hey yall, how are yall doing this week? sorry for the late post i was up past 5 am talking to my friends. whats new with yall?
Dansons la Carmagnole, long live the Ravachole!
every bit of history I’ve learned recently just makes me want to punch a white person through the wall
I’ve been hitting a point of “if we can’t have liberation, revenge is good too” lately.
I’m not for revenge, but I am for justice.
As long as the white bourgeois face justice, then I can let things pass.
But at the same token, I’m generally for multiracial unity.
Like, maybe it’s because the CPUSA emphasizes it so much and I’m apart of it.
I’m basically with Henry Winston on the issue.
I used to hate white people, but I’ve sorta viewed things in terms of cold logic, what gets us to revolution or a revolutionary movement quickest?
But, like, it seems that all the people that have attacked or wronged me in the past were mostly white.
Coincidence? I think not.
See, I consider Winston too assimilationist to rock with. Never could stomach it. From where I sit, we’re better off forming a state of our own-- because when in the last 400 years have the crackers proven themselves able stewards of us or our destiny? When in the last 400 years have the crackers proven they’ll EVER see us equally, or compensate us equally?
I consider him an idealist, p much.
Name a group and I shall try to recall a time where they kicked whitey butt. That helps me sometimes
Just paid a visit to the smithsonian african american history museum (which has its own host of problems) but the history from 1400 on is just a series of cruel bloodthirsty depredations one after another. It was a little bit depressing
It was very nice, and I was surprised that they had a large section on early to modern black power movements. It even mentioned COINTELPRO the assassinations of Hampton and other leaders, though there was no mention of the panthers’ nor the civil rights movement’s heavy ties to socialism. Spose its better than I expected
Just finished playing the main storyline of Hades and it makes me… sad. Because I just relate to the story.
If you talked to my pre-teen self I would have been like a Zagreus copy. I wanted to runaway from home. I thought about it almost everyday.
It became a goal in my mind that guided my entire life choices from middle school to graduation. And when I graduated, and was able to get some independence - nothing seemed better. A lot maybe turned for the worse really.
I was and still am stuck. Always felt like I was never given a choice in my own life.
Some things went on the past couple of years, lead to me formally being diagnosed with ADHD (in addition to my previously known anxiety disorders)… tough luck as they say.
It’s been a short while since the diagnosis. I don’t know how to feel about it still. Explains certain things of course but I don’t even know how to proceed.
The therapist said I exhibit some autistic symptoms too.
And now I am here, learning more about myself and yet at the same time not knowing anything at all. Still feeling like that kid that wanted to run away from home but never managed or was able to.
as a mixed immigrant, is there ever a point where I’ll actually feel at home somewhere? moving to Australia at 5 years old, as a brown skinned south east asian kid, was a hell of a thing and the end result is not fitting in in my ‘home’ country (which it really is not), but also permanently feeling like you’re on the outside in the country you’ve lived in for decades
there’s a restlessness that’s hard to define
one day i’ll make art about it
as a mixed immigrant, is there ever a point where I’ll actually feel at home somewhere? moving to Australia at 5 years old, as a brown skinned south east asian kid, was a hell of a thing and the end result is not fitting in in my ‘home’ country (which it really is not), but also permanently feeling like you’re on the outside in the country you’ve lived in for decades
It’s quite ironic really… you’re actually geographically not that far from your homeland when in Australia… yet it’s quite isolating there, innit?
The effects of settler-colonialism…
unfortunately for my mother in law I imagine this was the same point at which she found it completely acceptable to say unfathomably racist things in public
god, reminds me of the time my mum (who is ALSO singaporean) started talking about ‘it’s not cool to be white anymore’ and ‘white people have it so hard’
why does this happen lmao
People called me “one fucked up hybrid” at one point for my mixed background.
I had a White dude the other day tell me I had “good bloodlines”.
That was the final red flag for me that he was probably a Nazi.
i want to, and i’m trying but working all the time really do be getting me down and exhausted all the time
but still, i feel like i got something to say in me
Woke up this morning twisted by grief and mourning. Something about looking back over my life and feeling the places where people were (deservingly) cut out. When you’re as good as me at taking a scalpel to your social ties, and burning that which doesn’t cut, what you can still remember of the past starts looking like an empty set.
I hate mourning the people who wronged me. Sitting there staring at my face in the mirror like “why are you still affected like this?”
