An unidentified woman uses the end of a ribbon to dry her eyes as she mourns her husband, one of at least 41 people killed in the Kielce Pogrom, an outbreak of violence against the Jewish community centre gathering of refugees in the city of Kielce. It was Poland’s bloodiest postwar Pogrom. Associated Press Photo from New York - 1946.
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He was an Unspeakable and his expertise was in the mind. The Occlumency he’d once learnt from his Aunt had helped him into the department - he had, after all, left Hogwarts prematurely without a single N.E.W.T to his name - and within a few years Draco Malfoy, sullen and taciturn in his late twenties, had become one of the leading authorities in memory modification research. If only, he often thought, he could find a way to erase certain things from the mind; if only there was a way to transfigure certain bad memories into bad dreams.
so much soviet jewish history has been ignored, mostly because it’s overshadowed by the tragic fate most faced in the shoah or the postwar era, but omg people should know about them!!!! did you know the soviets allotted 840,000 hectares of land in crimea and ukraine for jewish settling, compared to the 130,000 hectares of land jews owned in palestine in may 1948 when israel was declared a state? did you know soviet jews were at the forefront of yiddish literature and theatre? what about david bergelson, itzik feffer, peretz markish and david hofshteyn, easily some of the most innovative jewish artists in history? did you know some of the leading yiddish linguists in the world were in soviet state-run organizations and produced really amazing orthographical studies and reformed it in a way that made it much more easily understood and, before things took a turn for the worse, were working on transitioning the language to the latin alphabet? what about that there were similar projects, although smaller, for judeo-tat (spoken by mountain jews), judeo-tajik (spoken by bukharan jews), and judeo-georgian (spoken by georgian jews)? those are just a few of the truly incredible things about soviet jewry, they were much more than victims and trapped dissidents and jews who couldn’t follow halakha
Mum, I cleaned up the attic yesterday. Guess what I found? Your Diary!
I didn't know you were such a romantic.
On page 394 you wrote, "He took me on a moonlight broom ride last night. I hate flying but I can't say no to that face. All 30 minutes of that experience was exhilarating. His arms were around me and I knew he would never let me fall. Right there and then, I secretly admitted I love flying if he's on the broom with me. He was so handsome, his hair matches the silver of the moon."
Mum, I know you were smitten. But dad's red hair does not match the silver of the moon.
Young lady, I'd appreciate it if you don't tell your father this.
@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!
It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.
One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.
“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”
“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”
Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.
“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”
“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”
“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.
“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”
“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”
“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”
“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”
“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.
The books were designed to boost morale but perhaps also record the British way of life in case the Germans completed their European campaign by successfully crossing the English Channel. The books were slim volumes with distinctive elegant covers, but it was the star-studded array of authors that made the series really special.
George Orwell wrote about the British people, Cecil Beaton wrote about English photography, the great poet and printer Francis Meynell wrote about English books, John Betjeman (who penned the immortal line” Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough” in 1937) wrote about cities and towns, Graham Greene wrote about dramatists, the doyen of sports journalists Neville Cardus wrote about cricket and Edith Sitwell wrote about women. Some of the authors have faded in obscurity but they were all experts in their field during those dark days of World War II.
A wide variety of subjects were covered from battlefields to boxing, clocks to mountaineering, butterflies to farm animals, and from waterways and canals to maps and map-makers. In all, there were were 132 titles. The books also covered the Commonwealth – John Buchan’s wife, Lady Tweedsmuir wrote about Canada while Ngaio Marsh and R M Burdon wrote about New Zealand.
My only regret with becoming a Johnlock shipper in the ACD Sherlock Holmes/Granada fandom is that I’ve been in it for all of two months and it may have ruined me for almost all other romance. My expectations are just too high now.
Romance is my favorite genre, but it can be so hard to be satisfied when you want your romance to be interesting. Sometimes you just get two characters and the most interesting thing about them is that they’re going to end up together. You see it all the time, especially in mainstream het romance. Sometimes the setup is literally just: “Boy meets girl.” And we’re supposed to stay invested in it. Like, why should I care about these characters as people? Who are they outside their attraction to each other and why should I root for them to be together instead of apart?
And then you get Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. This isn’t boy meets boy.
This is neurotypical, bisexual medical man with postwar scarring and PTSD meets manic-depressive, neurodivergent, gay (and possibly graysexual) genius with a drug addiction. Not only is that one of the most interesting setups for romance I have ever encountered - - and I’m not even including the cases here - - but it is just… the most heartwarming and beautiful thing. Ever.
Because if you order your ACD canon on a bed of Granada, my shallow labels don’t even begin to do these characters justice. They don’t cover Holmes’ playfulness and his heroic heart, or Watson’s boyish laugh and his sometimes embarrassing levels of sincerity. Not to mention the never-ending warmth in their eyes whenever they look at each other. And that’s not even the half of it. Any one quirk of their characters that other stories would reduce them to for the angst or excitement just builds these two into round, whole people, who almost feel alive. And they make each other better.
The hilarious part is that the adventures of Sherlock Holmes aren’t even a romance by definition. They’re mysteries and tales of social intrigue - - and yet, the romance is undoubtedly there, so long as you’re keeping your eyes open for it. In Granada, you’re plopped right into the middle of the love story. We get both the adventure of the cases and the domesticity of Baker Street. Between the wild disguises and crazy locales and daring chases, we get a warm room, a meal from Mrs. Hudson, and the easy physical intimacy of two people who live together and love each other deeply.
These characters are so multifaceted and their lives are incredible - - and yet, in a way, it’s to be expected. The extraordinary is everyday for Holmes and Watson because every day is extraordinary. Maybe that’s a bit cheesy, but it’s also terribly interesting.
Which is to say, I’m new, I’m hooked, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be quite as satisfied by anything else. Maybe most other love stories just need 130 years to catch up.
So I wanted to outline some of the new topics outlined in the new California history-social sciences curriculum to include and celebrate LGBTQ+ history. Because it’s something I’ve been doing a lot of research into and I just think it’s absolutely fantastic. The following is copied from the “Making the Framework Fair” document - a report from the Committee on LGBT History. It’s a comprehensive list of the topics proposed.
> Grade 2:
• LGBT families in the context of understanding family diversity as a contemporary and historical reality
• Central roles played by gender and sexuality in California’s history as a site of rich, contested, and changing
- How settlers and missionaries sought to impose European American concepts of gender and sexuality on
Native American societies
- Possibilities and motivations for same-sex intimacies and gender diversity in frontier conditions and the
Gold Rush era
- The role of gender and sexuality in nineteenth- and early twentieth-century migrant belonging and policing
- The crucial place of California and Californians in the development of the modern LGBT rights movement
• Variation over time, region, and culture in colonial American practices and laws with regard to gender and
- Native American gender and sexual diversity and European responses in the context of North American
- Regional diversity in family and community arrangements, gender roles and possibilities, and approaches to
sexuality in law and practice, with attention to Puritans, Quakers, Southern settlers, and enslaved Africans
• Fundamental transformations in gender and sexuality in conjunction with nineteenth-century urbanization
- Same-sex romantic friendship as an accepted cultural practice resulting from the separate spheres ideology
and shifting gender expectations for women and men
- Roles of gender and sexuality in the practice and struggles over slavery and emancipation
- Interlocking ways that gender, sexuality, and race shaped Western expansionism and the diverse
possibilities it presented
- Evolving social and cultural expressions of intimacy between men and women (including same-sex
relations) through urbanization and immigration
• The evolution of modern LGBT communities and identities
- Relationships formed in the late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century female worlds of settlement
houses, women’s colleges, and social movements
- Sexual and gender diversity in early twentieth-century cities and cultural movements, including the Harlem
- The impact on approaches to same-sex sexuality, gender diversity, and cultural expression of 1920s changes
in sexual and gender norms, including Prohibition, the rise of dating, and the emphasis on companionate
- New possibilities in World War II for same-sex intimacy, community, and identity on the homefront and
- The postwar creation of vibrant if persecuted LGBT subcultures
- The formation of open and expressive LGBT cultures and communities since the 1970s
- Contemporary diversity of LGBT people, families, and relationships
• Twentieth-century persecution of sexual and gender minorities and the related growth of the LGBT civil rights
- The medicalization of homosexuality and gender diversity as pathological and the subsequent struggle
against this perspective
- Systematic World War II attempts to eliminate gay men and lesbians from the military and the
establishment of a regime of dishonorable discharge that denied many veterans their rights to benefits
- The Lavender Scare targeting gay men and lesbians, which developed in conjunction with the postwar Red
Scare and exceeded its impact in both time and scope
- Homophile, gay liberation, and contemporary LGBT movements as part of the story of civil rights activism in
the United States
- Anti-gay activism as part of the rise of the New Right
- AIDS as a medical, political, and social issue in U.S. history
- Court cases about same-sex sexuality and gender diversity demonstrating changes in policies and public
opinion over time
This is super exciting news for parents and teachers in California. Hopefully the rest of the U.S. follows suit quickly. It’s also important to note that teachers aren’t really being forced to teach these subjects, nor are they yet included in textbooks, worksheets, or other teaching tools very widely. Teachers are receiving trainings, but it will take years to disseminate this throughout the state.
Welbeck Street Car Park was constructed in 1970, designed by Michael Blampied and Partners for Debenhams PLC to serve its flagship Oxford Street store. The building that is constructed of tessellated concrete polygons occupies an awkward shaped site contained by Henrietta Place and Marylebone Lane.
Historic England took a decision not to add the structure to the register for Listed Buildings despised the building being repeatedly named as one of the unsung heroes in the capital.
Soon after the site was sold to Shiva hotels in a reported £100million deal and is now under threat of demolition - the land was originally valued at £30 million in 2014, but soon identified as a site with a potential increase in land value by 300% in a 2016 report by Pastor Real Estate.
It’s rawness casts it as part of the infrastructural landscape: highway engineered into vertical stack. But here infrastructure is handled with such delicacy.
This project was originally driven by a desire to provide a response to the Historic England report, the commentary makes little reference to the larger context of the post-war infrastructure - driven entirely by the velocity of motor vehicle ownership in the 1960s. My aim was to demonstrate that the clear beauty of the structure had been overlooked, but what I discovered and eventually captured was a weight of economic burden, lack of maintenance and extreme underuse.
It was announced on the 10th of august 2017 that the application for its demolition had been approved by Westminster Council. I wish it could have been saved.
Imagine postwar eighth year at Hogwarts when draco and harry start dating, harry bringing draco out to pubs and having him hang out with his friends at hogsmead and draco just feeling that sensation that he finally belongs somewhere in a group of people that appreciate him for him
Draco finding out about eyeliner and trying it and Harry being at a loss for words because holy shit that’s hot
Draco wearing Harry’s Gryffindor scarf in the winter of eighth year only because he knows Harry loves it
Harry leaving Draco and Luna alone together for five minutes and then coming back only to find Draco laughing with tears in his eye and Luna giggling and grinning, not knowing what the hell just happened
Postwar all of the eighth years share a common room and end up having a pillow fight, Draco sitting in the corner like “uhg how childish” and then Harry throws a pillow at his face, laughing at Draco’s unamused expression. His glare turning into a smirk before standing up going “Oh you’re in for it /Potter/” before attacking him with the pillow as well, laughing and grinning the whole time
Ron, Hermione, Seamus and Dean walking in on Draco and Harry kissing, all of them pausing before:
“I KNEW IT, YOU OWE ME 10 BUCKS FINNAGAN” and “TOLD YOU WE’D CATCH THEM BEFORE MAY RON, PAY UP” and Harry and Draco both just look bewildered
Harry bringing Draco to Mrs. Weasley for approval, her taking one look at the two before smiling and going “Welcome to the family, Draco” and him just grinning because he has a family
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter being happy and in love
Harry is searching for an engagement ring for Draco. Nothing is good enough obviously because how does anyone buy a once in a lifetime piece of jewelry for the Prince of Slytherin. Especially when he’s Harry Potter and all he knows about jewelry is what the various magical jewelers have told him. And now he finds himself sprawled on the floor in the 20 something-th jewelry store he’s tried, surrounded by squawking sales people telling him the various advantages of different goblin made pieces. He pays them very little mind because in his mind it’s not them disappointing him, it’s him disappointing Draco. He feels tears start to prickle behind his eyes as thoughts invade his mind that if he can’t even get this right how can he kid himself that he deserves Draco? Fixing him breakfast in the mornings and stroking his hair when he has nightmares, not to mention the way their personalities and humor and magic were so compatible it almost burned too bright. But it was perfect. He was perfect. And Harry couldn’t possible find the ring to say all this and it’s not like he was great with words. So now he was on the ground in a jewelry store hours away from his home with tears in his eyes and all he wanted was his goddamn boyfriend to be his goddamn fiancé.
Harry gave himself whiplash he turned so fast towards Draco’s drawling voice. He looked beautiful. His his cheeks and nose were pink from the cold and snowflakes were stuck to his blonde eyelashes. His grey eyes were somewhere between confusion and amusement. And that was just the last straw for Harry. He burst into tears. Draco yelped and ran to Harry, sitting next to him and putting his arms around him so that Harry’s head rested on his shoulder. He looked utterly bewildered.
“What’s this all about? Didn’t you have something to drop off at work?”
Whoops. Harry completely forgot he’d told Draco that to get away for the afternoon to shop. Harry sniffed and looked up at the man he loved so much and figured it was time to throw his cards on the table.
“ImsosorryDracoIjustloveyousomuchandcantfindaringgoodenoughforyou” he said, all in one shaky breath. Draco looked shocked, then affectionate, the started to laugh.
“What’s so funny? Are you laughing at me you prat?” Harry said indignantly.
When Draco could finally catch his breath he responded “No no love it’s just funny. How long have you been looking?”
“Me too!” Draco explains with a chuckle
“You’re kidding” Harrys face lights up, finally understanding that he was not being made fun of and he began to laugh too. “I’ve been to over 20 stores without buying one” he choked out.
“That’s nothing” Draco says “I’ve bought a ring from almost every store I’ve visited because I think they’re beautiful and you deserve everything beautiful” he went slightly pink at this because they weren’t usually this sappy.
Harry however just grinned at the confession “Well at the risk of sounding like a cheesy fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing and I already have you so you’re worrying was pointless” Harry pressed a quick kiss to Draco’s cheek.
Draco nuzzled his cheek against Harry’s hair, smile bright enough to light up the room. They sat there for a moment before Harry broke the silence “you know what this means right?”
“Hm?” Was all Draco gave as an inquiry
“Well” Harry began “now we both know we want to get married”
Draco chuckled and kissed the top of Harry’s head. “I suppose we do. Though I knew you wanted to marry me I just figured you were too afraid to ask”
“Afraid?? I’m a Gryffindor for Christ’s sake I’m not afraid. I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you right now” Harry retaliated indignantly.
“Ok” Draco said with a sly smile
“Yeah let’s go to the courthouse. We’ve waited way too long as it is. The rings can wait”
Harry contemplated for a minute before realizing he didn’t need to think about it this was all he’d ever wanted. “Yeah. I’ll take you up on that let’s go”
Draco beamed and helped Harry up and they walked out, ignoring the disdainful glares from the sales people. They apperated to the ministry and as they stood outside they exchanged a look. Green eyes bore into grey and Draco smirked at his soon-to-be husband.
Harry grinned in response before answering “You wish”
He thought for a second and then added with a wink “Potter”