10 Photos from Ferguson that won’t make it to the mainstream media.
A community in unity.These photos are via Twitter from a Journalist named Ryan Schuessler (@RyanSchuessler1) who unlike some journalists/reporters, chooses to focus on the activities truly going on right now. He’s not focusing on how much of a “hell-hole” some of them are reporting it to supposedly be. But a community of people who are just seeking Justice For Michael Brown. If you can look at these photos and still buy into the mainsteam media’s game, or feel sorry for the police here in the slightest bit - you’re not paying attention.
The anger and actions of the people in Ferguson are justified. They’re citizens who are outraged by the corruption of the justice system and by the fact these police forces are allowed to gas them and shoot into crowds of innocent civilians, whenever they’re rallying in a peaceful protest that the media refuses to expose. They’ll try to turn it around on these people as often as possible.
For those of us who are, and have been paying attention to what’s going on - to the people of Ferguson, hat’s off to you for standing up. Know there are people who know the truth and aren’t listening to what news sources like CNN, FoxNews and NBC are distorting the information into.
DO NOT FALL INTO THE ILLUSIONS AND DISTORTIONS OF THE MAIN STREAM MEDIA ABOUT THE EVENTS IN FERGUSON. DO NOT FALL PREY TO THEIR GAME.
THESE PEOPLE ARE STANDING AGAINST A CORRUPT POLICE FORCE THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN THEIR OWN LIES. DO NOT JUST FALL INTO THE STORIES OF TEAR GAS, RUBBER BULLETS, RIOTS, and LOOTERS. THERE ARE EVENTS GOING ON FROM PEACEFUL PROTESTERS WHO ARE STANDING FOR JUSTICE.
@RyanSchuessler1 - Twitter
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I walked by a outdoor table and these two guys were talking and, I hopefully just walked by and had no context and they weren’t actually supporting this belief, one said to the other “Emotional abuse is nowhere as serious as physical abuse, it shouldn’t even be called abuse.”
I got back to this cottage at which I’m staying and started playing Portal 2 to try and shake it off because the comment really upset me… I started the game over so it was just me and my friend Wheatley. Me and Wheatley are just chilling and he’s trying to help me escape from this confine where I (well, the protagonist) can’t leave and be free. We’re almost there, and suddenly we have to sneak past some robot who is apparently this bad guy. Wheatley seems a bit delusional, so I’m like “What does it matter if I wake her up or not? Only he says that the robot is evil; I have no problems with her.”
GLaDOS, the robot, wakes up and has a bitch-fit about how I ruined her when I tried to escape from her the first time, and seeing as Wheatley tried to save me from leaving her confined space, she sees him as something that takes her control over me and she kills him - right in front of me.
Once Wheatley’s dead, GLaDOS tell me it’s time to do tests and the reward for completing the tests is my freedom. She puts me through Hell, reminding me of all the things she’d done to me and she just becomes this emotionally abusive asshole, but I keep playing and I keep trying to escape.
Eventually, I’m getting kind of sick of her insults and they’re getting to me (now we’re talking about real me) and I want to put the controller down, but all I want is to continue testing.
Now I’ve played Portal 1 and 2 all the way through, but I haven’t played 1 in a while so bear with me. This is just about the beginning of Portal 2.
Emotional abuse is a VERY real thing, and I think Portal 2 is a GENIUS metaphor for describing it. The abuséd is put through a series of tests with the promise of freedom, but with every test, she gets on an elevator and goes further into the ground - thus further from that promised freedom. There are points where the player may want to stop because it is getting to them, but their motivation is to be free so they continue with the tests despite the fact that GLaDOS will never set them free.
So if you want to say that emotional abuse doesn’t exist, put yourself in the shoes of the main character from Portal 2 and imagine yourself seemingly never on the true road to freedom.
I tagged an interesting conversation between a poster and his Spanish dad about cultural appropriation, and it echoes a post by an Indian explaining about a piece of clothing it looked like Lady Gaga was wearing. And they both bring up a really clear point, and it’s one I’m suddenly realizing something about.
If you think someone is appropriating an important and cherished part of another culture, before going off on that person about it, how about checking with people (or in the case of Tumblr, posters) from that culture as to whether or not they’re offended?
They have the say. It’s not you who gets to decide what is offensive or not. It’s them. These people, be it First Nations, Middle Eastern, Jewish, whatever…they are the ones who know best about their culture, what they would want shared far and wide, and what they would want people to respect and not claim for themselves.
By suddenly deciding this is appropriation, or that is appropriation, without consulting the people whose culture this is from - you just took their right to decide that from them.
Say again about how you value the voice of minorities, people of color, other cultures?
One thing I’ve noticed thus far that would be a good barometer of sensing whether it would be offensive: I’ve yet to see anyone get bent out of shape by people wanting to try out their culture’s food. Wheras, they’re going to be far more offended if you adopt elements from their cherished spiritual beliefs without at least the respect those beliefs are due. I mean, this is common sense here, okay?
And if you’re not sure whether it is OK for you to use or do the thing, ask someone who does use or do the thing. Tumblr has blogs from people of all nationalities and cultures. Tag your post correctly, and I’m sure someone in the know with at least some grams of sense will answer you clearly.
It never hurts to ask. Because I think everyone appreciates it when someone asks you whether or not you’re OK with them doing a thing that may upset you way more than them.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
- Me: Hey Dad, I have a question
- Dad: Alright, lets see if it's within my reach
- Me: What do you think of cultural appropriation?
- Dad: what?
- Me: Cultural appropriation.
- Dad: I think you mean acculturation.
- Me: yeah, I do. But I was using the term the Social Justice Morons use.
- Dad: It's a necessary part of being human, you can't just keep the one culture all of your life!
- Me: So how offended would you be if a bunch of white people started speaking Spanish?
- Dad: Offended? I would be glad, at least they speak my language!
- Me: What if a white guy made tacos?
- Dad: what kind of taco? why would I be offended? Did I invent it and patent it?
- Me: Nope, just an ordinary taco made by a white guy.
- Dad: Why would I be offended? It would like a German guy getting offended because I grilled a hamburger
- Me: Well, because it's a Mexican food, it was discovered and is integral to Mexican culture. What if a white person doesn't respect the history of the taco.
- Dad: When the woman who first created a taco did that, did the Angels descend from heaven with a deed and a copyright form signed by God informing us that only Mexicans can make it?
- Me: Nope. It's just a taco.
- Dad: Precisely, it's a taco, eat it. I would actually be happy for that white guy, tacos are pretty good.
- Me: What if Tyler wanted to celebrate El Dia de Los Muertos? On his own?
- Dad: Tell him to pace himself the skulls are made of pure sugar.
- Me: What if he wanted to celebrate El Dia de la Independencia?
- Dad: Culture is not something handed to you by God to protect and nurse, it's just something that happens to you, and when you think you have it figured out, it changes. That's what cultures do. They change. You know what these people are trying to do, right?
- Me: Yeah,
- Dad: They want us all to hate each other and not speak to each other. They want us Mexicans in Mexico, Afro-Americans in Africa, Asians in Asia and none of us talking or being nice to each other. With no resources, no trade, no rights, and only the one language that only we're allowed to speak so that we can't communicate with anyone outside. And that's after they'd kill off all the white people. They're like the KKK, if the KKK didn't have balls.
- Me: I arrived at the same conclusion.
- Dad: Make yourself a coffee.
- Dad: Just be sure it's Mexican *laughs*
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a friendly reminder:
don’t hang out with people that make you feel bad about yourself
Alina Davis, a 23-year-old trans woman, and Allison Brooks, her 19-year-old partner, donned matching white floor-length bridal gowns and married at a civil registry office earlier this month.
As Davis is still legally regarded as male, the office had no choice but to hand them a marriage certificate.
The couple said officials chided them, and appeared to be violent.
‘She called us the shame of the family and said we need medical treatment … I was afraid my pussycat [an affectionate pet name in Russian] would beat the fuck out of her,’ Davis said on her VK page.
But the couple were allowed to sign the papers, meaning a gay couple in Russia are legally recognized as married – even if it’s through a loophole.
‘This is an important precedent for Russia,’ Davis said.
Russia banned same-sex marriage and outlawed ‘gay propaganda’ in 2013.
holy jesus look at these two warrior princesses
they are my heroes
YOU GO GIRLS
"Oh, you don’t wanna recognize my gender? Okay then lol guess you have to recognize my marriage"
that is amazing
In response to GoFundMe’s response to the very racist and dangerous campaign in support of Darren Wilson, I’m deleting my GoFundMe page as soon as I can figure out how to do so.
But the thing is… what I’m taking down is a personal commercial project that I haven’t even really started ramping up yet. It’s a not-immediately-for-profit one, but it’s not something essential to my life. I can take it down and it will make no effect on me keeping a house, or getting fed, or receiving medical care.
And so I have zero judgment in my heart for anyone (in particular, anyone other than other white people) who is using GoFundMe to get those things. Because the thing is, GoFundMe is a very open platform with very permissive attitudes towards what it can be used for, very little cost, and very low (almost no) barriers to entry, which it means it can be the only real option for a lot of people.
Which is sad, because this hands off attitude and lack of gatekeeping is also the thing that allows them to duck responsibility so completely as racists use their service to pay a bounty for murder. .
I’m not going to support GoFundMe, but I am in no position to judge people who are receiving necessary and essential support from it. And I would hate to see people—people I know including queer and disabled people of color—have their support cut off or even be subjected to scorn and abuse because they don’t have an alternative.
What I’m saying is, yes… let’s hit them where it hurts, but let’s also mind the collateral damage. The target is Darren Wilson and the bigots who support him. Racism creates too many martyrs all by itself. We shouldn’t be creating more with our outrage.
I’ll start up an alternate campaign sometime next week, probably, after I get home.
I don’t remember where the heck I heard this but I remember reading somewhere that playing Tetris helps your brain somehow if you can’t get horrible images out of your mind.
My mom was watching some violent horror movie yesterday and I saw a scene I didn’t want to see (though I walked out of the room before the worst of it happened) but I haven’t been able to get the images out of my head all day yesterday or even today. But I remembered that thing, so I looked up a free version of Tetris online (it’s crappy and has no music) but it somehow helps?? I don’t really know how but I do feel a lot better after playing it.
So uh, I have no source for the earlier statement and I have no idea how it works, but it’s a good thing to keep in mind if you want to get disturbing images out of your mind.
It’s probably because Tetris occupies those parts of your brain that like to repeat the image. Plus, it’s a very visually oriented game, so you’re now filled with the mental images of what block fits where.
At the very least it’s a pretty effective distraction. It might be a bit too distracting - I’ve gone to bed with visions of blocks falling in front of my eyes when I had my NES in middle school. :D
People with anxiety:
- Know the worry is irrational
- Want to calm down but can’t
- Hate the fact that breathing feels like you are trying to breathe rocks instead of air
- Feel like they are drowning and suffocating. Telling them to just take a breath and calm down doesnt help.
- Want to stop shaking but can’t control their limbs.
- Just plain feel horrible and embarrassed.
Now I kinda understand anxiety from my friends a little