Tattoo artists should be required by law to report any person who requests a swastika tattoo or any other neo-nazi/white supremacist symbol

alternatively tattoo artists who are willing to tattoo that crap need to reconsider their life choices 

I Held a Swastika.

Part of my hospital chaplaincy duties is to write a reflection on how it’s going. Identities may be altered for privacy. All the writings are here.

The nurse told me that the patient, Willard, had taken a bite out of another nurse. He had swung at one of the doctors and thrown urine at a surgeon. Willard had multiple organ failure and he couldn’t walk; he kept demanding to go home. “Get me a wheelchair, I’ll flop in and ride over you people.” The staff kept trying to get him to stay, to get treated, despite his violent non-compliance: because nurses and doctors have the guts to look past that stuff.

They called for a chaplain to ask about Willard’s family members, to see if anyone could pick him up when he was discharged. I was the lucky chaplain who took the order.

When I walked in, I immediately noticed the patient had a tattoo of a heart on his hand, near the inner-fold of his thumb, with a swastika in the middle of the heart. The cognitive dissonance was startling. Not “I love mom” or his wife’s name, I thought, with a bit of snark. But hate in your heart. Very subtle.

“He’s one of those, you know, angry old fogeys,” the nurse had whispered right before I walked in. The nurse was a Middle Eastern man, about my age, and I couldn’t imagine the awful things he had to go through with this patient the last few days.

My eyes locked on the swastika first. The symbol held a terrible place in my memory: when I was a kid, someone had spraypainted a red swastika next to the front door of my dad’s business. Though my dad had tried to paint over it, I could still see it on hot summer days, a scar on the wall and a scar in my head, a mad throbbing declaration of all the world’s ugliness dripping in crimson. I still dream about it sometimes, and in the dream I’ll peer down at my wrists, which are engraved with the same red marks down to the veins.

The patient, Willard, saw me and said, “Thank God, a chaplain, finally someone who can hear me.”

But I don’t want to hear you, I thought. And a sick part of me also thought, You deserve this. I hope you never leave. Then you can’t hurt anyone out there.

He said, “Look, I see your face, I’m not trying to hurt anybody. You get it? I just want to go home. Fetch me a f__ing wheelchair, would you?.”

Willard got louder. He clenched his fists and waved them around. It was rather sad to see someone so animated and aggressive while pinned down to a bed, like the blanket had eaten his lower half and he was trying to crawl out. “Come on, I told you people that I wouldn’t hurt nobody. I got a dozen things wrong with me, I’m not a danger to you, I want to go home and to die in peace. You hear me? I’m ready to go home and die.”

He went on like this for over a minute. That’s a long time to stand there and let someone monologue with escalating hysteria. He dropped more f-bombs and jabbed a finger at me and tried to point at the whole hospital. His voice got so loud that I was worried about the patients nearby, and that maybe the nurse would call security, or that Willard himself would keel over. At several points it looked like he wanted to hop out of the bed and punch my ankles. The strange swastika-heart tattoo flashed before me like a flag on fire.

I had half a mind to leave. I didn’t have to stay. I didn’t want to stay. I kept looking at that swastika. I kept thinking he deserved to be here, to be sick and sorry and helpless.

When Willard stopped talking for a moment, I said the only thing I could think of.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Willard. It sounds like you have a lot going on and it’s been really hard for you.”

He said, “Yes, yes it’s been hard. I swear, I’m not a bad person.” And he burst into tears.

Just like that, his face flipped from anger to grief, and his entire body melted into the bed. Just a broken down old man, crying.

Then he motioned so I could hold his hand. He needed me to hold that hand.

For a second, I stood there, confused and bewildered and infuriated. This is not okay, I thought. You’re everything I hate about the world. Why would you think this is okay?

I pictured two of me, one turning about face and never looking back and absolutely unable to endorse what this guy stood for, and the other me stepping forward in an ostensible betrayal of my deepest values, of my father, of that little child who had to ask why someone would paint such a dirty symbol of hatred over us. I remembered going with my dad to buy new paint, his face set and smiling and determined to be better than this, to make it in a harsh, lonely country that never fully welcomed him, but that he welcomed anyway, because he dared to believe in bigger dreams than the ones that had been painted for him. And I wondered if we were ever going to make it like this, that if we walked away from each other that we would ever heal, and if maybe the very same hands that could carve such scars could also build a life through those wounds, too.

Dad, you showed me something better. You dreamed bigger. You built the dream in me.

So I stepped forward anyway.

I held that man’s hand. I held his swastika, that ugly little tattoo with the heart tattooed around it. 

Willard sobbed, loudly. I asked if he believed in prayer, and he did. I prayed. When I finished, I tried to pull my hand back, but he wasn’t having it. The nurse walked in, a little alarmed, giving me that look: This guy is a real human being who cries, huh?

The nurse prepared a syringe and gave Willard a few shots. My hand was nearly crushed. Willard kept sobbing; I must’ve held his hand for fifteen minutes while he wept and wept. I was silent. No words would work here. And at some point, our hands together, I didn’t want to leave anymore. This all made sense somehow, some kind of crazy giddy exuberant kind of sense, like God or the universe or fate had aligned and unlocked and we were exactly as we were meant to be. I still wasn’t entirely comfortable, and I wasn’t okay with all this man represented: but I pictured a river breaking through, breaking up our old walls and taking down the guard-posts and making the roads new. I wish I could fully describe the lightness in my being right then, a kind of diffused outwardness from my elbow to my fingertips, like my arm was stretching with a pulse. We were painting something different, maybe for our first time. I didn’t think this made me the “bigger person,” because I had every instinct to leave, and there were plenty of times I had failed at this before. I only knew that I had to choose against myself, and choices like this matter, maybe more than the ones we want right now.

When we parted, Willard looked up at me with eyes brimming red.

He didn’t say anything. He only nodded. And inexplicably, we both laughed, just once. I don’t know why we laughed, but it was good.

Later, I told my fellow chaplain, “I have to tell you the craziest story.”

And my friend, at the end, laughed at the obvious symbolism.

“I guess you were the heart around that guy’s swastika.”

I could only nod. I was my father, painting over old scars.



Shortly before midnight on 8 November, 2008, a group of teenagers surrounded and attacked two men outside a train station in Patchoge, Long Island. One of these men was 37-year-old Marcelo Lucero, an Ecuadorian immigrant who worked as a dry cleaner. Tragically, during this event which was nicknamed “beaner hopping” by the cowardly and racist perpetrators, Marclo was stabbed to death by 17-year-old Jeffrey Conroy.

The prosecution said that the brutal attack and killing was a game to the group of teenagers, who took delight in attacking immigrants. Following the murder, many immigrants came forward and confessed that they had been targeted or discriminated against due to their race. The Suffolk County Police were scrutinised due to their nonchalant response in investigating hate crimes around the area. On the surface, Jeffrey Conroy seemed like your all-American boy. He was popular, he was a school athlete and played football, wresting, and lacrosse, but behind the façade he had created lay a darker sort of character. He had a swastika tattooed on his thigh and took pleasure in terrorising those of a different race.

On 19 April, 2010, Conroy was found guilty of manslaughter as a hate crime and also gang assault. He was sentenced to 25 years in prison and is serving his sentence at the Clinton Correctional facility in Dannemora, N.Y.


Me and my gf were walking back to her house and I found out that the guy who lives in front of me has a swastika tattoo. Technically she’s jewish because her mom was. What do I do?

I’m getting depressed, so I’m going to talk about Megamind.  Or actually, I’m going to talk about Minion.

I might write a fic based on this.

Minion is older than Megamind. He also remembers what happened, and he actually remembers more about the planet than Megamind does.

Minion knows from the beginning that his destiny, his purpose in life, is to look after his charge. His biped master/brother/friend, who needs a companion, a Minion, and who surely must have a destiny of his own. He teaches him about destiny.

Minion was the one who made sure he remembered how to speak their native language. Minion was the one who taught him the Scientific Principles and the Universal Laws of Motion (the real ones, the accurate ones that account for dark-matter and dilations of space-time over large enough areas).

Minion was the first of the two to figure out that anyone with a swastika tattoo was Trouble.

Minion researched techniques to deal with and fight off depression: Body-positive messages. Affirmation from yourself and others. Music. Laughing, frequently and deliberately. Exercise. Persue a goal; don’t ever stop moving, because you wont be able to start again.

He is not only researching these things on Megamind’s behalf.

Minion likes Miss Ritchi. She’s useful; plans go more smoothly with a hostage, and Metro Man tends to hold back more when there are witnesses nearby. An extremely honest TV reporter makes for a very good witness/safety net. Also, she makes Megamind happy, and Minion is in favor of anything that can achieve that (especially after the incident with the bridge). And she never laughs at them. Not once.

Minion is Megamind’s second in command. He helps run the criminal empire. He orchestrates the escapes. It’s his job to make sure everything goes smoothly, and it’s his job to make sure they know what’s going on in the underworld. He is an enforcer, a spy, and a crime boss in his own right, second only to the Master of All Villainy. He is good at his job.

Minion is an artist. He likes to experiment in the kitchen. He likes to sew and design new costumes, work with new materials. He likes to see his family happy.
He might possibly be okay with the idea of his family including more than one person. If they are trustworthy.

I’ve been doing some thinking, trying to figure out why I think Kylo Ren is less innately redeemable than Anakin Skywalker, despite the fact that they’ve been guilty of the same crimes.  I still stand by what I said before, that Kylo Ren has openly rejected numerous chances for redemption, but I think it’s more than that.

The real problem that I have is that Kylo Ren idolizes Darth Vader.

I mean, think about that for a moment.  What kind of man idolizes DARTH VADER?

It’s not like Darth Vader is one of those villains with good publicity, like Prequels-Era Palpatine.  He didn’t have a long respected political career.  He doesn’t have a reputation for wisdom or kindness.  There are no legends of secret heroic or noble deeds performed by Darth Vader.  He didn’t save kittens from trees or donate funds to widows or orphans in his spare time.

There is literally no redeeming quality to Darth Vader that makes him worthy of veneration or even respect.  Darth Vader was an instrument of terror and destruction.  He murdered, tortured, and maimed his way across the galaxy.

(Please note that I do think Anakin Skywalker had qualities worthy of respect.  But Kylo doesn’t venerate Anakin Skywalker.  He doesn’t give a shit about Anakin’s history of heroism before his fall.  And he doesn’t give a shit that Anakin came back to the Light to save his son.  Kylo idolizes VADER.)

And there’s no way Kylo Ren would not be aware of what Darth Vader was.  He grew up in the New Republic, in the first generation after the Emperor and Vader’s reign of terror.  There would have been news programs, memorials, museums, documentaries, retrospective interviews from people who had direct experience with Vader’s violence.  There likely was video and documentary records.  Witness statements.  Cheap tell-all novels.  All of this input that would have made very clear: “Darth Vader was a monster.”

And from his own family, Kylo Ren would have learned that Vader tortured his mother and his father, that Vader had terrorized and mutilated his uncle.  Even if Han and Leia never talked about it, Luke would have as an important lesson on how anyone, no matter how many terrible things they’ve done, could return to the Light.

So Kylo Ren KNOWS how evil Darth Vader was.  He knows that there was no secret kindness or heroism during the time that Vader was Vader.  He knows that Vader was basically a walking weapon of fear.  He knows that Vader caused immeasurable pain to the members of his own family.

And he idolizes him.

He doesn’t feel sorry for Vader.  He doesn’t admire the man that Vader had once been.  He doesn’t believe that Vader was a good man, the way Anakin had believed in Palpatine’s good press for years.

Kylo Ren knows Vader’s a monster, and idolizes him anyway.

And that’s why I can’t buy this “Kylo Ren was twisted up by Snoke, he doesn’t know Light from Dark” shit.  This is not a man who is confused.  ANAKIN was confused.  ANAKIN had a mentor who seemed to be a good, wise man and respected politician, who listened to him and planted poisonous little fears in his mind.  Kylo isn’t like that.

Kylo isn’t insisting that Vader was a misunderstood hero.  Kylo isn’t insisting that the Emperor was controlling Vader.  He isn’t insisting that Vader never did the horrible things that he’s accused of.

Instead, Kylo is repeating the same crimes.  And I don’t care if you’ve been raised to think Light was Dark (a bullshit claim even before we found out that Kylo Ren studied with Luke until he was 23), it doesn’t take much to figure out that murdering people is an evil thing to do.

Kylo’s not a victim.  He’s a privileged kid who grew up with a family who loved him, who was trained in amazing powers, and he apparently decided that this wasn’t enough for him.  Now he’s joined the science fiction universe version of a neo-nazi organization.  (And for the record, calling Hux a nazi while sympathizing with Kylo, is like looking at a group of swastika tattooed skinheads and saying “Gross, but the one with the Hitler mustache…he’s clearly not one of them.”)

That’s the big difference between Anakin and Kylo for me though.

Anakin became a bully and a monster, but he didn’t start out that way.  He made a lot of bad decisions and trusted the wrong people, and then finally crossed a line of no return.

Kylo is a bully and a monster who idolizes a bully and a monster.  He might have started off as an innocent person too, but one has to ask exactly when did little Ben Solo decide that the man who hurt every single person in his family was worthy of admiration and respect.  And what does that say about him?

ak-romanov  asked:

200 notes and I'll tattoo a hammer and sickle on my inner thigh when I'm 18.


anonymous asked:

I was shocked by the Exploited lead singer story, but I refused to just accept the fact he is a nazi so I personally asked him to explain via chat. Well, he replied and he told me "we always get idiots who never listen and just make up stuff", that he actually didn't know the guy in the photo was a nazi and that he poses with everyone, not caring if black, white, mexican, etc (so... racist?). Then he added "we have always been anti fascist and I have had loads of fights against nazi cunts".

Yeah I’m not buying that.

Everyone knows screwdriver are racist and in the photo with Wattie, the lead singer is wearing a white power shirt. No escaping that.

He did several gigs with Haggis. All you gotta do is listen to one of their songs and you will understand where their political allegiances lie.

He has a swastika tattoo. Allow me to repeat that: HE HAS A SWASTIKA TATTOO. Even if he got it years ago “when punks did that kinda thing”, he must understand that it is not ok. Get a cover up for fuck sake.

He used homophobic slurs aimed at Jello after he came out as bisexual.

I truly think it’s amazing how so many people on here reblog “FUCK NAZIS” and whatever but if you call out a band they like for it, everyone jumps on the defence and gives the ‘Benefit of the doubt’.

Fuck that. Stop defending bigots.

anonymous asked:

This is an extremely sensitive issue, and I apologise off the bat if I say something upsetting in this. I am ethinically Hindu - while I don't subscribe to the belief, my family does. We, as a family, celebrate the festivals, and i enjoy posting pictures of the same on my blog. The swastika, which Hitler used as a symbol of his horrifying regime, is one that has had religious significance for Hindus for millenia and is used during our festivals. The photos have led to well-meaning people (1/2)

(2/2) both Jewish and non-Jewish, calling me out for anti-semitism. Could you guide me as to how to refute these claims without saying something that might be construed as insulting or anti-semitic?

This is the prime example of why cultural appropriation is wrong. What the Nazis did to the Swastika is a crime against Hindus and Hinduism. They have stolen and desecrated something that is of great significance to your people and that is a wrong for which you have every right to be angry. 

I don’t have a simple solution to your problem, I wish I did. My best solution is to let you use this post as you see fit. You and other Hindus are free to spread and reblog this as you see fit with my full approval as a Jewish descendant of Holocaust survivors.

- Hindus have every right to use the Swastika for religious and cultural purposes as they have for millenia. 

- So long as they are not using them to spread Nazi ideology or to threaten Jews or other groups persecuted by Nazis, it is their right to reclaim what was stolen from them.

- While what the Nazis did to Hindus was not what was done to us, they are still victims in this situation and they have been wronged by the Nazis. They are on the side of justice, not on the side of the Nazis. 

- Allies in the fight against anti-semitism need to learn the difference between peaceful use of the Swastika as part of one of the world’s oldest ongoing religions and its use as a symbol of hate. The distinction is easy to make once you learn what to look for. Here’s a hint, if the Swastika is in a Hindu household, it’s not anti-semitism. If it’s spray painted on the side of a Jewish fraternity, it most definitely is.

- In an ideal scenario, the Swastika will be seen as a religious symbol with no violent connotations. For this to happen, it must stop being used by Nazis, White Supremacists and other hate groups. It is not the responsibility of Hindus to stop these groups, however. Again, they are a wronged party in this situation.

On the other side of the equation:

- People who are not Hindus or part of related cultures and faiths whose use of the Swastika pre-dates have no right to reclaim it. It is not theirs. They should not reclaim it on behalf of those cultures if it isn’t theirs. 

- If you are White, don’t use a Swastika in public. Period. I don’t care how anti-semitic you think you aren’t. Don’t wear one. Don’t get a Swastika tattoo. Don’t shave one into your hair. Don’t wear swastika Jewelry. Don’t wear swastika pins. Don’t wave swastika flags. Don’t use a swastika bumped sticker. 

- Jews, Romani and other groups that have had the Swastika used as a racist symbol against them will feel triggered and threatened by these images because of how they’ve been used against in the past and present. While it is wrong for them to accuse you of anti-semitism for posting those images, recognize that that reaction is a response to horrifying cultural trauma and it’s not always easy for us to make those distinctions, even if we know better in our higher order reasoning. Seeing a Swastika when I’m not expecting to puts me in a heightened “fight or flight” state. Please try to extend us a bit of understanding in those contexts. I recognize that this isn’t completely fair to you, but just as I recognize that it’s not your fault that the Swastika was stolen from you, I ask you to recognize that those same thieves have used it to terrorize us and our reactions to seeing it are a part of that wrong and not any kind of deliberate effort to suppress the free practice Hinduism on our part.

- If anyone is going to post pictures of Swastikas on social media, even for the most innocuous and appropriate of reasons, please, please tag them. Again, they are triggers. 

- Avoid using Swastikas in public spaces in countries with non-negligible Jewish or Romani populations.

- In efforts to reclaim the Swastika, do not go after Jews, Romani or other Holocaust victims. However important the symbol might be to you, we are not the ones who stole it. Demanding that we not react to it with fear or anger is unreasonable. We are the ones that the thieves are attacking with it. If they stop using those symbols to terrorize us, we will eventually stop asking not to see them. But in a time when Jews and Romani are regularly threatened with swastikas on our homes, cultural centers, cemeteries and other places where we live, pray and bury our families, it makes us feel like our lives and safety don’t matter. Don’t forget that, however unfair it is and however much it isn’t your fault, Swastikas represent a mortal threat to us and we must react accordingly.

Let us know if you have other questions or concerns.