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VITAE
[noun]
Latin: meaning or pertaining to life.
Pretty sure that generation has been dead for awhile but ok, pretend one thing has something to do with another
The end of Jim Crow laws was in the 1950′s. The first black student to attend a formerly all white school was Ruby Bridges in 1960.
Here she is being walked to school under the protection of Federal Marshals because angry white people were ready to harm or kill her.
Here she is in 2010, eight years ago.
The generation that enforced segregation is not dead, fucko. They were our fuckin grandparents, and it was not that goddamn long ago.
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Grandparents?!
I’m 31.
My MOM was born the year before school segregation ended.
She was NINE when MLK was shot.
She remembers race riots in her school over school segregation ending in our home state.
My MOTHER lived through this. She’s 61 years old–which means while her own health is shot, people from her generation will be around for another twenty to thirty years.
1956. This is not colorized. IT WAS SHOT IN COLOR. Look at that–segregation was still ongoing in the age of neon lights.
Same exhibit. 1956. Banana splits, poodle skirts, and the ability to get “colored” drinking water only from the white folks’ backwash. You can see the pipe connecting the white tank to the colored fountain behind the little girl in the light pink dress.
Less than ten years later. That’s Martin Luther King, Jr. in the middle. Have you ever seen him in a color photograph before? There are many, but for some reason … maybe because black-and-white makes things look old … nobody ever uses them.
Look at the bank logo in the back. Colored squares like that were a thing in the mid-to-late 1960s. The slicked-down hair on the Black girl in front says we’re not yet to the mid-1970s, and since these signs all say “Honor King” it’s quite likely this is 1969-1970. You know what else was happening in 1969? Not Woodstock, not the moon landing, although both of those things happened. No, something we think of as being much more recent.
THE INTERNET STARTED.
1969 was the launch of ARPANET, which would later become the Internet. BLACK PEOPLE WERE STILL MARCHING FOR BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS WHEN THE INTERNET WAS STARTED.
This picture was taken sometime between 1956 and 1958. I don’t have a precise date on it, but the sleeveless sundress says later 1950s, the hair on Orange Plai says this was after Elvis, and the stars on the flag say that’s not a modern 50-star flag, which was first used in 1959. (We had a single year, 1958, with 49 stars.)
Ah yes. It was so long ago. Let’s get some more perspective:
Donald Trump was eight years old when school segregation was declared illegal in 1954. He was nineteen when the police beat and shot at peaceful Black protest marchers in Selma, Alabama and twenty-two when MLK was assassinated by the FBI for trying to encourage desegregation.
Hillary Clinton was seven when school segregation was declared, eleven when it went into effect, and eighteen when Selma happened.
Bernie Sanders was thirteen when the integration ruling occurred, 19 when Ruby Bridges started going to a formerly all-white school, and twenty-four when Selma happened. Joe Biden is only a year younger than Bernie.
Elizabeth Warren was eleven when Ruby started her new school, fifteen when Selma happened, eighteen when MLK was shot.
You will notice that all of these people are running for President, or were rumored to be running for President, this year. They’re not just alive, they’re thriving. And they were all alive for desegregation–in fact Trump, Clinton, and Sanders were all old enough to either endorse or oppose what happened at Selma.
But let’s keep looking, because they’re probably outliers, right?
Hm. Three of MLK’s children are still alive. They’re between 56 and 62 years old. (His elder daughter died of unknown causes; her family suspects an undiagnosed heart condition.) In fact one of his siblings is still alive, and she was born before him! She’s 96.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg? Yeah, she was 21 when school integration was made the law of the land. And she’s still serving on the Supreme Court.
But tell me again how long ago it was.
I’m sure the people from those generations are all dead, after all.
Every single boomer Trump supporter is old enough to have been at a rally protesting black kids going into integrated schools. All those kids bullying black activists at lunch counters are still alive and voting for president. They directly learned from the people who were the central forces of racism during the civil rights movement. Those forces—the people who created and maintained stuff like segregated fountains—taught them as children.
And they are who we’re up against. Don’t let your parents and grandparents lie to you; Dr. King’s white supremacy was their childhood.
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It’s been a hard few days.
My husband and I had to make a very hard and heartbreaking choice of giving our two boys up for adoption. We have been a complete mess since Friday. The rescue we went through informed me today that someone will be taking BOTH of my boys together and I am very happy that they won’t be separated and they are also giving them my contact info so I can keep in touch and know how my babies are.
It’s not been an easy process. When we decided it would be best for them I dragged ass for a good month trying to find a place.. I cried forever and just didn’t want to do it but I finally saw an amazing rescue and I just.. didn’t want to pass it up.. but when they accepted my plea for help I lost it. It was becoming very real that my boys were about to leave me.. I know that some may read this and judge me, asking, “if you love them so much why give them up???” Well.. I love them SO MUCH that I realized it was in THEIR better interest to find a new home... when you love, it isn’t about you or your feelings and it becomes about the thing you love and sometimes the best choice is the hardest goddamned thing to do.
When we entered into the vets parking lot I parked my car and my head fell into my hands as I began to cry immediately.. my boys in their taxis howling out of confusion and that hurt even more. We got out, got the baby and our boys out and walked towards the doors in heartbreak. We entered the building and checked in and as she called for the Vet I really started to lose grip on my emotions and then we were called back into the room were the Veterinarian assistant asked what our plan was and I absolutely broke down and I couldn’t speak- thankful my husband kept his composure long enough to explain..
The Vet comes in and we go over it again as they take our boys out one at a time to check them out and we as a whole comforted them.. we talked about what was going to happen and I just kept explaining myself to her because I felt like such a failure and felt like I was a bad person and furparent.. giving my boys away.. but she knew and said to me how she knows I love them and see can tell that my reaction is real and with how open our boys are to people that they were loved fully and deeply and that she was so sorry it has come to this.. she was so sweet and understanding of how big of a fucking mess I was.. she gave us as much time as we needed to say our goodbyes before we walked away... and we did. We took time and took these photos that I will attach to this blog post.. we made sure to tel them how much we loved them and how all of this was happening because of that. That would we miss them and never forget them or them forget us..
Walking away the veterinarians assistant gave us a sad smile and told us to be careful driving home and to take care of ourselves.. we walked away in pain and wishing we could just run back and scoop up our boys and take them back home but we had to be strong not just for us, or for our Son, but for them.. we walked out and back to our car were I put our now empty cat taxis in the car.. we got our Son back in and bundled up, got in our seats and fell into each other and sobbed. We were in absolute pain that it was becoming physical but we had to stay as stable as we could because I had a drive ahead of me and our Son in the backseat. We cried all the way home and all day Friday. Our house has been empty and quiet. My heart has been searching for them everywhere even though I know they aren’t here I still feel their presence so close to me.. it has been hard to keep my shit together and yesterday I found out that they already have a home, and they are staying together.
I’m hoping their new home is welcoming not just of them but of us and we can become close in the love that we share.. if not, I’ll understand but I’m hanging onto faith that I won’t lose them entirely..
Sorry for the long post.. but I can’t hold this in and I don’t have many people in my life.
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A tree trunk throne in Kendall, England.
Doesn’t look safe for a mortal.
if you sit there you belong to the fae
That’s the Fae’s problem
That is such a strong, bold, confident statement and I respect you for it.
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