I like Star Trek because it claims to be about space but it's really about found family, Judaism, and homosexuality
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I like Star Trek because it claims to be about space but it's really about found family, Judaism, and homosexuality
there is a tendency with history, i think, because we're so far removed from it, to kind of forget that all of the people were people
a child 10,000 years ago left a handprint on a wall. they were fingerpainting. a viking climbs up a rock just to carve the words "this is very high" 10ft off the ground. somebody centuries... milennia... ago burned their dinner so thoroughly that they buried the ruined pot in the backyard rather than attempt to clean it. shakespeare got drunk and wrote dick jokes. tutankhamun was a little boy who liked ducks more than anything. a roman carves his name into a monument in another country saying "i was here". a prisoner, centuries ago, in the tower of london scratches lines into the wall as a tally marking the days. a medieval monk scrawls in the margins bemoaning the boredom of his work.
every human being across history has said "i was here. i lived. i loved. i made something. i laughed. i cried. please do not forget me"
most of us are not important enough that we will be remembered by name for more than a few decades. we are not kings or queens or great military leaders or innovators or influential artists, musicians, authors.
but all of us, every one, has a deep primal need to persist. we leave handprints on the wall, scratch our names into stones, carve initials into a tree, mark our growth as children on a wall, bury little time capsules. write in the margins of a book. hide notes behind the wallpaper.
reaching out into the future to some unknown human long after we're gone to say
"hello, you. i was here, once"
here i re-wrote it as a poem to fit your tag
Somewhere far away from me And impossibly long ago, now A mother holds her child up high To leave a handprint on the wall
A man I will never meet Climbs a rock for fun He writes a message on the stone And he says “this is very high”
Somebody, once Cooked a meal and burned it Took the pot to the land outside their house And buried the evidence
An Egyptian king Thousands of years before my birth Wore a shirt embroidered with little ducks And kept it, lovingly, in a chest
In a prison cell within a tower A man stretches out through centuries And marks off the days of his sentence As lines on the wall
A long-forgotten monk Labours over a manuscript by candlelight And writes in the margins He is bored, and he has a hangover
They leave pieces of themselves behind And they say
“I was here I was here please do not forget me I was alive and I loved and I got sick I had a favourite animal I was here. Do you love me? I love you”
Yes, I do. I hold your life between my hands And I see it, and I love you
I scratch my name into a rock On a tree, I carve my initials And the initials of someone I love So very much
I bury a box in my garden And I write in the margins I reach into the future To somebody I do not know
A stranger who will never know me
“Hello, you” I say “I was here, once. I loved and I got sick and I had a favourite colour
Do not forget about me, please I love you”
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dude i've only been to a target like 4 times and i do not recall it being like this
is anyone else just like. constantly filled with rage about their position under late capitalism and how we are expected to just keep playing this game that we know will literally kill us, is already killing people all over the world, and yet everyone around us is somehow fine with going about business as usual, with pretending we are free by being able to choose between different ways of being exploited. there is nothing more dehumanising than being forced to partake in a system that is actively detrimental to our survival as human beings, that is so physically, psychologically and spiritually destructive, and i don’t know how to deal with this anger anymore
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Hey uh reblog if you think asexuals are LGBTQ+ regardless of their romantic identity
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"Safety in Solidarity" and the Israeli-American Food Truck
Yesterday, Jewish social media was roiled by the story of a Israeli-American food truck, Moshava Philly, was expelled from the “Eat Up the Borders” immigrant food truck event after reported community pressure and threats. It was a depressing story, obviously, and a story about antisemitism, also obviously. But I have a few slightly-less (I think) obvious thoughts as well.
It is, right now, unclear whether the event organizers made their decision to remove Moshava Philly because they agreed with and/or where sympathetic to those objecting to Moshava Philly’s presence, or whether they regretted the decision but felt their hands were tied due to credible threats that could endanger the entire event. The evidence is mixed, but for purposes of this post I’m going to assume the latter – partially because that seems to be Moshava Philly’s interpretation, and partially because if it’s the former then there isn’t really much interesting-non-obvious commentary to add.
It is a depressing reality that one has to assume that an organization like Eat Up the Borders, dedicated to promoting immigrant businesses in America, has experienced or at least contemplated what would happen if there was a racist backlash to its practices. This is not an unforeseeable development, at least in broad strokes. One has to think they had an idea of what they’d do in a case like this. So the question is whether this – removing the targeted truck – is in accord with that idea. People are saying that Eat Up the Borders would not have reacted in the same way had the racist backlash targeted a Mexican-American truck or an Iraqi-American truck or a Chinese-American truck.
Normally, I hate that “imagine if it were X group” argument, in part because is it often acts as if it is inconceivable that there would be a backlash against any other group. To the contrary, I can absolutely imagine a scenario where a racist backlash targeted the food truck of another community; I can even imagine a situation where the backlash got so dangerous and threatening that the event organizers felt no choice but to remove them from the event. It’s not implausible.
But. I do think there is something different happening here. If Eat Up the Borders was facing a racist backlash, I think under normal circumstances they would not hesitate to vocally name it as a racist backlash. It might be a backlash that temporarily defeated them, it might be one that forced them to make a decision they’d rather not make. Racists can be powerful that way. But by naming it, they would lay the foundation for a counterattack: leverage the community to rally against the racists and provide the necessary support, resources, and security to ensure that all are welcome at the event and that the racists would not win in the end.
“Safety in solidarity”. That’s the motto we here – that threats like this don’t need more police, they need a community response that unifies in support to keep everyone safe and included.
Something about this case, though, apparently made turning to that idea feel untenable to Eat Up the Borders. For whatever reason, they did not have the confidence that naming this as a racist backlash would generate the sort of outpouring of solidarity that might yield safety. The core “idea” wouldn’t work here. People, Jews and non-Jews alike, sense that the foundations for such solidarity have not yet entrenched themselves, at least for Jews. For Jews, there still are hang-ups and excuses and rationalizations for why solidarity can be withheld – they’re powerful, they’re appropriating, they’re colonizers … the list goes on. And they know, too, that to some extent the calls for racist exclusion against Jews are coming from inside the house – opposing this form of racist backlash isn’t about standing tall against big bad bigots “out there”, but involves standing up and saying no to people on the inside.
At the end of the day, Jews know that “safety in solidarity” is not, at least right now, a check we’re entitled to cash. It might be different if the people who loudly promoted “safety in solidarity” as the proper Jewish response to antisemitism got loud about instances like this. If they put out the call for solidarity and got a response, that could prove otherwise – a powerful rallying and mobilizing on behalf of Moshava Philly that would blow away the assumption that solidarity would not be forthcoming.
But they don’t. Maybe because they themselves have mixed feelings about the presence of Israeli-American immigrants – even as those “mixed feelings”, at root, cannot be disaggregated from simple antisemitism and xenophobia. If one has a problem with immigrants because of the policies of the nation they immigrated from, or because they do not express outright hatred and contempt for their home, or because one views the entire culture of that nation as irrevocably tainted and grotesque – that’s xenophobia, full stop. If nothing else, Moshava Philly represents a very clean case where all of the supposed guardrails that distinguish “anti-Israel” from “antisemitism” – from “it’s about the government, not the people” to “it’s about institutions, not individuals” – have fallen away.
But mixed feelings is not the only problem here. Even if there is no such ambivalence, even if the “safety in solidarity” crew knows without a doubt that this is hate, I suspect they’re quiet because, deep down, they harbor the same doubts as everyone else about what the response to their call would be. Even if they know this is hate, they don’t know that everyone else knows it too. They know the foundation isn’t there yet.
It is worth noting that the entity in this sad affair that seems most invested in actually building this foundation is … Moshava Philly. They’ve committed to staying invested in this community, of reaching out to Eat Up the Borders and doing the work. I wish I could say with confidence they’ll succeed. It’s not guaranteed. But it’s worth trying, and they deserve our support as they try to use this terrible moment to build up rather than tear down.
UPDATE: NBC Philadelphia reports two new developments I hadn’t heard before. The first is that now event organizers are claiming it had a policy of only allowing an Israeli food truck if a Palestinian one was present as well (and vice versa); this time the Palestinian food truck couldn’t make it so they removed the Israeli one. That’s a profoundly stupid reason, and also very different from what folks on both sides had been saying yesterday.
Second, it appears now the entire festival has been canceled.
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UPDATE 2x: That JVP Swarthmore – which has “safety through solidarity” in its bio – is enthusiastically backing the expulsion of the Israeli-American immigrant vendor as a righteous example of BDS is almost too on-brand and makes for the perfect coda to this post.
People give what they need.
did anyone else get a weird thrill as a kid from correctly imitating Normal Kid Things
like I would drink a Coca Cola (hating every sensory moment) and feel excited about participating in a Normal activity. I listened to 20 second samples of Avril Lavigne songs at Barnes and Noble and think, “oh yes, this is what normal American children do, look at me, I’m doing it too”
8 year old me: [eats a slice of pizza]
8 year old me: “Wow. I’m doing it. I’m really doing it. I bet I seem just like a Normal Kid. I bet this looks natural, like I do it every day without even thinking about it. If those people see me eating this pizza they will think, ‘Wow, what a regular child! Just like the ones on TV!’”
Frankly I still do this, to some extent--back in 2019 I went out with a friend after work and sat there like “Wow, I am in a city, drinking wine at a bistro with a friend from work, having an engaging conversation about our dating lives. This is what Normal Adults do. Look at me, a Normal Adult! Like from TV!”
Reblog if you are a Normal Adult, Like from TV
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reading a poem a recipe author wrote about her mother who passed and tearing up………. thank you bread recipe for the small dose of heart and tenderness 🥺💖
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[image text: poem, “Cold Solace” by Anna Belle Kaufman.
When my mother died, / one of her honey cakes remained in the freezer. / I couldn’t bear to see it vanish, / so it waited, pardoned, / in its ice cave behind the metal trays / for two more years. / On my forty-first birthday / I chipped it out, / a rectangular resurrection, / hefted the dead weight in my palm. / Before it thawed, / I sawed, with serrated knife, / the thinnest of slices — / Jewish Eucharist. / The amber squares / with their translucent panes of walnuts / tasted — even toasted — of freezer, / of frost, / a raisined delicacy delivered up / from a deli in the underworld. / I yearned to recall life, not death, / the still body in her pink nightgown on the bed, / how I lay in the shallow cradle of the scattered sheets / after they took it away, / inhaling her scent one last time. / I close my eyes, savor a wafer of / sacred cake on my tongue and / try to taste my mother, to discern / the message she baked in these loaves / when she was too ill to eat them: / I love you. / It will end. / Leave something of sweetness / and substance / in the mouth of the world. /end ID]
Jew: *Mentions Christian antisemitism*
Y'all: WELL ACTUALLY the 'Christians can be antisemitic' factoid is really just a statistical error! The average Christian is 0% antisemitic. Judenhasse Georg, who was NOT A REAL CHRISTIAN™ and single-handedly murdered and oppressed thousands of Jews in the name of Jesus each day for 2,000 years, is a statistical outlier adn should not have been counted.