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Can I Get A Witness? Nafis White | 2014 | website . facebook . twitter Neon & Acrylic. 18”x30”
"Can I Get A Witness grew out of my outrage and sorrow of seeing Michael Brown dead in the street on August 9th. He lived in Ferguson, MO where my Grandmother, aunt and cousin do. He was shot multiple times by a police officer, murdered in cold blood, disregarded and thrown out as trash, his body laying in the street for hours, an event that deeply and profoundly affected me.
Seeing tear gas discharged onto American citizens, the beatings, shootings with rubber bullets, the flash bangs, the batons striking and the presence of dogs was a travesty of massive proportion unseen since the brutality of the Civil Rights Era. The people of this community and country marching and speaking out against the murder of its young were brutally punished by its paid protective force. That event in Ferguson triggered the memory of all the many, many, many cases country wide where youth and adults, especially black and brown people have been killed by policing forces. We have had enough.
My artistic practice is one of documentation, communication, traversing landscapes and speaking about my surroundings. This terrible event, along with the many before and after are part of my landscape, part of my DNA, and the call to action, to work together as a community to challenge these violent events is being illuminated and shouted out for all to bare witness to. Our collective witnessing is what is shifting our landscape.”
- Nafis White
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When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken—she just said no. One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.” [[MORE]] She refused again, but right after class she went to the principal’s office and told them what happened. They searched his locker and there was a gun in his backpack. When he was arrested, some of my sister’s friends (some female, even) told her that she was selfish for saying no so many times. That because of her, the entire school was in jeopardy. That it wouldn’t have killed her to say yes and give it a try, but because she was so mean to him, he lost his temper. Many of her male friends said it was “girls like her” that made all women seem like cockteases. Wouldn’t have killed her to say yes? If a man is willing to shoot someone for saying no, what happens to the poor soul who says yes? What happens the first time they disagree? What happens the first time she says she doesn’t want to have sex? That she isn’t in the mood? When they break up? Years later, when I was a senior, I was the only girl in my Criminal Justice class. The teacher, who used to be a sergeant in the police force, told us a story of something that had happened to a girl he knew when she was in high school. There was a guy who obviously had a crush on her and he made her uncomfortable. One day he finally gathered up the courage to ask her out, and she said no. The next day, during an assembly, he pulled a gun on her in front of everyone and threatened to kill her if she didn’t date him. He was tackled to the ground and the gun was taken from him. When my teacher asked the class who was at fault for the crime, I was the only person who said the boy was. All the other kids in the class (who were all boys) said that the girl was, that if she had said yes he would’ve never lost it and brought a gun and tried to kill her. When my teacher said that they were wrong and that this is what is wrong with society, that whenever a white boy commits a crime it’s someone else’s fault (music, television, video games, the victim) one boy raised his hand and literally said; “But if someone were to punch me and I punched him back, who is at fault for the fight? He is, not me. It’s self-defence. She started it, so anything that happens to her is in reaction to her actions .It’s simple cause and effect.” Even though he spent the rest of the calss period ripping into the boys and saying that you are always responsible for your own actions, and that women are allowed to say no and do not have to date them, they left class laughing about how idiotic he was and that he clearly had no idea how much it hurt to be rejected. So now we have a new school shooting, based solely on the fact some guy couldn’t get laid, and I see men, boys, applaudin him, or if they’re not applauding him, they’re laying blame on women as a whole. Just like my sister’s friends did. Just like the boys in my Criminal Justice class did. This isn’t something that’s rare. This isn’t something that never happens, or that a select group of men feel as if they are so entitled to women that saying no is not only the worst possible thing a woman can do, but is considered a form of “defence” when they commit a crime upon them (whether it be rape or murder-as-a-reaction-towards-rejection). Girls are being killed for saying no to prom invites. Girls are being killed for saying no to men. They are creating an atmosphere where women are too scared to say no, and the worst part is? They are doing it intentionally. They want society to be that way, they want women to say yes entirely out of fear. Even the boys and men who aren’t showing up to schools with guns are saying; “Well, you know, I wouldn’t do that, but you have to admit that if she had just said yes …” If you are a man and you defend this guys’ actions or try to find an excuse for it, or you denounce what really happened, or in any way lay blame on women, every girl you know, every woman you love, has just now thought to themselves that you might lose your shit and kill them someday for saying no. You have just lost their trust. And you know what? You deserve to lose it.
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"Wouldn’t have killed her to say yes? If a man is willing to shoot someone for saying no, what happens to the poor soul who says yes? What happens the first time they disagree? What happens the first time she says she doesn’t want to have sex? That she isn’t in the mood? When they break up?" -vampmissedith.tumblr.com
Harley’s Dream BATMAN ADVENTURES: MAD LOVE (Feb. 1994) Art by Bruce Timm (pencils/inks) & Rick Taylor (colors) Words by Paul Dini
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Gulden Draak 10.5% by Brouwerij Van Steenberge.
Pour: Long tulip glass tilted pour. Past half way you won’t see a head until you straighten the glass. Then boom! Giant head. Slow down or stop. Then pour slowly without spilling over.
Color: Dark brown. Dark liquid sugar. Giant yellow head with big bubbles. The head texture is awesome. At room temp the head becomes a thin film with leftovers clinging on the sides like tiny clouds.
Aroma: Brown sugar, hard candy, some wheat bread. Dig your nose inside like smelling wine and you will find an explosion of hard liquor with burnt hard candy, brandy-like.
Taste: Sweet malt. Definitively hard candy. Little carbonation and light in front. A little spicy in the middle. Some bitterness at the end. The explosion of flavors stays in your mouth for a while.
Overall: A…(A to C scale). This is a beer that feels like it was made with love by many generations of the same family. It has a unique microbrew flavor, although the brewery is medium sized. It feels like a warm blanket. The 10.5% hides under the sweet malt, hard candy, brandy-like explosion of flavors. Get up! Ok now I feel that 10%. Amazing beer.
I miss American beer. IPAs don’t seem to be too popular here.
ETA: WHAT THE HELL this layout doesn’t center photo posts?! As soon as this shitty DSL decides to work for me I’m changing this thing.