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This is the straight talk that started Donald Trump on a tweet storm erroneously calling Rep. John Lewis “all talk and no action”

Lewis has reportedly been arrested more than 40 times. Since Lewis has been in Congress, he’s been arrested five more times, as discussed on The Daily Show last year. For five decades, Lewis has fought to undo and rewrite the laws that signal out Black voters.

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Fidel Castro, Longtime Cuban Leader, Dead At Age 90
The former revolutionary's death was reported overnight.
By Karla Zabludovsky

Fidel Castro, the harbinger of the 20th century Latin American communist wave and leader of the Cuban revolution, died overnight Friday, the Associated Press reported. He was 90.

Castro, who stepped down from power in 2008 permanently after nearly five decades as prime minister and president of the island, had made few public appearances in recent months.

Castro’s sightings were increasingly bookended by rumors of his death, which often set social media abuzz for hours. One of his last appearances was in April, meeting a group of Venezuelan visitors to Cuba, shortly before his brother, Raul, sat down with US President Obama to discuss the thawing of relations between the two countries, the first meeting of its kind since 1956.

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‘Jackie Robinson, the first Black baseball player in the major leagues, was born in Cairo, GA, on this date January 31, 1919. Robinson joined the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1947, ending five decades of segregated baseball. At the time of his retirement in October 1972, Robinson is believed to have been the most respected of all baseball players.’

(photo: Jackie Robinson)

- CARTER Magazine

Emily’s growth is so amazing. She’s beautiful, and vulnerable, and brave. She’s her own person for the first time in five decades. She’s not “Richard’s wife”, she’s not “Lorelai’s mom”, or even “Rory’s grandmother”. She’s Emily Fucking Gilmore. After 50 years, she finally has her own home, a job, and has had the same maid for a year. She’s finding herself and finding her happiness. I think Richard would be proud of his girl. 

In the five decades since graphic footage of the JFK assassination splattered its way onto our television screens, said footage has been played, enhanced, replayed, zoomed in upon, and declared “FAKE!” by everyone from Oliver Stone to your dumbass college roommate. As such, you probably think there’s no gruesome detail of that fateful day with which you’re unfamiliar, and to that we emphatically say, “No, you are wrong. Unless you have heard of it, in which case you are some kind of macabre history buff, and are still wrong, albeit in a more general sense.”

The most distressing detail of the footage – other than the exploding skull – is the outward anguish of Jackie Kennedy, who in just seconds transforms from a poised First Lady into a blood-drenched widow. What you probably haven’t heard was her insistence on staying that way.

Hours after the assassination, Jackie arrived on Air Force One for the emergency swearing-in of her husband’s vice president Lyndon Baines Johnson – still wearing her watermelon-pink suit from the motorcade, filthy with her husband’s blood and brain matter. She had repeatedly shot down her aides’ pleas to change with, “No, I’m going to leave these clothes on. I want them to see what they have done.”

6 Dark Details History Usually Leaves Out (For Good Reason)

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NASA displays Apollo 1 hatch to honor crew on 50th anniversary.

For over five decades, NASA kept the Apollo 1 spacecraft in storage at their Langley Research center in Hampton, Virginia. Memories of the fatal fire that claimed astronauts Gus Grissom, Ed White, and Roger Chaffee on January 27, 1967 were painful for the NASA family, and the capsule remained out of public view.

However, to honor the crew of Apollo 1 on the fire’s 50th anniversary, NASA has put the spacecraft’s three hatches on display at the Apollo/Saturn V center at Kennedy Space Center.

The Block 1 Apollo spacecraft, or the Earth-orbital version of the lunar spacecraft, had three hatches when it was on the launch pad. The Boost Protective Cover covered the spacecraft while on the pad and in the early stages of flight, and was mounted to the Launch Escape System.

The outer hatch formed part of the capsule’s exterior; both of these hatches opened outward and were secured by latches. The main hatch, which was the innermost of the three, opened inwards and was held in place by air pressure and latches. Capsule designers thought that in the event of a pressure leak in the capsule, the hatch would seal itself shut.

It was this inward-opening design that made escaping the fire nearly impossible on January 27. Once the fire started, air pressure in the capsule went up, further holding the hatch in place and trapping the astronauts inside.

The Apollo 1 spacecraft immediately following the deadly fire on January 27, 1967. The white Boost Protective Cover can be seen to the left and above the charred grey portion of the spacecraft’s exterior hull. The BPC would be jettisoned with the Launch Escape System a few minutes into the flight. Three hatches were used in the Block 1 spacecraft, two for the Apollo spacecraft itself and one in the BPC.

Although the hatches are the emotional centerpiece of the new exhibit, tributes to the astronauts also include some of their personal items and video displays. Kennedy Center director Bob Cabana stated that  “We have gone too far without a memorial for Gus, Ed and Roger here.”  The center worked with the surviving family members of the crew to create the exhibit, which is the first time any portion of the capsule has gone on display.

Preservationists involved with the creation of the exhibit stated that the capsule’s three hatches are shown exactly as they were when taken out of the storage crate at Langley. Infamous char markings can still be seen on the exterior of the Boost Protective Cover hatch and outward hatch.

Following the fire, NASA and the capsule’s prime contractor, North American Aviation, spent 18 months redesigning the capsule for future crews. The hatch was also redesigned, consisting of a single, outward opening hatch on the spacecraft and the Boost Protective Cover. The upgraded Block 2 hatch is seen next to Apollo 1′s.

The other hull of the Apollo 1 spacecraft is seen during investigation into the fire, mid-1967. The outer hull had one of three hatches now on display at the Kennedy Space Center visitor complex.

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Anthropofagia — cultural cannibalism — is a concept based on an essay published by the poet and father of Brazilian modernism, Oswald de Andrade. A passage from that “Manifesto Antropofagico” reads:

“Only cannibalism unites us. Socially. Economically. Philosophically. The unique law of the world. The masked expression of all individualism and collective movement.”

Brazilian “percussionista” Cyro Baptista has applied this philosophy to create ingenious music for more than five decades.

“Everything that comes from outside,” he says. “We eat and we digest and regurgitate and eat again and again and again. That’s what happened in Brazil, and now that’s what happened with all of us, no? Like we all eating each other. We have Facebook, the tweet — all of that is a food plate.”

Musical Cannibalism With Cyro Baptista

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Since February is Black history month, I’ve decided to do my part and share some tidbits from Black history every day. I’m hoping to bring to light some lesser-known figures in black history along with some of the more common ones.

Today’s figure: Jackie Robinson

‘Jackie Robinson, the first Black baseball player in the major leagues, was born in Cairo, GA, on January 31, 1919. Robinson joined the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1947, ending five decades of segregated baseball. At the time of his retirement in October 1972, Robinson is believed to have been the most respected of all baseball players.’
(photo: Jackie Robinson)
- CARTER Magazine

Please Don’t Leave Me

Because I needed a little more domestic Nessiann fluff with a hint of angst.

Summary: Cassian goes away on what’s supposed to be a simple training mission, leaving behind his pregnant mate behind.

Rating: K for Kavity

Word Count: 4,668

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It’s supposed to be a training exercise.

A simple training exercise; one he’s done a thousand times before they met, and hundreds more in the five decades they’ve been mated and married. Take the newest group of cocksure and arrogant novices who think they’re ready for the Blood Rite out into the wilderness. Hound them for a few days when they can’t use their magic, or their wings, and show them how woefully ill equipped they actually are.

They are only supposed to be gone a week. A week, two tops if the weather holds, or one of the Illyrian novices was feeling particularly stubborn. Because heaven forbid the little baby General Commander of the Night Court’s armies sleep out in the cold for longer than necessary.

And he promised, promised, he’d be in touch, through their bond, or Cauldron boil him if it came down to the worst case scenario Rhys’.

No more than two weeks so that he would be back in time to visit Elain in the Spring Court. Their last trip before the baby’s born. Before his stupid Fae male instincts kick in and she spends the last month of pregnancy locked in their townhouse to keep him from making a total ass of himself trying to protect her and their unborn child.

So Nesta doesn’t bat an eye, isn’t worried when they leave. She has plans with Feyre to go shopping down across the Sidra that day, so she doesn’t even see them off at the Illyrian war camp. Just a kiss on the cheek in the foyer of their home, one that turns into a long lingering kiss that Azriel has to interrupt with an awkward clearing of his throat. The depth of Cassian’s smirk rivals that of Nesta’s flush, and she has to grab his arm to keep him from giving his brother in arms a snarky reply. He gives her kiss to the forehead, and one to the swell of her stomach. Then with a cheeky grin and a flippant comment staring at his ass as he leaves, spreads his wings and takes off into the skies of Velaris. She makes a crude gesture at his retreating form, and from the trickle of mirth she feels down the bond he knows she’s making it.

And Nesta doesn’t worry. She honestly doesn’t.

But then one week turns into two. Two weeks and she finds herself pounding on the front of Rhys and Feyre’s townhouse in the middle of the night, like a crazy woman.

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Accra exhibition to celebrate work of Paa Joe, the master craftsman behind some of the most extravagant caskets in the world

His work has been bought by US presidents and appears in museum collections all over the world – and yet most of Paa Joe’s creations are buried six feet underground.

Joe, who turned 69 this week, is Ghana’s most prolific coffin artist and, after five decades in the funeral industry producing some of the world’s most extravagant designs, his work is being celebrated in a major exhibition in Accra.

Joe’s work – which includes coffins in the shape of Porsches, naked women, Nike trainers, cameras, Coca-Cola bottles and chilli peppers – is designed to represent the life of the deceased, with each item handcrafted and painted for the funeral procession, which can last up to three days and three nights.

Working with curator Nana Oforiatta-Ayim, Joe and his son Jacob have developed an exhibition that explores the traditions behind the fantasy coffins and their particular popularity within the Ga community in Ghana, where this unique custom began.

When Ruth Gruber boarded the ship “Runnymede Park,” the passengers cried out, “Take pictures! Show our floating Auschwitz to the world!” Gruber was the only journalist to bring a camera on board. Her groundbreaking work as a photojournalist spanned more than five decades on four continents.
📷 The prisoners were squeezed together in the dark hold of the ship. There were no beds, no chairs, and no privacy. Refugees suffered from water deprivation, unbearable crowding, and abominable sanitary conditions. Each prisoner was allowed on the upper deck once a day to use the outhouse, with only six holes, Runnymede Park, Port de Bouc, France, August 22, 1947. ©Estate of Ruth Gruber, courtesy ICP.

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…”I tried to invent a design system for each one of the alien cultures,” [Robert] Fletcher explains. “I tried to make the Vulcans as far from Klingons as I could in the choice of fabrics and silhouette. They are very non-militaristic and have clothing closer to priestly robes.

“…One of the worst things about hiring two hundred movie extras is their hair. Trying to make them look unearthly, you must cover their heads. If you just wrap a cloth around them, they’re going to look [Middle Eastern]. If you go into very elaborate hats that have trim and a lot of doodads on them, you go into vast expense.”
Fletcher compromised, using simple headpieces, a lot of monk-type hoods, and some long straight wigs that conveniently covered ears.

Star Trek Costumes: Five Decades of Fashion from the Final Frontier, Paula M. Block and Terry J. Erdmann

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A trailblazing musician who started out as a poet and novelist, Cohen established himself as one of the world’s most influential singer-songwriters, exploring themes of romantic longing and spiritual anguish over the course of a nearly five-decade career. His unmistakable baritone took on haunting new dimensions when brought to the big screen, most notably in Robert Altman’s melancholy 1971 western McCabe & Mrs. Miller, which uses three songs from the singer’s 1967 debut album, Songs of Leonard Cohen.

Remembering Leonard Cohen

Night Falls: Chapter 14

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,951

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A/N: Starting the chapter [the longest chapter yet] off with something a little different. 

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Clean nails tap against the polished mahogany desk as the heavy doors across the room push open.

A man in his early thirties scurries in, dressed as if he works in a corporate headquarters.

“Status update?” The man at the desk asks, ostensibly bored, his accent not lost despite the almost five decades since he made his international move.

“They have Zazel in custody and have officially charged him with Hein’s murder. That, and attempted murder of a witness and witness intimidation.” The shake in the young man’s voice had disappeared ago as he had slowly climbed the ranks of his organization, but with today’s news, it was like it was his first day all over again. 

Don’t shoot the messenger didn’t really apply to his boss—a reason he had so quickly moved up the ranks over the years.

The man with black hair far too dark for his age purses his lips at the information. 

“And I am to assume Zazel will not be taking any plea bargains.” The man phrases it as a question, though he already knows the answer.

“Yes, sir.”

The man takes a deep breath as he leans back in his plush chair.

The heavy-set pit bull that lays in front of a steady-flamed fireplace looks up from its bed as his master’s chair squeaks under his weight.

“And the witness?”

The young man takes quick steps and places a folder gently on the immense desk.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. Age Twenty-Seven. We know she’s under protective custody of the FBI, specifically with Special Agent Dean Winchester.”

Brown eyes shoot up to his lackey.

“Of course Winchester is involved,” he sighs, his hands coming to rest on his temple. “The boy has been a thorn in my side since the day we killed his mother.” The man slowly opens the file and begins flipping through the information.

“Zazel should have just killed him right then and there,” he hisses to himself, stopping on a picture of you being loaded into a standard FBI SUV, the date stamp from earlier this afternoon.

“And why is she not dead?” He rubs his temple with a sigh.

The young man swallows hard and fidgets with no answer, his lips giving as his boss’ eyes find his.

“Some girl,” he spits, slapping the picture, his voice rising. “Is running around with the man whose sole purpose in life is to bring me down.” He hollers as he stands up, his fingers resting on the desk.

“Can someone explain this to me?” His Scotish voice roars. His pet’s ears perk up as he watches his enraged master.

The young man remains frozen in his spot and his boss grunts at his lackey’s cowardliness.

The man takes a deep breath, recomposing himself before kneeling down to his pup, giving its ears a shake.

“You know what they say love.” The dog groans at her master. “If you want something done right, blah, blah, blah.” The dog just stares up with no understanding, but with dedicated attention, aware of the power its master possessed. 

“Looks like I’ll be paying Miss Y/L/N a visit myself.”


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As [Nichelle] Nichols herself said in 1987, “The quality of Uhura’s character was such that you could admire her on the one hand as a woman of strength, courage, and compassion, and yet she was a female female. I mean, she had legs, and boobs, and high cheekbones, and a little waistline, and different hairdos. I don’t think she’s diminished by a short skirt, boots, and jade earrings.”

Star Trek Costumes: Five Decades of Fashion from the Final Frontier, Paula M. Block and Terry J. Erdmann

Bob Cranshaw RIP

In a more than five-decade career that began in the late 1950s - when he started a 50-plus-year stint performing and recording more than 2 dozen albums with saxophone player / bandleader Sonny Rollins - Cranshaw’s signature light touch on the upright and electric bass could be heard on a galaxy of recordings from some of the jazz and pop world’s brightest stars, including: George Benson, Coleman Hawkins, Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee, Wayne Shorter, McCoy Tyner, Frank Sinatra, Paul Simon, Rod Stewart, Judy Collins and Buddy Rich.