The first photo is from 1956. It shows a Black woman watching members of the Ku Klux Klan (a terrorist, racist, far-right organization focused on white supremacy) walking along a sidewalk in Montgomery, Alabama (USA). I couldn't find the photo's author, but most sources state that it was taken in 1956.
The second photo shows members of the Patriot Front group (a white supremacist and nationalist group, formed in 2017, that openly advocates what they call "American Fascism") traveling on the subway during the 250th anniversary of the U.S. independence in Washington D.C., while a Black woman watches them. The photo is by photographer Cheney Orr, taken on July 4, 2026, 70 years after the first photo.
also I don't think parents "these days" are uniquely terrible, I just think neglect is showing up in new ways as technology progresses. today's ipad kid would've been wandering around in a ditch alone all day and night before. parents not wanting to have to deal with children is not a new phenomenon.
Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people
USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.
This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:
The first time, she says "To me," and the mirror dutifully shows her her reflection. And she is pleased.
The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.
The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.
The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.
The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.
The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity
"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.
"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.
"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.
The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.
It is a different person each time, and they are all beautiful.
This is not a post I want to make but oh well. Please help us eat.
My fiance was fired from their job (Dollar General, which is a shitty company, won't go into more details) and I am disabled and currently fighting for disability between appointments with pain management and neurosurgery. We desperately need money to feed us, our animals, and have gas to get me to and from doctors appointments. There's a bony growth near my brain, y'all, I might end up needing surgery to remove it, on top of the other shit wrong with me. Any help is appreciated. I have PayPal and Venmo.
I'm removing the "goal". Every penny we get will go to food for two humans, two cats, gas and car maintenance, and necessities. There is no "goal", only surviving. My fiance is looking for a job. I have upcoming appointments with a neurologist and a neurosurgeon. Appointments with doctors assigned to me by Social Security. Lawyers for my disability claim. We are just trying to survive through it.
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Venmo: @GradyyyyK
If you don't want to send cash, this is an Amazon wishlist with ONLY supplies for our two cats.
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Asil is 23 years old and from Gaza.
She lived through the genocide for a while until the moment came that destroyed everything they once had, causing them to lose many of their loved ones and their home, which sheltered them all.
Most of them were injured, but...Now they are in Egypt. They survived the genocide, the missiles, and the bombing, but now they are fighting for a stable life.
During the genocide, they lost everything they owned, and now they are struggling with expenses and living conditions. Living without a home is very difficult.
They are now im Egypt. They move from house to house like homeless people, and the prices are very high.
They haven't asked anyone here for help, but now the landlord wants the family out, and they don't have much money to rent a place. So, out of humanity, they're asking for your help.
Asil hopes you will consider her a friend and help her.
They suffered in their country and they are suffering there, and there is no mercy in anyone's heart.
She had to become more mature than for her age and has realized that life is very difficult. Asil is the eldest of her family, so all the responsibility falls on her.
She has five younger siblings, the youngest being four years old. Her parents are unable to work.
Asil goes to work, but it's not enough to support the family; the income isn't substantial enough to sustain them.
There are significant expenses such as rent, her siblings' school fees, buying clothes, and food—all of it.
Her friend Haya is always there to help her, and she truly thanks her for remembering her, thinking of her, and helping her.
Asil knows she puts a lot of pressure on her, but she is really grateful for her help and is so sorry for always putting her under a lot of stress.
Asil really loves her and wishes her all the best.
She always writes down everything that's inside of her, so please respond to asil's plea.
ppl without meds: wow…. i can't imagine being dependent on medicine... pills every day? injecting myself every week? how tragic
ppl who need meds: holy fuck they invented the solution to my problem and i literally just need to take magic tiny rocks and inject some substance every week. oh my god. i get to feel better in literally any capacity. holy shit
ppl who need meds but can't access them/meds for their thing don't exist yet: holy fuck I wish I had tiny magic rocks or injectable substance or cream or gel or potion or implant to take at whatever rate necessary to fix my problem. I'd kill to take that every day/week/etc forever if it would fix my thing