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Okay, I got one for purity-fetish tumblr:
Some kids broke into the construction site I work on and spray painted the n-word on the garage floor in letters 2 feet tall. I, a cis-passing white person, have the duty of cleaning it up.
When other construction workers ask what I'm doing/what they wrote am I allowed to say the word "nigger"?
yes, it's what they wrote
no, you are not black
nuance
why would you ask something so controversial yet so brave?
Reblog for sample size!
Illustration under the cut
JESUS IS MY N-WORD
The stereotype of white people having no rhythm is painstakingly documented here. In the late 1980s, this song inspired millions of young black people to be more white.
Angela Davis
“ You see, that's another thing. When you talk about a revolution, most people think violence; without realizing that the real content of any kind of revolutionary thrust lies in the principles and the goals that you're striving for - not in the way that you reach them. On the other hand, because of the way this society is organized; because of the violence that exists on the surface everywhere - you'd have to expect that there are going to be such explosions. You have to expect things like that as reactions. If you are a black person and live in the black community all your life, and walk out on the street every day seeing white policemen surrounding you...
When I was living in Los Angeles, for instance, long before the situation in L.A. ever occurred - I was constantly stopped. The police didn't know who I was, but I was a black woman and I had a natural, and they, I suppose; thought that I might be a quote, 'Militant'. And when you live under a situation like that constantly... and then you ask me whether I approve of violence... I mean, that just doesn't make any sense at all... whether I approve of guns.
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. Some very, very good friends of mine were killed by bombs. Bombs that were planted by racists. I remember, from the time I was very small, I remember the sounds of bombs exploding across the street; our house shaking. I remember our father having to have guns at his disposal at all times, because of the fact that at any moment we might expect to be attacked. The man who was at that time in complete control of the city government - his name was Bull Connor - would often get on the radio and make statements like, 'Nig---s have moved into a white neighborhood, we better expect some bloodshed tonight'. And sure enough, there would be bloodshed. After the four young girls who lived... one of them lived next door to me; I was very good friends with the sister of another one, and my sister was very good friends with all three of them, my mother taught one of them in her class. My mother... In fact, when the bombing occurred, one of the mothers of the young girls called my mother and said, 'Can you take me down to the church to pick up Carol? We heard about the bombing and I don't have my car.' And they went down, and what did they find? They found limbs and heads strewn all over the place. And then after that, in my neighborhood, all of the men organized themselves into an armed patrol.
They had to take their guns and patrol our community every night because they did not want that to happen again. I mean, that's why when someone asks me about violence, huh... I just... I just find it incredible. Because, what it means is that the person who is asking that question has absolutely no idea what black people have gone through in this country, what black people have experienced in this country, since the time the first black person was kidnapped from the shores of Africa.”
I was with my mother earlier today. She had my brother and a couple of his friends, whom I've never met before, with her. Suddenly she asked me what I used to call her cat. I said, "Slut." Which started up some vocal tics along with some coprolalia. Then she asked me what I've called her dog before. At this time I figured she was trying to get me to tic for my brother's friends. I started having trouble speaking and I explained that, "Now my mind wants to make it a thing." It is a tic I haven't had in a while which I was happy about. But then I started yelling, "Nigger! Nigger! I called her a nigger!" Then that set off a whole fucking storm of coprolalia and other vocal tics because... well... I DIDN'T WANNA FUCKING SAY IT!!! Everyone laughed but my brother and his friends seemed to get over it quickly and started laughing at pictures on their phones. My mother had a weird reaction. She said, "Isn't it nice to have people laughing with you and not at you? Or getting mad." I said, "Yeah." because I don't like confrontation but I was so fucking uncomfortable. Yes I do appreciate when people laugh at my tics instead of getting mad. Tics are involuntary. But when someone intentionally triggers them for??? I bet she wouldn't have done that if my brother's friends were black. I'm not racist and most people who suffer from ts with coprolalia that involve racial slurs aren't either. A lot of people don't understand that. They think vocal tics are what a person is actually thinking or feeling. Tourette Syndrome likes to make its sufferers... well... suffer. It's out to embarrass us and make us as uncomfortable as possible. Like what can we say or do now to call more attention to ourselves and make the current situation so much worse? I've learned to cope with my condition and accept it as part of who I am. But it is something I struggle with every day and night. I don't need people intentionally making my struggle worse.
For real. A year ago media would be screaming endlessly if a president said the n-word, for months! Now, nothing is being said. Not a single thing.
two cis, straight, white italian “comedians” on national television stated that nowadays PoLiTicALly CoRrEcT has ruined freedom of expression because it’s prohibited to say words like “faggot”, “n-word”, “fat”, “bitch” etc.
THEIR advice to people who experience discrimination and are called with slurs everyday is to just laugh it off because the problem is intentions not words.
solution: self-irony.
so, i just wanted to share this very useful advice with everybody.
these people are the fucking scourge of this world.