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“The Anglo-Spanish connection led to a real but still relatively unnoticed result in 1501 when the Spanish princess arrived in England with her royal retinue that had several black people in it. These first black arrivals, mentioned casually in a letter of Ferdinand and Isabella to De Puebla, their ambassador in England, in the detailed lists of the Spanish personnel that the Princess Catherine was taking with her to England as her household staff, and shortly afterwards observed derisively by a youthful Thomas More watching the spectacle of the lavish city pageants put on to welcome what would be their new English queen and the proud, exotic train of her party, were innocuous figures, the objects of a mixed gaze. In the obtrusiveness of their unnamed mention in the Spanish royal letter, simply as ‘Two slaves to attend on the maids of honour,’ which is buried in the midst of a careful hierarchy of fifty-one waiting people and their specific assignments, above ‘servants,’ ‘officers,’ ‘chapel’ staff, ‘pages,’ ‘equerries,’ and ‘gentleman in waiting,’ but at the very bottom of the list of ‘maids of honour,’ high female companions, and attendants, these black figures, who are for that reason in all probability female, are proud advertisements of an ambitious Christian Spain’s recent imperial achievements. Those achievements are highlighted in Spain’s triumphant conquest of the last Moorish stronghold of Granada just nine years earlier, in 1492. This political history, which positions the two slaves as fitting accoutrements for a Spanish princess in her future foreign home, makes their black identity almost a certainty. This certainty is bolstered by the fact that since 1459 the word ‘slave’ (‘escravo’) in common Portuguese usage primarily if not exclusively denotes a black African, an identification that will in fact be confirmed by More’s description. At the same time, appearing as they do in meticulous monarchic arrangements for a royal teenage daughter’s future establishment, they are within their bondage, paradoxically, figures somewhat also of love. These black figures are arguably part of the fiercely protective love with which Catherine will try to look after her personal staff in the years of her pecuniary suffering both before and after each of her two marriages to Henry VII’s two sons. Catherine’s passionate generosity will be so marked in future years that it will prompt some historians even to dub the age as the ‘Age of Catherine of Aragon.’ In contrast, More’s English view cannot see them as anything more than ridiculous pomp. More’s description, which is otherwise fulsome in its praise of the young Spanish princess, is significant in that it shows many of the codes that will operate in the naming and conceptualization of black people over the rest of the century. While the geographic identifier ‘Ethiopian’ is onomastically typical in that it is geographically specific but not regionally precise — for More “Ethiopian” is a stand-in for African generally— it is one of the many such words that will be used to pejoratively designate black persons in England. Even if the identifier seems neutral, however, it already appears negatively marked with the trailing qualifier ‘pigmy,’ with which it is conversely linked, the resulting compound phrase itself being progressively arrived at from ‘ridiculous’ to ‘barefooted.’ The negative marking in the geographic identification is visible now, but will not always be so in later decades.”
— Imtiaz Habib, Black Lives in the English Archives, 1500-1677: Imprints of the Invisible
Last Line Tuesday
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“Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy; he's beautiful. Johnny loves the way he says S's, his big eyes, and the laughably cute patch of hair on his chest (not that he even has a smidge himself). How great would it be to mix their DNA and see it live? No. No. No. He doesn’t want children. He’s not in his right mind.”
Not exactly the last line but the only one that doesn’t have typos because I wait until the very last minute to edit and will type ghytys when I mean dog.
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Writing because i got bored
Another horrendously whiskey-laden Friday evening with his coworkers, so beyond sobering that he shut them up with their quarrel over spreadsheets and finances, insisting that he favored speaking on more case trial terms. What was all this uselessness with this forbidden computer crap when we had physical papers? He may never know; they don't understand why he is so inclined to drink every meeting when they'd hoped he would simply fall asleep out of boredom-- and he hates these meetings anyways, once a week he had his thoughts scattered upon the sight of ten non-judgemental, and boringly non-argumentative eyes.
"When will anyone here even utter a word?" Frustrated, he took another swig of a small but also cheap bottle, as there was no way he was willing to pay more for the amount he could purchase in a given week, that would be a sin to throw money away at it-- this is no strip club, he thought, but if it takes money to get them to switch the subject it will be one "Anyone? Alright then I'll just do it my own heckling self-"
"Wait, Mueller sir" she was indeed young, sixteen and new to the firm to work as a paralegal under Hurriya, "I have a question."
"Thank you ma'am for absolutely destroying that terrible silence that the others for some reason like."
She fiddled with the laptop at the base of her sight, the lid flopping in the air slightly. She was staring at a publically great man, one who shocked the world in ways good and chaotic. However, he was naive and did not know she did not have an idea to ask anything, yet she only wanted to make a conversation with this individual, "Is there a way for me to be part of the next case itself, you're only nineteen and I'm sixteen."
Another Monster Prom OC (Sorry im kinda having an art block so ill just post some of my old art)
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