the deportees

anonymous asked:

Sanvers reunion after Alex almost got launched into fucking space!!

She didn’t go with Alex because she knows Alex.

She knows Alex will be more focused if Maggie is safe. Knows she will be less likely to get herself killed if Maggie is safe.

She hates it.

But she knows her.

And anyway, there are other refugees to keep safe.

And that’s the point of a power couple, right? Stronger together, but sometimes ride or die means riding solo on different parts of the same mission.

So she kisses her like she loves her – because she does, god, how she does – and she tries not to think about the kind of danger Alex is strutting into while she makes rounds on every alien in National City she knows, warning them, smuggling them out when necessary.

She has a few bruises of her own by the end of the day, but that pales in comparison to the pain that shoots through her core when Susan Vasquez calls her with a tight voice and shaking hands.

“Maggie, it’s Cadmus. They’re launching a ship with the refugees into space. Alex… Alex is on the ship.”

She doesn’t hang up the phone so much as she drops it, and she only bothers with her helmet because of muscle memory, and she only pays attention to red lights so she can swerve away from creating four-way crashes, and she forgets what speed limits are because Alex, Alex, goddammit how could she have ever let her go alone, Alex.

“What’s happening?” she demands, and Vasquez won’t let her into the control room. She takes Maggie around the waist and she holds her and she pins her arms to her sides and she rocks her when she breaks.

“Supergirl’s up there with her. She’ll save her, Maggie. They’ll both save everyone.”

“Then why won’t you let me into the damn control room?” she chokes with a wet rage she hasn’t felt since the massacre at the bar.

“I – “

But a cheer rises up, then, and Vasquez chokes out a dry laugh and lets Maggie run out of her arms.

“They’re okay? She’s okay?”

J’onn’s face is in his hands but he nods at the sound of her voice, and she takes Winn into her arms and doesn’t complain when he lifts her off her feet and spins her around.

She does complain a little when he damn near drops her, and Susan has to run over to stabilize them both.

But only a little.

She doesn’t let go of Winn’s hand until the troops return.

The troops, of course, being Supergirl, Alex, and a ship full of refugees, brutalized for being their very selves, abducted and maimed and hunted to satisfy the agenda of xenophobic supremacists who would surely add Winn and Maggie to the list of deportees, gladly, after finding that both of them had dated, had loved, aliens.

Only Supergirl and Alex come back to the DEO, of course, and Winn kisses Maggie’s cheek, hard, before sprinting off the moment he gets a text from Lyra telling him to meet her at the bar.

When a cheer erupts from the agents in the hall, Maggie sprints, too.

Straight into Alex’s arms, and Alex lifts her off her feet – more effectively than Winn – and pulls her in for a deep, breathless kiss that has J’onn averting his wet eyes and Susan whooping and all the agents clapping and Kara somehow laughing and crying at the same time.

Maggie pulls back first and starts checking over Alex’s body with worried hands before Alex has even put her down yet.

“Are you hurt, are you – you – fucking space, Alex!”

Because suddenly the laughter, the relief, is gone from her eyes, and only sheer terror fills them. Alex splutters and Maggie shakes her head and yanks Alex down for another hard, long, desperate kiss.

She’s the first to pull back. Again.

Space, Danvers! That wasn’t part of our deal!”

“Deal was, you help me save everyone – “

“Alex – “

“They needed me, Maggie, my father – “

“Yeah, I know, I’m proud of you, babe, and I’m in love with you for exactly that, but damnmit, Danvers, I need you too!”

Her voice is thick with tears and her eyes are shining with them, her face a map of defiance, of rage, of relief, of agony, of love, of loss, of fear, of hope, and the agents who were laughing and cheering moments before are now being shooed away by Supergirl and Susan, because the kissing was fun, but the confessions are private.

“You… Maggie you’re… you’re…”

“Not exactly how I wanted to tell you,” Maggie chokes, not meeting Alex’s eyes, her arms wrapped around her chest now, her jaw set, now, her heart shredded with feeling an infinity of different things at once, now.

Alex stares at Maggie’s downturned face for what feels like a millennium – which is how far away she could have been from her, forever, if her sister hadn’t saved them all – and when she can’t bear it anymore, she touches her index finger to Maggie’s chin and gently – gently, so gently, and god she’d almost forgotten what a gentle touch feels like in the last few hours – lifts Maggie’s face up to meet her eyes.

“I’m in love with you, too, Maggie. I… If Kara hadn’t saved us, I… my only regret would’ve been… I’m in love with you, too, Maggie.”

For a long moment, neither of them moves, and for a long moment, neither of them breathes.

“Ally,” Maggie breaks the silence, and this time, her kiss is soft, her kiss is open, her kiss is tender and firm and healing.

Her kiss is forever.

“Alex. When you get a moment to disentangle from Detective Sawyer, I need to speak with you upstairs.”

J’onn’s voice makes them jump apart, but they stay in each other’s arms.

“Acknowledged, sir,” Alex’s voice trembles, but her eyes keep locked in Maggie’s.

“They’ll want to question me, too, I imagine. It might be a few hours.”

“I’ll be here. Always.”

Alex smiles softly and squeezes Maggie’s hands and starts to walk away, though it makes her body ache.

But Maggie pulls her back, and Alex hears her breath hitch.

“I’m home, Maggie. I’m home. I’ll only be upstairs.”

“Not in space.”

“No, not that far upstairs.”

They share a watery laugh.

“Nerd.”

“Your nerd.”

“No one else’s, Danvers. No one else’s.”

The road to Siberia was horrendous. The people were packed into overcrowded animal wagons, with no mercy for even those who were pregnant or elderly. In most cases, the train carts that left Estonia with 60+ people arrived at their destination with less than ten people in the wagon. 

Men were separated from their wives and kids. In most cases, children never saw their father again as men were sent to GULAGs while women and children were re-located into faraway villages.

In some cases, mothers were also separated from their children. For some, this meant entire train ride was accompanied by non-stop screaming from mother who was separated from her children.

There was little to drink and little to no food. People on the train carts licked the condensed water off metal to get just a sip of water. The people who died were thrown off wagons - even infants and small children.

About first year a lot of deportees say they remember endless row of funerals and caskets. A lot of them saw their parents die because their parents gave their last food crumbs to their children.

So never say “it’s just a joke” about deportation related things. It wasn’t, it isn’t and it never will be.

missychloemon  asked:

Do you have any facts about Australia? I have to a school project on their school systems but Im not getting graded on it.

Australia and its school systems:

Australia was founded in 1901 by Jimmy “Crocodile” Austral, a deportee of England who was banished for cannibalism, having eaten 32 members of the House of Lords. In accordance with English colonial law, this entitled him to an entire already-inhabited continent.

Austral brought with him his pet rabbit, which was pregnant. Within three years, Australia was completely overrun by rabbits, which lead to Austral building a rabbit proof fence across the country, dividing it into West Australia and New South Wales, the directions North and East were only invented in 1909 and not introduced to Australia in 1921. Most of the rabbits west of the fence evolved into kangaroos, a species which contributed to the invention of the pocket. Most pockets in modern pants are harvested from live kangaroos to this day.

Austral’s son, Dundee Kidman Austral, founded the school system in 1924 as a means to separate native Australians from their children, so they could be more easily abused. About 70,000 hunter gatherers were collected and shipped to “Social Centers for Harrowing Offensive Outrageous Lugubriosity“ or “S.C.H.O.O.L.” where they were viciously broken down and tormented into acting like their insane English overlords. The practice proved so effective at beating children down that it soon caught on in England, then in the rest of Europe, and finally even in America, where schools exist to this day as centers where parents can dump their progeny to be abused in the most nauseating and insulting manners.

Having evolved since those days, presumably with the help of Darwin city, Australia is now a more peaceful land where only 87% of the wildlife is deadly, only 92% of native descendants are subjected to atrocious non-stop abuse, and a mere 99.8% of the English descended population are still cannibals. The school system has also changed over the years to feature more Catholicism.

Australia’s national anthem is “Waltzing Matilda,” a traditional ballad about a homeless man drowning in a puddle. It is currently ruled by Reichskanzler Abbott, a descendant of the Austral family who like his ancestors, lives on a strict diet of human flesh and whole raw onions.

Australia is divided into eight districts:

  1. The Capitol
  2. New South Wales
  3. Tasmanian South Wales
  4. Queen’s South Wales
  5. South South Wales
  6. North South Wales
  7. Victorian South Wales
  8. The West

Australia today thrives on its tourist industry, its pocket industry, and on funds siphoned from “New Zealand,” a set of subsidiary islands to its east where Hobbits are farmed for food and pets. Australia is best known across the world for its didgeridoos, which go like “Oowowowoeowoowowoeow.”

Good luck with your project!

New Rom

by Jimmy Story (Australia), published in Roads of the Roma
-for Josef and Gustav-

Who are we,
Roma without Romanes
who must read
our own history
in another tongue,
follow the butterfly
of our own being
across maps of imagination
trying to recreate
the lost structure
of our soul?

We are your children.
You, who fought battles,
traded metal, horses,
dreams and tongues
in order to survive;
who told the Magnificent Lie
and ended up in chains
as galley slaves,
deportees
outlaws and brigands
in ashes and lime.

If we learn Romanes
from books and not
our mother’s breast
it is only because
the long cloak of assimilation
the rubber stamp of jackboots
and the mask of shame
almost destroyed
the butterfly’s fragile wings.

If we travel in airplanes
rather than vurdon
it is because
our journey has taken us
so far apart.

We read the future
from a fax machine
and not a crystal ball.

If we reconstruct history
from dust and ashes
it is because this dust
came from our own feet
and the ashes from our bones.

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Vank Cathedral (Isfahan, Iran)

Vank Cathedral (also known as the Holy Savior Cathedral) is located in the city of Isfahan, in Iran. The church was established when hundreds of thousands of Christian deportees found a safe haven in Iran and settled there in the 17th century. In one corner of the courtyard there is a memorial to the 1915 Armenian Genocide in Turkey. Armenian-Iranians, the Vank Cathedral, and the other churches in Iran, stand as a major part of our Iranian history and culture.

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Some nationalities were deemed to be unworthy of membership in the new Soviet family. As early as 1923, the new regime had built high-security, fourteen-mile deep “frontier zones” along the new Soviet borders. But certain national groups living near the borders were still suspected of harboring sympathies for foreign powers. This was the official justification for a program of mass deportations of almost all ethnic groups with a Turkic connection, among them Crimean Tatars; North Caucasian Karachais, Balkars, and Kalmyks from the Caspian Sea; and Georgia’s Meskhetian Turks. In the Caucasus, they also deported Kurds, Armenian Hemshins, Chechens, Ingush, and Pontic Greeks. The execution of this policy virtually amounted to genocide. Soviet secret police troops closed off an entire region, rounded up hundreds of thousands of people—women and children as well as men, Red Army soldiers included—evicted them from their homes, crammed them into disease-ridden cattle-trucks, and sent them into permanent exile in Kazakhstan or Siberia. Their homelands were abolished, their cemeteries dug up, and their culture erased from the official record. As many as a quarter of the deportees died en route or never returned.
—  The Caucasus: An Introduction, Thomas de Waal. 

Bob Dylan
It All Came Crashing Down
Rolling Thunder 1976
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3. I Pity the Poor Immigrant
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By February 1915, Armenians serving in the Ottoman army were turned into labor battalions and were either worked to death or killed. By April, the remaining civilians were deported from eastern Anatolia and Cilicia toward the deserts near Aleppo in an early form of ethnic cleansing. The lines of Armenian deportees were set upon again and again by Turkish and Kurdish villagers who were often incited and led by specially designated killing squads, Teshkilat-i Makhsusiye. These units had been organized for their murderous purposes at the highest levels of the CUP [Committee of Union and Progress, precursor to the Young Turks]. Those Armenians who escaped massacre were very likely to perish of famine on the way. In this manner, between 1915 and the armistice in 1918, some 1 million people—out of a population of 2 million—were killed. Later, a half-million more Armenians perished as Turkish sought to free itself of foreign occupation and expel minorities. Thus, between 1915 and 1923 approximately one-half to three-quarters of the Armenian population was destroyed in the Ottoman empire.

“The Armenian Genocide as Precursor and Prototype of Twentieth-Century Genocide,” by Robert F. Melson in Is The Holocaust Unique?: Perspectives on Comparative Genocide

“Jewish deportees in the Drancy transit camp near Paris, France, in 1942, on their last stop before the German concentration camps. Some 13,152 Jews (including 4,115 children) were rounded up by French police forces, taken from their homes to the "Vel d'Hiv”, or winter cycling stadium in southwestern Paris, in July of 1942. They were later taken to a rail terminal at Drancy, northeast of the French capital, and then deported to the east. Only a handful ever returned.“

(Getty)

A 1989 article about the exodus of Muslims from Bulgaria to Turkey

some info about the Turks and Bulgarian Muslims During the Communist Rule

Starting in 1956, the regime gradually began to embark on a long-term assimilation policy towards the Turks in Bulgaria, which was routinely pursued with more or less intensity until the end of Communist rule and culminated in two periods of intensive campaigns, each lasting several years. The most wide-ranging and public one, directed against the Turks, took place in 1984-1985 and was officially called “the Revival Process” (a term also used, though more rarely, for the other large campaign, which was organized against the Pomak identity in 1971-1974). One of the main aspects of these campaigns were the forced name-changing episodes of the country’s Muslim population, as well as efforts to obliterate traditional clothing, prohibit Muslim customs and deny the use of Turkish language. Apart from these violent episodes, the long-term policy was expressed in various other facts: for example, Turkish-language publications were closed down one by one, and by 1981 only a single newspaper (Yeni Işık ) survived, until it ceased to be published in 1985.

The assimilation policy targeted first the Bulgarian speaking Muslim population, the Pomaks, continuing the practice of the pre-Communist regime. Some of the methods used by “Rodina” were adopted by the Communist regime and the Pomaks were systematically targeted mainly in 1964 and 1970-1974.

The Process of Rebirth  was the culmination of the assimilation. With this explicit policy, enacted between 1984 and 1989, the Bulgarian government forced Bulgaria’s Turkish community – 900,000 people or 10 percent of the country’s population, to change their names. By 1984 other Muslims, mostly the Muslim Roma and the Pomaks had already been forced to give up their Turkish or Muslim names for Christian names.

The exact reasons for Zhivkov’s mass-scale assimilation programme are unclear, but it is believed that one of the main factors was the projection that by 1990 the Bulgarian population would experience a zero or negative population growth resulting in increasing Muslim population and declining Bulgarian population.

On 25 December 1984, close to the town of Benkovski, some 3,000 Turkish protesters from the nearby smaller villages confronted Bulgarian security forces and demanded to have their original identification papers back. The Bulgarian security forces managed to disperse the crowd claiming that they have no idea where their identification papers were and urged them to go back to their villages and inquire from the local mayors. The large police presence was explained with undergoing security forces “exercise manoeuvres”. After returning to their towns and discovering that the local municipality didn’t have their passports and ID documentation the crowd headed back, this time more decisively, towards the town of Benkovski on the next day (26 December 1984). The Bulgarian police and security forces were prepared and awaiting with some 500 armed men in position. When the crowd of 2,000 Turkish villagers approached the Bulgarian security forces opened fire with automatic weapons wounding 8 people and killing 4. One of the killed was a 17-month old Turkish baby. Judging from the wounds of the dead and wounded the police and security force had been aiming at the midsection of the bodies.

On the same day, 26 December 1984, the Turkish community in the village of Gruevo, Momchilgrad county, resisted the entry of security forces vehicles into the village by burning truck tires on the main road. The villagers were temporarily successful, but the security forces returned later that night with reinforcements. The electricity to the village was cut. The villagers organised at the village entrance but were blasted with water mixed with sand coming from the hoses of the fire fighting trucks. Some of the security forces opened fire directly at the villagers and several civilians were wounded and killed. The wounded from bullets attempted to seek help from hospitals but were refused medical treatment. There are reports of incarcerated Turks committing “suicide” while held for police questioning. In demonstrations in Momchilgrad at least one 16-year-old youngster was shot and killed and there are reports of casualties also in Dzhebel. According to the Bulgarian “Ministry of Interior” during these few Christmas days there have been some 11 demonstrations in which approximately 11,000 Turks participated. A large number of the arrested protesters were later sent to the “Belene labour camp”.

One of the most notable confrontations between the ethnic Turk population and the Bulgarian State Security apparatus and army was in the village of Yablanovo during January 1985 where the Turkish population resisted the tanks of the 3rd Bulgarian Army for 3 days. When the village was overrun by the Bulgarian Army the town hall was made a temporary Command Centre and became the scene of terrifying acts of brutality in the name of “Bulgarisation”. The torture and violation of the captured resisting Turks was later continued in the underground cellars of the Ministry of Interior in the city of Sliven. Over 30 people are reported killed during the events in Yablanovo.

The regime’s violence did achieve its immediate aims. All Turks had been registered with Slavic names, Turkish was forbidden in public and the mosques abandoned. This however was not the end of the matter but the beginning of the revival of the Turkish identity where the oppressed minority strongly re-defined itself as Muslim and distinct.

In May 1989, there were disturbances in regions inhabited by members of the Turkish minority. In the so-called “May events” of 1989, emotions reached the boiling point and tens of thousands of Turkish demonstrators took to the streets in the north-eastern and south-eastern provinces. The demonstrations were violently suppressed by police and the military forces. On 6 May, members of the Turkish community initiated mass hungers strikes and demanded the restitution of their Muslim names and civil liberties in accordance with the country’s constitution and international treaties signed by Bulgaria. According to the Turkish government, 50 people were killed during the clashes with Bulgarian security forces. The Bulgarian government has put the death toll at only 7. Todor Zhivkov gave a speech on 29 May 1989, in which he stated that those who didn’t want to live in Bulgaria could emigrate to Turkey and demanded that Turkey open its borders in order to receive all “Bulgarian Muslims”. There followed an exodus of over 300,000 Turks to Turkey, which became known as “The Big Excursion”. The first wave of refugees was forcefully extradited from Bulgaria. These first deportees consisted of the prisoners of the Belene labour camp, their families and other Turkish activists. People were given 24 hours to gather their luggage before being driven to the border with Turkey in special convoys. Under psychological pressures and fear these were followed by hundreds of thousands. There were also cases were activists of Turkish movements pressured Turks to leave. During the protests in May, the Turkish population effectively abandoned their workplaces in the industrial and agricultural sector. The loss of hundreds of thousands of workers had severe consequences on the production cycle and the whole Bulgarian economy.

In 1998, the Bulgarian president condemned the Revival process and The Big Excursion, nine years after it took place.

theguardian.com
South Asian migrants say they were put in 'body bags' for deportation from US

According to detainees who witnessed the bags being used, to place a detainee in a so-called body bag, a group of ICE officers would first pin them to the ground, sometimes face-down. The detainee’s body would then be tightly wrapped in the security blanket and fastened with a series of Velcro belts. Limbs restrained, the deportee could then be carried on to the plane.

In a phone interview, 29-year-old Suhel Ahmed, described witnessing his fellow detainees being forcefully placed in the body bags.

“That’s something that made us really afraid,” said Ahmed. “And me and a lot of fellow detainees started crying and begging [the ICE officers] not to do the same thing to us – we told them, ‘we’ll walk, ‘we’ll walk’ [on to the plane].”

#FuckICE

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drawing the Armenian Genocide: April 6, 1916

14,000 Armenians are massacred in Ras-el-Ain (Ras ul-Ain). 24,000 deportees are reported still living in Ras-el-Ain (Ras ul-Ain).

(one mark for all 14,000 killed)

Fifteen of ‘15

It was a great year! (Musically speaking.) A slightly more elaborate recap and heartfelt acknowledgements to follow shortly on One Week // One Band as a state-of-the-blog post, but right here right now: Let’s get down to bizzzness…

MY FAVOURITE SONGS OF 2015

1. Molly Nilsson, »Mountain Time«
2. Tocotronic, »Die Erwachsenen«
3. Sufjan Stevens, »The Only Thing«
4. Florrie, »Too Young To Remember«
5. Torres, »Sprinter«
6. Beach House, »Space Song«
7. Becky G, »Lovin’ So Hard«
8. Julien Baker, »Something«
9. Jagwar Ma & Dreems, »Another Day in the Sun«
10. Tove Styrke, »Ego«
11. Blur, »Ghost Ship«
12. Kwamie Liv, »Higher «
13. Molly Nilsson, »1995«
14. U.S. Girls, »Sed Knife«
15. Shura, »2Shy«

BONUS TRACKS:

Natalie Prass, »My Baby Don’t Understand Me«
Father John Misty, »Holy Shit«
The Radio Dept., »This repeated sodomy«
Julia Holter, »Sea Calls Me Home«
Deportees, »Love Me Like I’m Gone«

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MY FAVOURITE ALBUMS OF 2015

1. Blur – The Magic Whip
2. Sufjan StevensCarrie & Lowell
3. Tocotronic – (Das rote Album)
4. Donnie Trumpet & The Social ExperimentSurf
5. Julien BakerSprained Ankle
6. Beach HouseDepression Cherry
7. U.S. GirlsHalf Free
8. Molly NilssonZenith
9. Julia HolterHave You In My Wilderness
10. Susanne SundførTen Love Songs

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GREATEST TUMBLR HITS, 2K15 EDITION

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PERSONAL YEAR IN REVIEW

Very hit-and-miss in the sense that I tried to hit and usually then I missed. No vintage year, but signs are pointing up — and sometimes that counts for something. Next year will be our year! (Rinse and repeat.) 4.7