tools of terror


This must seem like an old record but I have friends in London. I have loved ones in London, they’ve told me they’re okay but it doesn’t take away nervousness you feel when you don’t know that they’re okay. They saw everything. They saw what had happened.

I’m putting this up for you to send up a prayer for those involved (and my friends) they praised the emergency services, they praised the act of civilians in getting people to safety (including themselves).

I don’t do this - infact apart from Manchester, this is the first time I’ve done this - but pray for them please. Because even though they’re safe there are still (allegedly) 3 men at large and wanting to do harm.

I can’t imagine what is happening or what people are feeling but I wish I was there protecting them.

pomrania  asked:

Vader's suit was designed by Palpatine to raise lots of awkward questions, solely for the purpose of making Vader feel uncomfortable.

i like to think plenty of thought into what makes other people uncomfortable was in the mix - the loud, repetitive, jarring breathing, the cut of the mask that throws its features into shadow, the darkness, it’s all a calculated tool of terror. vader’s a very marketable look, if you’re in the market to make people piss themselves.

Pre-War Senate

“Autobots wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of the Decepticons!”

That’s all that it has been about. Sure we got stories with characters and this happens on earth and everything that, but for so long the background has been just that. Megatron leads the Decepticons, Megatron is a tyrant, Optimus Prime leads the Autobots to fight the Decepticons, to fight for freedom for all sentient beings.

I will admit that the only continuities I know of is G1, Animated, Aligned and IDW. Maybe Dreamwave had some background, maybe did the Unicron Trilogy, but it feels for me that it wasn’t until Aligned and IDW that the focus went from the current war towards how it did start. We got Megatron Origins, a miniseries that was first intended to be part of the Dreamwave comics but when that went under it was picked up by IDW some time into IDW’s run.

Then we got the Binder of Revelations, Aligned’s Pitch Bible which did go into the background of Cybertron and background of Megatron and Optimus Prime. A detailed look into what made the world of Transformers for the Aligned continuity. And then lastly we got James Roberts’s work in MTMTE and the first Transformers Ongoing’s Chaos Theory.

And because I can’t really resist I’ll go into James Roberts’ pre-war Era, focusing on the Senate that partially created the situation that paved the grounds for Megatron and the war.

One thing that everyone manages to associate the Senate with is the rampant Functionism. And it starts at the beginning.

Nova Major, after all the Primes were gone, except Alpha Trion, worked with Alpha Trion and Galvatron to create a new government in Cybertron. He put him as the leader of Cybertron with everyone following him. No longer there were Thirteen Primes that split Cybertron into different groups, but only one Prime. And Nova Prime, using the Creation Matrix as a symbol of the Primes, set himself as that leader. And he had ideas on how Cybertron should be ruled.

The Senate might have come a bit later, where Nova wouldn’t be able to handle all the day-to-day of ruling Cybertron. He would have chosen those that he deemed worthy of ruling, not one of those beastformers or any others that would not be fit to rule according to Nova Prime. That would be the basis of the Cybertronian Senate.

Nova Prime, not wanting to stop at Cybertron but also wanted to spread the Cybertronian race to the stars, took critical decisions to accomplish that. But one of those decisions was the construction of the First Ark, which took him and his band of close friends and followers to the Dead Universe, leaving Cybertron without a Prime to rule them.

Nominus Prime is the one that comes in Nova’s stead. But he is barely a footnote in the history of Cybertron, despite the fact that he ruled for a while. What changed?

The fact is that the Senate gained in power after Nova’s disappearance. Maybe they were without a Prime for a while as they were waiting for Nova’s return, maybe Nominus Prime was weak-willed. But the Senate gained in power, maybe this was when the Cog was formed, but the position of a Prime weakened, leaving Nominus to be a figurehead. What is known is that Functionism grew in that era, most likely to make sure that the “appropriate” people were left in charge.

If Nova Prime hadn’t disappeared the problem wouldn’t have developed. As Nova Prime disappeared so did the interest in expanding to the stars. But the Cybertronian race continued to grow. Extravagant style became the norm, and the energy of Vector Sigma is seemingly endless. Senator Shockwave noticed the problem that would come to this but no one listened. No one cared for the truth because it was inconvenient, because it was dangerous. It was a long time ago that the Senate stopped serving the people of Cybertron and began serving themselves.

But even though they kept denying what was happening, it didn’t mean that things were going unnoticed by others. It isn’t exactly easy for a miner to see the growing energy crisis, but he sees the unrest in society, he sees the unfairness of it all as bots like him receive less fuel and face the fact that there is no upwards mobility for someone like him.

And that does not go unnoticed by those who want to keep things as they are. The Senate does everything it can to make sure that people are happy where they are. Functionism becomes a tool to reassure the people that they got a place in society, because even when they don’t have a favorable place in it they’re still part of society in whole and there is no need to start ask questions.

And those that persist in asking questions, well…

There are other methods to control them.

Proteus was a big player behind the Pre-war Senate. He was among the most pro-active members of the Senate, ready to take the big decisions and take responsibility for them. In a bid to gain the Power of the Matrix of Leadership he attacked Nominus Prime with the help of Sentinel, the head of security, and then staged it to look like an Terrorist attack, framing the anti-Functionist Triple M faction. But as the Matrix was proven false Proteus arranged it so that Nominus Prime was killed so he could put his own pawn, Sentinel, as the Prime, for him to command and control.

Proteus was the one who really started the second Civil War of Cybertron. He issued the clampdown, he launched the Deception Registration Act, he probably issued the order to brainwash Megatron. His quest for power and his pro-active ways to keep the Senate in power caused severe ripple among the population of Cybertron, one that enabled Megatron to be heard by others and others agreeing with him as they were suffering from the opression of the Senate.

The Tyrant is dead. Long live the Tyrant.

Sentinel Prime was however always a puppet. He didn’t last long and Proteus controlled him. All the control Sentinel had was to make his own Elite Guards that he commanded, not the Senate and not Proteus. He chased down annoying rebels that barely got the attention of the Senate itself. And when the Senate fell he fell in turn, arrogant and believing his own hype which was his downfall.

Zeta comes then forwards, one of those modified by Shockwave to carry the Matrix. He had his eyes set on the price for a long time, and Orion Pax was nothing but a tool in his hands to get him the title of Prime. Zeta Prime manipulated Orion Pax and his outlier pack to be tools of terror, annoying the Senate, especially as they fought for the Hot Spot. While the Hot Spot was in the shape of a hand, and it could have been used as Functionist proof, those that wanted to take over wanted to experiment on the hot spot to create Outliers, which is not a Functionist agenda.

Zeta simply saw the opportunity to use Orion Pax to harass the senate, driving his own agenda through. And then finally, after getting more power and influence within the senate, he “stopped” Orion Pax and his gang, handing them over to Sentinel Prime to be part of the Autobot Security Services. Orion Pax and Trailbreaker were in the Autobot Security Services during the events of Megatron Origins.

When Zeta became Prime after Sentinel’s death it was more of a military takeover than anything. He began to aggressively recruit Autobots to make sure that the Decepticons didn’t have that many people among them. He also gave more rights to the disposable class so that the Decepticons lost even more followers and it undermined the message of the Decepticons. While he did rebuild the Senate he elevated the position of Prime back to how it was when Nova Prime was still around.

But power corrupts, and it was Zeta’s downfall. He was much more effective dictator than Sentinel or Proteus was, but Megatron was better. Zeta had to fight the energon crisis that was in full swing and he had to fight the Decepticons at the same time.

The Senate before the war behaved arrogantly, disregarded those that they were supposed to serve and only served their own and their own agenda. The responsibility are on them. Megatron would have always voiced his discontent with the system, but what could have adverted what happened is if the Senate had listened, acknowledged the flaws in the system and the growing energon crisis. But that never happened, and thus the Autobot/Decepticon war began and continues to rage on.

stonedpunk420  asked:

ACAB all the way bro, fuck the inequality of the law and how it's distributed and fuck the blatantly corrupt system using the bastards as a tool of terror through order. And fuck all the hate you're getting bro, keep speaking the truth and telling these fucking blind sheep what's really happening out here.

Thanks dude, it’s nice to have my inbox at least partially diluted with stuff from decent people. And yeah, fuck all these losers.


People Are Mad About What A Respected News Agency Called Amal Clooney

Amal Clooney, née Alamuddin, is a human rights lawyer who has defended big names like Julian Assange and former Ukrainian Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko, as well as Al Jazeera English journalist Mohamed Fahmy. She’s been an appointee to numerous U.N. panels, including one that investigated America’s use of drones as counter-terrorism tools. She clerked for Justice Sonia Sotomayor in the U.S. Court of Appeals. She’s also co-authored four legal books. It’s quite a resumé.

But to the Associated Press, she’s just Mrs. George Clooney. The venerable news source sent out a tweet on Saturday in the very early morning, promoting a link to a story on the latest development in her case with Fahmy, in which they refer to her as “actor’s wife.”


On Amber Heard, a survivor of domestic abuse

There are a lot of posts floating around right now, many of them sympathetic with Johnny Depp.  I understand the desire to uphold the image of a beloved actor and artist.  But when we do that, when we write “innocent until proven guilty” or “he doesn’t have a history of abuse,” we tell every single survivor of domestic abuse that they are not to be believed.

I don’t know whether Johnny Depp was physically abusive.  I believe the allegations Heard has brought against him.  But whether or not he hit her is unimportant.  I don’t care about how swollen or not swollen her face was; I don’t care whether she had bruises.  I don’t care about the first 911 call that didn’t result in a police report.  Physical abuse is a scary thing and by no means do I want to disqualify the experiences of physical abuse survivors.  Physical violence is a tool by which abusers terrorize their victims.  It is one of many.

From personal experience with mental and emotional abuse, I want to say that an abuser does not need to make physical contact to be effective.  The physical power of an abuser is enough to break you.  I was chased up staircases, things were knocked down, I often felt cornered.  An abuser will do anything to make you feel small.  Some abusers resort to violent physical contact, but mine didn’t.

Once, I called the police on my abuser, and when they got there he made me out to be the dramatic and emotionally manipulative.  I had no report to file, all I could tell them was I felt unsafe.  He’d chased me up the stairs and I’d hurt my ankle running– that was all I could tell them.  By the time they left, the officers were joking around with my abuser, and he wished them a good weekend as he closed the door behind them.

The men who abuse women are masterful at twisting the story, never going too far, and manipulating people who have already internalized misogynistic ideas of victimhood.  When I finally stood up to my abuser, I was accused of playing the “victim card.”  Amber Heard’s story is my story is the story of anyone who has been psychologically abused.  Johnny Depp is very likely a physically abusive man, but even if he wasn’t, Amber Heard’s story would still be valid, as would her legal actions.

I can’t imagine the guts it took for Heard to go forward with this.  The decision to cut abuse from your life is monumental.  For myself, it meant losing some family members.  For Heard, it means losing the respect of her peers by going against a well-established actor.  It means losing any privacy she might have had, becoming the subject of constant criticism, being labelled a bisexual slut, being totally and completely disrespected.  Amber Heard is a survivor of domestic abuse, but right now we are making her a victim of the media.  In doing so, we invalidate the experience of all survivors of abuse.  So before you post another photo of her smiling with her lawyer, or a selfie free of bruises, remember that you are then complicit in the victimization of a woman who is doing her best to, like the rest of us, survive.

The absurdity runs deep: America is using American military equipment to bomb other pieces of American military equipment halfway around the world. The reason the American military equipment got there in the first place was because, in 2003, the US had to use its military to rebuild the Iraqi army, which it just finished destroying with the American military. The American weapons the US gave the Iraqi army totally failed at making Iraq secure and have become tools of terror used by an offshoot of al-Qaeda to terrorize the Iraqis that the US supposedly liberated a decade ago. And so now the US has to use American weaponry to destroy the American weaponry it gave Iraqis to make Iraqis safer, in order to make Iraqis safer.
The absurdity runs deep: America is using American military equipment to bomb other pieces of American military equipment halfway around the world. The reason the American military equipment got there in the first place was because, in 2003, the US had to use its military to rebuild the Iraqi army, which it just finished destroying with the American military. The American weapons the US gave the Iraqi army totally failed at making Iraq secure and have become tools of terror used by an offshoot of al-Qaeda to terrorize the Iraqis that the US supposedly liberated a decade ago. And so now the US has to use American weaponry to destroy the American weaponry it gave Iraqis to make Iraqis safer, in order to make Iraqis safer.
It’s not just ironic; it’s a symbol of how disastrous the last 15 years of US Iraq policy have been, how circuitous and self-perpetuating the violence, that we are now bombing our own guns. Welcome to American grand strategy in the Middle East.
The absurdity runs deep: America is using American military equipment to bomb other pieces of American military equipment halfway around the world.

The reason the American military equipment got there in the first place was because, in 2003, the US had to use its military to rebuild the Iraqi army, which it just finished destroying with the American military.

The American weapons the US gave the Iraqi army totally failed at making Iraq secure and have become tools of terror used by an offshoot of al-Qaeda to terrorize the Iraqis that the US supposedly liberated a decade ago.

And so now the US has to use American weaponry to destroy the American weaponry it gave Iraqis to make Iraqis safer, in order to make Iraqis safer.


11 reasons the Islamic State (ISIS) might be more dangerous than al-Qaida

The Islamic State is not just the terror group de jour. It is a hugely successful movement with an apocalyptic, nihilistic philosophy. When its members say “convert, join us, or die”, they not only mean it, they follow through with horrific effect.

But let’s look deeper. What else makes them such a real security threat, to Iraq, to the region, to the world and to the U.S.? Here are 11 reasons.

1. The Islamic State is more media sophisticated than al-Qaida and excels in using social media as a tool of terrorism. The group’s Twitter and YouTube postings in English show that the West is often their target audience.

2. The Islamic State is flush with cash. Its territorial control allows for consistent stream of funding. They’ve also developed an extensive extortion racket, as well as selling electricity and exporting oil and gas.

3. Because of The Islamic State’s rise to prominence, many al-Qaida-linked groups are now pledging allegiance to it, including elements of al-Qaida in the Islamic Maghreb, Ansar al-Dine (Tunisia) Boko Haram, and al-Qaida in the Arabian Peninsula, giving The Islamic State access to a global network of terrorists.

4. The Islamic State controls territory the size of Maryland in the heart of the Arab world, which is important for a predominantly Arab revolutionary terrorist group. The al-Qaida core group along the Afghanistan/Pakistan border controls no territory and is dependent on Afghan and Pakistani Islamist militants who act as hosts.

5. The Islamic State has evolved into a proto-state, with its own army, civil administration, judiciary and a sophisticated propaganda operation. Al-Qaida core leaders, by contrast, are fugitives forced to live a clandestine existence under the constant threat of drone strikes or commando assaults.

6. The Islamic State is the most heavily-armed Islamist extremist group in history, having captured huge amounts of military weapons and equipment in Iraq and Syria.

7. The Islamic State is out-recruiting al-Qaida. It is estimated that 80 percent of the foreign militants that flock to Syria join the Islamic State rather than al-Qaida’s franchise, the Al-Nusra Front. The Islamic State appears to have success with recruitment of Westerners as well.

8. The leader of the Islamic State, who goes by the nom de guerre of Abu-Bakr al-Baghdadi, is a charismatic leader who claims descent from the Prophet Mohammed. This will help recruit young, impressionable Muslims. He has much more personal appeal for young Muslim militants than al-Qaida leader Ayman al-Zawahiri, a dour and didactic theoretician.

9. The Islamic State is better placed to not only attract recruits from the Middle East, North Africa, Europe and the United States, but get them into the fight. It is much easier to travel across the dissolving borders of Iraq and Syria than it is to travel to Pakistan or Afghanistan.

10. The Islamic State has declared the rebirth of the Caliphate and the leader of the Islamic State has proclaimed himself to be Caliph Ibrahim.

11. The Islamic State is the richest terrorist group in history. It looted at least five banks in Iraq, including Mosul’s central bank, which yielded more than $400 million in gold and Iraqi currency. It controls oil fields in Syria and Iraq that generate income, and it has pocketed millions of dollars in ransoms for hostages.

In summary, the Islamic State is an army, not just a terror group. The Islamic State is the biggest terror group ever. The Islamic State is actually established as a state, a caliphate at that, and it’s richer than al-Qaida. It holds more territory than al-Qaida, it’s drawing more recruits than al-Qaida, and it’s more brutal than al-Qaida.

This group must be forcefully addressed and stopped.

Captured Part 2

A/N: so I finished this a lot quicker than I thought! Haha don’t expect part three as soon, though, because I’m going to be pretty busy. I know I have one Romanian word in here and it translates to Sunshine. Tomorrow I have to work and clean, so send me feedback or questions. That’d be fun!

Prompt: Reader soon learns what HYDRA wants with them as Pietro endures what feels like torture and also having a flash back of how they met.

You woke up, hours later, inside a dim and damp cell. There was a cot on one side, with no sheets, and had only one pillow, you knew it wouldn’t be comfortable. The lights flickered and held multiple cobwebs. You were in long sleeved, grey nightgown. Your hair was tangled and hung in your face. The walls were cement, except the one in front of you, which was glass. You were sitting in the middle of the room and could see people walking around the big room that matched the feel of your cell.

“H-hello?” You called, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Y/N,” someone spoke. You looked and recognized the man who was in your apartment. You scooted back, slowly, away from the glass. “Good to see you’re awake. We weren’t sure how long you’d be out, that medicine was pretty strong.”

You nodded, distractedly. You looked around the room, observing every detail and trying to figure out its logical purpose. “Where am I?”

“A HYDRA facility,” he said, shrugging. “That’s all you need to know. Your boyfriend, however, should recognize this place.”

You froze at the mention of Pietro. If he should recognize it, it’s in Sokovia. “Where’s Pietro,” you whispered.

“He’s in his cell.” The man pointed to the room next to you. “We had to use another dose on him. I’m surprised you didn’t hear him yelling at us.” The man chuckled as he gestured for a man in a lab coat to come by him. He pointed to the key pad on the door. “We’re going to take you to a room where we can get to know each other a little better.”

You started to scoot away as two men walked up to you and gripped your arms. They lifted you off the ground as you started kicking and screaming. “Let me go!” You kept kicking and screaming all the way to the room.

When you got to the room, your screams died off. It was a white, sterile, lab. What looked like a dentist chair was placed in the middle, a chair pulled up to the side was accompanied by a tray of medical tools. Terror filled your veins as you processed what this room was.

They were going to experiment on you.

“Right this way, guys,” the leader spoke, gesturing to the chair. They threw you down and shut the door behind them. The leader sat down and gave you a cold smile. “I’m the lead doctor and scientist here. I would prefer not to use the restraints on you, but it’s up to you. Will you run?”

You looked at him, panicked. You knew you couldn’t run, but you wanted to. “N-no,” you whispered.

“Good choice, Y/N. Now, I’m going to ask you a question, and if I don’t like your answer, I will inject you with this.” He lifted a needle with a glowing blue liquid inside. “It’s the same serum as the twins got. It will either kill you, or give you powers. Understand?”

You slowly nodded, terrified. You had to get out of here and find Pietro. These experiments were hard for Pietro and you knew you weren’t nearly as strong as him.

“Okay. Let’s begin.” He pulled on latex gloves as he leaned foreword. “Where is the scepter?”

You were shocked at the nature of his question. Was he asking for Avenger intelligence? “T-the what,” you asked, quietly. Pietro didn’t tell you much about their missions, and neither did the team. You’d always agreed to that, also. You didn’t think you needed to know everything.

“Loki’s scepter. The Avengers stole it from us and we’d like it back.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know anything. They don’t tell me.”

The doctor sighed and shook his head. He lifted the needle and turned your arm. You started struggling, causing him to strap you down. “I expected better from you, Y/N,” he whispered, disappointed as the needle sunk into your skin. Hot pain filled you veins as you threw your head back.

You started burning up as a scream bubbled out of your throat. The room swirled and spun around you, as sweat dropped down your forehead. Tears slipped down your cheeks as your screams continued. Slowly, the heat retreated up to your head, causing you to drop your head as soft sobs escaped your lips. Your head burned and throbbed as you took a shaky breath. “I swear,” you choked. “I don’t know anything.”

“Where is the new Avengers facility,” he spat.

This you knew. You lived in the new facility. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you thought about your answer. “S-somewhere in New York,” you whispered.

He made a tsk noise as he lifted another needle. “You are not giving me answers.”

You let out another scream as the liquid fire seeped back into your veins. The heat was more intense as the room swirled. You screamed as the pain intensified. Your back arched off the chair as you dug you fingernails into the armrest.

Your screams echoed down the hall and into Pietro’s ears. He sat up, and in seconds was pounding on the glass. He heard you begging for a break. “Where is she?”

“Mister Maximoff, she is getting interrogated. Wait your turn,” one of the henchmen spoke, chuckling.

He uselessly pounded on the glass as he worried about you. There was a pause in your screams, leaving Pietro to wonder which was worse: hearing you scream, or hearing nothing. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he sat against the glass, a hand pressed against it. “Please, she doesn’t know anything,” he pleaded.

The henchmen laughed. “Like I’d believe you.” He turned and left the room.

Pietro sighed, heartbroken as he heard the screams of the love of his life. He thought back to the moment he first met you.


“Pietro,” Bruce called, softly. “Will you go into the office area and get me a new eraser? If Y/N’s in there, ask her if she’ll come take a look at this for me.”

Pietro nodded, getting up from the stool next to Bruce’s equipment. He’d been bored of spending time with the rowdy bunch and instead, opted to spend time with Bruce while he worked on something. He enjoyed Bruce’s quiet thoughtfulness and how calm he usually acted. He’d usually go to Bruce in a time in need and genuinely used his advice.

When he opened the door to the secluded office area, he locked eyes with your fiery ones. He could see the excitement and passion in them. You looked up at him, a smile lit up on your face.

“Hi,” you exclaimed, standing up and grabbing his arm. You pulled him over to a chair and sat him down. “How are you? Would you like something to drink? I just cracked this math problem I’ve been working on for hours and I could use a drink!” You spoke a mile a minute as you walked back to the computer. You brought up the rest of your assignment and continued talking. “What the hell was I thinking when I decided to get a degree in molecular science? I already have a degree in psychology, why can’t I be satisfied with that,” you muttered. You quickly moved over to the mini fridge and looked back at Pietro, expectantly.

A soft smile lifted his lips as he watched the girl everyone talked, fondly about, but he’d never met, only exceed his expectations. He was stunned by your beauty and happy attitude. You weren’t shy, but you weren’t overly confident, either, which was his perfect combination. “I’ll drink whatever you are.”

You grinned. “Good! Now, I haven’t met you, yet, but I’d recognize your accent anywhere,” you giggled as you gestured around you. “I’ve been spending so much time with your sister. It’s nice to finally meet you, Pietro. I’m Y/N, not a part of the team, just the supporter and unpaid therapist, babysitter, cleaner, cooker, whatever. I just make sure everyone is happy, healthy, and well trained.” You continued to speak a mile a minute as you got Pietro your favorite drink and sat right down next to him. “I feel like I already know you, mostly because I’m so close to your sister, but I don’t know, something about you is so familiar.”

He chuckled and took his drink from you. “You talk really fast, soare. It’s nice to meet you. What are you doing, cramped down here, by yourself?”

You shrugged. “I like the quiet to do my assignments. It helps me concentrate. I spend a lot of time here.” You yawned and took a sip of your drink. You cringed. “I’m too tired to drink. I’m going to go to home,” you sighed.

“Wait!” Pietro shouted, quickly jumping up. You froze and let out a soft chuckle, eyebrow quirked up. “Bruce asked me to get him a new eraser, and to ask you to look at something. And don’t you live in the tower?”

“Okay, I’ll do that now.” You pulled a fresh eraser out of your pocket and turned back to Pietro with a gentle smile on your face. “Are you coming?”

He nodded, following you out of the door. “If you don’t live here, where do you live?”

You laughed. “Why are you so interested, are you going to stalk me?” You let out another laugh and stopped to turn to him, letting him know you were kidding. “I live about a block or so away. Tony’s paying for my college so I figured I should pay for my housing. I don’t like to depend on people.”

Pietro nodded, intensely listening to you as you casually talked to him, still smiling. “Why is Tony paying for your college?”

You looked down and started fidgeting with your hands. Your smile dropped, causing Pietro to grow worried. “Um, let’s just say it was pity,” you murmured. You tucked your hair behind your ears, cleared your throat and looked up. You gave him a soft smile that didn’t meet your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry if it is a touchy topic,” he spoke, quickly.

You shrugged. “It’s okay. Let’s take a look at Bruce’s problem and we can walk back to my apartment together?”


Pietro was shook awake by the sounds of shuffling and incoherent murmurs. He looked up in time to see the guards carrying your barely conscious body into your cell. You were covered in sweat and tears. Blood trickled out of your nose and a few drops pooled around your tear ducts. “What the hell did you monsters do to her,” he screamed as he pounded on the cell.

He yelled for hours, until the man in charge approached Pietro. “Mister Maximoff, Y/N needs her rest. What can we do to keep you quiet?”

A tear slipped down his cheek as he thought back to the previous time he was here. “Let me see her. Let me stay in her cell with her.”

The man shook his head. “No can do, anything else?”

A soft cry escaped his lips as he weakly shook his head. “Please,” he sobbed. “Don’t let her die. She’s all I have.”

The man made a tsk noise and hook his head. “Don’t you have Wanda? How is she?”

Pietro shook his head and tucked himself into a corner away from the glass wall. His sobs echoed around the facility until he finally fell asleep.

Yes, Wolf Blitzer is a schmuck. No, you can’t claim him as an embarrassment to white people.

A white gentile on my Facebook feed said something to the effect of “Wolf Blitzer is an embarrassment to white people.” I replied something to the effect of “Actually, he’s an embarrassment to white-passing Semitic people, because let’s be real, Wolf Blitzer wouldn’t want to be alone in a room full of racist white men.” They responded that millionaires had nothing to fear from the Baltimore cops. I said, “I know what you meant by that, but I think you may want to rephrase given the context. They said they didn’t need to. I said, okay you kind of just equated Jews to millionaires then. They got mad that I would suggest that and how dare I derail from the issue of police brutality. I offered the following back:

Look, I am not challenging in anyway the endemic anti-blackness that is plaguing our society and threatening the lives of African Americans across the nation. I am merely asking that actual white people refrain from labelling ethnic Jews as white for the sake rhetoric. I do not deny in the slightest that non-Jews of colour in the United States currently have white passing privilege, and thereby access to a lot of the comforts and opportunities non-white minorities aren’t afforded, but that privilege is still conditional, so when actual white people hold us up as examples of whiteness, it’s disconcerting at best, because it erases the privilege gentile white people hold over Jews. You have never lied about your ethnicity out of fear because your classmate’s father was in the Klan. You do not get Nazi submissions and hate mail on Tumblr several times a week with images of gore and the threatening suggestion that “you look like you could use a shower.” You have never had anybody say to you “Oh, I thought you were white,” after learning your ethnicity. You do not have to be afraid of “getting found out” when you stop for gas in small towns. You do not live in this weird limbo that lies somewhere between the privilege of whiteness and the constant threat of racism. I do. And for all his wealth, fame, and total asshat-ery, Wolf Blitzer does, too. His parents are literally Holocaust survivors. That means they were persecuted and nearly murdered for being non-white (his grandparents weren’t so luck; they died at Auschwitz). When white people label us as white, it not only serves to erase both our historical and present-day struggles with racism, it also erases the privilege that you, gentile white people, hold over us. Black people are the victims of police brutality right now and we absolutely need to focus on that and fight for their right to be heard, and Wolf Blitzer is, in my humble opinion, a schmuck. But neither of those things mean it’s okay for white people to label Jews as white, in the same way that it’s not okay for men to send Ann Coulter rape threats just because she’s a soulless, horrible excuse for a human being. I am not in anyway suggesting that Wolf Blitzer doesn’t have privilege over black teenagers in Baltimore; I am merely saying that you don’t get to erase your own privilege over him, and by extension, me.

I have no interest in detracting from Baltimore, nor do I think that white-passing Jewish Americans are in the same position as black people in this country when it comes to the police. That would be ridiculous and completely untrue. I merely can’t stand it when white goyim hold Jewish people up as representatives of their own whiteness, in the same vein that I cannot stand gentiles using the phrase “Judeo-Christian,” as if we had some long, fruitful partnership that didn’t involve Christianity being used as a tool to terrorize and murder Jews. 

Black America is suffering hugely right now, as they have for centuries, and Wolf Blitzer is an ignorant buffoon who needs to the shut the fuck up and get the hell off my TV. These are both facts. But neither of these facts give white goyim the licence to pretend we are representations of their own shortcomings.