this seems to happen daily

Rant on antisemitism

How do people think it’s over
HOW
People think it ended magically with the holocaust.

I’ve met people who think I’m literally not human. I’ve met people who have said they wish they could kill me. I’ve met nazis. I’ve met holocaust deniers.
I went to a Jewish preschool as a child. It had to have police at all entrances at all times, because they were worried that it would get shot up. IT WAS A PRESCHOOL. I thought all preschools had police guards until recently.
My local Jewish youth center was shot up the other year.
My synagogue had swastikas spray painted on it. It’s in the middle of a very safe neighborhood. The people who did it where never caught. They could be literally anyone. I might KNOW them. Their kids could go to my school.
Antisemitic attacks seem to happen daily in Europe.
Every time there’s a big crime committed I have to sit back and pray that the criminal doesn’t have a Jewish sounding last name because if they do I know it will lead to a spike in antisemitic hate crimes

There is a white supremacist meeting happening somewhere right now. Right now there are people sitting around and talking about how I deserve to die. There are people saluting to the man who murdered six million people for being like me. Theres a white supremacist group somewhere talking about their plans to murder someone for being like me.

I could be the next antisemitic hate crime victim. Not many would care. Some people would celebrate the death of s Jewish person.

But most people would continue to sit back and continue to say “antisemitism died with hitler”

@wedreamorwedie ;; continued

Oh, Lily was straight, but the mixture of alcohol and a randomly thrown out dare got her attention. She killed people for a living and was not going to be called a chicken for anything anytime soon. So she got up, giving Daniel -who was severely amused- a look. He, probably more than anyone, would love to see Lily kiss a woman. It was not something that happened daily, yet something that she seemed to have refused until this very moment.

With a brief shaking of her head she approached Clemintine, dragging the girl up from her position to push Clemintine against the wall and kiss her. Her hand moved over Clemintine’s breast. If she’d do this she’d do it well.

   Clemintine turned her head up as she heard her name, and she certainly wasn’t expecting her to go ahead with the dare. The girl looked up at her as she approached, her cheeks flushed as she was pulled up and pushed against the wall. Her eyes closed as her lips automatically moved back against Lily’s out of insinct more than anything else. 

   Hesitantly, her hand moved to press against her back, but apart from that she made no other moves. The girl allowed Lily to control the situation, after all, she wasn’t exactly into girls as much as Clem was. 

“It’s been pretty crazy, especially as it’s only our first record. I’d always dreamed of playing bigger venues but I never thought I’d be played on the radio so much. I just always wanted to play gigs to more and more people, but never thought it would happen on the first record. I was expecting it would take people a few albums at least to get to know who we are. We never had a particular game plan to try and get out in front of as many people as we could but it seems to be happening on a daily basis now, more and more people are coming across the record,’ he admits over the hustle and bustle of his dressing room, four hundred miles across the North Sea. ‘It’s amazing – I just got a phone call the other day saying that Every Kingdom had gone back into the top ten!’ - Ben Howard

Photo: Marcus Paladino Rider: Pete Devries

Published by The Inertia (http://www.theinertia.com/surf/surfers-see-more-surfing-is-so-much-more-than-riding-waves/) Alternate copy published by The Tofino Times.

If you’ve travelled to somewhere with the intent to surf, then you get to know the destination in a different way than other travellers. We get to look back on a town or beach setting from the water angle.

For example, the view from beyond the breakers to shore in Tofino, a tiny surf town on the west coast of Vancouver Island, British Columbia, is stunning. When sunlit, the rainforest runs thick from distant mountains down to the hard packed sandy beach. The thick wood panelled greenery looks soft like mossy undergrowth underfoot. Mountains peak and slope, cutting the landscape into raw slices.

We also get to see some of the most magical moments the ocean has to offer. We dedicate so much time bobbing around off shore that natural wonders seem to happen on a daily basis. We get the best view and get to interact with sea life. That’s a double win right there.

In Australia, I’ve surfed with dolphins and sharks. In Nicaragua, there were manta rays and sting rays. In northern Mexico, there were seals checking us out. Now surfing in Canada, it is common to share the divide between ocean and air with porpoises, seals and otters.

In Costa Rica we were surfing Playa Hermosa with few people in the water. A local guy told me to swim to the bottom and be still, be quiet. I did as he said, and at first there was nothing happening. As I was about to push for the surface a haunting song found its way to me. I could hear the song of whales swimming just off the coast. I couldn’t see them but I could hear them. It was magic.

That’s the closest I’d been to whales before spending the summer in Tofino.

I was surfing a well-known spot that works on low tide with two friends. We paddled out next to a huge rock using the rip to swing us out into the empty line-up. One friend took off on the first wave and made it through a few sections. We were watching her ride toward the end section when the whitewash behind her exploded. My first thought was of a rock we’d missed seeing, but the water kept boiling; sucking down and swirling in strange patterns. Something alive was down there – something big. My second thought was an orca and now I’m going to get chomped. I put my feet up on the board so I wasn’t dangling whale sized celery sticks.

A long barnacled flipper slapped the water surface a few metres away. Now I knew it was a grey whale, but even an innocently inquisitive nudge could snap my board or my body. It’s hard to imagine the scale unless you’ve sat a few feet away from one. The water continued to boil as the body rolled toward us, revealing an ancient eye that took me in and decided I was boring. The whale’s tail came up and down as it pumped back out into the ocean. It was magical, and I regret not being brave enough to dive underwater to have a good look at this enormous creature. Maybe next time, if there is one. It was magical, freaky and freakishly awesome. Then we shared great waves to ourselves for two hours. Wave riding is the cake. Everything else about surfing is icing.

By Harry Patchett