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Happy Fuck These Guys Day to everyone, whether you celebrate or not. Go find a Native org to support.
Fuck Conquerors
Rudolph Belarski (1900–1983), “Death Plays Santa Claus”
cover art from Popular Detective Vol. 30 #1, December 1945
would u raise him? ♥︎~(◕‿◕。)
Es mi momento más humilde este. No tengo para el Scotch :(
Cada día más solo. ¿Estaré contagiado de esa epidemia de soledad masculina?
Dinosaur War Izenborg (1977)
Battles we'd like to see: Godzilla versus the original Moguera robot from The Mysterians (1957)
Tuira Kayapó brandished her machete in the face of a government official who was trying to convince indigenous leaders to accept a mega-dam project in the Amazon, 1989
“Electricity won’t give us food. We need the rivers to flow freely. Don’t talk to us about relieving our ‘poverty’ – we are the richest people in Brazil. We are Indians.”
part of kayapó’s speech during this event
also! she’s still alive! that sort of thing is always worth pointing out to show that we really aren’t too far removed from events like this! here’s a 2019 photo of her:
I just checked, she passed away in August 2024 - but not before working with a filmmaker to make an hour long movie where she explains her life and her activism. If you want to hear what she has to say for herself, here’s the opportunity.
Movie is ‘Tuire Kayapó’ (First Contact) by Pınar Yolaçan, in case the link breaks
Sueñan las pulgas con comprarse un perro y sueñan los nadies con salir de pobres, que algún mágico día llueva de pronto la buena suerte, que llueva a cántaros la buena suerte; pero la buena suerte no llueve ayer, ni hoy, ni mañana, ni nunca, ni en lloviznita cae del cielo la buena suerte, por mucho que los nadies la llamen y aunque les pique la mano izquierda, o se levanten con el pie derecho, o empiecen el año cambiando de escoba.
Los nadies: los hijos de nadie, los dueños de nada. Los nadies: los ningunos, los ninguneados, corriendo la liebre, muriendo la vida, jodidos, rejodidos:
Que no son, aunque sean. Que no hablan idiomas, sino dialectos. Que no profesan religiones, sino supersticiones. Que no hacen arte, sino artesanía. Que no practican cultura, sino folklore. Que no son seres humanos, sino recursos humanos. Que no tienen cara, sino brazos. Que no tienen nombre, sino número. Que no figuran en la historia universal, sino en la crónica roja de la prensa local. Los nadies, que cuestan menos que la bala que los mata.
Los Nadies, Eduardo Galeano