Because oh god.
Signal boost. Holy fuck, she’s not kidding.
So between this post and the post I made the other day, do people think a Tumblr dedicated to pages that people with epilepsy/sensory issues may want to avoid would be helpful? It wouldn’t be a mean-spirited blog, just some place to say, “Hey, this page might be triggering to certain people with sensory issues so view with caution”. I would be willing to start it.
I dunno. Some people could have a use for it. Personally though, it’d be like, checking every single tumblr I might visit against a list would be cumbersome.
For people affected enough they don’t visit sites they aren’t already sure are safe, it might be something they’d use. Anyone else have input?
Thing is, with the radar post, that was really helpful. Otherwise, I probably would’ve clicked on the post and I dunno if shit would’ve gone down, but it’s highly probable. Many people had that same post on their dash, and so there was a relevant context. But with this post, where it’s a specific blog I had no knowledge of prior to this, warning me has no context (unless there’s something I didn’t get and this blog is super famous or spamming folks left and right).
Something that would be specifically helpful for me? If there’s a link to a site in a post, check it and say if it’s safe, if there’s a request to go to someone’s blog (positive like oh this person is cool or negative like oh this person needs collecting), check it and say if it’s safe.
Otherwise with a blog you’d literally have to go through blog after blog after blog just cataloging.
Unless I am totally misunderstanding you.
No, I understand what you are saying, and that is a good point. But I would assume if you are already following a person you know what their page looks like and if it is safe? You could use it for new followers and the like. Posts would be tagged by specific username and beginning letter of username (something like “username: a”).
For your suggestion do you mean putting a note at the bottom of a post with multiple authors, or a post with links in it saying something like “Sites/Links are epilepsy safe” or something like that? Because that could be something we could make A Thing in general. Maybe use the tag “#epilepsy safe”?
Because oh god.
Signal boost. Holy fuck, she’s not kidding.
So between this post and the post I made the other day, do people think a Tumblr dedicated to pages that people with epilepsy/sensory issues may want to avoid would be helpful? It wouldn’t be a mean-spirited blog, just some place to say, “Hey, this page might be triggering to certain people with sensory issues so view with caution”. I would be willing to start it.
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(Source: ivegottheruns, via twilight-coda)
Bria: OMG DAN BUT MY FRIEND’S AUNT’S COUSINS’S MOM IS A COP AND SHE IS NIIIIIIIICE
Dan: BRIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT SLOTH IS A COP BUT WHAT ABOUT THAT
Bria: I WAS ONCE STOPPED BY THIS BABY LLAMA COP AND HE WAS NICE
Dan: THIS KITTEN COP BIT ME BUT IT WAS REALLY MY FAULT BECAUSE I STARTLED THEM.
Bria: YEAH I WAS TOTALLY MAULED BY A BABY LION COP ONCE BUT I WAS WEARING A STEAK FOR A HAT SO WHAT DID I EXPECT
i didn’t say that, i just said there are cops out there who are nice people.
i understand there are A LOT of terrible ones.
A LOT.
loads.
tons.
just a whole fucking lot.
but to say all of them are scum is just not fair and it really gets to me.
my aunt is a lovely person and a cop.
she does good work.
i’m not trying to pretend all cops do, so please don’t pretend i said anything like that.No, little girl, what you did is this:
well my aunt is a cop and she is incredibly nice.
so.
yes cops can be nice.
shove your spit takes up your asses, y’all.Grown folks are talking. And again, have you seen your aunt work? Have you seen what she does? Have you seen how she has been trained as a cop? I am not saying your specific, special, goody goody cop aunt isn’t somehow nice.
But they aren’t taught to be nice.
You came into the conversation with a bunch of POC talking about our experiences.
You best sit your ass down.
Ugh, I was so hoping I wouldn’t need to collect any wayward cousins today.
(This post is directed at ludio, just FYI.)
Here’s the thing. PoC don’t have the luxury of being able to pick through each individual cop to find the “good ones”. Because they don’t have the luxury of being innocent until proven guilty. Just one time of assuming a cop is going to be on their side, one time assuming the cops are going to listen to their story or give them the benefit of the doubt can get their ass thrown in jail for a long, loooong time. And that’s if they’re lucky. There have been plenty of black and brown folks who haven’t been. And there are plenty of other examples in my blog if you wanna browse the “racism”, “police” and “murder” tags.
It’s not a matter of hate or racism or prejudice when PoC say they hate all cops, it’s a fucking matter of survival.
TL;DR? Sit the fuck down when PoC are talking about life experiences.
You can see my septum piercing in my X-ray. For some reason, this greatly amuses me. (Taken with instagram)
Guess which parts of his outfit he picked out… (Taken with instagram)
This evening, I was scrolling through my blog with my kiddo on my lap. This is nothing new. After we eat dinner, we usually go into the living room to watch a little TV before bed. I bring my computer so I can catch up with my dash and, most of the time, Ryatt ends up on my lap for some one-on-one cuddle time after a long day of sharing his mama with the kids I watch. This was the case tonight.
So, there we are. I am scrolling through my dash when this post comes up. I start to scroll past, as it is one I have already seen, read and reblogged, but Ryatt very emphatically tells me, “No! Stop! Go back!” He looks at the pictures and becomes clearly upset. He is an extremely sensitive and empathetic child and the last photo - the one of the little girl clinging to her mother - has him very, very concerned. CRY, he signs to me. (For the sake of this post, any word typed in all caps is a word he signed.) CRY, he points to the screen. “Baby,” he says. Yes, I tell him, that baby is very, very sad because she misses her mama very, very much. Well, the solution is simple. ”Baby go mama work,” he tells me. Problem solved. After all, mamas only leave their babies to go to work in his world. No, I tell him gently, the baby can’t go with the mama work. His face falls a little. ”Baby mama go see home?” he asks hopefully. He knows some babies can’t come to work with their mamas and sometimes that makes the babies sad. But surely the mama and the baby will see each other when mama gets home. No, I have to tell him. The mama can’t go home with the baby. The mama is some place that she cannot leave and some place where the baby cannot stay with her. This really, really upsets him. ”Baby cry,” he tells me, more and more frantic, “Baby go mama home. Baby go mama work. Baby cry.” He is almost in tears himself. ”Mama, baby go mama home now. Baby cry, baby cry…”
And there I am trying to explain to him that the baby is some place where she can’t be with her mama all the time and they miss each other very much and that is why the baby is sad. That the mama wants to be with her baby, probably more than anything in the world, but just can’t right now. And you can see in his eyes he wants to know why. Why can’t this baby and her mama be together. Babies and mamas are supposed to be together. Why is this different.
And I just have no words. How do you explain something you don’t even understand yourself? I can’t in good conscience say that the mama did something wrong and so people made her go someplace - like a time-out. Because I know the numbers. I know the staggering racial inequalities in the American “justice” system and how people of color are routinely dealt harsher sentences than white people for committing the same crimes. And, even beyond that, who’s to say what she was arrested for was even crime? Maybe she was stealing or selling drugs or turning tricks so she could keep a roof over her kid’s head and food in their mouth. Class inequality is heavily divided along racial lines. So, essentially, the forces of racism and classism (and ableism and heterosexism and cissexism and many, many other -isms) all intersect, which results in the creation of an entire underclass that is mostly comprised of people of color, and then they intersect again when we punish them more harshly for doing what they need to do to survive.
But how do you explain this? How do you explain this to a child who just wants to know why that precious, precious baby can’t be with her mama? Fuck, how do you explain it to that precious baby when she wants to know why mama had to go away? ”Well, sorry, kids, the way whiteness couples with the prison-industrial complex to see families of color ripped apart and lives destroyed is just a bitch sometimes.”
And I know this is my privilege showing. I know that because I am white, I have an unspeakable advantage over many of the women in that story. My whiteness protects me not only from undue harshness and suspicion when it comes to the law, but it also works to make sure that my choice to be a parent is affirmed, validated and supported. I know that this is a conversation many, many families of color have had to have thanks to a family member being sentenced for something a white person would have maybe been sentenced to probation for. I know this is old news for the siblings and grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins who have rocked precious babies like the one in the picture while gently drying the flood of tears and explaining that, yes, your mama loves you more than the moon and the stars and would sweep every grain of sand off of every beach in the world if it meant being able to be here with you. But just because something is commonplace doesn’t mean it is not painful and horrifying and gut-wrenching.
Fuck. I am crying again.
My soul just shatters when I try to wrap my head around it all.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go hug my kiddo.
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![TW: Murder of PoC, police brutality
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Alan DeWayne Blueford Murdered by Oakland Police Department
At or about midnight, May 6, 2012, Alan and 2 friends were standing on the corner of 90 th and Birch Street waiting for “some girls in a white chevy,” Alan described to his father, Alan Blueford, during a phone call. After the phone call, police officers approached Alan and his friends, with guns drawn. The police officers had been called to respond to another incident, but decided to stop Alan and his friends when they saw them because they “believed the young men had a concealed weapon.”
Alan ran down Birch Street, away from the police officers.
Approximately two blocks down Birch Street on the 9200 Block the officer chasing Alan murdered him by shooting him 3 times. The officer also shot himself.
Although, Alan had his brown wallet with his ID, Oakland Police Department never called to tell his parents he was shot and killed.
Alan’s two friends were detained for over 6 hours. After their release, one of the young men had the traumatic task of calling Alan’s parents and telling them Alan was shot and killed by an Oakland Police Officer.
Initial reports put out by OPD, stated that “a suspect” (Alan) and a police officer exchanged gun fire and the officer was shot in the stomach by the suspect and the suspect was shot by the officer. Both were said to have been rushed to Highland Hospital where Alan died and the police officer was expected to recover. OPD also included in their reports witness statements who said they saw Alan shooting. OPD reported that they retrieved Alan’s firearm at the scene.
Later OPD changed their story to state that the officer was shot in the leg and an investigation was in process to determine whether the officer was wounded by “friendly fire.”
Only one of the officers chased Alan.
What we now know is that Alan Blueford never shot the police officer, at the police officer, or anyone else. OPD changed their story yet again, admitting and confirming that THE OFFICER SHOT HIMSELF.
We also know that Alan was never rushed to Highland Hospital. Only the police officer. Alan’s body lied in the streets for approximately 4 hours.
Alan was shot multiple times by the police officer.
The family has reason to believe that Alan never had a firearm.The family has reason to believe that Alan never caused the officer to be threatened. Alan’s body can be described as a shorter stature (approximately 5 ft 6 ½ inches) and thin built (140 lbs).
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When Alan’s family learned of the claimed circumstances surrounding Alan’s death, we all knew that the facts were not true! Additionally, because they never called to confirm his death, we were sadly left with hope that the unnamed “suspect” was not Alan. He was joy to many people. We are suffering from a great loss.
Now OPD claims that the “victim” (no longer suspect) was a convicted felon on probation. His family will simply respond by saying felony probation does not describe Alan’s character. To describe Alan, you have to share that he 1] was a Christian; 2] worked with the disabled children at Skyline, one of whom described “Al” as his “bestfriend”; 3] began his mornings at Skyline High School by praying with his Godmother and Supervisor; 4] passed out candy at hisgrandmother’s every Halloween; and 5] was well known by his family and friends as a respectful young man. But even more important is the fact that when the police officers decided not to respond to the call, but rather to bother Alan and his friends, all they knew is that they were 3 African-American young men. That’s why Alan was murdered.
Alan’s family is seeking justice for his death. We are determined to have this “incident” thoroughly investigated and all wrongful parties prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. We ask that all of you support us by calling the City Councilman for District 7, Larry Reid, at 510-238-7007.
Via Occupy Oakland
For any of you, out there, who feel you live in a post-racial America, I give you yet another exhibit in the continuing series: The Destruction of Black Male Youth. Black men, especially young black men, are being systematically murdered or incarcerated, usually by law enforcement officials or those allied with them physically or morally.
For every outraged white person who is “tired of being called a racist” because “they are not like that,” I submit that we, as white Americans, are just as culpable as if we held the gun or the jailhouse key in our hand, where we do not speak up, where we do not demand justice, where we do not seek restitution, where we do not attempt to even the badly disjointed scales in our country. Every young, black man who dies increases the stain upon us, that we do not speak up. Sleep easy if you can, for I won’t; too much innocent blood has been spilled defending my privilege, and I want it stopped.
Every white person needs to realize that, being raised with privilege within a racist society, it’s impossible for us not to hold some degree of racism. Racism is like a cancer, and you’re not always going to be aware that it’s inside of you. When you refuse to speak up about racism when it’s right in front of your face, you are allowing that cancer to fester. But more importantly, that silence is a betrayal. You can rant and rave all you want about how “not racist” you are, but if you choose not to speak up when it really counts, your life is a lie. You’re nothing. Your complacence is what kills these kids.
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE OAKLAND PD MURDERING BLACK MEN?
HELL, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH POLICE IN GENERAL MURDERING BLACK MEN?
Oh, wait, I forgot, Black and brown bodies are guilty until proven that the cops are lying, racist murderers.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m40y8gP2St1r6m2leo1_500.jpg)
TW: Murder of PoC, police brutality
Alan DeWayne Blueford Murdered by Oakland Police Department
At or about midnight, May 6, 2012, Alan and 2 friends were standing on the corner of 90 th and Birch Street waiting for “some girls in a white chevy,” Alan described to his father, Alan Blueford, during a phone call. After the phone call, police officers approached Alan and his friends, with guns drawn. The police officers had been called to respond to another incident, but decided to stop Alan and his friends when they saw them because they “believed the young men had a concealed weapon.”
Alan ran down Birch Street, away from the police officers.
Approximately two blocks down Birch Street on the 9200 Block the officer chasing Alan murdered him by shooting him 3 times. The officer also shot himself.
Although, Alan had his brown wallet with his ID, Oakland Police Department never called to tell his parents he was shot and killed.
Alan’s two friends were detained for over 6 hours. After their release, one of the young men had the traumatic task of calling Alan’s parents and telling them Alan was shot and killed by an Oakland Police Officer.
Initial reports put out by OPD, stated that “a suspect” (Alan) and a police officer exchanged gun fire and the officer was shot in the stomach by the suspect and the suspect was shot by the officer. Both were said to have been rushed to Highland Hospital where Alan died and the police officer was expected to recover. OPD also included in their reports witness statements who said they saw Alan shooting. OPD reported that they retrieved Alan’s firearm at the scene.
Later OPD changed their story to state that the officer was shot in the leg and an investigation was in process to determine whether the officer was wounded by “friendly fire.”
Only one of the officers chased Alan.
What we now know is that Alan Blueford never shot the police officer, at the police officer, or anyone else. OPD changed their story yet again, admitting and confirming that THE OFFICER SHOT HIMSELF.
We also know that Alan was never rushed to Highland Hospital. Only the police officer. Alan’s body lied in the streets for approximately 4 hours.
Alan was shot multiple times by the police officer.
The family has reason to believe that Alan never had a firearm.
The family has reason to believe that Alan never caused the officer to be threatened. Alan’s body can be described as a shorter stature (approximately 5 ft 6 ½ inches) and thin built (140 lbs).•
When Alan’s family learned of the claimed circumstances surrounding Alan’s death, we all knew that the facts were not true! Additionally, because they never called to confirm his death, we were sadly left with hope that the unnamed “suspect” was not Alan. He was joy to many people. We are suffering from a great loss.
Now OPD claims that the “victim” (no longer suspect) was a convicted felon on probation. His family will simply respond by saying felony probation does not describe Alan’s character. To describe Alan, you have to share that he 1] was a Christian; 2] worked with the disabled children at Skyline, one of whom described “Al” as his “bestfriend”; 3] began his mornings at Skyline High School by praying with his Godmother and Supervisor; 4] passed out candy at his
grandmother’s every Halloween; and 5] was well known by his family and friends as a respectful young man. But even more important is the fact that when the police officers decided not to respond to the call, but rather to bother Alan and his friends, all they knew is that they were 3 African-American young men. That’s why Alan was murdered.Alan’s family is seeking justice for his death. We are determined to have this “incident” thoroughly investigated and all wrongful parties prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. We ask that all of you support us by calling the City Councilman for District 7, Larry Reid, at 510-238-7007.
For any of you, out there, who feel you live in a post-racial America, I give you yet another exhibit in the continuing series: The Destruction of Black Male Youth. Black men, especially young black men, are being systematically murdered or incarcerated, usually by law enforcement officials or those allied with them physically or morally.
For every outraged white person who is “tired of being called a racist” because “they are not like that,” I submit that we, as white Americans, are just as culpable as if we held the gun or the jailhouse key in our hand, where we do not speak up, where we do not demand justice, where we do not seek restitution, where we do not attempt to even the badly disjointed scales in our country. Every young, black man who dies increases the stain upon us, that we do not speak up. Sleep easy if you can, for I won’t; too much innocent blood has been spilled defending my privilege, and I want it stopped.
Every white person needs to realize that, being raised with privilege within a racist society, it’s impossible for us not to hold some degree of racism. Racism is like a cancer, and you’re not always going to be aware that it’s inside of you. When you refuse to speak up about racism when it’s right in front of your face, you are allowing that cancer to fester. But more importantly, that silence is a betrayal. You can rant and rave all you want about how “not racist” you are, but if you choose not to speak up when it really counts, your life is a lie. You’re nothing. Your complacence is what kills these kids.
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE OAKLAND PD MURDERING BLACK MEN?
HELL, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH POLICE IN GENERAL MURDERING BLACK MEN?
Oh, wait, I forgot, Black and brown bodies are guilty until proven that the cops are lying, racist murderers.
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