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Megan Cope, RE FORMATION 2016-19 / Cast-concrete oyster shells, copper slag / 12,000+ pieces: installed dimensions variable.
The word ‘midden’ means simply ‘refuse pile’, but these shell mounds – which have been found in coastal regions all over the world – should really be understood as material archives, which always marked sites of social and ceremonial gathering. Working within the context of Australia's settler colonial history, Quandamooka artist Megan Cope has emphasised the significance of Aboriginal middens as architectural structures. She creates sculptural installations with thousands of cast-concrete oyster shells in meticulously arranged mounds, evoking the ancient middens that were desecrated for use in concrete production. Some of these installations have also deployed copper slag – a glittery black sand that arises as a by-product of industrial copper extraction – pointing to the continuing destruction of sacred Aboriginal sites through contemporary mining practices in Australia.
-Amelia Groom, Beverly Buchanan: Marsh Ruins
Girramay, Kuku Yalanji and Yidinji artist Tony Albert has been collecting 'Aboriginalia' for close to 40 years.
They're kitsch souvenirs, popular in the 20th century, which depict racist caricatures of Aboriginal people, including items like ashtrays, children's dolls and prints.
He uses the objects in his art to challenge colonialism and is now inviting Australians to donate any similar items they may have to him and get them out of retail circulation.
"These objects are important artefacts of a different time. It sparks a conversation which is much needed, we can have these conversations together and move forward together in a sensitive and powerful way," Mr Albert said.
Exhibition Not a Souvenir, 21 May-19 October, MCA Australia
The "Public Lands Rule" is gone, and the writing is on the wall: the Trump administration is effectively treating our 245 million acres of public land like a disposable item to be sold off to the highest bidder. By gutting the mandate that conservation be treated as an equal, legitimate use of our federal lands, this administration has stripped away the guardrails that once protected our shared commons from unchecked industrial exploitation. They aren't just "cutting red tape", they’re dismantling the very framework that ensured our clean water, wildlife habitat, and migration corridors were prioritized alongside drilling, mining, and timber production. The administration’s messaging claims this is about "restoring balance" and "empowering local voices," but the reality on the ground is different. We are looking at an aggressive, top-down push to prioritize industrial extraction above all else, often while simultaneously slashing the public comment periods that allow citizens like you to speak up before a landscape is permanently scarred. * When you remove the brakes on industrial extraction, we don't just get development, we get fragmented landscapes, polluted watersheds, and habitat loss that can’t be reversed. They are betting that we won't notice the gradual erosion of these protections until the drill rigs are already in place and the wild character of these places is lost. This isn't about "access." This is about selling off the American commons to facilitate profit at the expense of our legacy. These are our lands, our water, and our wildlife. If we don’t stay loud and keep a spotlight on these rollbacks, they’ll continue to dismantle our conservation heritage piece by piece. What are your thoughts on the Trump admin cutting the Public Lands Rule? Drop them below http://news.usaunify.org/TTLbhL
“Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did, and it never will. Find out just what people will submit to, and you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them; and these will continue till they have resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they suppress.”
— Frederick Douglass
“What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; one day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sound of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants brass fronted impudence; your shout of liberty and equality, hallow mockery; your prayers and hyms [sic], your sermons and thanks-givings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy – a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States, at this very hour.”
— Frederick Douglass (1818-1895), from a speech given at Rochester, New York, July 5, 1852.
“Most Americans believe we live in a meritocracy, but for Native folks it was more like a demeritocracy: everything was a strike against you.”
Mary Annette Pember “Medicine River: A Story of Survival and the Legacy of Indian Boarding Schools”
Nina Simone performs live on stage at Newport Jazz Festival in Newport, Rhode Island, United States on 4th July 1968. Photographed by David Redfern.
‘Gender affirming care’ is a marketing term for the cosmetic surgery industry
CHAPPELL ROAN The Subway (2025) dir. Amber Grace Johnson She's got, she's got a way...
May 1, 2022
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The Runaways in Choppers magazine, October 1976
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Today in Alaska is Elizabeth Peratrovich Day!
Each February 16, we honor Elizabeth Peratrovich (Ḵaax̱gal.aat), a Tlingit woman of the Lukaax̱.ádi clan, Raven moiety, whose courage and conviction changed Alaska forever.
Born on July 4, 1911, in Petersburg, Elizabeth came of age during a time when Alaska Native people were openly demeaned and denied basic rights. Signs reading “No Dogs, No Natives” hung in shop windows. Families were turned away from public spaces. Discouraged from buying home in certain neighborhoods. And many were still challenged at the polls.
Rather than accept that injustice, Elizabeth chose to confront it.
As Grand President of the Alaska Native Sisterhood, working alongside the Alaska Native Brotherhood, she spent years advocating for equal treatment under the law. She carried not only her own voice, but the voices of Elders, children, and generations yet to come.
On February 16, 1945, she stood before the Alaska Territorial Senate after a legislator suggested that Native people were “barely out of savagery.” With steady resolve, she answered:
“I would not have expected that I, who am barely out of savagery, would have to remind gentlemen with five thousand years of recorded civilization behind them, of our Bill of Rights.”
In that moment, she spoke truth to power; with dignity, clarity, and unwavering belief in justice. Her testimony helped secure passage of the Alaska Anti-Discrimination Act of 1945, the first law in the United States to prohibit racial discrimination in public accommodations. Governor Ernest Gruening signed it into law 14 years before statehood and nearly 20 years before the passage of the federal Civil Rights Act of 1964.
Today, Elizabeth Peratrovich Day is more than a date on the calendar for many in Alaska. It is a reminder of what one determined voice can do. It is a call to carry forward her legacy; to stand up when something is wrong, to defend the dignity of our neighbors, and to remember that justice often begins with someone brave enough to speak.
It truly is up to us, not only to honour her legacy with our words, but pick up the mantle of challenging injustice where we see it.
[If you live in Alaska there are events in person and virtual being held all over the state where you can learn more about her life, watch "For the Rights of All: Ending Jim Crow in Alaska" for free, as well as opportunities to engage with your local civic and advocacy groups.]
Privacy advocates gained access to a powerful tool bought by U.S. law enforcement agencies that can track smartphone locations around the wo
anyway yeah DELETE YOUR FUCKING ADVERTISING IDS
Android:
Settings ➡️ Google ➡️ all services ➡️ Ads ➡️ Delete advertising ID
(may differ slightly depending on android version and manufacturer firmware. you can't just search settings for "advertising ID" of course 🔪)
iOS:
Settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ tracking ➡️ toggle "allow apps to request to track" to OFF
and ALSO settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ Apple advertising ➡️ toggle "personalized ads" to OFF
more details about the process here via the EFF
Settings — privacy — safety check was also useful
Please read the entire Guardian article; these are just the highlights I took from it.
Who Died and Made You American
by Franny Choi
In the afterlife of apocalypse, my people, too, are settlers of a theft. Pay me like a man whose ancestors burned down the homes
of Pequot children. Deserve, deserve, what a sad little word. I’m an upstanding citizen of a country far from earned. I’m a child
of immigrants, of strategic importance, imports from one immolation to another. Pay my honest mother
in taxes and guilt. If the land in me could speak to the land I live on, what would it say? Maybe I’m sorry. Or, where does it hurt?
My cheeks are stuffed with sweetgrass and ssuk. Maybe I’m only ever singing that awful song: O beautiful.
O beautiful. And it is, some days, driving through the “untouched” hills to the place where I’m paid.