witch hunt

There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.

You see, fire does not eat fire.


Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.


Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.


History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you did, witch hunter.


You see, fire never forgets.


When you burned the witches
you thought what you did was small.
But the flames gave birth to ideas
and the ideas set alight souls.
For every witch you burned
there are now a thousand witch women
living differently, and standing tall.
And you may have burned some of us,
but you will never destroy us all.

—  Nikita Gill, To the Men Who Burned Witches

The last known instance of residents of Rhode Island exhuming a body to perform a bizarre ritual in an attempt to kill a vampire took place in 1892. Tuberculosis struck the family of George and Mary Brown from Exeter, Rhode Island. It was believed that this was caused by the undead so they, along with the townsfolk, decided to exhume the bodies of two family members who had already died from the disease. These family members showed regular decomposition and were then re-buried. Next, they exhumed the body of their 19-year-old daughter, Mercy; she showed absolutely no signs of decomposition. The family took this as a sign that Mercy was undead and that she was a vampire. They removed her heart, burnt it, and then mixed the ashes with water for her brother, Edwin, who was sick, to drink. It was believed that if the sick victim were to consume the heart of a vampire then they would be cured. Unsurprisingly, Edwin died two months later. Mercy’s grave stands in Chestnutt Hill Cemetery.

Setting aside the gendered power differential inherent in real historical witch hunts (pretty sure it wasn’t all the rape victims in Salem getting together to burn the mayor), and the pathetic gall of men feeling hunted after millenniums of treating women like prey, I will let you guys have this one. Sure, if you insist, it’s a witch hunt. I’m a witch, and I’m hunting you.

anonymous asked:

loved the doodle comic! and the scene on the boat was adorable, but even if his jacket is green wouldn't the doctors have been able to see Gladstone?

ah yeah sorry that’s hard to interpret with it being in black and white- it would have been murder to colour the whole thing for that one gag though so I just tried to show it by shading in Magica’s hair and dress but I guess laziness doesn’t always pay :’D anyway it would have looked more like this;

so hopefully you can see how they’d get away with that, also fun fact in my original pass it was a flower barge! but I figured vegetables were funnier :P

(Reads)

A Most, Certain, Strange, and true Discovery of a VVITCH.

Being taken by some of the Parliament Forces, as she was standing on a small planck-board and sailing on it over the River of Newbury.

Together with the strange and true manner of her death, with the propheticall words and speeches she fled at the same time.

Printed by John Hammond Sep 28 1643.