you were a writer
pen to paper.
just because you were not writing
does not mean you were not writing
As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.
Maya Angelou (via kemetically-afrolatino)
some REAL shit.(via freespiritwildheartoldsoul)
Nostalgia is in the business of twisting memories into lies.
The first step to loving yourself is recognising that it’s taken you your whole life to learn to hate yourself.
Is it really that bad if someone sees who you are? Why is it humans have a problem with letting someone else see that they are human?
Being a colored women is a metaphysical concept I haven’t conquered yet.
When I was very young, my sisters and I were removed from the reservation where we lived. The reservation was the world, and I didn’t think anything else existed.
Then one day, strangers showed up, put our stuff into garbage bags, and drove us off. And the more they drove, the more our world disappeared into nothing. They brought us to this horrible place where we were basically tortured for four years.
Says Denise Altvater, a Native American who was taken away from her reservation. It all started when White Church Groups relocated Native children and taught them to be ashamed of their culture, in Maine, in the early 1870’s.
In 1958, the federal Bureau of Indian Affairs and the Child Welfare League of America began a 10-year “experiment” to place 1,000 Indian children in the foster care of white families. While the federal government initially thought the experiment would be a success, Native Americans have called it cultural genocide.
How can taking children away from their families and teaching them to hate their own culture and deny them the right to practise their own religion be “success”? Like the Native Americans say themselves, it’s nothing more than cultural genocide. (Read the entire article here)
What is interesting, is that the Frida Kahlo venerated by American feminists is a very different Frida Kahlo to the one people learn about in Mexico, in the Chicano community. In her country, she is recognized as an important artist and a key figure in revolutionary politics of early 20th century Mexico. Her communist affiliations are made very clear. Her relationship with Trotsky is underscored. All her political activities with Diego Rivera are constantly emphasized. The connection between her art and her politics is always made. When Chicana artists became interested in Frida Kahlo in the ‘70s and started organizing homages, they made the connection between her artistic project and theirs because they too were searching for an aesthetic compliment to a political view that was radical and emancipatory. But when the Euro-American feminists latch onto Frida Kahlo in the early ‘80s and when the American mainstream caught on to her, she was transformed into a figure of suffering. I am very critical of that form of appropriation.
Coco Fusco on her Amerindians piece from 1992 with Guillermo Gómez-Peña (via mayalikeskafka)
The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
It saddens me to see girls proudly declaring they’re not like other girls – especially when it’s 41,000 girls saying it in a chorus, never recognizing the contradiction. It’s taking a form of contempt for women – even a hatred for women – and internalizing it by saying, Yes, those girls are awful, but I’m special, I’m not like that, instead of stepping back and saying, This is a lie.
The real meaning of “I’m not like the other girls” is, I think, “I’m not the media’s image of what girls should be.” Well, very, very few of us are. Pop culture wants to tell us that we’re all shallow, backstabbing, appearance-obsessed shopaholics without a thought in our heads beyond cute boys and cuter handbags. It’s a lie – a flat-out lie – and we need to recognize it and say so instead of accepting that judgment as true for other girls, but not for you.
OK- ran out the door today with no time to scramble eggs or even make a sandwich. So I’m surviving on an apple and handful of peanuts, and the coffee I took to the office until dinner. I’m tired, and it’s hard to focus. I can’t go buy a sandwich because that would be cheating- even the dollar menu at Taco Bell is cheating. You can’t use SNAP benefits at any restaurants, fast food or otherwise. I’m facing a long, hungry day and an even longer night getting dinner on the table, which requires making EVERYTHING from scratch on this budget. It’s only for a week, so I’ve got a decent attitude. If I were doing this with no end in sight, I probably wouldn’t be so pleasant.
Phoenix Mayor Greg Stanton (via Phoenix Mayor Attempts To Live On A Food Stamp Budget: ‘I’m Tired, And It’s Hard To Focus’ | ThinkProgress)
He said that he was tired and hard to focus. He’s done this for a week. Imagine how you’d feel if this was your whole life?
Yeah, food stamps are such a luxury. We’re really coddling the poor by providing them instead of allowing them to starve in the streets. I love it when people try to live like the poor and realize just how tough it is. “Nickel and Dimed” by Barbara Ehrenreich is one of the best examples of this. She tried to live on minimum wage for a year, and wrote a book about it. Illuminating.
I read “Nickel and Dimed” by Barbara Ehrenreich some years ago. It broke my heart. It broke my heart even though not much in it was news to me.
The daily struggle for people who work 2, 3 jobs and still can’t make ends meet, who rely on these government programs for basic survival… Nothing makes me see red more than this notion of some mythical Welfare recipients who live in luxury and milk the system. As if the pittance the system gives can ever be anything but a small, though necessary, supplement. The average monthly SNAP benefit in my area for a single person runs anywhere from $40 to $70 a month. And $70 is if the person has basically nothing else. Taco Bell is about the only place that kind of cash can sustain you at. Even McDonalds is more expensive. And buying and cooking from “scratch”? That’s more expensive still. Unless it’s Ramen noodles. Living on Ramen noodles for a year, for someone who’s disabled, for instance, or has a multitude of health issues… And those often come hand in hand with poverty, with working several minimum wage jobs with no benefits, etc.
Ugh. Sorry. It’s a sore, sore topic. There are people where I live, who are on various government programs, and they don’t speak English, so I help fill out forms and go to appointments with them (and let me tell you, the amount of bureaucratic hoops that a person sometimes has to jump through in order to get this “luxurious” benefit … ugh). Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a downer.
One thing pop music is good for is remembering that somewhere inside us is the potential for unvanquishable joy.
You have to die a few times before you can really live.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
Once you’ve come to terms your weaknesses, no-one can use them against you.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Still learning this but it feels great not to be ashamed of my mental illness anymore. Finally accepted that it’s a part of who I am and why should I try to hide it to make other people comfortable or accept me.