Just a thought: I don’t want to know about the motivations of Hitler and what made him commit mass genocide. I don’t care about why a man rapes a woman. I don’t care about why a person commits pedophilia.
Additionally, I dont care why Darren Wilson shot an unarmed, young black man.
What I care about is that the victims’ stories be heard and they are not villified in their victimhood. A woman should be able to say she was raped and not questioned. A kid should be able to say they have been abused sexually and be protected from their abuser.
And Black people should be able to say that we are victims to racial assaults, whether verbally or physically, without it being questioned; that there is institutionalized racism that stems so deep we can’t reach the root of it.
Why do black people have to explain that they are being killed?
Cry out loud for anyone to listen, only to be told, “Oh, hush up. It’s been this way for years and you just have to accept that your voice will never be heard?”
So again, I dont fucking care why Darren Wilson shot an UNARMED, BLACK YOUNG MAN.
This concept is one that is going to be entirely foreign to Tumblr but guess what? The outrage you feel over something someone did should correspond to how bad that person’s actions were. This is the exact logic that police officers use to kill unarmed black people in the first place. “It’s ok that i killed him, because he stole a candy bar, which is wrong, so therefore his death was deserved.” Those are two wrongs of entirely different caliber.
Ezra Miller just got torn to shreds for making a video supposedly in support of Darren Wilson.
Then it comes out that the video in question actually conveyed the exact opposite message, and Tumblr is not only JUST as angry, but now they are attacking anyone on here that dare questions their anger.
Guess what, your anger should be questioned. You should not treat someone who made a video in support of Michael Brown that was, at worst, performative in the same way that you should treat someone who made a video defending a white cop that murdered an unarmed black child and got away with it.
One of those things is worse, Tumblr. One of those things falls into an entirely different realm of morality. You are using the same logic as the racist cops and the racist cop defenders.
If you want to criticize the performative aspect of the video, you need to make new posts and accept the fact that a man was being defamed and slandered first. You can’t piggy-back off your outrage over a lie now.
Start a different narrative, but don’t go after people rightfully pointing out that Tumblr’s outrage over Miller’s video was due to an outright fabrication and jumping to conclusions. Don’t sink to their level.
Kinda seems like a one sided conversation, doesn’t it? I’m tired of “conversations on race” whenever another innocent, unarmed black person is executed by the police. They’re as perfunctory as they are repetitive.
We need justice, not another hollow conversation that doesn’t change anything and does nothing to prevent the next shooting.
being a minority in america is so unreal???????? there are literal ass people throwing temper tantrums because of a goddamn netflix series,,.. throwing tantrums over the idea of safe spaces, there are people who agree with immigrant homes being raided, people who don’t want NEO NAZIS to be punched, people who don’t care if unarmed black people are shot dead, people who still don’t understand the importance of reproductive rights, and people who wanted over 200,000,000 people banned like holy fuck it’s literally the most tedious thing ever to try to live your life while dealing with this nonsense on a daily basis
Over the summer I created and worked on a project called Black Bodies on Pavement. It was my first ever public art installation and it was a mental and physical process. I researched 60 cases of unarmed (with a few exceptions) black men, women and children who have been murdered by the police (exception to Trayvon). I watched videos of press conferences given by their families, read the articles, learned the details and for some, watched the videos of their deaths. When we speak about #blacklivesmatter only certain cases or names are put in the spotlight or given media coverage. We’re familiar with Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Michael Brown etc..and while these are still very important cases - My project was about highlighting and honoring the many people, including women who have lost their lives.
“It’s a hard watch but we want people to see that,” Trayvon’s mom, Sybrina Fulton, told Teen Vogue. “We [didn’t] want to make it real soft and nice. No, it’s a tragedy and we want people to see how tragic this was.” The series uses Sybrina and father Tracy Martin’s 2017 book Rest in Power: The Enduring Life of Trayvon Martin as source material; episode one features Trayvon’s grief-stricken parents, as well as photos of the teenager lying dead in the grass after being shot by George Zimmerman, and audio of the 911 calls that captured the screaming and gunshot from the incident. Even viewers who are familiar with the death of the 17-year-old black teen might wince at the visual retelling of his final moments.
Tracy Martin: I think it’s very important that we keep the Black Lives Matter movement relevant. As soon as you make it irrelevant, I think that’s when you start to have a slew of events happening across the country in our communities where you have unarmed black or brown girls getting gunned down, or stabbed, or throats sliced by non-African-Americans.
If we don’t continue to talk about it [and] keep the fight up, we’ll send a message that we just wanted to make a little noise for a moment and not make this a movement. It’s important that we remind America on a daily basis that Black Lives Matter.
TM: We’re looking for a change in America, not just policy change. We’re looking for an overall change in the American justice system. We’re looking for a change in how people view us as African-American men and women. We’re looking for the justice scales to be balanced. We’re looking for the economy to start balancing out where people [are paid]. We’re looking for women to be recognized as who they are.
It’s bigger than just the Stand Your Ground law. It’s about changing the public perception of who we are as people. And respecting each other as humans. And giving everyone their human rights. Yeah, we want to change the laws, but at the end of the day we want to change the perception of how America views certain people.
Black Lives Matter. ALL of them. Even those who are poor students, high school dropouts, or who might have had a troubled past. The repeated police shootings of innocent, unarmed black people is always wrong. Respectability politics should not play a role in who is more or less deserving of our collective sympathy or outrage.
Say it with me: Respectability politics will not save us.
Respectability politics only divide us and plays into racial stereotypes.
Michael Slager, the white former police officer who was filmed killing an unarmed black man in North Charleston, S.C., has been sentenced to 20 years in prison. In sentencing Slager, who pleaded guilty earlier this year to a federal civil rights violation, the judge ruled Thursday that he committed second-degree murder and obstruction of justice.
Slager, 36, “acted out of malice and and forethought, shooting dead an unarmed and fleeing Walter Scott,” U.S. District Judge David Norton told the court Thursday after several days of testimony, according to the Charleston Post and Courier. “Slager’s actions were disproportional to Scott’s misconduct.”
People like Alex Jones will believe Sandy Hook was completely 100% faked and Obama was a secret communist Muslim Kenyan agent who hated America all along. But they never think twice about body camera footage strangely disappearing after cops kill an unarmed black dude.
I see a lot of stuff that says “if you want to know what you would have done in the Holocaust/Civil Rights etc., it’s what you’re doing now.”
On some level, this is true. People tell themselves they would have been great heroes in La Resistance and would’ve hidden Jews and marched against segregation but when unarmed black teenagers are shot for being in the wrong neighborhood they shrug and say “well, he probably looked suspicious,” and tell Jews that the literal nazis shouting antisemitic threats on the streets of an American city are people too and shouldn’t be met with force.
But it’s only true for people who are on the sidelines both then and now. Because you know what a lot of my friends and I would’ve been doing in the Holocaust? Either being murdered or running from being murdered. You know what black people were doing during slavery and Jim Crow? Being fucking enslaved. Being second-class citizens under the law and being in danger from racists who could act with impunity. Like, ok, it’s great that you want people who aren’t threatened by these events to take a good long look at themselves and their moral priorities but let’s not forget that for a lot of people, it wasn’t a choice back then, and it’s not a choice now. That’s a really big piece of the picture here.
what did you mean when you says racism in australia presents itself differently
i just meant that racism is systematic and a product of the history/culture of the place where it occurs so a lot of racism that happens here is uniquely australian. that doesn’t really apply to what happened to robert because that could probably happen anywhere, but i think a lot of white australians have literally been educated about racism through social media which means we can be bad at recognising when it happens here.
so like, an australian will see something in the news about police officers shooting unarmed black people in the us and say ‘oh thank god that doesn’t happen here 😇’, even though indigenous australians are far more likely to die in custody than their white counterparts. or they’ll proudly condemn how the trump administration has treated immigrants at the us border but never say a word about how australia has been violating the human rights of asylum seekers and refugees for decades. the only reason antiblackness isn’t as talked about here is literally just because our black population is much much smaller. and STILL, the prime minister manages to vilify ‘african gangs’ publicly, despite the fact that sudanese australians (which is what he means when he talks about african gangs) are much more likely to be victims of violent crime than perpetrators.
like i said earlier, tumblr isn’t my most used form of social media anymore but i see it happen on twitter and if what i’ve seen today is any indication, tumblr is exactly the same. i just want australians to be more aware of what’s going on in our country instead of focusing all their attention on the us and acting like everything’s sunshine and roses down here. i know it’s easy to get swept away with what’s happening in america when that’s overwhelmingly what we see on social media, and i’ve been there too. honestly tweeting about australian politics usually feels like talking to a brick wall because australians are as a group pretty apathetic, but we should always try to do it anyway.
You help Erik deal with his emotions in a healthier way
A/N: HE NEEDS THIS. ALL BLACK MEN NEED THIS. IM EMOTIONAL IM SORRY.
Sitting next to Erik while he watched the news was always your least favourite way to spend time with him. You didn’t know why he watched, the way it always stirred him up seemed like the weirdest form of self torture.
But he continued watching, and you felt like being close to him even just slightly, so you rested your bare feet on his lap and scrolled through Instagram on your phone. You weren’t paying enough attention to the TV to understand what warranted an explosive, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”, from Erik. Your head snapped up first to him then the television.
“He shot the man in cold blood! For nothing! and hes walking free, see this is the shit I be talking about.” Erik continued while you read the screen. A cop shot another unarmed black man and was walking free. As much as it pained you to say it, you werent surprised. You felt an uneasy swaying in your stomach as the news pulled up a picture of the young man and his daughter, you had to look away from the screen and down at your legs.
Erik’s hands were resting on your ankles, you could feel them slightly shaking. He was angry, and rightfully so. “Maybe we should watch something else..” you suggested quietly staring at his trembling hands. You reached for the remote and he lightly squeezed your ankle. “Leave it.” So you did.
After about ten minutes you picked your phone up again and started to scroll through twitter. Soon you found yourself clicking every hashtag that had to do with the story you just saw, your own form of self torture, reading up on this story that you hadn’t even heard of until that day.
Or maybe you had, there were too many to keep track of at that point. You were hurting and you could tell Erik was too, but the way you both showed your pain was so different. He sat stone faced watching the news, his hands balled into fists now, shaking his leg a little, bouncing your feet. You glanced up at him every now and then, his expression stayed the same. You became engulfed in an article you were reading until you heard the woman on the news say ‘Wakanda’.
Your head snapped up, not to the television, but to Erik. His knee stopped bouncing, and his breathing got heavy. Hearing anything about Wakanda always made him his angriest. You moved your feet off his lap.
“…To be sworn in as king, following the death of his father, King Tchaka.” was all you caught before Erik scoffed loudly and stood up. “This niggas about to be king?” He grabbed the remote and shut the tv off. You said nothing, you knew where this was headed. “His father killed mine and they whole family just gone live in luxury forever?” His voice got louder. “I should kill his ass myself."
He left the living room now, heading toward the bedroom you shared. You werent going to follow him until you heard loud banging and smashing. You jumped up, and rushed into the room. Everything was knocked off the dresser, the mirror hanging above it was smashed and Erik held his fist in his other hand. You sighed softly and leaned up against the wall,
"Erik.” Was all you could muster, tears stung your eyes as you watched him pace back and forth. “Theres no justice. Ever, for anyone. We just letting people get away with killing us?!” “Erik…"
You left him to grab a wet rag for his hand, when you came back he was sitting on the bed, panting, furious. You walked over to him and sat on your knees between his legs, dabbing the drying blood on his fist. "You dont need to do this all the time.” You let out softly.
He looked into your eyes, still angry, but confused. “Be angry. I mean.” you answered the question his eyes asked you. It was silent for a moment while you cared for him, as he watched you his breathing slowed to its normal pace. You rubbed his knee with one hand while you cleaned him with the other, not looking at him.
"Its okay to be sad. You can be sad.“ your own voice wavered then, you let tears fall gently down your cheeks. "You dont have to be angry all the time. Its okay.” your voice became softer as you cried. He took the rag from you and placed it on the bed next to him, you didnt look at him still. He got off the bed then, kneeling in front of you. When you finally did look up at him you were shocked, he was crying too. You held his face then, he wouldnt meet your eyes but that was okay. His soft tears turned into pained sobs as he leaned into you, and you held him, you let him cry.