“We have deep concerns by the respect and the guaranties of the human rights in that country, where there is a large number of cases of murder, brutality and police abuse, particularly against the African Americans; the right to live is violated as a result of deaths by firearms,” the statement read.
It went on to list a litany of concerns: racial discrimination, salary inequality between genders, the marginalization of immigrants and refugees from Islamic and other countries, Trump’s proposed wall on the southern border, his decision to pull out of the Paris climate accord, the imprisonment of enemy combatants at Guantanamo Bay, the killing of US and foreign citizens in drone attacks, the preface for and conduct of the wars in Iraq and other Middle Eastern countries, and estimates that the Republican health care bill would cause 23 million people to lose medical insurance.
Research from the Institute for Policy Studies shows that recent Wall Street bonuses are way out of line with minimum wage earners. Waaaay out of line. And that's just their bonuses.
Make you think twice about raising the minimum wage? And think about this – there’s a greater economic impact because low-wage people spend most, if not all, of their money because they have to. They have to pay for a place to live, feed their families, clothe their kids, and so on and so forth. That spending has a much greater stimulative effect on the economy.
While high wage earners may spend more on big ticket items, they can also afford to stash extra cash in a bank.
The researchers estimate that every dollar going to low wage workers adds an estimated $1.21 to the economy whereas each dollar going to high-income households adds only $0.39.
she wasn’t just reprimanded, she was denied peer-to-peer bonuses by management… her peers were thanking her for helping them make more money and her bosses were refusing them… and this is after they tried to threaten her thinking she didn’t know the law and that they couldn’t fire her for making salary discrepancies known.
no matter how many mean and grumpy things you say about the white people, which include me, my parents, grand pa pa and ma ma i will always love and support you from afar, from anonymous. i will continue to spend my white girl earned money on charities for woc and poc and using my education paid for by my oil engineer grannydad's salary on voicing inequality to my fellow uncoordinated black culture appropriating dressed people. and i will always follow you.
In my life, I’ve always had two major female figures to guide me: my mother and my grandmother on my dad’s side. My mother always presented herslef as a feminist and always tried to show us (my brother and I) when something wasn’t right in the way women were treated in the world (salaries, inequalities, rape, sexism…). Regarding my grandmother, things were a little bit complicated…
I, as a little girl, spent all my holidays in the mountains at my gran’s with my older cousins. I ran in the mountains, came back injured, with bruises and insects in boxes, mud on my clothes and all that stuff that made my grandmother say I was a “tomboy” and made my mom explain: “you won’t have beautiful legs if you keep hurting your legs”
At the time, it didn’t matter because I felt it was who I was: if I had to be considered as a “tomboy” and loose my “leg potential” to go barefeet in the mountains and have fun with my cousins, then so be it. This unilateral vision my gran and quickly all the people I knew adopted, saying I was "almost not a girl", a “tomboy”, “ a “girl that wants to be a boy” was okay for me, because I felt it defined me.
Rapidly though, I realised being a “tomboy” was frowned upon. The girls in my classes avoided me and the boys rapidly did the same because of all that primary school stuff. I had one friend, a boy that was as unpopular as me, and it was okay.
When I entered middle school, I didn’t feel as a “tomboy” anymore, but I didn’t want to wear dresses and “girly” things neither. My mom, who tried during all my childhood to put me in dresses and skirts had abandonned, but everytime I saw my grandmother, she’d always have the same comment: “you should be more feminine”. And this single sentence defined all my middle school years, said by either family members or just girls of my class (like wtf mind your own business?)
Slowly, as I grew up and crossed puberty, I found myself interested in those girly things I hated before, and in my two first years of high school, I started using make up, puting skirts on, going to parties or in bars with friends, and just dress and act the way I felt the closer to who I was.
As I was beginning to finally fit in, I thought my grandmother and my mom would finally be pleased.
I’ve never been that wrong in my life.
The moment I put skirts on, my mom told me they were too shorts, that I needed to be careful to men outside, that I shouldn’t wear such tops or such lipstick colors. My gran even told me I was dressed as a whore. And I know sometimes us girls dress with very little clothes on, but I didn’t, I wore skirts that stopped at mid-thigh and tops that were not even tights, and even if I did, as my cousin’s girlfriend, dress with almost nothing on, I wouldn’t have saw it as a “whore outfit”, because, after all, it was my own body, my own business.
This sudden change from my mom, that seemed to forget all her feminists thought from my childhood, and this increasment of my gran’s comments made me gradually realise something was wrong. I kept wearing what I liked and going out, but I couldn’t wear skirts when I was alone, I couldn’t go out without a boy with me, I had to avoid eye contact with men when I went out.
Me, who was avoided for not being a girl enough during my childhood, discovered that being a woman meant shutting the fuck up and let men touching my body, kissing me, calling me a bitch if I said no.
I started to talk about it with my girl friends and a lot of them told me: “it’s okay, it’s boys, girls shoudn’t ask for it”. Hopefully I found other people to share my questions with and find answers. One of those was my Dad.
My Dad, who never told me about inequalitiesbetween men and women, who always told me to go and do whatever I liked, who always told me I was beautiful no matter what I put on, who always showed me that I could be whatever I wanted, who never told me: don’t do that, you’re a girl, don’t answer to men you’re going to make them angry, avoid eye contact showed me what a woman could do.
By never bringing me back to the fact I was a woman, my Dad made me understand far more than my mom ever did.
Now that I just live my life as I want and don’t ask anybody’s mind to dress the way I want and go out whenever I want, I can see that my Mom and my Gran didn’t mean to be “sexists” or to lock me in some hypersexualized image of the woman, they were just, for my Gran, from another time, and for both of them, scared by men outside that could hurt me.
Whatever you do, there’ll always be someone to remind you that you’re a woman and it should define this or that way of being, and it’ll be people you love, people you don’t know, people who shouldn’t do this. Because it’s the society we live in now.
The important is that you find the way you can be yourself at 100% and that you try to be this person. If you do, you’ll find more and more people to encourage you and accept you the way you are.
Well said! Thanks for writing!
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