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Lynching of Charlie Hale, an African-American man, on the courthouse square at the corner of Perry and Pike Streets, Lawrenceville, Georgia, April 7, 1911.
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Saint-Marc, Haiti
I watched as the pile of rocks grew taller and taller on top of my neighbor’s roof. It was a small town, and everyone knew that the gay protesters were scheduled to take the streets next week. Anger filled the air. All of the male residents had fury in their eyes. In fact, most of their time was spent discussing where to get rocks, and how to best throw them at protesters. I was 14 years old at the time, and I was terrified. Silently, I observed the preparations. Softly, I listened to the hateful comments and death wishes fall from their lips. I knew I was gay, so I was terrified by the amount of time and effort people were willing to put into intentionally hurting other human beings. Even killing them. I laid awake every night, praying to the Christian God, the voodoo gods, (insert any) god, asking for them to save me. On the day of the protest, my aunt and I stood on the balcony, watching as the pile of rocks became smaller and smaller. My aunt did not allow any of my distant cousins to throw rocks from our rooftop. Consequently, they went somewhere else. My aunt firmly believed, "He who is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone.” As I stood next to her, I started to question God, humanity, and self-acceptance. I did not receive a reply from God, but the perseverance of the gay protesters who continually fought and bled for their cause taught me the true meaning of humanity and self-acceptance. Being yourself is always worth it, especially when you are faced with cruelty. Love always prevails over hate.
The sickest burn in tv history
The sickest burn in tv history
This video was created based on the Ted Cruz campaign’s raw footage dump and aired on the December 3, 2015 episode of The Daily Show.
We encourage you to make your own remixed Ted Cruz video based on the raw footage and your own creativity. Then post it to Tumblr with “Cruz Your Own Adventure” as the tag or submit it directly to us here. We’ll reblog the ones we like and put the best on The Daily Show with Trevor Noah. Have fun, internet.
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One Million Bones DC
Led by artist Naomi Natale as part of the One Million Bones Project, this mass grave assembled at the National Mall in Washington, DC is composed of bones made of paper and plaster, but symbolizes the very real number of people killed in places like Sudan, Germany, and the former Yugoslavi. Each bone created by students and volunteers was matched with $1 sent to CARE, which helps send aid to Somalia and the Democratic Republic of Congo.
(via: nbcnews)
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