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[TW: Lynching, Violence] “A Sight That Every White Person in the World Should be Able to See.”

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

Brutally and dehumanizingly faced with death, I understood what it meant to be a black man in America. With the noose around my neck and death in my brains, I waited for the end…”

*GRAPHIC EXPLICIT PHOTO OF MEN LYNCHED UNDER THIS LINK | DO NOT CLICK IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO SEE*

^The lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith. 2 Hang, but there was meant to be a 3rd. 

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I could hear the mob tramping up the jail stairs. In another moment, they would be at the door of my cell block. They would open the door, walk inside, and all hell would break out. Time was running out for me. Outside the door, the corridor was fast becoming jammed with violent men, ruthless men, black-people-hating white men. The leaders held back until they quieted down. The men carried ropes, shotguns, knives, clubs, swords, and rifles. One of the men held a submachine gun in the cradle of his arm. He acted like he knew how to use it. He was a big, burly, bushy-haired man with cold-looking gray eyes, glassy-looking, like he was high on some kind of a “fix.” It was frightening to look at him.

The men gathered around the door of my cell block  They were the elite group of black intimidators. Their act now was to complete the path of destruction, death, and tyranny. While they were deciding on the kill, I closed my eyes for a moment to will my disappearance. I opened them again when I heard the eerie jangling of keys on the key ring. I was still in the cell block. There was no time to hide. There was no place to hide. Events happened so fast there was not even time to pray.

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jackmarlowe:

fyeah-history:

Hannie SchaftJannetje Johanna (Jo) Schaft (16 September 1920 – 17 April 1945), was a Dutch communist resistance fighter during World War II. She became known as the girl with the red hair. Her secret name in the resistance movement was Hannie.

Let me introduce y’all to this fierce motherfucker right now - allow me to present HANNIE SCHAFT. DID YOU KNOW: This suave-ass communist bamf would dress up as a boy and stand in doorways making out with the ladies until some German soldier came along and then she’d kill them in various gory ways.
She was kind of too radical for her own resistance group, i.e. they balked when she was like ‘Hell yes I’m going to learn to speak German fluently so I can sleep with (and therefore kill) more Nazis.’
Her last words were ‘Ik schiet beter!’ when her executioner wounded her with the first shot. I SHOOT BETTER. WHATEVER BITCHES, SCHAFT OUT.

jackmarlowe:

fyeah-history:

Hannie Schaft
Jannetje Johanna (Jo) Schaft (16 September 1920 – 17 April 1945), was a Dutch communist resistance fighter during World War II. She became known as the girl with the red hair. Her secret name in the resistance movement was Hannie.

Let me introduce y’all to this fierce motherfucker right now - allow me to present HANNIE SCHAFT. DID YOU KNOW:

This suave-ass communist bamf would dress up as a boy and stand in doorways making out with the ladies until some German soldier came along and then she’d kill them in various gory ways.

She was kind of too radical for her own resistance group, i.e. they balked when she was like ‘Hell yes I’m going to learn to speak German fluently so I can sleep with (and therefore kill) more Nazis.’

Her last words were ‘Ik schiet beter!’ when her executioner wounded her with the first shot. I SHOOT BETTER. WHATEVER BITCHES, SCHAFT OUT.

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A black Louisiana woman was set on fire by 3 white men wearing white hoods. The men spray painted "KKK" on her vehicle....

msqueenly:

black-culture:

Authorities are on the scene at Civitan Park in Winnsboro where it is believed a young woman was attacked Sunday evening.

Sharmeka Moffitt called 911 about 8 p.m. and told police she was attacked and burned by three men wearing hoodies, authorities said during a news…

Dear white people,

Do you still think Black people are making this shit up?

Its real, folks. Black Southerners tend to remember this shit better than others.

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littlemisslillykat:

ad-busting:

Open your eyes and you’ll see subtle (and not-so-subtle) images of violence in a lot of advertisements and fashion shoots. America’s Next Top Model even did a “crime scene victims” photo shoot, which is pretty horrific.

WTF?? Really? This is NOT okay!
Whats wrong with people, why is this a “thing”?!?!

littlemisslillykat:

ad-busting:

Open your eyes and you’ll see subtle (and not-so-subtle) images of violence in a lot of advertisements and fashion shoots. America’s Next Top Model even did a “crime scene victims” photo shoot, which is pretty horrific.

WTF?? Really? This is NOT okay!

Whats wrong with people, why is this a “thing”?!?!

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massivesmoochfest:

the tables have turned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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yoursystemsucks:

Follow, I don’t bite :)

yoursystemsucks:

Follow, I don’t bite :)

tyrawm:

Comic By Tyra WM 
I really wish I had the courage to stomp on peoples throats, and the body strength. 
Dialogue: 
Man- SUCK MY DICK!
Woman- SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I WEAR STEEL TOE BOOTS MOTHER FUCKER!!! 

tyrawm:

Comic By Tyra WM 

I really wish I had the courage to stomp on peoples throats, and the body strength. 

Dialogue: 

Man- SUCK MY DICK!

Woman- SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I WEAR STEEL TOE BOOTS MOTHER FUCKER!!! 

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The RCMP killed sled dogs to keep the Inuit in one place.

apihtawikosisan:

In the 50s, when Canada started to want Inuit lands, hundreds of sled dogs were slaughtered.  The killings were deeply shocking to the Inuit who have a very strong relationship with their dogs, and who relied on those dogs to transport food and goods.  Without the dogs, Inuit could not hunt or move around as they had before.  It was a deliberate strategy to ‘settle’ them.

For years the RCMP and Canada have claimed that the dogs were sick and needed to be put down.  These lies, and the violence inherent in the slayings, are slowly coming to official light.

Some Inuit in Nunavik are finally receiving compensation for the slaughter, but of course these paltry sums cannot undo the damage of forced settlement and relocations.  Canada seems to believe that financial compensation obviates any need for real change.

Disgusting, and too little, too late… as usual.

"A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, “They are afraid women will laugh at them.” When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, “We’re afraid of being killed.”"

http://www.pbs.org/kued/nosafeplace/articles/nightmare.html (via alullaby)

This reminds me of a discussion we had in school, and one girl was talking about living in fear of her safety because she is a girl, and this guy chimed in and was all “It’s hard for guys too! I’m so awkward around girls! It’s embarrassing!” Yeah, not the same thing, exactly?

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This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them. 

I think that says a lot. 

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Always reblog. Also, this is the dynamic between most privileged and oppressed groups. I don’t feel like most people understand that.

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Race has everything to do with it.

thinkspeakstress:

I’m not ready to talk about this new case. But for now, I’m only going to say this one thing, because I just can’t handle this yet. The wounds of Trayvon Martin’s case have barely begun to heal, and already, I and every other Black person, are being reminded of our worth. I’m being reminded yet again that any given day could be the day that I get the phone call that my nephew, my niece, my sister, my brother, my mother, my grandparents, have been killed for no god damn reason other than that they were Black.

I can not handle thinking that yet another little Black boy—a child was killed in cold blood. And in front of his mother.

Innocent Black person.

Murdered by a white person.

Again.

Again.

AGAIN.

Again as in, “another day that ends with “y”” AGAIN.

As in, “every day” AGAIN.

I’m not saying Black people don’t attack other Black people. But that’s not what I’m talking about. What I’m talking about, specifically, is white people—who are privileged because of their skin, who are considered the norm, who are considered superior, who the media, the government, everybody uplifts as the greatest people since the birth of time—killing Black people—people who have been consistently spat on, shat on, kicked around, dehumanized, oppressed, othered, and marginalized since white people realized we existed.

And people want to act like these are all isolated incidents. Because 29 murders (these are the reported ones, mind you), plus one shooting spree in which all of the victims were Black, clearly adds up to isolated incidents.

Let me put this megaphone on high for all the white folk in the back. You can plug up your ears all you want to, but you are going to hear this, and I don’t give a fuck whether you want to or not:

When people of color are getting murdered again and again by white people.

When those white people are consistently getting let off the hook for said murders, again and again.

When this happens every fucking day.

It is not an isolated incident.

It’s an epidemic.

And race has everything to do with it.

Let’s say they are isolated incidents. You know what that makes this? A series.

A series of awful events. You know what that is?

IT’S AN EPIDEMIC.

EITHER WAY, IT ADDS UP TO THE SAME GOD DAMN THING.

SO WHY ARE WE STILL DENYING IT?

Race has EVERYTHING to do with it.

EVERYTHING!

Let me say it again: I don’t care that you think we’re being irrational. Until your child being murdered and their murderer being let off, or given a pay raise and a god damn vacation, is a legitimate fear that you have every time your child steps out the door, you don’t get to tell us we’re being irrational.

I don’t care that you love the cops. That only shows that you don’t understand the first thing we’re going through.

I don’t care that this will hurt your little white feelings. These are my people being murdered by yours, and being excused by a system that was created by yours, to show you favor, and it consistently lets the rest of us who weren’t born white know that our lives have less value. Do you understand that? The government—who is supposed to be for the people—for all people, regardless of color—thinks that we have less value than white people.

I don’t care if this makes you upset. I don’t care if you want to keep your ears plugged. You can plug them and whine and baww at me all you want, but you are going to hear this. If you’re going to cry, it’s going to be for a god damn reason.

Race. Has EVERYTHING. To do with it.

Denying it won’t make it go away.

Ignoring it won’t make it go away.

Not talking about it won’t make it go away.

White people, you consistently give us these suggestions and act like we haven’t tried these things! Guess what? WE HAVE. And you know what happened?

NOTHING.

Nothing got better.

Nothing stopped.

Nothing went away.

The same shit kept happening, but now, it was worse because everyone was fucking ignoring it.

A PoC who attacks a white person will get more time in prison than a white person who murders one of us. They will get a harsher punishment. The white victim will get news coverage. A PoC gets attacked by a white person and they get charged and jailed for their own god damn attack. They get vilified. They get everyone trying their damndest to dig up irrelevant past sins in order to try to justify their murder. Even in the case of Darius, who stood on his porch and did nothing but his fucking chores, white people are scrambling to insist that he was a thug. A child doing his chores is a thug who deserved it. Do you understand the difference between you as a white person, and us as people of color?

Race has everything to do with it.

The reason we say it’s because of race is because we know. It’s because this is too fucking familiar to us. To the point where we know it inside and out. It’s fucking terrifying.

There is a reason why the people who know that it has to do with race are always PoC, and the people who insist that race has nothing to do with it are white.

YOU don’t have to worry about it.

YOU don’t have to worry about whether or not you will be shot because your skin color arouses suspicion.

YOU don’t experience the crippling fear of watching your children leave the house, and worrying that you might never see them again because their skin color makes them a target to everyone who is supposed to be protecting them.

And if something does happen, you don’t have to worry that justice will be delayed, or even wonder if it will be served at all. For you, justice is hot, or at the very least, warm. Always. For us, it is a dish served cold and undercooked, if it’s even brought to the table in the first place. And most times, it’s not.

There is a reason why most PoC distrust the police, and white people do.

There is a reason why when a victim of anything is a PoC and the cops do nothing, we aren’t surprised.

When a hate crime happens, yes, we’re shocked by the ugliness. But when have you ever seen us be surprised that it happened? When have you ever seen us surprised that justice wasn’t served? What? Never?

I. WONDER. WHY.

This isn’t rocket science, white people. It’s not. IT’S NOT.

For us, this is nothing new.

For us, this is nothing new.

For us. This is nothing. new.

THIS. IS NOTHING. NEW. TO US.

THIS IS CONSISTENT.

THIS HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH RACE.

THIS HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH RACE.

THIS HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH RACE.

And you can plug your ears, and give every excuse in the book if you want to. But that doesn’t change the truth.

SPECIAL NOTE FOR THE WHITE FOLK:

If you’re going to comment and try to be cute or willfully obtuse? Save it for your mama. Because I will not tolerate it.

If you, white people, dare try to give “I can totally relate because here’s what happened to me” stories. If you try to say that perhaps we should behave/act/dress/speak/think/ this way or that way, don’t bother. Because we’ve heard it before from other white people who are just as obtuse as you’re about to be. If you’re going to say that we need to be nicer, and that this hurt your feelings? SAVE IT. Because I DO NOT, HAVE NOT, WILL NOT, AND DO NOT EVER PLAN TO GIVE A FUCK, NOR ANY SEMBLANCE OF ONE. If you’re going to say, “Well, I wanted to try and learn about this, but…this was so rude, so now I don’t care anymore,” then don’t bother, because you’re a fucking liar who didn’t give a shit in the first place. If you’re going to comment with ridiculous colorblind bullshit, SAVE IT. Because if after reading all of this, you still feel any “we’re all human” colorblind remark you have to say could be appropriate, then you missed the entire fucking point and therefore have no place opening your god damn mouth. If you want to tell me that you are a special white snowflake who “isn’t like that”, SHUT UP. Because if you feel the need to come onto this post and make it all about you ? You’re exactly like that. If you feel the need to come in and say, “All white people” aren’t like that, then again, shut the fuck up. Y’all really think we don’t know? Your comment isn’t appropriate, nor is it welcome, here. If you’re going to whine? Save it. No one cares. It’s not about you. If you want to ask questions? Don’t. Our mourning is not the time for you to come in asking shit and trying to get us to educate you, and you don’t get to capitalize on our fears and pains, not when we’re hurting, not when we’re joyous, not fucking ever.

And yes. You are that predictable. Because nearly every single one of you say one, all, or a combination of any of those things. Every. Fucking. Time.

Race. Has everything. To do with it.

1stofseptember:

North Pakistan - Darra’s shop by Valerio Pandolfo on Flickr.

1stofseptember:

North Pakistan - Darra’s shop by Valerio Pandolfo on Flickr.

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.Top Text: “DO NOT.”Bottom Text: “MAKE ME PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.”]
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We all have those customers. And coworkers. 

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: “DO NOT.”

Bottom Text: “MAKE ME PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.”]

We all have those customers. And coworkers. 

of-praxis:

of-praxis:

from the Black Power Mixtape; interviewer asks Angela Davis if she approves of violence.

the pain in her voice at the end…… sigh

“You ask me, you know, 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 my father having to have guns at his disposal at all times because of the fact that, at any moment, someone—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 “Niggers 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 were—who lived very—one of them lived next door to me. I was very good friends with the sister of another one. 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 one of the young girls called my mother and said, “Can you take me down to the church to pick up Carole? You know, 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 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, I just—I just find it incredible, because what it means is that the person who’s asking that question has absolutely no idea what black people have gone through, what black people have experienced in this country, since the time the first black person was kidnapped from the shores of Africa.”

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