anonymous asked:

you realise st george was a turkish muslim right?

I actually didn’t realise that! Namely because none of it is true/accurate.

Islam hadn’t been thought up by that oh-so-loveable slave-owning paedophile yet (St. George lived from AD 280-303, Muhammad lived AD 570-632), so it would be quite an impressive feat for our George to time travel, convert to Islam and pop back in time to become a Christian martyr, now, wouldn’t it?

Let’s move on to your less blindingly ignorant but equally incorrect statements. Firstly, like the majority of early Christian saints, the truth of who George really was has been retold in stories and myths so many times and spun for myriad reasons over the intervening centuries that the stories we have inherited can be easily twisted to fit ones own world-view when not exclusively looking at the facts.

However, when we look at the facts we do have, your assertions begin to fall apart. Firstly, he was not ‘Turkish’, in George’s time the ethnic Turkic peoples were based to the east of Central Asia, in what is today a part of China. Now modern-day Turkey is situated in a region that was known in George’s time as Anatolia, whose population was neither Turkic or Arab and which wouldn’t become Islamic for a long time.

Furthermore, George’s parents were devout Christians, of Greek ancestry, his father Gerontius (Greek name, meaning “old man”) was a Roman army official from Cappadocia, and his mother Polychronia (Greek name, meaning she who lives many years) was a Christian and a Greek native.

To recap: He was not Muslim, not Turkish, not Arab.

I don’t really know why every year I get the same idiots spewing these seemingly deliberate misconceptions at me, does your white guilt run so deep that you can’t bear to think that our Patron Saint wasn’t secretly some anachronistic Arab Muslim?

Happy St. George’s day to everyone other than that anon.

“To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.” 

- President Theodore Roosevelt

 “The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.“ 

- George Orwell

“Patriotism is supporting your country all the time and the government when it deserves it." 

- Mark Twain

Dear people who are blaming Islam for this attack

We know very little of this incident.  We won’t know until later.  It isn’t necessarily terrorism, and if it is then it is not necessarily of the religious variety.

And even when we do know, we shouldn’t lash out.  We shouldn’t commit to pathetic retaliatory attacks that only incite more recruitment.

And we shouldn’t close our boarders, we shouldn’t tar everyone with one brush.  There will always be murders and extremists, but guess what?  A society where a plurality of viewpoints can be discussed from a early age is a society with far less hate.  Shouldn’t we endeavor to create a society like that, not descend into tribalism?

Islam is nothing like the atrocities we’ve seen in recent years - just like Christianity is nothing like the atrocities of the crusades.  

So please, please don’t jump into racist patriotism about this.  Please be at least somewhat calm and measured.

We Americans claim to be a peace-loving people. We hate bloodshed; we are opposed to violence. Yet we go into spasms of joy over the possibility of projecting dynamite bombs from flying machines upon helpless citizens. We are ready to hang, electrocute, or lynch anyone, who, from economic necessity, will risk his own life in the attempt upon that of some industrial magnate. Yet our hearts swell with pride at the thought that America is becoming the most powerful nation on earth, and that it will eventually plant her iron foot on the necks of all other nations. Such is the logic of patriotism.
—  Emma Goldman, “Patriotism, a Menace to Liberty” (1911)
‘How does one hate a country, or love one? […] I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?
—  Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness.

I live in the same town my grandparents grew up in (oddly enough since I grew up 100 miles from here).

I was thrift shopping today and I found my Grandpa’s senior high school yearbook from 1939.

There’s a half page dedication written by the yearbook staff. The last paragraph surprised me and took my breath away. It’s patriotic and strong and so applicable to today. I found it moving that a group of 17 & 18 year old seniors could write something that resonates 78 years later.

I thought I’d share it with you.