Last week on MSNBC, Kellyanne Conway invented a massacre that never happened in Bowling Green, Kentucky.
But here’s one that’s real: In 1643, white settlers massacred 30 indigenous people in what is now Bowling Green Park, one of the oldest sections of New York City, Indian Country Media Network reported.
Back then, New York City was known as New Amsterdam and was a struggling colonial outpost under Dutch rule.
The then-governor of New Netherlands, Willem Kieft, sent groups of European soldiers to an area at the tip of Manhattan island, which was then home to Lenape tribe.
The soldiers killed 80 members of the tribe in what is now Pavonia, New Jersey, and massacred another 30 in Manhattan. Read more
I got this Spanish chica, she don’t like me to roam So she call me cabron plus marricon Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I’m like, “Un momento” - mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don’t know how to act Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap She like, “Listen Jigga Man, I don’t care if you rap You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me”
I got this French chick that love to french kiss She thinks she’s Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist My, cherie amor, t£ est belle Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell
I got this Indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said all you need to know is I’m not a ho And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
I got this young chick, she so immature She like, “Why you don’t buy me Reeboks no more?” Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part And if it goes down y'all that’s my heart Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don’t cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma she’s always on the scene God damn she’s fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she’s thick She gives me extra pillows and seat back love So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
I got this paranoid chick, she’s scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick’ Cause she kept bootleggin my shit
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, “Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?” I’m like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami’s a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov’ Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe..
Racist American: “You’re trying to forget history!”
Proper response: “Oh right. I forget - what indigenous tribe lived in your area/county before you got there? I know how important history is to you.” (Paraphrased from something I saw online and now can’t remember where)
If the only “history” you care about is the historical oppression of others by your group based on race, YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. RACIST.
FUCK YOU AND THE RACIST PIECES OF SHIT YOU ADMIRE.
*Teba holding up a picket sign that says FANART OF RITO*
>Revali comes over >Teba looks like he’s trying to be angry but can’t for some reason
>Revali looks at sign. “Hmmmm….”
>takes marker, switches letters
>now it shittily reads “FANART O(R ) RI(OT)”
>They both stare at viewer/camera with over-exaggerated angry faces
🐈: What cat do you relate to the most too?
😻: Favourite ship/s?
🌟: Favorite prophecy?
😺: If you had/have a pet cat/s, did you give it a warrior cat name?
📕: How long have you been a reader?
📚: Favorite book or series?
🐱: If you had a warrior name, what would it be?
🌿: What clan would you belong to?
🐯: Any head canons?
🏡: Favorite kittypet?
🐅: Favorite cat?
🏩: Favorite med cat?
😿: Least favorite cat?
😼: Best Villain?
🙀: Most terribly written villain?
⛺: Favorite clan?
⭐: Favorite leader?
🍃: Ever roleplayed or larped as a warrior cat?
😾: Favorite rogue?
🌈: Favorite breed and or pelt color?
💓: First warrior cat oc?
✏: If you rewrote Warriors, what would you change?
🌋: What would your tribe name be?
So, a Water Tribe Betrothal Necklace is, traditionally, a hand-carved piece of jewelry given by a bride-to-be’s intended. It’s clear that a very traditional theme to have is a sense of roundness. This is shown by the first four necklaces shown.
The bottom two, Bolin’s, and Kya’s, differ highly from this, making them non-traditional. Now Bolin’s makes sense in the context we’re given from the show. Eska was shown to be slightly deranged and didn’t understand that Bolin wanted to get out of their relationship. The heavy-gothic themes help to show the dread, despair, and chain-like quality Bolin must feel. Despite this though, it still features a somewhat-round centerpiece like the traditional necklaces do.
Hello! Could I request a Khal Drogo x Reader fic where she works as his translator/interpreter and one day she translates for Khal when an important guest arrives. But then the guest keeps hitting on her and being insulting when she turns him down. Khal can’t understand and the Reader doesn’t say anything to Khal because she knows the guest is important. But Khal notices she’s upset/withdrawn and ends up finding out. Thank you my lovely!
When you first started working for Khal Drogo, you hated it because, well, you were his slave. You were a translator for him as he only spoke his native tongue, and you spoke six other tongues - including his. You learned to love what you did, as you knew all of the important things going on in the tribe and what business your Khal was doing. You were sworn to secrecy with all of the business you heard and translated and you spent most of your time with Drogo. The only moments you weren’t with him was when you were bathing and sleeping.
You knew Drogo treated you differently than his other slaves; he favored you. He appreciated the translating, but he would have you sit either in front of him or on his lap when you weren’t doing what you were bought for. He liked to have you stay in his tent with him most nights, though you did have a cot in the slaves tent. He never raped you, or let anyone else rape you. He wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do unless it was telling him what someone had said.
i’ve had a ‘what if the water tribe were the invaders and katara who had to hunt down the avatar’ idea since like 2010 and every now and then i like drawing katara as a brooding warrior princess desperate to win back the honour of her tribe bc it’s badass
“My name’s Happy. My friends gave me the name. My birth name is Christian, but I don’t go by it at all. I just hitched a ride from Idaho with some people coming back from Rainbow Gathering. Before Idaho, my friend Dumpster Baby and I hopped a freight train from Utah. We spent four hours in a dumpster with a tarp over us while it just rained and rained on us before we left. Now I’m waiting for my friend Rat Boy to come meet up with me. He’s never been to Portland before so he’s off wandering. We might see if we can find a punk show to go to tonight, and then we have a squat house we’re going to crash at.”
“How is hopping freight trains different than hitchhiking?”
“Well for better or worse, you’re usually you’re alone for 24 hours on a train. Sometimes the cops bust you. I’ve been busted before. I met some kids that wanted to hop a train and had never done it so I took ‘em. Usually you’re supposed to throw your pack first and then kind of start running before you jump, otherwise you’ll just fall. I watched ‘em do it and they both just rolled. But they were ok. A few cuts and the worst thing was one guy got a bruised knee.”
“How did you start off this life of wandering?”
“I grew up in LA, in not the best of neighborhoods. I was used to always hanging on the streets. Then when I was 15 or 16 some friends of mine told me about a squat house in another city and we hopped a train and went there. I love the community of it, kids all helping each other out. There’s even a web forum where people will tell each other where to stay, who to look out for, or a place where you can get fed and things like that.”
“It sounds like such an adventure! I wish I could come take photos of it all.”
“I had a bunch of photos on my phone, but I dropped it on the tracks once, and that was the end of that. It’s not all great though. A lot of kids I know are on meth and I have a friend who got Hep C from sharing needles. Not me, I’m a straight edge. That’s what these tattoos are about.” He held out his hands.
“What about the one on your face?”
“My family is indigenous and my great grandfather completely tried to deny and hide his heritage. And then his son, my grandfather, tried to embrace it. I’d seen a photo of him with these markings, so I had a friend tattoo it on me.”
“What does it represent?”
“I’m not sure. My family doesn’t even know what tribe. But I wanted to embrace my heritage.”
I just want to ask you, especially if you aren’t a Native/indigenous person, to research what tribes lived in your area, to research their history. Because the land you’re on was probably stolen from its original inhabitants. Be aware of the people who came before you. And actually - be aware that the people who came before you, in many cases, may be alive today. These people are vastly diverse and hugely important, and deserve to be known as such. All of us non-Natives benefit from the injustices perpetuated against them.