July 5, 2016: Sterling was fatally shot

While selling CDs in front of a Triple S Food Mart in Baton Rouge, Sterling was fatally shot by police. Numerous onlookers managed to capture the entire scene on video, some of which were picked up by both local and national news sources.

July 6, 2016: Officials released the names of the officers

Baton Rouge police officials released the names of officers Blane Salamoni and Howie Lake, who held down and shot Sterling. During this press briefing, the Department of Justice announced it would investigate the shooting.

July 7, 2016: Protests erupted across the nation; celebrities and more reacted

After the video of Sterling’s death went viral, protests erupted across the country and several black celebrities and influencers weighed in on the epidemic of police brutality. Drake wrote an open letter, comedian Larry Wilmore covered it in a segment on The Nightly Show, and Issa Rae started a GoFundMe for Sterling’s children, raising over $200,000 in nine hours.

July 10-11, 2016: Protests gained nationwide attention

This photo made by Jonathan Bachman of Reuters from the protests in Baton Rouge is incredible.

In the week following Sterling’s death, protests across Baton Rouge led to dozens of arrests. The above image of Leshia Evans, a mother to a 5-year-old son, became an iconic image of protest that summer.

July 13, 2016: Sterling’s son, Cameron, spoke out

Cameron Sterling, who was 15 at the time, spoke out during a press conference organized by the family’s attorney. “I feel that everyone, yes, you can protest,” he said. “But I want everyone to protest the right way. Protest in peace — not guns, not drugs, not alcohol, not violence. Everyone needs to protest the right way. With peace, no violence. None whatsoever.”

Aug. 23, 2016: Obama met with the family

Over a month after Sterling’s death, then-President Barack Obama met privately with members of the Sterling family. After seven years in office, this was the first time he met and consoled a black family whose loved one was fatally shot by police.

May 2, 2017: The DOJ decided not to charge the officers

Ten months after the DOJ announced it would investigate Sterling’s death, it decided not to charge either of the officers involved in the shooting. Baton Rouge residents protested the decision outside of the police department headquarters, the Advocate reported.

June 27, 2017: Sterling’s children sued Baton Rouge

Sterling’s children are suing the city of Baton Rouge, the police department and the officer who fired the shot. The wrongful death lawsuit alleges that the fatal shooting was indicative of racist conduct and excessive force by Baton Rouge police. Read more (7/5/17)

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Women’s rights, Standing Rock protests planned in major US cities this weekend

New York City

Rally for a #FairWorkWeek and Fast Food Worker Empowerment
Friday, March 3, 2017, 9 a.m. to 10 a.m. Eastern, City Hall

“Everyone needs to plan their time to balance work, family and education. But last minute scheduling practices endemic in the fast food industry prevent fast food workers from planning theirs. It’s time for a #FairWorkWeek NOW! They also need the ability to form their own nonprofit organization to fight for their rights and improve their communities.”

People’s March for Education Justice
Saturday, March 4, 2017, 9:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. Eastern, Trump International Hotel

“As we continue to defend public education from federal attacks by Donald Trump and Betsy DeVos, we march to defend [education] here in New York from Governor Andrew Cuomo. The public investment he proposes in his education budget this year is woefully inadequate and falls way short of being equitable. … Black, brown, immigrant, refugee, low-income, LGBTQIA, English language learners, homeless students and students with disabilities are worthy of an investment that will meet their needs not deny them opportunities to be successful.”

NY March 4 Trump Rally
Saturday, March 4, 2017, 12 p.m. to 3 p.m., Trump Tower, 725 5th Avenue

“This is a Pro America rally in support of our President and to show our American pride. Wear your USA and Trump gear. Bring your American flags, signs and pride. This will be a peaceful rally. See you there!”

Real New Yorkers Don’t - “March 4 Trump”
Saturday, March 4, 2017, 11:30 a.m. to 3 p.m. Eastern, 53rd Street and 5th Avenue

“Donald Trump was scheduled to return to NYC for the first time since the inauguration; but of course he chickened out, knowing that we prefer New York City WITHOUT HIM! We are certain that his absence will not stop the trumpalumpas from continuing with their March 4 Trump rally in support of him this Saturday, so we still want to make a strong showing in a counter protest at Trump Tower.”

March 4th for Standing Rock
Saturday, March 4, 2017, 1 p.m. to 4 p.m. Eastern, New York Public Library, 42nd Street and 5th Avenue

“Six days before the national Rise with Standing Rock mobilization in Washington, D.C., march on Trump Tower (on 5th avenue) to protest the Dakota Access pipeline and its threat to the Standing Rock Sioux, their sacred lands and clean water.”

Print Organize Protest
Sunday, March 5, 2017, Shoestring Press, 663 Classon Avenue, Brooklyn

“Print Organize Protest is a nationwide campaign where print shops work with local artists to open their doors and invite the community in to print clothing and signs of resistance. We are a network of artists and printers committed to creating social change through art in our communities.”

Washington, D.C.

Event to Protest Trump at Russian Embassy
Saturday, March 4, 2017, 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. Eastern, Embassy of Russia, 2650 Wisconsin Ave NW

“Please come to our peaceful, issue-focused protest of Trump-Russia covert collaboration. We’ll protest outside the Russian Embassy in Washington, D.C. — a location sure to generate press coverage.”


Print Organize Protest
Sunday, March 5, 2017, 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. Central, Chicago Printmakers Collaborative, 4912 N. Western Avenue

“Print Organize Protest is a nationwide campaign where print shops work with local artists to open their doors and invite the community in to print clothing and signs of resistance. We are a network of artists and printers committed to creating social change through art in our communities.”

Los Angeles 

International Women’s Day March 2017
Sunday, March 5, 2017, 12 p.m. to 3 p.m. Pacific, Los Angeles Police Department headquarters, 100 W. 1st Street

“This march is convened and led by transnational/women of color, but all people are welcome to join!”

San Francisco

Print Organize Protest
Sunday, March 5, 2017, 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. Pacific, the Women’s Building, 3543 18th Street, #8

“Print Organize Protest is a nationwide campaign where print shops work with local artists to open their doors and invite the community in to print clothing and signs of resistance. We are a network of artists and printers committed to creating social change through art in our communities.”

Read more (3/3/17 9 AM)

The Joker x Reader - “Gotham’s Villains Awards”

Once a year, all Gotham’s elite underworld gets together to recognize the best of the worst among them. After working so hard to create mayhem and chaos,it sure is nice to enjoy an event created just for that.

Harvey Dent is hosting tonight’s event. It is a chance for Gotham’s underworld elite to come together and celebrate the mayhem and chaos they create every year. You and The Joker are sitting at a table close to the stage, sharing the space with The Penguin and his girlfriend, Anita and Harvey’s wife, Sophia. Since he is on the stage, can’t really join you for the evening and that’s fine with J. He keeps on talking to Oswald and you chitchat with the girls.

“Are you going to try for another baby?” Anita asks because you hang out quite a bit so she knows the story.

“Yes, we are actually trying again, I really want a girl,” you sigh, thinking about all the pink, cute stuff you can buy for a little Princess and you can’t since you have 5 boys.

“And…how are things going?” Sophia elbows you, snickering.

“Great, can’t complain; J is such a stud, he could get a rock pregnant!” you praise your partner in crime.

Plop! An olive bounces off your cleavage and falls on your plate. The Joker was eavesdropping (like he always does) so he had to get your attention.

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrr,” he purrs from across the table, winking and goes back to his conversation.

You smile, blushing a bit and scratch your arm, flattered.

“I love my kids, don’t get me wrong,” you address the women, “but a girl in the ocean of testosterone would be nice.” They laugh, amused and you have to say it: “I think it might be something wrong with J’s genes - he can only make boys.”

Plop! Another olive bounces off you.

“There’s nothing wrong with my genes, Pumpkin,” he growls, annoyed. He wants to continue with a rant but the first award of the night is coming up. They never show the nominees, they just present the winner to avoid further confrontations between all the crazy people in there. If you don’t really know who you were up against, then things won’t get out of hand. Hopefully.

Harvey Dent clears up his throat and announces:

“The first award of the night is Best Car Chase of The Year. And the winner is… Mister J for the third year in a row!”

“Ha! I won again!” J gets up, leans over the table to kiss you and you are so excited for him. Pictures taken from the surveillance cameras all over Gotham show the Purple Lamborghini followed by the Bat mobile on June 15th, when you and J robbed 7 banks in one night. J goes on the stage and Harvey hands over his recognition.

“Thank you!” his deep voice resonates in the huge room and the speakers tremble from the husky tone that makes you shiver with adoration. You are about to lose your shit; he looks so dashing in that silver suit. ”All I wanted to say is: Batsy’s a jerk!!” The whole place goes insane! Everyone is clapping, whistling and get on their feet, chanting his name. He smirks, victorious, enjoying being the center of attention and points towards you: “My wife was with me that night so half of this is hers.” You almost faint with exhilaration and blow him a kiss while he feels the need to clear up something:

“And for the record, there’s nothing wrong with my genes!” Not a single soul was phased by the random sentence because they are all a bunch of mad weirdoes. Nothing fazes them since they are used to awkwardness; they actually clap more.

Your husband returns to his sit not before kissing you again, then bites your neck fast and really hard.

“Auch!! That hurts,” you complain, pouting, covering the red mark.

“Good,” he whispers in your ear. “That got you pregnant, Doll. Since I can get rocks pregnant, maybe this worked also,” he sniffles your hair, aroused, then fights with himself to get away and returns by Oswald’s side.

“Our next award recognizes the good work of our trusted sidekicks,” Two Face underlines. “The award for Henchman of The Year goes to… Jonny Frost! He couldn’t be here tonight due to his need to recovery from the 3 bullet wounds he sustained on a mission in…in…” Dent goes through his papers, not finding the information.

“New York!” J shouts, rolling his eyes.

“New York, man!” The Joker yells louder.

“Oh, New York,” Harvey finally understands. “Anyway, we wish him speedy recovery so he can go out there and create more trouble. It is fair to assume Mister and Misses J will take the award to him.”

“No, I don’t want to!” J sulks, irritated.

“Of course we will,” you wave at Harvey with a smile, nodding a yes.

Oswald distracts The Joker with some questions and Sophie inquires about a detail she always wanted to know.

“Say, Y/N, how did you and Mister J met?”

“Ahhh…” you take a deep breath, touching your burning cheeks from the precious memory, “…he stole my heart.”

“Oh my God, how romantic!” both women squeal with puppy eyes.

“No, he literally stole my heart. I was delivering one I found on the black market for a transplant a senator’s father needed, can’t remember the name but he had the money,” you quickly add, “ …and J stole it from me; he thought I had diamonds in there. Isn’t that sweet?” you giggle and they follow. “I have no idea how he got my number, but after an hour he called, pissed about what he found when he opened the box. I had to give him half the money promised to me in order for him to return that heart for delivery. J is a very good negotiator; the whole time he talked to me on the phone he made these sounds that got me all worked up. He’s such a flirt; I had to take a cold shower after the phone conversation.”

Plop! The olive bounces off your shoulder and you take it from the table and eat it, licking your lips in the process. The Joker flashes this huge silver smile and everything fades: you so want to jump over this table and rip his clothes off but can’t.

“The next award of the evening is Best Dressed Male Villain of The Year. And the winner is…The Riddler!”

“Booooo!” J protests, unhappy he didn’t win that one. But, come on, the Riddler looks cute because they let him wear his trademark outfit in prison. Nobody else was that lucky. “The Riddler can’t be here tonight, he’s still incarcerated at Arkham,” Harvey informs.

All the ladies in the room go awwwww.

“Ha!Ha!Ha!” your husband cracks up, thrilled about The Riddler’s misfortune.

“Wasn’t someone designated to get him out of there?” Dent asks the crowd and they look at each other, confused. The Joker coughs, sipping on his brandy. He was appointed for that task but didn’t give a shit. “Anyway, we’ll keep it for him until he’s back,” the ex-senator concludes, continuing with his task. “Next, one of the lovely ladies will be up here to join me. The award for Best Dressed Female Villain of The Year goes to…Poison Ivy!”

“Booooo!” you get upset because you didn’t win but your objection disappears under the ruckus her presence on stage creates among the attendance. “What the hell?! She just has a bunch of leaves hanging down her butt, what’s the big deal?!” J sees you are cranky so he gestures for you to go to him. You sit in his lap for a little bit; it always makes you feel better no matter what.

“You’re the best dressed for me, Kitten,” he winks, caressing your thigh. “Though I like you undressed mucchhhh better,” J corrects his sentence, breathing on your neck and you sure need another cold shower right now.

Harvey is announcing Best Explosion of The Year that goes to Mister Freeze for the simultaneous blasting of police headquarters in 6 precincts on May 14th but you don’t pay too much attention since J is the center of your universe for the moment. You seductively pull on his shirt’s collar, so attracted to him you would love to flee the event just to get it out of your system.

“Congratulations!”  The Penguin pats your back and you both get out of trance.


“You won Best Villain Couple of The Year, get up there!” everyone urges you and the deafening applauses echo in your ears. You hold hands with The Joker and go collect your award.

“You’re so sexy Mister J!” somebody has the nerve to scream from the crowd.

“Thank you honey, ” your husband scoffs, fixing his perfect green locks.
“Who said that?!” you snap, scanning the women and they don’t give out the guilty party.“I’m gonna  blow your brains out!” the threat follows and all the psychos are aware you mean it.

There are some roars and whistles coming from men as your possessiveness takes over, then:

“You look so hot when you’re angry, Y/N!”

Your face turns from frowny to ecstatic in just one second:

“Thank you, darling!”

“Who the fuck said that? “ J takes over the microphone, his blood boiling with jealousy. “This is my woman; I’m gonna stab you 50 times and enjoy it!!!” Nobody gives away the offender and Harvey manages to calm down the commotion to some people’s disappointment: they would like to see some shit going down tonight.

For the rest of the evening you fret, keeping a close eye on J and he does the same with you. Nobody takes away what’s yours! He believes the same but doesn’t share, of course.

You really started relaxing a bit after dying of laughter: when Bane was climbing the steps towards the platform to accept Best Heist of The Year award, he tripped on the red carpet and fell on his face. Jeez, did he have a tantrum or what?! Almost as good as The Joker, but nobody beats him. Pretty close and nice try.

Two more hours pass by and it’s finally time for the last award of the evening: Nemesis of The Year.

Dent flips his coin once, opens the envelope and puffs:

“And the award for the fourth year in a row goes to The Batman!”

“The asshole won!” J claps his hands, chuckling like a maniac. People are booing, discontent to hear the name but it’s the tradition to recognize the best from the opposite side, so… nothing that can be done about it.

“I’ll take it!” your husband offers without hesitation and he is handed the award: a gold statue of Gotham’s vigilante, about the size of an Oscar.


You creep inside the penthouse just to notice everyone passed out from exhaustion: your five sons are cuddled around the 3 henchmen appointed to babysit tonight, scattered on the couches all over the living room. It really looks like a battlefield: probably they played villains and cops again. Yep, there it is: your oldest son (he’s 12) is wearing a Batsy outfit. Your youngest (he’s 2 and a half) is wearing a policeman outfit. You can’t see the others because it’s too dark.

“Ssstttt,” the Joker covers your mouth when you attempt to go and wake them up, this way they can sleep in their beds. “Let them be, we gotta celebrate. I wanna have sex!” he drags you after him and you kind of regret not kissing your kids good night and kind of don’t. You sneak inside one of the bedrooms upstairs, the furthest on the hallway for more privacy, which a lot of times is hard to obtain  with 5 offsprings.

“Kittyyyy, “ J purrs, running his hands down your back, “Come to Daddy.”

“Mmmm…” you enjoy his touch, unbuttoning his shirt. “You teased me all night long, it’s outrageous!”

“Bad girl!” he slams you against the wall when your hand stops on his crotch.

“Dammit!” you mutter, exasperated.

“Wha’ ? What is it? I’m ready to go, what’s the problem?! Nobody is faster than me! Are you trying to say I’m not fast enough?!” his ego kicks in and you don’t even know where he gets all these ideas from.

“It’s not that and you know it, my blue eyed pretzel,” you pull him in your arms, disappointed you didn’t remember sooner.

“Then what is it?” he pushes himself into you so hard you can’t breathe.

“Ummm… we forgot to deliver the award…” you yawn, slowly blinking.

“Crap!”  J gasps, stomping his foot. “I was too horny on the way home to think straight!”

“Me too…” you are fast to whine. “But the sooner we go, the sooner we can come back and full around…”

“Uhhhhh, “ he groans, releasing you and walking funny towards the door. “Be quiet and let’s hurry up, Princess!”

Bruce Wayne is driving around Gotham’s streets in his Bat Mobile, making sure they are safe. Suddenly, a huge Batsy signal illuminates the night sky.

What does Gordon want now?! he sighs, tired and not in the mood.

Once he gets to the top of the building, there’s nobody there. The scanner discloses nothing either. But there is something under the reflector. He approaches and bends over to grab the gold statue representing him. A small handwritten note under it. He unfolds it and reads: “There’s nothing wrong with my genes!”

What the hell is this? he asks himself, puzzled. Bruce has an idea about who left that there.

The Batman looks closer to see the inscription on the award: Nemesis of the Year.

“Hm,” he huffs, “I won again.”




Restored copies from the Iraqi Jewish archives, recovered from Saddam Hussein’s police headquarter basement after facing extensive water damage.

  1. A 1793 copy of the Babylonian Talmud.
  2. A 1970 school certificate of Olivia Joseph Jacob Basrawi, a graduate of the sixth grade at Frank Iny Jewish school in Baghdad.
  3. A 1930 Hebrew-French bilingual Haggadah. The Hebrew on the top reads “eating matzah,” while the French on the bottom reads “the seder table.”

Antifa with sledgehammers and axes smash the headquarters of neonazi Golden Dawn party in Athens, Greece
At about 9:30 Friday morning on March 30, 2017 approximately 30 anarchists - antifascists armed with sledgehammers, axes and red & black paint attacked the headquarters of Golden Dawn neo-fascist party in Athens, Greece, despite it’s close proximity to the greek Pentagon, the headquarters of the riot police, the headquarters of Athens police, the Ministry of Public Order and the police academy, ie. in one of the most heavily guarded areas in  the city, proving the that even the most impossible target is made possible if you have the will.

“Ici on noie les Algériens” - “Here we drown Algerians

-Graffiti on the Saint-Michel Bridge, after the massacre

The Paris Massacre of 1961

In 1961, France found itself embroiled in a fierce counter-revolutionary war against its colony of Algeria. The war started in 1954, and as it dragged on, anti-Algerian laws and attitudes seeped into mainland France. In retaliation of the brutal suppression of the Algerian independence fighters, several police buildings were bombed in Paris. French police began to ruthlessly target Parisians with Algerian backgrounds; other minorities, like Moroccans, Tunisians, Spaniards, and Italians, were sometimes targeted out of ignorance. Those stopped by police were met with harsh interrogation and outright violence - a disturbingly common method used by French police was to beat, handcuff, then throw a suspect into the Seine, effectively executing them through drowning. Established law followed this trend, and by 1961, it was illegal to merely protest against the Algerian War.

On October 5th, a general curfew of 8:30 PM was enforced against all “Algerian Muslim workers,” “French Muslims” and “French Muslims of Algeria.” Pro-Algerian movements urged Parisians to protest this curfew on the night of the 17th. French police responded by mobilizing some 8,000 + police officers and riot suppression specialists and blocking access to the capital by severing all routes of ingress and egress. Out of the 150,000 Parisians who had Algerian backgrounds, about 40,000 assembled to protest on the night of the 16th. French police cracked down, arresting some 11,000 of the protestors.

However, some 4,000 protestors avoided arrests and were able to peacefully protest on the Grand Boulevards. Stopped by police at the Opéra de Paris, the protestors turned around and reversed their route.

The massacre began shortly after. Near the Rex Cinema, police open fired on the crowd with live ammunition, then charged. A similar scene unfolded on the Neuilly-sur-Seine, with protestors being shot and beaten without cause. French police began to throw dead or unconscious protestors into the Seine, sometimes within sight of the Notre-Dame.

Other protestors were arrested and brought to different locations, like the Palais des Sports, Stade Pierre de Coubertin, or various police headquarters. For almost a week, the prisoners were beaten and tortured, or outright executed. French police who carried out the acts were noted to have stripped all identification off of their uniforms. Bodies and half-alive prisoners were dumped into the Seine at night.

For weeks, bodies washed up on the banks of the Seine. The entire massacre was deliberate and planned, penned and ordered by the head of the Parisian Police, Maurice Papon. Papon would receive the Legion of Honour from Charles du Gaulle later that year.

France never officially recognized the existence of the massacre until nearly four decades later, in 1998. However, official statements only mentioned 40 dead, when other estimates place the toll at closer to 200.

In 1998, Maurice Papon was first convicted of crimes against humanity due to his aiding in the deportation of French-Jewish citizens during the Vichy Regime. In 1999, he was also found guilty of perpetuating the 1961 massacre. He lost all rank and decorations, including his Legion of Honour, but was released in 2002 on the grounds of ill-health.

graffiti thoughts

so, there’s a lot of shit going around about banksy right now.

i’m just going to say here that i’m not a graffiti artist. i very much enjoy graffiti but i don’t make graffiti art and these are simply my personal thoughts as an outside perspective.

first of all, i don’t think that tagging and what banksy does are even in the same league. tagging is a specific statement. it takes space, it is a nonviolent way to fight the legality and oppression of the government. it breaks the law in an artistic way where nobody gets hurt. it’s used to claim territory, to immortalize, and to fight against the powers at be. in most cases, its freestyled. it takes hours. the graffiti community is tight knit and exercises a good amount of respect for one another. graffiti is seen by most as a blemish, strange words or names written fantastically on walls that don’t belong to the artist, without permission, and are often covered up by street cleaners because they depreciate business/real estate value.

i do not find banksy as a graffiti artist because he doesn’t do these things. he’s not a radical and he’s not some kind of political revolutionary. he’s not claiming space for the oppressed, he’s just trying to make a buck on a scene he probably thought was cool.

EDIT: this doesn’t mean banksy isnt a street artist. i was simply addressing the misconception that his work is “graffiti”. street artists, like banksy, usually use stencils and make statements about social policies, war, racism, etc. street art is usually more widely accepted as art. however i meant to make it more clear that i disagree with people who specifically think he is a graffiti artist and rereading this post i see i didn’t really have the intended effect due to poor wording.

this would be fine with me, if it wasn’t for the inexcusable tragedy that was the years leading up to King Robbo’s death.

this piece was painted by King Robbo in 1985. It was located under the London Transport Police Headquarters in Camden, London. this place was only accessible by water. when most of Robbo’s other works had been covered up, this one remained. for a while it was the oldest piece in London.

by 2009, the piece had gone the way most tags go, everything is transient and every space is fair game for more people to make their marks. this is the nature of graffiti, and to it King Robbo took no offense.

that year, Banksy painted this. It is a wall painter, removing the piece from the walls. he took the oldest piece of graffiti in london, which was no longer even just King Robbo’s, but an impromptu collaboration between many london graffiti artists, and he disrespected it. if it wasn’t enough that they were getting jailed while banksy was making millions for the same work, he disrespected them. he spit on them. he decided his statement was worth more than the oldest piece of graffiti in london and on top of that, THIS IS A STENCIL. he couldn’t even free-hand it! he decided his LITERAL cookie-cutter street art was more important that Robbo’s only surviving legacy.

EDIT: tumblr user sixtypizzas explained to me that this was supposed to be a wall painter putting up King Robbo’s piece, which is somehow more insulting to me. this is just my opinion and you’re welcome to draw your own conclusions but depicting somebody paste up King Robbo’s most famous work seems to cheapen it.

insulted, King Robbo replied. he was quoted saying  “I was at a place called the Dragon Bar on Old Street. I was introduced to a couple of guys who were like ‘whoa it’s nice to meet you!’. When I was introduced to Banksy, I went 'Oh yeah I’ve heard of you mate, how you doing?’ and he went 'well I’ve never heard of you’…he dismissed me as a nobody, as nothing. So with that I slapped him and went 'oh what you ain’t heard of me? you won’t forget me now will you?’ and with that he picked up his glasses and ran off.” obviously this was an insulting display to King Robbo, who had managed what most graffiti artists can never pull off, he had a timeless piece. he gained some fame, some notoriety. this piece, of all the pieces in london, banksy covered up with a stencil. EVEN SO, Robbo left banksy’s work, whereas banksy deliberately covered his up.

banksy replied. as you can see, very thought provoking. quite profound.

King Robbo corrected the piece.

at this point, an unknown third part covers the wall.

it wasn’t over, as this had become very personal for King Robbo. He painted this work. At this point, many other graffiti artists had already started tagging the streets with “TEAM ROBBO”.  many of banksy’s works were being tagged over, like he did to King Robbo’s, in an effort to send a message. Mainstream media called these “defacement” and “vandalism” of banksy Originals, where the travesty against King Robbo went mostly unnoticed outside london and the graffiti community.

as you can see, Team Robbo exploded, giving many of banksy’s pieces the same respect he gave King Robbo’s long-standing artwork. 

after being blacked out again, banksy painted this piece. the meaning is lost on me, if you know what it means, let me know. it’s strange and confusing.

EDIT: tumblr user inthebellyofaelephant explained the meaning of the piece as thus:  “The meaning about what bansky did with the weird living room mural is he is calling king robbo a fish out of water thus why a fish is jumping out of the bowl. Kinda saying that they are not I’m the same league in a very banksy style.”

this had gone on into 2011, when King Robbo fell into a coma. It was only 5 days before his exhibition, “Team Robbo - The Sellout Tour”. he unfortunately never got to attend his exhibition, and never again woke up. he died in july 2014.

banksy, supposedly making a memorial, made sure he got the last word:

RIP King Robbo.


TNT has released the official trailer for The Alienist, an event series based on Caleb Carr’s 1994 novel of the same name. The preview isn’t particularly exciting, but I have faith in executive producer Cary Fukunaga (True Detective).

Jakob Verbruggen (Black Mirror: Men Against Fire) directs all seven episodes of the psychological thriller drama. Daniel Brühl, Luke Evans, Dakota Fanning, Brian Geraghty, Robert Wisdom, and Douglas Smith star.

The Alienist will premiere on TNT later this year.

The Alienist is set in 1896, when a series of gruesome murders of boy prostitutes has gripped the city. Newly appointed top cop Teddy Roosevelt calls upon Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, a criminal psychologist – aka alienist – and newspaper illustrator John Moore to conduct the investigation in secret. Joining them in the probe is Sara Howard, a headstrong secretary at Police Headquarters.

A Night on the Town

As Infinite Crisis ended, a great little story showed up in late 1985, specifically the 392nd issue of Batman. What we saw was nothing too complicated - just the Bat and Cat on a date - and it was fantastic.

After dealing with some low level thugs, the night begins:

A subtext to the story is Harvey Bullock trying to convince Commissioner Gordon that Catwoman is still a villain. One a thief, always a thief is his view, but Jim is not fully convinced.

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Gentrification - What it is and how we can fight it

[Note from MN: The particulars in the beginning of the following 2005 article about the face and pace of gentrification and displacement in Los Angeles at that time are now a litany of lost causes. However, the struggle continues today.

     So the perspective on gentrification as a process of re-colonization and social engineering carried out under a consciously white supremacist and anti-democratic strategy is even more valid today and bears re-reading and applying to the new and on-going struggles against displacement in Boyle Heights, the Crenshaw district and throughout the LA Basin.

    About a quarter-million Black people have been dispersed from LA or driven into homelessness under these policies. Already the least-affordable city in the country in terms of the relationship between the average household income and the average cost for housing (purchase or rental), Los Angeles is experiencing another wave of intense commercial development, continuing to use new rail lines as anchors for displacement and construction of high-end residential and commercial towers.

    The bid for another Olympics in Los Angeles promises to heighten this trend still further, as well as the security-surveillance state apparatus that protects it by criminalizing poverty, dissent and resistance, particularly in communities of color.–MN]

Gentrification - What it is and how we can fight it!

by Michael Novick, ARA-LA/PART

(From Turning The Tide, Volume 18 #2, May-June 2005)

    In Echo Park, rents are going through the roof, and the collectively-run bookstore 33-1/3 Books is in a struggle to keep its space.

    In Venice, the city has passed new ordinances clamping down on artistic, cultural and political expression along the Boardwalk, replacing the traditional “free speech zone” with a lottery-system that commercializes the area. At the same time, the largest apartment-owner in the U.S., AIMCO, has bought the historic Lincoln  Place apartments in Venice and has ordered mass evictions.

    In South LA, the LA Times has been carrying out a year-long attack on the King-Drew Medical Center, trying to get the County Board of Supervisors to shut down the hospital built in the wake of the 1965 Watts Rebellion. The facility’s trauma care unit, and the affiliated Charles Drew Medical College are under particular attack, despite the unique services they provide the community.

    Meanwhile, in East LA, mayoral candidate Antonio Villaraigosa and county supervisor Gloria Molina are pitching the construction of a “medical research park,” anchored by County-USC Hospital and paid for with California Stem Cell Research initiative money.

    Neighborhood Councils around Chinatown are struggling over the development of the rail yards in their vicinity. Real estate developers seek power over the LA school board, trying to use school construction to leverage commercial and residential property developments. In Little Tokyo, residents are fighting the construction of a new jail and police headquarters.

    In South Central, the local farmers on a plot of land on 41st and Alameda have won a court injunction against a city effort to turn their land over to private developers.

    What links these diverse and geographically separate struggles together? They are all reflections of the latest round of “gentrification” in L.A., economically-motivated class and colonial warfare over the control of land and the communities on it.

    Beyond King-Drew’s vital service to an impoverished community lies its location at the center of a stretch of prime real estate. Beyond the South Central Farmers provision of healthy, fresh and culturally appropriate fruit and vegetables is the “more profitable” use that can be made of such “wasted” land. 

Beyond the plans of one Echo Park landlord to make a bigger buck from the storefronts lies the effort to “gentrify” the area between Downtown and Hollywood.

    What does “gentrification” mean? The “gentry” were the rich, land-owning class in aristocratic countries in Europe. Who are their modern counterparts? In city after city across the U.S. for several decades, working class neighborhoods and communities of color have been targeted for demolition and reconstruction as havens or enclaves for the well-to-do.

    The pattern is familiar. Property values and rents start to rise. Property taxes go up. Homes and stores become too expensive for the people who have been living in them, and the banks, landlords and tax collectors start forcing poor people of color out to cheaper, outlying areas, often older and deteriorating white working class suburbs. In place of the poor, the Black and immigrant working families, come “urban pioneers” - sometimes artists, young singles without kids, sometimes gay men or lesbians. As they establish a “hip” white beachhead, upscale shops and trendy night-spots begin to appear. In their wake come the “yuppies,” young, upwardly mobile professionals, augmented by older, established families, or retirees looking for a sophisticated environment.

    The misnamed “Community Redevelopment Agency” over the years has played a role in planning this so-called “urban renewal” – which people on the East Coast used to refer to as “Negro removal” – to establish beachheads of commercial property and office buildings to anchor a redefinition of formerly poor neighborhoods.

    When simple economic pressure doesn’t work, more forceful tactics are often used. But it is important to remember that even “everyday economics” like rent and taxes are based on the gun of state power and colonial control. If you don’t pay your rent, bills or taxes, the enforcers come – the police, sheriffs or marshals – to collect or to evict you. In one notorious case here in LA in the 1980s, a Black woman named Eulia Love was killed by the LAPD when she didn’t pay a utility bill!

    In San Francisco’s Mission District 30 years ago, arson fires were combined with subway construction and factory closures to transform the city’s primary “port of entry” for immigrant workers from Mexico and Central America into a neighborhood of condominium apartments for commuters to Silicon Valley to the south. At the same time, the elderly Filipino and Chinese residents of the International Hotel were forcibly evicted in an effort to convert the wharves and Chinatown area into a close-in bedroom community for the financial district and the Pacific Coast Stock Exchange.

    Los Angeles is no stranger to this process of gentrification, which is really a process of colonization and re-colonization. The Black community in Venice, CA - the only Black and working class beach town on the California coast - has been targeted for police abuse. The FACE program - federally-assisted code enforcement - came in, by means of which city zoning enforcement is used to try to drive long-standing homeowners out by citing them for multiple violations of municipal codes. This manifestation of the “broken windows” school of aggressive policing is designed to criminalize poverty even among homeowners. It is paralleled by police harassment of the homeless in the area, through ordinances that make most activity illegal for people without dwellings.

    For example, it is now a crime to smoke at the beach or boardwalk in Venice. The police are out weekly enforcing the new commercialized “free speech zone” along the boardwalk. The Venice situation illustrates clearly the connection between armed state power and the economic interests they serve. In cities, the police operate as an army of occupation in poor and oppressed communities of color, and as internal border guards for more privileged areas. In the “contested” areas of gentrification, the cops and the courts are a key element, along with the banks and the “urban pioneer” settler colonists, in carrying out a “re-conquest.”

    Two notable past examples of this process in L.A. were the construction of Dodger Stadium in Chavez Ravine, which displaced a thriving Mexicano community; and before that, the forced removal of Japanese-Americans during World War II and the expropriation of their property (not only in LA but along the entire Pacific coast).

    But the latest crescendo reflects a specific political use of gentrification as part of a counter-insurgency strategy by the ruling elite. This is based on a theory called “spatial de-concentration,” put forward in the 1970s by a major theoretician of the Trilateral Commission, Samuel Huntington. The Trilateral Commission is a private association of representative of the financiers and industrialists of the U.S., Western Europe and Japan, and their political mouthpieces. Most of the top leaders of the US government beginning at least with the Carter Administration, have been members of the Trilateral Commission.

    The Commission sponsored Huntington and two other “scholars” in a book called “The Crisis of Democracy.” Huntington was one of the architects of the US assassination program in Vietnam, Operation Phoenix, which relied on “strategic hamlets” to contain the Vietnamese people. In the book, he theorizes that the 60s insurgencies and demands of the Black and Mexicano/Puerto Rican/ Latino “underclass,” who had previously been excluded from political discourse, had created a “crisis of democracy.”

    The crisis was TOO MUCH democracy, according to Huntington! Poor people of color placed demands on the system that it could not accommodate or satisfy. (Interestingly, Huntington has more recently become a theoretician of Bush’s “endless war on terror,” which Huntington sees as a vitally necessary “Clash of Civilizations” between Europeans and Afro-Asian Muslims who are incapable of  'absorbing’ western-style democracy.)

    In particular, Huntington identified a threat to the stability of the US political and economic system. In European and Latin American or African cities, the rich commanded the center of the cities and the poor lived in the outskirts, in shantytowns and favelas. US cities, on the other hand, had massive poor and working class communities, mostly of color, right in the urban core or “inner city,” surrounding the downtown office buildings and high rises. The wealthy lived in the outskirts, in suburbs. The urban rebellions of the 60s, beginning here in Watts, taught Huntington that this was extremely dangerous to the rulers. He proposed what he called “spatial de-concentration,” breaking up and dispersing poor, Black, Mexicano/indigenous working class communities and replacing them with more reliable white professionals, managers and business people.

    This strategy was applied in New York, Boston, Chicago, Detroit and elsewhere. We saw it operate more recently here in Los Angeles through the crack-cocaine epidemic, which destabilized, devalued and broke up the Black community of south Los Angeles. This caused a huge churning of the real estate market and eventual huge profits for those who bought up Black homes cheap as neighborhoods became unlivable.

    Now the process is underway again, driven both by the same political motivation to break up communities of resistance and the economic motive of turning a handsome profit by driving working families and small business people and cooperative community enterprises out. How can we resist these massive economic forces and the military forces that back them up? 

We have to deepen our ties to each others’ struggles, deepen our understanding of the enemy we face, and deepen our thinking about how to organize and resist. We need to recognize that this is a manifestation of an on-going process of colonization that began with Columbus and continued through the Anglo-American “Manifest Destiny” that coveted the Mexican/indigenous lands to the Pacific, up to today.

    We can begin to unite our forces across the city - Blacks and Mexicanos in South LA, Blacks, homeless, renters and artists in Venice or downtown, Mexicanos and Central Americans in Pico-Union and Boyle Heights, Asians in Chinatown and Little Tokyo. Then we will begin to see the power of the people manifest itself through cooperative economic activity, sharing of resources, political organizing, boycotts and other means. We will begin to understand and to demonstrate that all the wealth of this system that confronts us is stolen from the people and from the land, and that all the power that towers over us and is used to grind us down actually comes FROM the people. It is ours to regain, and to use to protect our communities and the land, water and air that sustain life.

    To discuss these issues with the author, email antiracistaction_la@yahoo.com, write Michael at ARA-LA, PO Box 1055, Culver City CA 90232, or call 323-636-7388.

jason todd’s post-crisis origins, a summary, pt 2, i read comics so you don’t have to: THE ENDING (pt 1 here)

batman #409

bruce: i just can’t keep my mind off that weird opossum wearing clothes i ran into tonight

bruce: i mean how did an opossum 1) find an appropriately sized leather vest and 2) learn to steal tires?? we just don’t know

bruce: well, time 2 do some stealth detective work

bruce: *walks into free health clinic in crime alley* hi im brucie wayne can u give me all the info u have on catherine todd??

secretary: she died bro :( here’s all her info, btw do u know what HIPAA is? bcs i clearly don’t

bruce: *walks into police headquarters* hi im batman can u give me all the info u have on catherine todd??

commissioner: her husband is willis todd. he died bro :( double-crossed two face

bruce: lol a pun

commissioner: oh shit lol

commissioner: anyway why are u so obsessed with the todds?? creep

bruce: “let’s just say i have an interest in a young man” REAL QUOTE

~~~~on the other side of town~~~~

ma gunn: children please gather round, we have a new student. KILL HIM

jason: what the fuCK ??? i just got here, i thought grammas are supposed to be nice and bake cookies n shit what t hell??

ma gunn: hm it’s been less than half a page of fighting and he’s still not dead, so i guess we’ll keep him :) what a nice gift from mr batman

ma gunn: *lights up*

ma gunn: today lesson is GUNS. guns is good. use guns to shoot people

class: k

ma gunn: drink alcohol it’s really good for u and what my dead sons loved to abuse lol :))

class: k

jason: this lady is batty (o shit a pun), i’m outtie *runs away*

bruce: well it is time for patrol, i guess that opossum was right abt people hiding until today to do crime. oh hey look over there, some rich college kids tryna buy weed lol


bruce: seriously tho “keep ur noses clean and ur butts out of crime alley” REAL QUOTE

bruce: well as fun as beating up nerds is it’s time to head home– O FUCK a civilian needs my help

civillian: help

bruce: did someone stole ur tires?? THAT FUCKIN OPOSSUM doesn’t it know any other tricks jfc

jason: *listening 2 punk records n reading a book in his shit apartment*

bruce: hey

jason: hey

jason: wait what the fuck WHY R YOU IN MY APARTMENT AGAIN stop its weird :/

bruce: U DIDNT KEEP UR END OF THE BARGAIN!!!!!!! *lots of dramatic pointing*

jason: like hell i didnt!

bruce: omg how DARE u use that DISGUSTING FOUL LANGUAGE around me watch ur fucking MOUTH like how dare u SWEAR at me like that u little shit

jason: sorry i mean, like heck. like heck i didn’t.

bruce: ok well wth happened then? y arent u in school rn??

jason: dude that was a fuckin scam school where they teach kids how to do crime (and they didnt even have cookies)

bruce: i dont believe u and i am 500% more committed to taking the word of this scary looking gramma than u

jason: ok well fuck u then. i don’t wanna learn to be no crook. i just boost what it takes to survive.


jason: idc if u don’t believe me. not ALL adults are saints, u know.


jason: tbh i overheard their plans, theyre gonna steal shit from the museum tonight

bruce: lol ya right u ridiculous marsupial, i’m leaving BYE

bruce: *5 seconds later* i better check the museum 2 make sure that nobody–  O SHIT HE DIDNT LIED

ma gunn: lol hi batman im just here to steal these huge fake gems (?????????? why tho) and kill u 

batman: no

bruce: *punches every one EXCEPT!!!! one student who sneaks behind him and is abt to drop a huge fake diamond on top of him–*

jason: BATMAN LOOK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


jason: *knocks kid out while making puns bcs its a requirement and otherwise he won’t get adopted*

bruce: nvm NVM i’m ok. thanks for the rescue small nocturnal friend, btw why r u here??

jason: i had to make sure someone stopped them :/// u were being a prick i wasnt sure if u’d show

bruce: get in my car

jason: the fuck

bruce: don’t be a little shit

jason: even tho im a streetwise kid and should know better than 2 accept rides from strange adult men, ok.

bruce: *points to jason* luv that robin

jason: robin????? :o

jason: …hell yeah heLL YEAH damN RIGHT FUCKIGN RIGHt

bruce and jason: *drive into sunset sunrise together*

The first ever film of John, Paul and George together in 1958 has been discovered! But before you get too excited - that’s it above. 

This film - a Liverpool police recruitment film shows a clip from the police show on the grounds of the Police Training College, headquarters of the Liverpool Mounted Police, which so happened to be at the back of 20 Forthlin Road. In 1958 John’s best friend, Pete Shotton was training to be a policeman and took park in the show. John, Paul, (probably) George and Paul’s brother, Mike watched it from the shed roof in Paul’s back yard and have been captured on film here. 

“Wow! That could definitely be us. It was a really big occasion in Liverpool and that’s what we used to do every summer – take deckchairs and climb onto the concrete shed and watch a free show. And I think there is every chance John would have been there that year – absolutely. His friend, Pete Shotton, was a police cadet. And George could easily have been there, too. It’s bloody mad – absolutely fascinating and unbelievable!”

[Mike McCartney, Liverpool Echo, 7th March 2017]

This is a story they also tell you if you take the National Trust tour of Forthlin Road. The film was posted on YouTube and labelled as 1950, but further investigation by a Liverpool Beatles historian has discovered it was 1958. Here’s the full film, but it’s a blink and you miss it scene, found at approx. 34:30, cued below.


#HappyHyukDay: D7 - Actor!Hyuk

“It’s unfortunate that I couldn’t personally receive it but~
The meaningful first trophy for me as an actor!!
New Actor Award ta-dah!!”
— Hyuk (Best Action Newcomer award @ SIFF ‘16)

On Lestrade, Conan Doyle, and Sherlock

It’s time to revisit this, I think.

In recent trips back through Arthur Conan Doyle’s works featuring Sherlock Holmes, I’ve been thinking of the character trajectories across the stories, especially regarding Holmes’s relationship to Lestrade (less celebrated that the brilliant Holmes-Watson partnership, but nonetheless fascinating).

“We All Three Shook Hands” by Sidney Paget, 1902 (L to R: Lestrade, Holmes, and Watson)

My thoughts are based on looking at the novels and short stories in internal chronological order (wherever it can be determined), not publication order.


Point the First: Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes is quite capable of being obnoxious in the BBC's Sherlock Cumberbatchian sense. Perhaps one of the worst affronts appears in “The Boscombe Valley Mystery” (set in 1889), in which Holmes plays his “Lestrade’s So Stupid That He Wouldn’t Understand X” game. The example he chooses, however, 1) is one that Watson doesn’t comprehend either and, more to the point, 2) is one predicated on Holmes’s own knowledge of Watson’s daily grooming habits gained only by the fact he’s lived with Watson for years. Of course Lestrade wouldn’t reach Holmes’s conclusion: he’s never lived with Watson, and thus he has no access to that data! The entire exercise is just an excuse for Holmes to show off, not an honest assessment of Lestrade’s abilities. Holmes is none too gentle with delivering the insulting conclusion of his reasoning, for that matter, and thus he humiliates Watson. If Lestrade (or Watson) appears to get short-tempered with Holmes now and again, it’s not unwarranted.

Point the Second and the More Important: Holmes shows rather compelling character development over the years (and here I’m reminded of the great man/good man point articulated by Lestrade in Sherlock), and it’s instructive to watch this unfold through his relationship with Lestrade. [1]

  • In “The Five Orange Pips” (set in 1887), when Watson asks if their unknown visitor might be a friend of Holmes, Holmes replies:
    “Except yourself I have none,” he answered. “I do not encourage visitors." [2]
  • Yet in that same year, Holmes’s professional familiarity with Lestrade leads him to treat the Inspector not as a guest who requires formal hospitality, but rather as a regular visitor free to consider himself welcome and make himself at home (in "The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor”):

“Good-afternoon, Lestrade! You will find an extra tumbler upon the sideboard, and there are cigars in the box.”

  • In Holmes’s letter to Watson in “The Final Problem” (set in 1891), Holmes admits that he has “friends” (plural) who will feel “pain” at his loss.
  • In “The Adventure of the Empty House” (set in 1894), Holmes identifies Lestrade – in front of both Holmes’s would-be murderer Colonel Sebastian Moran and, for the very first time, Lestrade himself – as “my friend Lestrade.” (He refers to Lestrade as “friend Lestrade” multiple times thereafter.)[3]
  • By “The Adventure of the Six Napoleons” (set in 1900), Holmes regularly welcomes Lestrade’s social visits (above and beyond professional meetings about their joint work on a case) with a drop-by-unannounced intimacy usually reserved for one’s closest friends and family. 

It was no very unusual thing for Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, to look in upon us of an evening, and his visits were welcome to Sherlock Holmes, for they enabled him to keep in touch with all that was going on at the police headquarters. In return for the news which Lestrade would bring, Holmes was always ready to listen with attention to the details of any case upon which the detective was engaged, and was able occasionally, without any active interference, to give some hint or suggestion drawn from his own vast knowledge and experience.

On this particular evening, Lestrade had spoken of the weather and the newspapers. Then he had fallen silent, puffing thoughtfully at his cigar. Holmes looked keenly at him.

“Anything remarkable on hand?” he asked.

“Oh, no, Mr. Holmes–nothing very particular.”

“Then tell me about it.”

Lestrade laughed.

  • In the same story, Holmes even takes pains to consider Lestrade’s personal comfort, after he’s asked the Inspector to lengthen an already long day by accompanying him on a late-night expedition. Without prompting, Holmes offers food and a nap with easy familiarity: 

“You’ll dine with us, Lestrade, and then you are welcome to the sofa until it is time for us to start.”


Lestrade is practical throughout – he bristles at insults and scorns the thought of trusting theorizing over legwork, and yet he proves willing to admit his own mistakes from the very first (“I freely confess that I was of the opinion that Stangerson was concerned in the death of Drebber. This fresh development has shown me that I was completely mistaken…” in A Study in Scarlet, set in 1881) – but it’s clear that the no-nonsense pragmatism of his relations with Holmes grows into genuine warmth and affection over time. Beyond the above examples, there are others.

  • By the time of The Hound of the Baskervilles (probably set in 1888 or 1889, though possibly as late as 1899 or 1900), Holmes is requesting Lestrade’s presence (“He is the best of the professionals, I think, and we may need his assistance,” Holmes tells Watson), and Watson can see just how their chemistry has matured: 

The London express came roaring into the station, and a small, wiry bulldog of a man had sprung from a first-class carriage. We all three shook hands, and I saw at once from the reverential way in which Lestrade gazed at my companion that he had learned a good deal since the days when they had first worked together. I could well remember the scorn which the theories of the reasoner used then to excite in the practical man.

  • “The Adventure of the Norwood Builder” (set in 1894 or 1895) shows a friendly competition between Holmes and Lestrade in which each teases and mocks the other when the facts seem to fit his theory. (At one point, Holmes confesses to Watson, “…upon my soul, I believe for once the fellow is on the right track and we are on the wrong.”) But Lestrade is “a practical man,” as he admits, and when Holmes ultimately reveals the definitive truth with much added (and arguably unnecessary) drama, Lestrade reacts not with hurt pride or wounded ego, but genuine appreciation. (He also immediately gives credit where credit is due, telling the culprit, “You have done your best to get an innocent man hanged. If it wasn’t for this gentleman here, I am not sure that you would not have succeeded.”) The physical response from the normally reserved Holmes when Lestrade offers his gratitude speaks volumes: 

“… I don’t mind saying, in the presence of Dr. Watson, that this is the brightest thing that you have done yet, though it is a mystery to me how you did it. You have saved an innocent man’s life, and you have prevented a very grave scandal, which would have ruined my reputation in the Force.”

Holmes smiled, and clapped Lestrade upon the shoulder.

  • And then of course there’s the justifiably famous exchange in “The Adventure of the Six Napoleons” (set in 1900):

“Well,” said Lestrade, “I’ve seen you handle a good many cases, Mr. Holmes, but I don’t know that I ever knew a more workmanlike one than that. We’re not jealous of you at Scotland Yard. No, sir, we are very proud of you, and if you come down to-morrow, there’s not a man, from the oldest inspector to the youngest constable, who wouldn’t be glad to shake you by the hand.”

“Thank you!” said Holmes. “Thank you!” and as he turned away, it seemed to me that he was more nearly moved by the softer human emotions than I had ever seen him.

  • Note: It’s no wonder why Holmes might rely on the tenacious Inspector (in addition to his always-worthy Watson) in a situation that has the potential for real danger, such as in The Hound of the Baskervilles. After all, Lestrade proves time and again willing to confront the villains by himself without backup, including Joseph Stangerson in A Study in Scarlet and James Browner in “The Adventure of the Cardboard Box.”

    For that matter, although he’s the slightest man physically in a room of five, Lestrade is the one to bring down the “so powerful and so fierce” Jefferson Hope by “half-strangling” him in A Study in Scarlet. Holmes underscores his trust in the Inspector by calling upon Lestrade once again in “The Adventure of the Empty House,” in this case to assist in the capture of the vengeful Colonel Sebastian Moran.

Random Musings Related to ACD Canon and the BBC’s Sherlock

  • According to my calculations (which I’m happy to explain and be corrected upon), there was approximately a fifteen-year spread between ACD’s Sherlock Holmes and Inspector Lestrade, with John Watson and Mycroft Holmes in the middle. If you take the ages of the four male leads in Sherlock, there is a fourteen-year spread between the youngest (Benedict Cumberbatch) and the eldest (Rupert Graves), with Martin Freeman and Mark Gatiss in the middle.
  • Also according to my calculations, at the time of ACD’s “The Adventure of the Empty House,” Sherlock Holmes was 40, John Watson was 41 and nearing 42, Mycroft Holmes was 47, and Inspector Lestrade was approximately 55. As for BBC’s Sherlock, at the time of the filming of the third-series episode “The Empty Hearse,” this puts Martin Freeman and Mark Gatiss at the perfect ages, and Benedict Cumberbatch and Rupert Graves equally four-five years younger than their respective characters.
  • I wonder if the naming of Sherlock’s Molly Hooper is a nod to Molly Robertson-Kirk, a.k.a. “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” (who was, after all, a contemporary of Sherlock Holmes).
  • I suspect that Sherlock’s “Greg Lestrade” wasn’t originally intended to be short for “Gregory Lestrade,” but rather for “Gregson Lestrade.” In this way, Moffat and Gatiss could seamlessly combine Inspectors Lestrade and Gregson, who are identified by ACD’s Holmes as, among the Scotland Yard professionals, “the pick of a bad lot. They are both quick and energetic, but conventional — shockingly so.” (A Study in Scarlet) This theory may have been Jossed by the Steve Thompson-penned third episode of the second series (in which Lestrade is cut off as he’s trying to explain that other D.I.s have consulted Sherlock besides him, and names Gregson as he’s interrupted). The full implications of this throwaway mention of Gregson is as yet unclear.

[1] There are other interesting character changes Holmes exhibits, including his evolving thoughts on justice vs. law and means vs. ends, but I’m particularly thinking of his personal, non-Watsonian relationships at present.

[2] It’s perhaps worth pointing out that Holmes describes Watson as “not a man with intimate friends” (save, Holmes implies, himself) in The Hound of the Baskervilles.

[3] Interestingly enough, Watson begins referring to Lestrade as “our old friend Lestrade” in works set in 1894 and 1895, including “The Adventure of the Norwood Builder” and “The Adventure of the Bruce-Partington Plans.”

Okay but what about a Sterek!Psych AU

Stiles is Shawn - Super smart, little motivation and focus, helps solve crime as a ‘psychic’ consultant.  He’s always solving the crimes and getting under Derek’s feet, which is highly entertaining for Stiles. His dad says he’s pulling detective Hale’s pigtails but Stiles swears it isn’t that, he just likes to see Derek squirm. 

Scott is Gus - Best friend, very clear image of right and wrong, always getting dragged into Stiles’ messes.  He works as a vet in a practice in Beacon Hills, but Stiles makes him moonlight as his sidekick. 

Derek is Lassiter - Because Derek is gruff and a little straight laced, also Derek could never be Jules, let’s be honest here.  He hates how Stiles get’s under his skin and he just knows that he isn’t really psychic, but he can’t figure out how Stiles always knows who did it.

Kira is Jules - New to the force, great at her job, a little awkward, she catches Scott’s eye.  She’s the kind of person who believes the best in everyone and even if she doesn’t think Stiles is really psychic, she’s willing to work with him if he helps get the bad guy.

Plus you have the Sheriff as the retired cop who taught Stiles everything he knows, Allison as the chief, and throw in the Hale family fire (they all survived don’t worry) as the reason Derek became a cop and you’ve got yourself a story.


“I solved that jewelry store robbery,” Stiles said, leaning over the reception desk at the Beacon Hills Police Department headquarters, his voice directed at Derek Hale.  “Want to know who did it.”

Detective Derek Hale did not look up from his computer before he said, “It was an inside job, the night security guard did it.”

“Ahh yes, that’s what the owner wants you to think,” Stiles said, stepping around reception, ignoring the glare of Officer Boyd as he did.  “It was actually the owner, for the insurance payout.”

Before Derek could respond a pretty Asian woman came walking over to Derek’s desk, putting a folder down, “Did you see this? The owner of Oceanside Jewels took out a $100,000 insurance policy on the stolen diamonds just a week ago.”

“I told you,” Stiles said with a smile, “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Stiles Stilinski, psychic detective.”

“Stiles! I told you not to leave my car parked out front, we’re in a tow zone,” Scott said, running into the station, an ice cream cone in hand.

“We need to go pick up Adrian Harris, if this is true he’s committed more then just robbery,” Derek said, ignoring everyone around him, grabbing the keys to his car, and walked out, Kira following him.

“Is he really psychic?” She asked as they jogged to the car.

“No.” Derek snapped, “He’s supernaturally annoying.” 

Behind them Stiles and Scott ran out of the station, Scott’s car still parked in a tow zone,  “I can hear you and that’s very hurtful,” Stiles called, then added, “I’d check his boat if I were you, I bet he’s trying to leave the country before you catch him.”

Scott and Stiles got into the car and drove off, following behind Derek and Kira.  When they pulled up to the docks Derek had Harris cuffed and Kira was holding a bag full of stolen merchandise.  “How’d he knew that he’d be here?”

“I don’t know,” Derek grit out through his teeth as he shoved Harris into the car, a little more forcefully then necessary. 

“Maybe he really is psychic,” Kira mused, waving at Scott and Stiles, who were leaning against the car watching, Scott still eating his ice cream.

Derek shot them both a look and Stiles winked at him, “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back big guy, you figured it out all on your own.”

“Don’t taunt him,” Scott whispered, “Remember that time he threaten to rip your throat out, with his teeth?”

“Aw don’t be scared of Derek, he’s just a big puppy,” Stiles said before slipping back into the car, “We should really be getting paid for solving all these crimes.”

And that’s how Psych was born… and yes, eventually Derek figured out how Stiles was doing it, he never told a soul.  Plus even if anyone asked him about it, he could always claim spousal privilege.  

Feel free to add to this