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Vicente Romero Redondo (Spanish, b. 1956). Pastel on paper.
Reblog to piss off a prosecutor
‘Who do you call when the police murders?’
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Saul Leiter, Taxi, 1957
If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”
Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.
“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”
The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.
From top to bottom:
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke (herring with potatoes and cottage cheese). Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.
Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.
Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.
The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).
Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).
Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.
I’m on a kick with this style lately. It’s just a lot of fun and relaxing.
Perspective. Sami Uçan, in Turkey.
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usually unpopular opinion puffin pisses me off but this is so important
yes this
ALL OF THIS
Human decency is the ability to see others as, well, human. I don’t give a shit why or how people are on wellfare. I don’t give a shit if they are grifters (statistically they are not). I don’t give a shit if they are addicts or recovering addicts, if they are poor and working 3 jobs or poor and working no jobs, if they are disabled in some capacity, I just don’t give a flying fuck. I give a flying fuck if that person is cold, or hungry, though, because that person is still a fucking person, regardless of all circumstances. And I have this weird idea that people deserve dignity and respect and I dunno, being seen and treated as human beings.
Empathy and compassion. Social conservatives should try it sometime.
I am a social worker. I work with addicts who will likely never get clean. I work with homeless people who will likely never be stably housed without support. I work with unemployed people who will probably never have a job and don’t want one.
And I don’t like some of them. Genuine true dislike. Like, as people.
But I will file every piece of paper and do every step of work I have to for those people who come into my office who will never get clean or get a job or be able to do it alone or who I dislike because each of them is a human being who experiences pain and fear and hunger and cold and wet and fatigue just like me. And no matter who they are? They’re human and so they deserve safety, shelter, food, wellness, and not to suffer. Period. No conditions.
And I don’t actually give a fuck if you disagree with me.
But on this? I am right.
Human beings deserve care. Period. No conditions. Not that one. Not that one either.
Either we are a society that values care or a society that values punishment - and right now we care about punitive systems more than support systems.
But I think that we should care. And I’ll do what we have to in order to change our priorities. I happen to think you should too.
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Do you know what this is? This is The Heart from Auschwitz.
An act of defiance. A statement of hope. A crime punishable by death.
On December 12, 1944, locked inside Auschwitz, Polish teenager Fania turned twenty. After spending a year in a concentration camp, Fania didn’t expect her birthday to even be remembered - but her best friend, Zlatka, risked everything to make her a birthday present, a paper heart.
Simply making the heart - or carrying it - could get either of them killed.
The heart was signed by many of their friends, bearing notes in Polish, German, French, and Hebrew that announced "When you get old, put your glasses on your nose, take this album in your hand and read my signature again,“ and “Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!” It was an act of great sacrifice and love for a friend.
Less than 40 days later, they began the Death March from Auschwitz to Ravensbruck, and from Ravensbruck to freedom. Fania carried the heart under her arm the whole time. And survived.
Fania donated the heart to the Montreal Holocaust Memorial Center in 1988, where it is a featured piece of their exhibit. You can read more about the story of Fania and Zlatka Meg Wiviott’s Paper Hearts, coming September 2015.
God. Even in great darkness there is such love.
the 75th aniversary of the liberation of auschwitz is in a couple of days (jan 27 2020) so I feel this is a good thing to have on your dash. Remember that every single victim and survivor of the holocaust was a person with so much love in their heart and so many storiees and interpersonal relationships like this.
Jan De Vliegher (Belgian, b. 1964), Hofburg 3, 2011. Oil on canvas, 45 x 60 cm.
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white americans especially need to look out for, stand up for, and protect black and brown people after this because immigrants and american-iranians, iraqis, syrians, and other american-middle easterners are going to be the main targets of likely increased hate crimes, islamophobia, xenophobia because there is no way this act is going to be consequence-less for muslims in america. we need to use our privilege and protect the people who will wrongfully be blamed for this
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