. However, he soon became despised for his increasing megalomania and apparent insanity, which stemmed from an illness early in his reign. He supposedly tried to humiliate the Senate by making his favourite horse, Incitatus, a senator. Caligula also reversed previous imperial trend by actively encouraging worship of himself as a god. His reign was also brutal in its vicious treason trials and frequent executions of dissenters; he even made it a capital offence to mention a goat in the presence of the very hairy Caligula. Caligula had imperial aspirations, and undertook military campaigns in Germany and planned one to Britain. In 41 AD, after a four year reign, the increasingly unpopular Caligula was assassinated aged 29 by his own bodyguards. He was succeeded by his uncle Claudius, who proved a much more even-tempered and moderate leader.
I got pregnant three years ago. I was 22, it was a brand-new relationship, but I was adamant that I was having a baby. I’ve always taken motherhood very seriously. I was abused — the product of people who shouldn’t have had kids — then adopted. I felt so strongly that this was the most important job of my life. I wasn’t at risk of genetic defects, so during the anatomy scan it didn’t even occur to me that they were looking for abnormalities. Me, my boyfriend, and my parents all went to the appointment, and when they said I was having a girl, my mom jumped up and down hollering as if she were at a football game. My boyfriend cried. I was home alone when I got a call from the genetic specialist who told me that the tests were positive for trisomy 13. I thought that was Down syndrome and thought, Okay, I can do that. But then she started apologizing: “I’m so sorry, these babies usually miscarry. It’s a miracle she’s made it this far.” I said I didn’t understand, and she explained that my baby could pass any day, be still-born, or die soon after. I Googled “trisomy 13” and saw horrific pictures of babies without noses or mouths. I sat there and sobbed while I held my belly apologizing to her over and over and over again. I called my mom and said, “My baby’s going to die. My baby’s going to die.” The doctor cleared her schedule and saw me later that day. She said: “You need to make a decision. You’re already 23 weeks and the state of Ohio has restrictions that impact your options.” She explained I could terminate or carry the pregnancy to its extent. At the time, 24 weeks was the cutoff for abortion in Ohio or else you had to travel to another state. [In December 2016, Republican governor John Kasich signed a law that reduced this cutoff to 20 weeks.] We only had days to decide, and even then there were waiting lists and the expense was horrendous. I had never felt so alone. The counselor said my baby wasn’t in pain and there was no risk to either of our lives if we continued the pregnancy. I thought, Let’s try to make some memories while we can. I really enjoyed being pregnant. I loved having this purpose, and I thought as long as she’s not suffering, I think that her being here with us right now is the best we can do. And so … we tried. At 29 weeks, my ankles and legs got extremely swollen. I was disassociating and became lightheaded, so I left work. I started cramping and ended up in the hospital. There were so many tests, which ultimately concluded that this was an emergency situation. [Jessica was at risk of having a seizure, and potentially dying, if labor wasn’t induced.] I wasn’t thinking, I’m terminating this pregnancy in order to save my life, but that’s what my paperwork said. The doctor was very clear. He said, “You need to decide whether you want to induce now or come back in a week and get your blood pressure checked again — and I will induce you then.” I lived 45 minutes away from any hospital, on a farm without neighbors. It was a bitterly cold January. He was afraid I’d have a seizure and not get to them in time. That worried me, too. But I knew that if I was induced, there was no chance my daughter would survive. Even if I carried her to term, her survival rate was very low, less than 5 percent. Another decision I had to make was telling the doctors that I did not want them to resuscitate the baby. I was in labor for 32 hours. I declined to have her monitored during labor because I didn’t want to sit there listening to her pass away. So they’d periodically come in and quietly listen for a heartbeat. The last time, at 1 a.m., they couldn’t hear it. I made them bring my family back into the room, and about a half an hour later it was time. She was born after three pushes, and at just two and a half pounds. Her heart was still beating, but she didn’t cry or breathe or make any sort of sound. There was mention of oxygen, but I said, “Please, just let her go.” They put her on my chest, and my boyfriend came and cut the cord. She stayed alive for two and a half hours. They called it when her heart stopped. When I made the decision to “voluntarily” induce, I felt like I was picking myself over my child. I wouldn’t wish that on the most evil person on Earth. A funeral director arrived with a huge white cloth. He said, “I have to cover her face so people don’t know when I’m walking down the hall [with such a small body].” I handed her over, and that was the last time that I saw her. I didn’t want a casket on display at the funeral; that tiny box would have been way too much. I collected her ashes a week later. Many people don’t understand why this experience reinforced my pro-choice beliefs. Now more than ever, I firmly believe: No conditions. No restrictions. I can’t imagine being in that situation and being denied the dignity of making a choice. That little bit of control was so empowering. Nobody just wakes up after being pregnant for over 20 weeks and says, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” When Trump said those things about late-term abortion during the debate, I was so angry. What must the rest of the world think of us? I have friends in the U.K. and Canada saying, “What the hell? You can have 30 guns but you can’t have a dignified, comfortable abortion?” And while we’re getting abortions and making painful decisions about our bodies, Trump is fucking tweeting.
Jessica, who had an abortion after 24 weeks, rural Ohio, What Abortion Looks Like In America Right Now (via tielan)
Ancient Greek painted terracotta statuette, depicting a dancer who holds a castanets-like percussion instrument. Artist unknown; 4th-2nd cent. BCE. Now in the Antikensammlung Berlin. Photo credit: Sailko/Wikimedia Commons.