'It Could Have Been Me': The 1983 Death Of A NYC Graffiti Artist

"It could have been me. It could have been me."

These were the words uttered by painter Jean-Michel Basquiat, who was deeply shaken after he heard the story of a black graffiti artist who was beaten to death by New York City police. Seeing his own life reflected in the death of a fellow artist, Basquiat went on to create Defacement (The Death of Michael Stewart), not only to commemorate the young man’s death, but also to challenge the state-sanctioned brutality that men of color could face for pursuing their art in public spaces.

Mrs. Stewart never took her eye off the political significance of his death. Citing New York’s stop-and-frisk laws and the ongoing abuses faced by people of color nationwide, she said she wanted people to remember that her son fell prey to an America that victimizes young men like her son “all the time.” Her voice quavered only once, and it wasn’t when she recounted the terrible night of Michael’s death; it was when she reflected upon the abuses that still persist, even after 30 years.

"Nothing much has changed," she said once, and then again, faintly. "Nothing much has changed."

caf772000 asked:

Today I finally saw a post saying how males have unrealistic body expectations too and it just crossed my dash again except someone had replaced all the pictures showing the unrealistic standards with pictures of "baby grinch". I am fucking beyond pissed. Tumblr makes me so mad because they always promote female body positivity but when it comes to male body positivity it always turns into an "I am uncomfortable when we are not about me situation".

I saw the same post being defaced with a Robin (if it was robin, idk) cosplayer, which simultaneously made fun both of that cosplayer for his looks and of the post itself. I was raging. I hope shit like this will bite them in the ass one day, and I hope to see it happen while I’ll be laughing maniacally at them.

-the italian one

So what if Tadashi does rise from the ashes, like a phoenix?

But also what if he has to start over in terms of aging? Like yeah he grows up faster than normal (two years every week give or take)

But it takes around a month for him to return to his actual age.

And Hiro doesn’t know that.

So one day Hiro and Baymax go to the cemetery to visit Tadashi’s grave and they see a seven year-old Tadashi in oversized clothes sitting in front of the headstone patiently waiting for Hiro so he doesn’t risk being kidnapped while trying to walk home.

Of course Hiro wouldn’t take this well and he’d probably scold Tadashi for ‘defacing his brother’s grave’ until Tadashi drops a few bits of trivia that only Tadashi and Hiro know and Baymax scanning him, proving that the boy is in fact the original Tadashi.

When Hiro demands an explanation, Tadashi tells him that he doesn’t have one. He simply woke up there a few hours before Hiro showed up and that the last thing he remembered was hearing the sirens and Hiro calling out to him. 

And the entire team tries to find answers while Tadashi begins to realize the gravity of what he’d put everyone through and tries to make amends with Hiro.

this post fucking encapsulates everything i hate about tumblr. a legitimate post about harmful body expectations for men and you deface and make fun of it. it gets all the fucking funnier when you then turn around and insist your feminism is about equality fucking grow up all of you just fucking grow up a little

The people who truly deface our neighborhoods are the companies that scrawl giant slogans across buildings and buses trying to make us feel inadequate unless we buy their stuff.

They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity. Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

You owe these companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t start asking for theirs.

—  Banksy