On this day in 1945, the Auschwitz-Birkenau
concentration camp in Poland was liberated by the Soviet Red Army. One of the most notorious camps of Nazi Germany, Jews and others persecuted by the Nazi regime were sent to Auschwitz from 1940 onwards. During its years in operation, over one million people died in Auschwitz, either from murder in the gas chambers or due to starvation and disease. As the war drew to a close and the Nazis steadily lost ground to the Allied forces, they began evacuating the camps and destroying evidence of the war crimes and crimes against humanity committed there. The
leader of the SS, Heinrich Himmler, ordered the evacuation of the
remaining prisoners at the camp as the Soviet Red Army closed in on the area.
Nearly 60,000 prisoners from Auschwitz were forced on a march toward
Wodzisław Śląski (Loslau) where they would be sent to other camps; some
20,000 ended up in the Bergen-Belsen camp in Germany. However, thousands
died during the evacuation on the grueling marches, leading to them
being called ‘death marches’. 7,500 weak and sick prisoners remained in
Auschwitz, and they were liberated by the 322nd Rifle Division of the
Soviet Red Army on January 27th 1945. Auschwitz remains one of the most
powerful symbols of the Holocaust and the horrific crimes committed by
the Nazi regime against Jews and numerous other groups.
Clipped wings, I was a broken thing Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing You would wind me down I struggled on the ground, oh So lost, the line had been crossed Had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk You held me down I struggle to fly now, oh
But there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide We hold on so tight, we cannot deny Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive, oh Yes, there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide We hold on so tight, but I don’t wanna die, no I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, yeah
I’m not gon’ care if I sing off key I find myself in my melodies I sing for love, I sing for me I shout it out like a bird set free
If this isn’t Feyre’s theme song with being in the spring court then I don’t know what is.
Bird Set Free– Sia
Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing
You would wind me down
I struggled on the ground
So lost, the line had been crossed
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk
You held me down
I struggle to fly now
But there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive
Yes, there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, but I don’t wanna die, no
I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die
No fuck this. A black woman, who has built an entire career on only outdoing herself, who shut down every avenue of the music scene, was pitted against a white woman, who, while is INSANELY talented in her own right, but didn’t exactly break the musical ground, just LOST AN AWARD THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HANDED TO HER ON A SILVER PLATTER! And the fact that she won the fucking URBAN award that I have literally never heard of before is just so fucking disgusting. Beyoncé is an artist. She is a ground breaker. She is what DEFINES THE MUSIC INDUSTRY! She. Creates. How. The industry works. I’m so furious right now.
The fact that the award had to be a tribute to an alive, capable, AMAZING, INDUSTRY DEFYING, black woman, instead of genuinely won by her is disgusting.
I totally get the argument that it’s OK – good even – to be friends with people who have different opinions than you. On whatever topic. I totally agree. However, I am not “friends” with a number of the people I follow or people in the fandom I don’t follow but whose posts I sometimes reblog. The only reason I follow or reblog then is because we agree on this very specific topic and I’m interested in their thoughts on it. Once that common ground is lost, I have no reason to continue the relationship that was premised only on that thing. That doesn’t mean I wish them ill or have any problem with them changing their mind or expressing their opinion. It just means the thing that connected us no longer does.
(And this is not a situation where I need to expose myself to new and different ideas. First, we’ve all heard those ideas already. Ain’t no new arguments around here. Second, this subject is not anything my opinion has any impact on. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. Who cares? This isn’t politics. Third, this is meant to be fun. Again, I can’t influence anything. It doesn’t actually affect my life. Why subject myself to repeated exposure to things I vehemently disagree with?)
A Never tree tried hard to grow in the centre of the room, but every morning they sawed the trunk through, level with the floor. By tea-time it was always about two feet high, and then they put a door on top of it, the whole thus becoming a table; as soon as they cleared away, they sawed off the trunk again, and thus there was more room to play.
50 years ago today, January 27, 1967, the crew of Apollo 1 was lost during a ground test of their spacecraft. The California Science Center honors this event, along with the loss of Challenger and Columbia, with a wreath sitting beneath Space Shuttle Endeavour. The crew of Apollo 1, Gus Grissom, Ed White and Roger Chaffee, made it possible for future flights to continue through Apollo, just as Endeavour carried the torch as the replacement vehicle for Challenger.
Shortly before we lost him, Gus Grissom said, “If we die, we want people to accept it. We’re in a risky business, and we hope that if anything happens to us it will not delay the program. The conquest of space is worth the risk of life.” Thanks to the Apollo I crew’s sacrifice, we’ve been able to continue on.
Grissom’s quote and the words of another great man still ring true through Endeavour’s pavilion. “Surely the opening vistas of space promise high costs and hardships, as well as high reward…This country of the United States was not built by those who waited and rested and wished to look behind them. This country was conquered by those who moved forward; and so will space.” – President John F. Kennedy
I’m in love with an angel, heaven forbid.
Made me a believer with the touch of her skin.
I’d go to hell and back with you,
Stay lost in what we found.
Worlds apart we were the same,
Until we hit the ground.
you find me in my lonely places
you save from my darkest spots
I love you, still
after all these years of heartbreak
I love you, still
after you turned me into a ghost
in this burning universe stretched out before us
spilling our lost innocence on the ground in red, white and black
like that painting of death and a maiden
we are hope and love, we are the ones who thrive in the shadows
when they tell the story of us
they’ll say we are the artists of death who create life