Y’all seem to think that ‘Respect’ing other human beings means simply being nice to them, accepting their views, and excusing their actions. But…?
Respecting a person as a PERSON means that you’re acknowledging that they exist. That’s it. Speaking about them, as if they are real. That’s what it means to respect a person as a person. You can disagree and downright condemn a person’s beliefs while still acknowledging that they are a person. Because we, as people, are perfectly capable of doing terrible things and still being people. We’re capable of bad, just like we’re capable of good. The point of respecting a person as a PERSON is not accepting their views. It is not sympathizing with them. It is not giving them the benefit of the doubt. And it is not allowing them to continue to hurt you or your people without consequence. It is not excusing them. It is not surrender.
Respecting a person is realizing that they are still a person saying these terrible things. Not excusing, forgiving, approving, or supporting these terrible things and ideas, but knowing that it was a human itself behind these actions. A person is not suddenly subhuman just because they have terrible ideologies. They’re still a person. Because people do and can have terrible, unforgivable beliefs. And do do unthinkable things. But respecting them as a person is not forgetting that they’re a human. You’re not fighting a monster (Though, a monster in this context would of course be the harmful ideals spread, and the stigma that it both caused and was generated from. Etc.) But you’re fighting another human being.
Now, this by no means should ever weaken your resolve to fight and rise against ideas, campaigns, people that seek to degrade you and oppress you and make “jokes” (can you tell that I literally do not support Felix worth a damn.) at the expense of your suffering. If anything, I feel as if viewing them as a person (read: not forgiving or excusing them. But acknowledging that they are a person.) can only strengthen your fight. The second you fight as if you’re fighting a human being, is the moment that people around you begin to understand why you’re fighting and gain the will to fight themselves. Because they’re humans too.
People on this site are so quick to completely forget the humanity of the other people on this site over something as remedial as shipping Peridot with Lapis over Amethyst. Do not weaken your own arguments, your own voices, and your own points by dropping your voice as if it were to regard and speak to subhumans.
Do not let the forces you fight drop your battle from your own hands. You hold it firmly, back straight, and presented at the human being that pushed you, and didn’t expect you to push back. Make them realize that they are not subhuman. Let them know that you, as a human being, are speaking to them, as a human being, on a battle field that they do not want to to be leveled and fair. Let them know that they are not subhuman, even if their beliefs are garbage. Let them know, they’re not lesser as people.
But as a human being, their actions are unacceptable. And inhuman. Allow them the privilege to feel ashamed. Do not give them the idea that, as a ‘subhuman’, these actions are expected and allowed of them. Let them know that it’s wrong. Let them know.
And that you, as a human being, will not stand for it.
Don’t excuse them. But see them for what they are.
Keep your vision clear, and your voice true. Know that you do not owe them kindness. But know the force that opposes you.
Know them in a way that, in some cases, they will refuse to know you.
“What the fuck?!” Potter threw up his hands and then promptly jammed them in his hair. He stopped his pacing and stared at the archway where a door had been about… -Draco idly cast a tempus- an hour ago. Apparently, Potter had been driven to distraction simply by the idea of sharing a space with him and was flirting with a level of mania that made Draco quite uncomfortable.
Draco laced his hands together in his lap, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. He was expecting Potter to start throwing spells again if he kept to the pattern he had established so far. Hopefully, he would cast something that would rebound and turn him into something quiet, like a rabbit.
Potter spun toward him though, “Why aren’t you upset!” he snapped.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “It seems to me you’re doing a good enough job for the both of us.”
…so @reallycorking and I actually talked about this a decent amount in the later stages of working on Heart of the Junglebecause really, Hinata’s hair would grow out while he was preoccupied with things like living in trees and kissing Tobio. His hair does get longer if you look through the art, yup!
Anyway, we lack self control, so have some jungle boy domesticity <3
The jungle was a magnificent place, filled with wonders the likes of which Hinata never could have imagined. The year he’d spent expecting to leave it had been tempered by reservations, by his reluctance to truly fall in love, both with the trees, and with Tobio. But now that he’d been freed of those worries, he found that the world had opened up around him, to finally let him see its true self.
Hinata fell, deeper and deeper. He ran as wild as his new home.
For all its natural beauty, however, there were still some things to which he was growing accustomed. One aspect of jungle life constantly made itself known, as he swung through the trees, the ground blurring past far, far below him. He reached out to grab the next vine, and his hair billowed straight into his eyes and mouth. He spluttered, blinded, shaking his head vigorously.
Hinata had never had long hair in his life, but it had grown so now, past his chin and a little over his shoulders. He could shear it off with a particularly sharp rock, but still hadn’t gotten around to it. If he was being completely honest with himself, he’d ended up holding off, after it had become apparent that Tobio certainly didn’t mind it long, judging by how often his hands strayed to touching it, fingers tangling and stroking and brushing.
getting into newer (in the sense that i came up with them literally years ago and drew them once and then never again) characters for day 9
this is hirahara she’s an abomination of sorts, i think is the best way to put it her head and nose are always bleeding and she’s got tentacle parasites on her back she wanders a wasteland whacking shit with a croquet mallet that she swears is a legendary weapon she also does it in a very impractical outfit because she just likes showing off Big Muscle™
also i have a GUY lined up for tomorrow so that’ll be fun because i never draw those whoops
David’s all running on empty cos he’s sleep deprived, pumped up on adrenaline and hallucinating like fuck, and he’s in Zelena’s old cell but he isn’t even sure how he got here from outside, all he knows is George is in front of him… and he just attacks.
He’s letting all his hurt and pain and frustration out, screaming at him, telling him he’ll never forgive him for what he’s done; what he’s put his family through.
And he’s not registering George’s words, begging him to calm down and think clearly… his pleas won’t save his skin now, there wasn’t even a sorry in his pathetic cries. He doesn’t deserve mercy. This vile man took his brother, his father… he doesn’t deserve to live.
So David delivers that vital blow.
He stabs him. He relishes as the man cries out. He lets the darkness that had been slowly creeping into him take over for that split second, enjoying the twisted agony on his face as he slips down the wall… gloating as he tries to grasp his coat with his hand and hook-
David’s vision begins to clear.
Only it’s not George on the floor, in front of him.
And he’s bleeding out.
Shit. David begins to panic. He tries to stop the bleeding, crying out for someone to help. Ratchett shows up and reluctantly runs to get medics.
But David is scared. Klllian’s losing blood and fast. He’s barely holding on to consciousness. The medics finally arrive and get him on a gurney and wheel him out.
Flashes of Killian on a familiar looking gurney attack his brain and- this is all his fault.