My dad. I’m 24, and asked if you ever shake the feeling of not being an adult, and this was his response. Probably the most comforting thing he could have said. (via warpedinside)
This is an important message on how privilege really works.
This guy gets it. Wonderful.
This is so important. I need to do better with this.
Annie May Jackson was the first female police officer in Canada. Jackson was made a Constable to the Edmonton Police Department on October 1, 1912, winning out over 47 other applicants. Her photograph as a policewoman appeared on the front page of the London Daily Mirror on August 8, 1913. A neighbourhood of Jackson Heights, in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, is named in her honour.
Jackson was given the task of helping young girls and women uphold “high morals and manners”. She dealt with young women immigrating to Canada who were recruited immediately into prostitution. In 1918 she married William Henry Kelcher and was forced to leave the police force. In 1919 she gave birth to a son, Henry Murray Kelcher.
Jackson died in 1959, after she was hit by a car while walking near her Edmonton home. Since then the Edmonton neighbourhood of Jackson Heights, a nearby road, a park and a school have been named after her to preserve her memory and legacy. [via]
When will they learn
This shit ain’t funny at all. I don’t know why these white dudes think it’s okay to walk up to people, blatantly insult them, then think nothing should happen. Then people look at the Black folks in the vids like THEY’RE wrong.
I don’t see how this is a prank…if getting punched is a prank then Manny pacquiao is the funniest man on the planet
surely a prank is supposed to make everyone laugh when it’s over. even the victim? regardless of what these twats are labelling it as, these poor lads still go home having experienced yet another racist verbal attack on them when they were just innocently living their lives.
do we REALLY expect anything less idiotic from something called BROPRANKSTV though
You can flag their channel here: https://www.youtube.com/user/BroPranksTV/about (you have to be logged in to YouTube.)
The little flag in the bottom left. Flag them for “hate speech against a protected group” and unfortunately not also “Just being a complete asshole.”
Also, please don’t watch any of their videos…that will just get them more views and revenue.
Deaf Awareness Week is upon us here in the UK! :D These pictures highlight the importance of lip-reading for Deaf and hard of hearing people all over the world…
We hate it when people mumble
we hate it when people cover their mouths
we hate it when people shout thinking we’ll hear better
we hate it when more than one person speak to us at the same time
we hate it when people do speak clearly….
BUT we do love it when people make the effort to talk clearly to us :)
Happy Deaf Awareness week!!
These are amazing.
I have a renewed “what-the-fuck” over the fact that so many parents with kids in foster care have a developmental/intellectual disability (formerly known as mental retardation), and it’s because of the disability that their children are in foster care but it’s purposefully ignored.
On a couple…
Going on right now in Ferguson: Police are raiding a church that has been stocked with medical supplies, food, and tear gas recovery kits for community members engaging in protests. This cannot be allowed to continue.
Stand up, speak out.
This is real life. (x)
Did you know that in certain European countries it is illegal to display any sort of Nazi symbol? What the fascist white supremacist neo-Nazi scum of Germany, France, etc. have been doing is displaying the Confederate flag instead, because there is no ban on it.
So the next time someone tries to tell you that the flag of the Confederacy has nothing to do with racism, remember that actual Nazis are using it as their preferred symbol, and please remind them that they are actually pieces of literal shit.
The Hobbit: The Third Age.
Freelance concept artist and illustrator Mike “Daarken” Lim has released several illustrations he created for The Hobbit: Armies of the Third Age. The Hobbit: Armies of the Third Age is a web browser game developed by Kabam in association with Warner Brothers Interactive Entertainment.
I’m not sure who the original editor of this particular picture is - I got this from a shared post of a friend on Facebook. In most cases I’d hesitate to post a picture I don’t know where to give credit to, but I think in this case it can be excused, given the severity of the issue at hand.
If you don’t already know, this is the Arabic letter Nun, equivalent to our letter “N.” It’s the first letter of the word “Nasara” or Nazarenes, which refers to Christians as followers of Jesus of Nazareth. ISIS is marking this symbol on buildings owned by Iraqi Christians in Mosul - it is essentially a death sentence. The radical terrorists are forcing people from their homes and systematically murdering anyone who refuses to convert to Islam. According to a recent CNN report, they are even beheading children.
Ignace Joseph III Younan, the Syrian Catholic Patriarch of Antioch apparently said in an interview with Vatican Radio that there are no longer any Christians left in Mosul because of the threat to their lives. Many refugees have fled to Kurdistan, but according to Younan, the Prime Minister of Kurdistan has said it can no longer grant asylum since it appears that the area is already overpopulated with not only Christian refugees but several refugees from other targeted minority groups.
These people need our support.
I don’t care if you’re Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Atheist, or what have you - people are being turned out on the streets and brutally tortured and killed. Their places of worship and sacred texts are being mercilessly destroyed. I know just spreading around a picture won’t do much in the grand scheme of things, but we can start somewhere. If you care at all for these victims, if you have any ounce of compassion in you for the members of the human family suffering right now, please reblog this “Nun” symbol to show support and spread the word to those who may still be ignorant of its meaning. If enough people are aware of what’s going on, then there is a greater chance of us pulling together to take real action.
I took a break from reading a book about Germany during WWII to check Tumblr. The information in this post is too similar to what happened to the Jews for comfort.
It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.
Not all men.
I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.
Not all men.
Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.
Not all men.
Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.
Not all men.
Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:
“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…
Not all men.
Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:
-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger
I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?
Not all men.
It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.
I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.
Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.
We’re only halfway through 2014, and state legislators have already introduced a whopping 468 restrictions intended to limit, control or otherwise regulate women’s reproductive rights.
How many comparable bills have been introduced to regulate men’s reproductive health care during this period? Zero.
Something’s very wrong with this picture.