can’t hid these in the tags, because this is all true
“All lives matter when we want to be racist and misogynist but if we have to be mildly inconvenienced you can all die”
Yes, yes- we’ve all heard the ’Jaskier doesn’t age because he’s secretly part Elf’ headcanon, and that’s all very well and good, but has anyone considered:
Jaskier is fully human, but Roach is part unicorn, and very fond of the colorful nonsense man who gives her treats, and Jaskier has no goddamn clue why he still looks 30 after twenty long years later but he is NOT going to question it
TIL that a mob from a nearby county threatened to lynch Black newspaper editor John Mitchell Jr. for writing an editorial condemning a lynching. Armed with two pistols, he then traveled to that same county to report on the lynching on-site.
“Mitchell himself was threatened with hanging at the hands of a Charlotte County mob angered by his reporting of the lynching, there, of Richard Walker in May of 1886. Mitchell was sent a rope with a note attached, warning him that he would be lynched himself if he ever set foot in the county. In reply, and borrowing a line from Shakespeare, Mitchell had this to say: “There are no terrors, Cassius, in your threats, for I am so strong in honesty that they pass by me like the idle wind, which I respect not.” Then, armed with two Smith & Wesson pistols, he boarded a train for Smithville and undeterred, walked the five miles from the station to the site of the hanging. He went unmolested.“
SALUTE TO A REAL ONE
Now this is big dick energy
hardest flex of 1886
@dickwitch how dare you hide this in the tags?
dude remember when USA tumblr used to go absolutely apeshit on the 4th of july and when people said “but america is terrible” we said “we know but let us just have this one day” but like ever since trump got elected it’s just been so bleak and chaotic that we can’t even pretend to be Ultra Patriotic For The Memes anymore. we’re just tired and angry.
“My name is Brianna Meeks, and I have an offbeat but clear-headed dream. It has been on my mind since the death of my beloved grandfather in 2007. After thirteen years of wishing, I have the chance to make it come true.
My grandparents were named Arthur and Annie Stone, and they were the children of sharecroppers. They too were sharecroppers until the 1960s, when they were able to purchase their farm outright. They raised three daughters there, including my mama.
When Papa died, Nanny could not run the farm on her own, and my mom and her sisters made the choice to sell it. I was 17 at the time, and the longing for that farmhouse with the dark green shutters has stayed on my shoulders all these years since.
Simply put: I am going to try to buy it back. Miraculously, the current owner is looking to sell it.
This is the one chance I’ll ever have to do this.
For me, the story begins in 1995, the first of countless times I remember piling in the car with my siblings and parents, driving the three and a half hours from Atlanta, GA, to Nanny and Papa’s house in Petersburg, TN. This farmhouse was where we spent countless happy Thanksgivings, Christmases, and summer holidays.
But for Arthur and Annie stone, the story starts 150 years before that. To the period just after the American Civil War called Reconstruction.
Quick history lesson if you need one: Agriculture was the economic force of the Southern United States, and the enslavement of people descended from stolen Africans kept the economy afloat. After the enslaved became freedmen, General Sherman proposed that the land seized from former Confederates should be divided among the freedmen, as repayment for their treatment.
This is commonly referred to as Forty Acres and a Mule, and it was a promise that wasn’t kept. Instead, the land was returned to the former Confederates who previously owned it.
The land needed to be worked. And there was an entire population – only recently considered citizens in their own right – who needed work and food and security. Enter: sharecropping.
Sharecropping was an exploitative model. It worked like this: a tenant would live on and work a portion of a landowner’s plantation, farm, or land. In exchange, that tenant kept a (usually small) portion of the crop come harvest time. Sharecroppers had very little agency. They didn’t own their own equipment, they were forced to accept the prices the landowners were willing to pay, and if they stuck up for themselves they risked their livelihood and family home.
In the last years of her life, Nanny told me that she had taken to being pen pals with the son of the landowner she sharecropped for. He apologized for the ways he and his family had wronged my grandparents. It is no small feat that these people – my people – born not even 60 years after the dissolution of slavery, broke the mold of their families and somehow overcame admitted wrongdoing. That feels like another miracle.
If all I ever accomplished in my life was buying back my grandparents’ farm and restoring it to something they would be proud of, that would be enough. I want to live a life where my siblings and our children can go back there for holidays. I want my mama to spend more Thanksgivings or Christmases there in her life.
So I am asking you to please help me get my ancestral home back. I would appreciate anything you can contribute. And if you are not in a position to donate, all I ask is that you share the link to this campaign with everyone you can think of.
Nanny and Papa spent their entire lives in the picturesque state of Tennessee; living through the roaring twenties, the great depression, Jim Crow, the Civil Rights movement, and so much more.
Their lives make up the history of that land. It’s now on me to determine the future of it.”
Lakota here. Y'all need to stop assuming you know what’s best for our sacred sites. This person is absolutely right, whether or not Six Grandfathers gets blown up is not a discussion that involves anyone who isn’t Lakota. You need to stop pushing your own political agenda on us, we didn’t ask for it and many of us have spoken openly about how uncomfortable we are with these kinds of jokes and statements.
Give it back to us because it’s always been ours and should never have been defaced to begin with, not because you want us to be the ones to blow it up.
Except many Lakota people have come out to say they do not wish to destroy the faces because it would cause further harm to the mountain so maybe we should give it back to them and then let them decide what to do with it instead of acting like we know what best for them
Seriously, fuck Mount Rushmore.
Mount Rushmore is a middle finger in the face of the Lakota People.
Y’know, African American people fought on both sides of the Revolutionary War (the British promised enslaved people freed for signing up with Loyalist forces, while Washington reluctantly allowed people to fight on the Patriot side because he realised the war would effectively came down to who armed black people first).
The difference? Washington supposedly said that they should just kill any slaves who might potentially join the British, and after the war African American people were banned from the armed forces in many states due to the threat that having black people trained to use guns would potentially have to the slave economy. This is in addition to many slave owners just deciding to not uphold their promise to free the people they’d sent to fight in their place.
While the British, who were by no means less racist, did somewhat uphold their end of the bargin by evacuating people who could prove they fought with the Loyalists (including their families) to Canada, the British Isles and such. There’s paperwork to prove this.
It’s an interesting detail, I thought.
All of this delights me to no end.
…I’m actually speechless.
I wasn’t looking for any information about railroads and now I’m left with that + knowledge about spaceships, Roman chariots and one (1) unexpected but welcome joke.
I am now trying to figure out how to share this (the age-appropriate parts) with my middle school history students. What a great chain of facts!
“Lakota land defenders have blocked access to the Trump rally at Mt Rushmore in the Ȟe Sapa, aka Black Hills! Nat'l guard on scene. Tear gas used. Arrests happening.
Plz donate to bail.
venmo: @westriverbailfund (6892 if asked to confirm phone)
PayPal to: westriverbailfund@gmail “
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Playing a simplified version of DnD due to one of the players being my nine year old cousin (playing for the first time). They’re excaping a prison/cave system, and previously decided not to kill one of the bad guys and only knocked him unconscious (9 y/o’s idea).
9 y/o: “I pull him along with us toward the big monster at the end of the cave and throw him at the monster’s feet”
They eventually beat the monster, the bait victim still mostly intact, and it’s pretty clear that this is the end of our one shot. As they exit the cave, 9 y/o says “I pull the unconscious man along for food.”
Older sister: “Food? Food for what? The monster is dead.”
9 y/o (evidently thinking she’s an idiot): “No. Not for the monster. Food for us.”
Toph: hey uncle Iroh
Azula: he’s not YOUR uncle
Toph: say that to my fists
Azula: you can’t just join a family by force
Iroh: oh look it’s my two favorite nieces
Can’t stop imagining post-redemption Azula and Toph frequently getting into fights because “no Zuko is MY brother”