this kid’s family lives permanently in California and he came back to Korea alone to chase his dream. He is only 16 (int age) and he has been living in dorms for 3 years, first at JYP and now at BNM, training his skills and chasing his dreams.
he joined this competition that he believed would give him more exposure than his relatively low-key hiphop company and yes, guess what he was exposed to? Hate. So much excessive hate about his looks, his personality, his gestures, his speech, his everything. Thousands of comments of anonymous hate aimed at a little kid.
somehow he still has the guts to stand there and smile and brave through it all, acting as a ray of pure sunshine to everyone around him. He doesn’t have his mom to go back to in weekends, he doesn’t get to eat home food when he leaves the PD101 camp, all he has is his dream and his conviction that this was the right decision.
and he never even mentioned any of this hardship ever, not until this episode does he even bring up his mom.
L: literally has no conclusive evidence backing up his claim that Light is Kira Task Force: help him investigate Light, but do not buy into his suspicion fully, especially after the evidence actively points against it The fandom, for some reason: How could they possibly not have believed L, he is the Best Detective after all? Foolish!
“Let us respect people’s convictions,” she said. “But never back down from our commitment to defend the ability of every woman to make these deeply personal decisions for herself. I wish there were common ground, but I know for sure it is higher ground.”
“I’m a grandmother,” she said, “and much to the surprise of many, I am a human being. I’m also a person of faith who doesn’t take my positions lightly or come to them with a cavalier attitude.”
“I believe that anyone who is opposed to abortion should be in favor of preventing unintended pregnancy, expanding economic opportunity and fighting for policies that actually support parenthood,” Clinton said.
I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while now, and I’m finally at a point where I think I can articulate all of my thoughts.
Two of the criticisms I’ve seen about Jyn are as follows:
The movie doesn’t give us enough information to be able to fully understand her.
The change in her is too abrupt, making her arc seem unrealistic.
I, of course, disagree.
The film tells us the following things about Jyn: she had parents who chose, early on, to rebel; she had a close relationship with her father; she had to flee her home, alone, at a very young age; she watched agents of the Empire kill her mother while her father stood by; she was raised by a soldier as a soldier; she was ultimately left behind by said soldier; she is desperate; she is a lone wolf. From all of this, we can discern that she has been abandoned by one father figure and “betrayed” by another (Galen did not actually betray her, but consider how the events on Lah'mu might look through the eyes of a child: “Dad, Dad who is great and whom I love and who says he loves me and will protect me, just let bad people kill Mom and went with the bad people instead of coming after me”); that her childhood was difficult, violent, and traumatic; and that she has difficulty interacting with other people (which is a direct result of the former points).
The film also tells us that, beneath her tough facade, she cares, and that she maintains a firm moral center positioning her against the Empire. That’s why she says that she prefers to believe that her father is dead; that she rescues the child in Jehda; that Saw asks her, “you don’t believe in the cause anymore?” Her apathy is feigned. It’s a product of the fact that, post-Saw, she shut down and began surviving just for the sake of it, because she was littered with wounds that would not heal.
When Jyn says to Saw, “it’s not a problem if you don’t look up,” she doesn’t actually believe it. Watch her: she pauses, and her mouth quivers, and the words come out mealy. It would be easier if she believed it. It would sync up with her trauma. But because she knows right from wrong, she can’t say it with conviction; she can only deploy it as a “gotcha,” as a set piece in an argument. She is trying, very poorly, and as a self-defense mechanism, to convince herself of a convenient fiction.
The reason she becomes a beacon, a “speech machine,” after watching Galen’s message is because said message resolves 95% of what she’s been going through. It tells her that her father did not actually betray her, that he has always stood against the “bad people,” that he wants her to fight against them, too, that he’s actually paved the way for her, for everyone, to do it. He’s been steadfast and true, something the people in her life, up until then, have decidedly not seemed to be.
Jyn doesn’t change, after Jehda. She just takes off her mask.
To that end, Cassian’s “welcome home” works on two levels: it welcomes her into her found family, into a group of people whom she can trust and rely upon and who believe in her as much as she believes in them, but it also welcomes her back. She is the prodigal daughter, showing up on the doorstep of her childhood home (the rebellion, lower-case-r because it’s the spirit, not the organization) after having worked through all the shit that made her leave.
“I fought too long & too hard against discrimination based on race & color, not to fight against discrimination based on sexual orientation,” tweeted civil rights icon John Lewis on July 23, 2015.
Fifty-five years ago, on May 14, 1961, Lewis rode with the Freedom Riders in a bus pelted by rocks and bricks, as axes smashed through windshields, a firebomb lobbed through the shattered glass. State troopers fired warning shots – but whom they warned was not the violent mob.
The bus’s passengers were black and white Americans riding together, testing the recent Supreme Court ruling that said it would be illegal to segregate public transportation passengers based on their race.
John Lewis was the first Freedom Rider to be assaulted. And yet, a battered face and broken ribs did not prevent him from continuing his ride. “We were determined not to let any act of violence keep us from our goal,” Lewis has said of the experience. “We knew our lives could be threatened, but we had made up our minds not to turn back.”
As the fight for civil rights continued over the ensuing years, Lewis kept to his conviction that there was no turning back. Three years following the Freedom Riders’ journeys aboard greyhounds, Lewis marched in Selma, Mississippi, in a demonstration of their urgent insistence on African Americans’ right to vote amidst widespread voter suppression. On a day that became known as Bloody Sunday, the peaceful protesters were beaten by state troopers who met them at the end of Edmond Pettus Bridge.
After a lifetime of fighting for civil rights, John Lewis has never stooped to rest. As a champion of LGBTQ rights, Lewis gave an impassioned speech in a 1996 debate on the Defense of Marriage Act, where he lashed out against any who would deny LGBTQ citizens’ their right to marriage.
“I will not turn my back on another American,” he said. “I will not oppress my fellow human being. I fought too hard and too long against discrimination based on race and color to stand up against discrimination based on sexual orientation.”
Lewis has been elected to Congress fourteen times, a few times running unopposed, beloved for his bravery and dedication to fighting for the rights of his constituents and fellow Americans at large. He has recently received media attention for the criticism laid down on him by President Donald Trump, who said of the civil rights hero, “All talk, talk, talk — no action or results. Sad!”
With the sun high on the first day of February, a new month awaits dedicated to remembering the contributions of Black Americans throughout our history. They are the trailblazers who have fought tirelessly for justice and equality, and who today continue to fight for their community, in addition to others marginalized in similar manners, allies united in their advocation.
I’d totally forgotten so kudos for the reminder! There you go, don’t forget to leave the authors some love,
What I’m Waiting to Find by @gracerene09 (27k) James has devoted the past two years to being the best damn Chaser that Puddlemere United has ever seen…and to getting over his teenage crush on Teddy. But when Teddy comes back to England after a long stint abroad, James’s resolve to move on is put to the test. [Companion pieces Waiting (For You)and Midnight, part of theAre You Mine? series]
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Teddy Lupin never gets too close or feels too much; his godfather’s son never does anything else.
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Coming Out Ahead by mindabbles (9k)
James and Scorpius need a big break. Albus needs Scorpius. Teddy wants James. Perhaps they’ll all learn that you can’t always get everything you want, but maybe if you’re lucky, you can get some of what you need.
Friday Nights at the Leaky Cauldron by AmoretteHD (10k) When James shows up at the Leaky Cauldron looking for a job, Teddy tries to show him it’s bloody hard work running a pub. But he doesn’t expect James to be a natural at it, and he doesn’t realize James will attract all kinds of attention. And this presents a problem for Teddy; a huge problem.
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Lost For You by gryffindorJ (2k) They’re supposed to be messing around, nothing else, but Teddy’s in love with James.
At The End of The Rope by @shiftylinguini (35k) Everyone presents in the springtime of their fifteenth year, and no one was more excited about this than James ― or more disappointed when it didn’t happen. But that’s okay, at twenty-two he’s now made peace with being an Absent Presentation, and with his conviction that no one in their right mind would want to be with or claim someone like him, least of all the person he really wants. He’s got his work and his right hand, and even if he sometimes thinks about what it would be like to be honest with Teddy about how he feels, he knows he couldn’t bear the rejection ― at least, that’s what he tells himself when he can’t get to sleep at night. But all that is tested after a run-in with an overzealous admirer and a routine Auror call-out gone drastically wrong. As James is left now presenting in full as an Omega, and bound to stay in Teddy’s presence, the careful balancing act he’s built his life around grows more precarious by the second.
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Dirty Little Secret by iamisaac (6k)
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Room 43 by gryffindorJ (5k) Everyone wants James but James only wants Teddy. There’s one small problem. (Teddy would say the problem isn’t small at all. But now I’ve gone and made it sound like Teddy has a small dick. I assure you that’s not the problem but that doesn’t make it any better.)
After an attack by the Lost Boys, Emma and Killian find themselves in an impossible situation. Canon divergence from 3x07.
This was an idea I had back in September, but let it sit after writing the intro and finally picked it up again recently. Working on it has basically kept me going during an intensely shitty week. The first 3 chapters are already complete. @caprelloidea is basically the best person ever for helping me through this one.
They’ve just finished filling the canteens when he hears it. A familiar rustle somewhere behind him in the jungle, the same noise that kept him on edge for years in this hellish place, the one that left him looking over his shoulder for centuries. He glances over at Emma to see she’s oblivious, capping the water and adjusting the satchel over her shoulder, her ears not as attuned to this place as his are.
“Swan,” he whispers. She turns to face him and he raises a finger to his lips, tilting his head in the direction of the noise.
They stand there frozen for a long moment listening, the only sounds the occasional call of a bird or the chirping of an insect. He’s just about to relax when he hears it again, and by the tensing of Emma’s shoulders she can as well. She looks toward the noise and back at him, instinctively reaching over her shoulder for her cutlass.
The cutlass she’d given back to Baelfire.
Her eyes widen, and the first tinge of panic starts creeping up his nerves. Emma glances around for something, anything she can use as a weapon as he draws his own sword, stepping between the noise and Emma. It could just be an animal, or one of their group wondering what’s taking them so long, or -
The Lost Boys appear, faces slowly emerging from the jungle. First just in front of him, and then to his right, and his left, swords glinting in the sunlight and arrows dark-tipped with poison.
A dozen weapons against one.
He spares the quickest of glances back and sees Emma frozen, still empty-handed. He turns back to his attackers, one last sweep of the landscape as he considers their options. There’s only one.
There’s only a split-second before they both turn and sprint, splashing over the shallow stream and barreling headlong into the jungle. They need to put some distance between them and the Lost Boys, take advantage of their longer strides and find some kind of hiding place to wait it out as they go by. But as his legs and lungs first start to burn as they duck and tumble and run, dodging arrows the whole way, he realizes what Pan’s crew is really doing.
Plus bonus “those who do not learn from the past are destined to repeat it.”
As I’ve talked about…a lot. The theme of this season is breaking the toxic, violent patterns of the past. It’s about defying old rules, refusing to be controlled by your family, your biology, your past mistakes…and even your past dreams.
We now have all of team free will ostensibly receiving that which they’ve sought for so long: For Dean: his mom, his family together. For Sam: a greater world of hunters and knowledge that could give him a normal life. And now for Cas: something to believe in again.
But as we’ve seen with Dean and Sam, these granted wishes all come out badly. Mary is not the perfect saint Dean dreamed of. The Brits are not these great minds that can fix everything…and the Nephilim may not be the way to a better future.
In a season devoted to learning from Mistakes - which no one has ACTUALLY DONE YET - Cas may have made the same mistake he always does. Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. He found conviction…he found something/someone to protect that has faith in him, or so it seems…Will this powerful force turn on him? Will it wreak havoc but love Cas like Amara loved Dean? Who knows.
But another theme about this season is not being defined by parents’ mistakes. So maybe there is hope for the Nephilim…and Cas. But what does that look like?
Characters: Y/N Winchester (sister!reader), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Self doubt, self loathing, making wrong decisions. Canon typical.
Word Count: 2200ish
A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Hopeless Opus
This is kinda a rewrite of the ep The Man That Would Be King. I changed and took out a few things to fit in my reader but it is very much based on the ep. I stole and rephrased some of Castiel’s monologue from that ep as well. I do not claim to own any of that writing.
Thanks so much to the amazingly sweet @bkwrm523 for betaing this for me. I love you Sara!
The expression on her face, when she realized he had been lying to them for almost a year was burned into his mind. It was all he saw, no matter where he went or what he did. The hurt, pained expression on her face. His betrayal had hurt them all. His betrayal had angered them all.
For such a long time it had been so clear to Castiel he was doing the right thing. Working with Crowley had been a necessary evil. It had been the only way and Castiel knew the Winchesters would never have understood that. Nor should they have too. They stopped one apocalypse and now the angels or a portion of them anyway, was trying to start another. Castiel had never been more ashamed in his life. Y/N and Dean had lost a brother to this war. A brother Castiel unsuccessfully had tried to bring back. Y/N had gone to school and Dean had found love. They moved on. They deserved to have lives. Castiel hadn’t wanted to disrupt them but he had watched. He had thought about asking for their help so many times. He knew it was his best option, but he couldn’t. Dean looked peaceful and Y/N looked happy. Castiel knew they missed Sam, but it was his choice to not contact them and to keep hunting on his own. Or so Castiel had thought back then. He hadn’t realized it wasn’t all of Sam he had pulled out of the cage. He hadn’t realized until it was too late. As soon as Dean learned about Sam’s missing piece, he had called his sister back in. Castiel had not shown himself but she has watched the anger and pain on her face as she faced her oldest brother. The same pain he had watched on Dean’s face when he had realized Bobby had known about Sam being back, had been written all over Y/N’s face as she confronted Dean.
Before Season 2 of Voltron came out, I had read an article that had mentioned there would be several bonding moments between Keith and Allura, and as a pretty invested Klance and Shallura shipper, I was skeptical. I really was. I figured if it happened, it would happen, and I would just deal with it.
The last thing I expected was to like Kallura even a little bit, let alone be completely charmed by it.
Not only had Keith and Allura barely interacted, I didn’t really have a grasp on Keith (there were assumptions, of course, which I used to inform the way I wrote him in fic)- so going in, I had a lot of reservations. You could even call it a low-key notp, because I didn’t want them to get together just because they had been together in the original series. It didn’t make sense to me, given the interaction they had had up to that point.
But then some of my friends started watching season 2, and when I asked two of them about shipping moments, as I am wont to do, they both mentioned Kallura…and that it was actually kind of cute. And charming. And the all in all, they didn’t hate it.
I was intrigued. So I went into watching Season 2 with an open mind, and I discovered that it really was kind of cute. And the more I thought about it, the further I fell, and I really wanted to figure out why.
So I’ve decided to do the only thing I can do when I’m overwhelmed by feelings about something: write about it.
So here goes: a little meta essay (read: roughly 4,700 words with copious screenshots and gifs inserted for visual interest)on how I fell for Kallura, and why I’m interested in its potential, and why I think it’s worth giving a shot!
Here’s part three because everyone needs three chapters in 24 hours. There’s more angst here >:)
There will be another part after this I promise.
Roman had accused him of hating the others. How could he ever hate them? He loved Roman. Not that he would ever say anything. Not that Roman would ever feel the same. Why would he. Roman was a literal prince and he was just Anxiety. Just the monster that kept Thomas up at night, bothering him with ideas of things in closets and under the bed when he was the real monster. All he ever did was ruin everyone’s day.
Stupid foolish Roman. Of course Anxiety would get confused. Nobody had ever shown him even the slightest amount of care. A random gift out on nowhere? Of course he didn’t believe it. He himself had even joked about ‘slaying the monster.’ The monster being Anxiety of course. How had he never thought about how that might feel from Anxiety’s point of view.
The moment Roman got inside his room he shut the door and flopped into his bed, flying back through every memory where he had cast Anxiety aside and claimed all the glory for himself. How could he have done that? What sort of prince was he, to hurt those he claimed to defend?
Summary: You and Namjoon belong to a close-knit trio of underground musicians. Everything changes when Namjoon lands a major record deal.
Word count: 1.5k words
Namjoon let his head fall onto your shoulder, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion. You peered at the clock hanging on the wall of your “studio”–it was really just a shabby apartment you shared with two other musicians. It was just past three in the morning.
“Yoongi, our collab can wait a few more hours,” you groaned, sinking further into the tattered couch. “Let us sleep.”
“I have an early shift. Need to do this now,” Yoongi grunted, still smashing away at his keyboard. “Plus, inspiration is a fickle mistress.”
“Dude, our stage isn’t for another two weeks,” Namjoon argued tiredly. “Our set’s pretty much complete, anyway.”
“If you guys are tired, just go to bed,” Yoongi sighed, finally turning to look at you. “I’ll finish as much as I can now and we can work on it tomorrow.”
You and Namjoon leapt up at Yoongi’s dismissal, eager to go to bed. Namjoon practically sprinted out of the living room, disappearing into your bedroom with a loud crash. The sound of Namjoon’s muffled cursing carried throughout the flat.
Before you turned to follow Namjoon, you paused and looked at Yoongi. His eyes were ringed with purple and he had lost weight. Frowning, you walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Get some rest, okay?” you asked quietly, squeezing him gently. “You need to take care of yourself.”
“I will, Y/N,” Yoongi said with a small smile. “Go fucking spoon your boyfriend now, or whatever it is you two do.”
“We’re not dating!” you called over your shoulder as you walked away. That was the truth–sure, you were intimate, but Namjoon didn’t like to label things. And, well, you liked Namjoon.
In your room, Namjoon was already half asleep, nestled underneath a mountain of blankets. He roused at your entrance, his eyes opening slightly. You slipped into the bed with him, Namjoon’s arms wrapping around your waist instinctively.
“Night,” you whispered, leaning into Namjoon’s larger form. He radiated warmth, lulling you to sleep easily.
“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice gravelly, and kissed the back of your neck. His arms tightened around your body as you both slipped into a deep slumber.
The next morning, you slowly slipped from the covers of sleep. You were met by the sight of rays of golden sunlight streaming in through the open window, casting the room in a warm glow. Nearby, you could feel the constant heat of Namjoon’s body, although he was no longer laying beside you.
“Namjoon?” you called groggily, pushing yourself upright.
He was sitting at the foot of the bed, hunched over looking at his laptop. Namjoon’s eyes were wide, and his shoulders appeared to be shaking.
“Are you okay?” you whispered, crawling towards him. You hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “What’s up?”
“I got the record deal,” Namjoon said, his voice coloured with disbelief. “T-they emailed me this morning. They want me to go to Gangnam to discuss contract terms.”
“Holy shit,” you gasped. “Oh my god, Namjoon! That’s amazing!”
Namjoon turned to you, a huge smile finally illuminating his face. His cheeks dimpled endearingly. “I did it, Y/N,” he laughed. “I’m gonna make it.”
You laughed with Namjoon, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushed you down so he was laying on top of you. With some difficulty, he kissed you, smiling too much for it to last long. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, Namjoon sighed in contentment.
Tugging at the bottom of Namjoon’s shirt, you bent your head down to whisper into his ear. “I think this calls for celebration, no?”
Much later that morning, you found yourself curled against Namjoon’s chest. The heat between your bare bodies was both comforting and overwhelming. He traced patterns against your back, his fingers travelling across the ridges of your spine. You practically melted into his touch.
“I’m so proud of you, Joonie,” you mumbled into his skin. “The world’s finally ready for you.”
“You’re going to be right there with me,” he replied with conviction. “If I can make it, so can you.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice,” you giggled. A darker train of thought passed over you. You bit your lip nervously. “But if that doesn’t happen, don’t forget about me, okay?”
“Don’t talk like that,” Namjoon scolded gently. Then, he pressed a kiss against the top of your head. “But how could I ever forget about you?”
“About us, I mean,” you said, blushing slightly. “What’s going to happen with us?”
“We’re going to be just fine,” Namjoon replied. “Our situation might change, but that doesn’t mean we have to as well.”
Two weeks later, Namjoon was in Gangnam and you and Yoongi were still in the sketchier parts of Seoul. You had to rearrange your entire set, awkwardly trying to fill in the gaps Namjoon’s absence had left.
When you and Yoongi performed, you made a good duo. The audience responded enthusiastically to the harmony of Yoongi’s raspy, carnal rap and your sweet melodies. But you both felt wrong–something was missing. To date, it had been your worst performance.
That night, you and Yoongi took the bus home. How glamorous, you thought bitterly, replaying the video’s Namjoon had sent you of his new dorm. It was small, but still much nicer than the tiny, rundown apartment you used to share with him. Since Namjoon was no longer contributing rent money, you and Yoongi took on extra shifts at your part-time jobs.
But difficulties aside, you simply missed him. Your blankets still carried his rich scent, his belongings were still scattered throughout your room. His sweaters hung from chairs and his shoes still sat in the doorway. Sometimes, it seemed like he never really left.
Your cell phone vibrated. It was a text from Namjoon.
RECEIVED 4:18 AM
How’d the show go, babe?
SENT 4:19 AM
it was ok. it’s weird performing without u
RECEIVED 4:21 AM
Don’t get used to it! We’re gonna make it big as a trio
SENT 4:21 AM
of course joonie~ go get some sleep now ok?
RECEIVED 4:22 AM
I will. Talk to you tomorrow
You looked up from your phone, watching familiar scenery roll past the windows of the bus. Beside you, Yoongi had fallen asleep, his head being jostled with every bump in the road. When the bus finally reached your stop, you shook Yoongi gently. The two of you walked the rest of the way home in companionable silence.
Two months later, you and Yoongi were stuck in the same position–the one you had been in for years. You and Yoongi released more and more recordings online, which brought little to no recognition and even less income.
Still, you mailed out CD’s and emailed files relentlessly. It felt like you sent hundreds out a day. Sometimes you’d receive a response, only to be invited to auditions with kids who were still in elementary school. You’d scoff at that.
“We should just make our own fucking label,” Yoongi would say sometimes, bitterness seeping into his tone.
At this time, Namjoon hadn’t been in as frequent contact as before. He texted less and hardly ever called. But he was training hard, and he sounded exhausted whenever you did talk to him.
By now, the sheets had lost their scent. You and Yoongi quietly packed away the remainder of Namjoon’s belongings–the one’s he didn’t deem important enough to bring with him, but were the world to you. They sat in a box, pushed into a dark corner of the apartment.
Slowly, Namjoon began to fade out of your life. The first time you walked into your flat, not expecting to see Namjoon spread across the sofa or on the floor, you realized that he was truly gone.
Two years later, you and Yoongi were working as songwriters. You sold your demos to some substantial companies, making your revenue off royalties. It was enough to make a living, and you could quit your day jobs.
Also, Namjoon had finally debuted.
You found out when one of the accounts you followed on Twitter shared a news article about him. Since Namjoon had stopped talking to you, any information you received was secondhand.
His music was nothing like you were expecting. It sometimes sounded manufactured, and his lyrics were no longer dark, cynical, or meaningful. He called himself Rap Monster, but his music was still tailored for the masses. It sounded like hip hop, but it didn’t feel like it.
Namjoon got popular pretty quickly. Soon, you could hear his music on the radio and he appeared on TV. Every time Yoongi heard him, he would change stations.
“Sellout,” Yoongi would spit.
But when you were alone, you would listen to Namjoon’s music. The familiar deep drone of his voice and the rapid, piercing intonation of his rap–it was a quiet comfort and a painful reminder. You missed the rapper who would perform passionately beside you. You missed the boy who would kiss you goodnight and good morning. Most importantly, you missed Namjoon, who would make you laugh, think, love, and cry.
The brightest boy in your life had left you with nothing but unwanted belongings and unanswered “what ifs?”
- Girl in Luv
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Earlier today, a 70 year old Coptic woman was stripped naked and paraded through the streets in a town in Minya (Upper Egypt) as retribution for the accusation that her son had had an affair with a Muslim woman. Two days prior, police had been notified of the rhetoric quickly disseminating throughout the town, including that which was enumerated in leaflets distributed after Friday prayers. A 70 year old woman. A lady old enough to be my teta, my grandmother, shamed and brought to her knees in her homeland.
This is a singular instance of the ongoing campaign of kidnappings, attacks, intimidation, and extortion of Copts in Egypt (72 cases from 2011-2014, according to Coalition of Coptic Egypt), re 13 year old Antonius Farag, whose family recently had to pay the ransomers the equivalent of around $34,000 in Egyptian pounds.
Egyptian police and security officials have done absolutely nothing to halt the continuation of this violence, remaining entirely unresponsive or apathetic to the plight of these Christians. This rash of persecution was exacerbated by the ouster of Islamist President Morsi, when proponents of the Muslim
Brotherhood took to the streets in search of scapegoats, torching 80+ (yes, over 80) churches throughout the country. The vast majority have not been rebuilt/repaired.
As Eric Trager correctly characterizes, Egypt is an “inefficient autocratic state”, and the regime, already guilty of human rights violations, has consistently failed to protect the minority Christians, with religious-based convictions in the form of oppressive blasphemy laws and the like having actually increased under Sisi. In fact, Mina Thabet, a Copt and Minority Rights Program Director at the Egyptian Commission for Rights and Freedoms, was recently arrested during a raid by plainclothes police, having been accused by the state of plans to overthrow the regime and of joining the Muslim Brotherhood (???).
But today is Africa Day. And I’m dedicating this post to my people, the Coptic Christians of Egypt, who have suffered so much and remained so steadfast in the midst all of it. Having forgiven the ISIS militants that beheaded our 21 last year, we are a people with so much love, and I want to remind even my Coptic friends of that, those who have become hardened by the world. We are the humble Zabaleen, the trash collectors; we are the doctors and accountants; we are the diaspora spread throughout the world; we are the martyrs. I’m so proud of my community and my people for having persevered throughout their trials. We are ignored in the West by the left, or tokenized, or used as pawns in the far-right’s political agenda; we are persecuted in the East, enduring systematic persecution and discrimination in the various sectors of our homeland.
So happy Africa Day to my people, the Copts, who have retained the language of the Ancient Egyptians, and most importantly, their crown of faith, remaining a triumphant remnant of the ancestors of the Egyptian people, kings and queens of the ancient world.