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@nadiahh-blog
My fellow black men at Harvard Medical School. Our story is one of survival. No matter how much violence, cruelty, and prejudice slung our way, still we rise.
According to reports, a fifteen-year-old Chicago boy died saving his twin brother from armed assailants this weekend.
Demario and Demacio Bailey, reportedly known around school as the Bailey boys, were walking to a high school basketball game Saturday when four young men started harassing them under a viaduct between the bus stop and the school.
According to the Chicago Tribune, Demario was shot in the chest as he tried to rescue his brother from one of the men. ABC reports the men were trying to steal his coat.
"They were raised to stick together," their grandmother, Bernice Fitzpatrick told the newspaper. "We always said, ‘Take after your brother, look after your brother.’"
Ordering the brothers to "give it up," the robbers started going through their pockets, the police report said. A struggle and fight ensued, and Demario, the older of the twins by five minutes, saw that one of the robbers was on top of his brother. He went to Demacio’s aid, telling the assailant to "Get off my brother," and was able to push the robber off, according to the report.
As Demacio took off running, the man shot Demario. He was pronounced dead on the scene.
The twin’s grandmother said it was one of the rare times the boys were allowed to travel between home and school on their own.
"Our children have always been dropped up and picked up and escorted… They were starting to say, ‘Ma, we can do things on our own,’" Fitzgerald told the Tribune. “We promised them we would give them a little more freedom. We let them go for one month. I don’t know what we’re supposed to do now.”
Carlos Johnson, 17, was reportedly arrested and charged with first-degree murder in connection with Demario’s death.
This legit breaks my goddamn heart
Damn sure didn’t see this on the news
Be outraged over Micheal Brown. Be outraged over Eric Garner. Be outraged over Peshawar. Be outraged over Sydney. Be outraged over the abduction of the students in Mexico. Be outraged over the CIA torture report. Be outraged over the injustices done to the Canadian native peoples and the police state that is North Korea.
This is not the Tragedy Olympics or the Oppression Olympics. You do not have to pick one team.
"Curing AIDS? Shit, that’s like Cadillac making a car that lasts for 50 years. And you know they can do it, but they ain’t going to do nothing that fucking dumb. Shit, they got metal on the Space Shuttle that can go around the Moon and withstand temperatures of up to 20,000 degrees, you mean to tell me you don’t think they can make an El Dorado with a fuckin’ bumper that don’t fall off?"
- Chris Rock (“Bigger and Blacker”, 1999)
Video update (x) from LeVar Burton’s Kickstarter campaign, ”Bring Reading Rainbow Back for Every Child, Everywhere.”
Watching LeVar”s emotional reaction and message made me teary-eyed. Seriously. It’s wonderful to see a community band together to support wonderful, meaningful projects such as bringing Reading Rainbow back for kids everywhere.
I’m incredibly excited to see how much money this Kickstarter can raise in the 34 days remaining. There is still plenty of time to donate. :)
Good Thing of the Day:
A woman tells her dad he’s going to be a granddad.
0:24 i wanna cry
AHMAHGAWD what a cute little babe
I showed this to my mom and he started cryig
THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING
We integrated schools but never integrated the curriculum
Christopher Emdin (via yourpersonalcheerleader)
Bob Saget: Saying fuck you to gender roles since 1994.
The persistence of Ms. Jackson
The Persistence of Memory (1931), Salvador Dali / Ms. Jackson, Outkast
white people on tumblr: *reblogs creepshots of asian girls, creates memes about strict asian parents, ignores dark skin asian girls, labels asian girls as exotic and submissive*
asian girls: we aren't exotic mail-order brides who always get an A on a math test. stop perpetuating stereotypes that homogenize the ethnic/cultural diversity in our communities
white girls:
white people on tumblr: *reblogs a million sassy black woman gifs, makes posts about black girls being too loud, makes poor black women into memes and makes fake twitter accounts for them*
black girls: we can't breath without being turned into a joke, why can't we be respected? stop perpetuating the stereotype that we're one dimensional characters instead of complex human beings, we don't exist to be your entertainment
white girls:
white people on tumblr: *glues craft store feather on a headband, reblogs sexy cherokee princess costumes, jokes about scalping people *
indigenous girls: can you stop perpetuation the idea that we're hypersexualized savages? we've been fighting our whole lives to practice our culture and you think it's ok to make a costume out of it?indigenous girls have extremely high rates of being victims of sexual assault, that's not something to joke about
white girls:
girls of color on tumblr: *makes one joke about white girls and starbucks*
white girls: why are you being so misogynistic? all of you hate women, if i replaced white with black or asian i would be called a racist
From the moment I met you, you were perfection. A manifestation of all I had ever wanted, Had ever hoped for. A god. I denied it. There was no way I could reach that high. I constantly told myself that I could never have you. I wasn't good enough. How could I ever touch you from all the way down here When I knew you were meant for more, for better. Better than here. Better than me. Eventually as the distance grew, I made progress in giving up. Then, someone happened to stumble upon that door. The one you had once broken open. The one that I resealed shut; Deadbolt, chain. Yet, I answered that door. Hesitant. He was selling, and I decided to buy. Oozing charisma to the point of nausea, He forced his foot in the door. An internal intruder alert blared. I guarded the front, not willing to let this stranger into my home. Oh how I longed for you to visit me. To come to my home that is me. But, you never did, and I never invited you. I never did let that salesman in. So, I shut that door once more. But, I became hungry. There was nothing left at home. Venturing out, there, who do I run into? I needed milk, and you, sugar. It wasn't enough. I wasn't satisfied. I needed more. I needed MORE. I decided to tell you, but you spoke first, smiles and all. I lost my appetite. You found a different home, nonetheless in my neighborhood. I relocated. Starving beyond belief, but still without appetite. I couldn't stomach any of it. My new neighborhood supported me. Progress. But, you were always around. I could sense it. Your presence was looming. I further hid. If I can't see you, you can't see me. You can't see me. I wouldn't want you to see me. Somehow, you did. A knock on the door. SURPRISE! Fuck, I should have checked. I ALWAYS check. How did I miss it? Feelings boiled over. Messes left on my front porch. I can't. I have to be there. I can't. I have to be there, I have to be there for you. I can't. I CAN'T. I CAN'T BECAUSE IT'S YOU. BECAUSE IT'S YOU. YOU. YOU YOU YOU. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING? I said I wouldn't, but you're making me feel like I can. I want to invite you in. I want to tell you, Come in. Come in and stay. Stay here. Stay here with me. Whether you never come in, or at some point leave, I at least want to know that I had given you that welcome. "Come inside, it's cold out there. It's cold in here too, but baby....at least I'll have you. Come inside and make yourself at home, make yourself at home in me.
From me to you...
WHY CANT I HAVE A PET PIKACHU T_T