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Monday, May 3rd: Hi everyone, I’m Gemma, a bi, mentally ill disaster, who’s in desperate need of help.
I didn’t expect to be asking for help again so soon from my previous post, but things have unexpectedly gotten so much worse for me, and due to creditors, fees and late bills, my account is overdrawn and I’m in quite a bit of debt.
As most of you are already aware from my previous post, I have been struggling financially for quite some time due to my welfare benefits (Universal Credit) being under a review, which is due to my worsening mental health and the UK’s controversial changes to how benefits are assessed and assigned. And at the moment, I’m currently struggling to get by, as all previous donations have gone to pay off old court fees and my rent arrears. I am also still awaiting the outcome of my PIP Assessment (May 2021 at the latest)
To be quite honest, these past few months have been absolute hell for me, and with no other income, I’ve been relying on the kindness of others to get by. However, due to quite a lot of late bills, fees and rent to be paid, it’s been difficult for me to stay out of debt and it just keeps building up, and now due to avoiding creditor calls and red notices, it is at such a huge expense I can’t possibly pay off on my own.
If anyone could spare any amount to help me, even if it’s just £1/$1/€1, it would literally save my life, and sharing definitely helps just as much as donations. Nobody is obligated in any way to donate if they can’t or don’t want to, I know we’re all struggling right now.
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i remember these men on tinder that put ‘bilingual’ in their bio like ehh yeah you and 95% of the world and it’s not like most students in edinburgh aren’t international lol
The body trade was as elaborate as the trans-Atlantic and domestic slave trade that transported Africans to the New World and resold African-Americans on our soil. But when enslaved people died, some were sold again and trafficked along the same roads and waterways they traveled while alive.
The domestic cadaver trade was active, functional and profitable for much of the 19th century. Fueled by demand from medical schools’ need for specimens for anatomy classes, it was a booming business. Typically, the supply of bodies consisted of executed criminals and unclaimed corpses from almshouses and prisons.
But when these sources fell short, physicians and students alike looked elsewhere. Some anatomy professors personally sent agents to work with professional body snatchers who stole bodies from pauper cemeteries.
Body snatchers like Grandison Harris of Georgia and Chris Baker of Virginia collected specimens for dissection for the benefit of medical colleges. While they received room, board and modest wages for the bodies they collected, they were also enslaved African-American men themselves, listed as “janitors” or “porters” in the medical schools’ records.
According to faculty minutes of the Medical College of Georgia from an 1852 meeting, the dean of the college purchased Harris at a Charleston, S.C., auction for $700, equivalent to about $22,000 today.
Baker was born at the Medical College of Virginia (Virginia Commonwealth University today) to enslaved parents who worked at the college. Thus the school did not need to purchase him — being born to an enslaved woman meant he, too, was enslaved. Both men were central in acquiring cadavers used for dissection.
Having the two body snatchers in the building where anatomy professors taught and performed dissections gave the schools an advantage in recruiting. The medical colleges boasted about their ample supplies of subjects for dissection, a necessary component for training in human anatomy.
Enslaved people like Harris and Baker who were forced to rob graves were complicated and important historical figures, and their stories remind us we have much to learn from the legacy of slavery in the United States.
It’s well known that the effects of this chapter of American history, during which human beings were bought and sold, still reverberate today. As President Barack Obama emphasized last year in an interview with Trevor Noah of “The Daily Show,” America “has by no means overcome the legacy of slavery.”
I would add that we are still discovering it.
It’s nearly impossible to find history textbooks that discuss the cadaver trade or the role enslaved people like Harris and Baker played in it. Aside from Craig S. Wilder and Michael Sappol, until recently, few scholars have considered what I refer to as the “ghost value” of the bodies of deceased enslaved people traded throughout the United States for medical education.
Medical schools regularly purchased bodies from men like Harris and Baker. In Richmond, Va., where Baker brought the bodies he acquired, adult cadavers cost $12, mothers and their infants cost $15, and children from ages 4 to 10 were worth $8.
That schools had payment schedules for this expense speaks volumes about the routine nature of the trade.
American medical schools must finally acknowledge and atone for this.
In the same way that Georgetown University and schools such as Brown, Yale, Harvard, the University of Virginia and the College of William and Mary have come clean about the role of enslaved people in their founding, other schools should open their records and confirm their involvement in the domestic cadaver trade.
We will be a more informed nation because of it.
if im not stood at the helm of a 19th century pirate ship with the furious wind whipping at my billowing white shirt and the waves beating at the starboard side and my dark hair unraveling from its braid and my crew singing a shanty like a religious chant trying to make god hear them over the sound of the creaking of the mast and the screaming of the sea then whats the point
disability advocacy went wrong when it became about inspiration porn and “differently abled” and savants. its incredible that that guy with no legs did a triathlon but your sister with no legs will not and she doesnt need prosthetics or five hour training days to deserve respect and compassion and accommodations. its incredible that that autistic guy can look at a city from a helicopter for an hour and then draw the entire detailed skyline from memory when he lands but your autistic friend cannot and they dont need to have a special Autism Power to deserve respect and compassion and accommodations.
activism framed around “we are just as CAPABLE” means that when people genuinely are less capable they are left behind. activism framed around “we are just as WORTHY” is fundamental to radical compassion.
I’m Erin and my family needs at least $15 dollars to eat tonight. The kids are hungry and we’re out of food. We desperately need help and I don’t know what to do. The kids are very hungry and I want to make sure my family has food. I am working on a thing that’ll lead to a positive change for us, that’ll take time, we need help now. We are out of food & we have no money. I want to take care of my mom and keep her safe (Mom has lupus, other medical conditions, is immunocompromised, plus she’s 61 years old) I risk exposing her and myself (as I’m also immune compromised) by going out to grocery shop. My caseworker has helped me apply for SSI again, after being rejected the first time, and of which I am just waiting to hear back on it and that takes some time. If you want to donate, be it 1 cent or 5 cent, no amount is too small, it would be appreciated and go towards food/ necessitates. Will repay anyone who donates in any way. Reblogs help. Nobody has to donate if they don’t want to or can’t, times are hard. No one feel guilty. I love y’all. Please don’t send hate, I will block you. I’m ashamed to even ask as y’all have helped us so much.
This story just keeps getting worse and worse
Nothing about any of what I just read makes any actual sense
Meanwhile in Plymouth, MN, a white kid this past week brought a gun to his high school, shot it into the air in the hallways, and OF COURSE is taken in without being hurt or shot.
Unfriendly reminder that this was labelled as a “school shooting” for several days in an attempt to cover up what actually happened.
Even unfriendlier reminder that after enough push back, knoxville pd caved and released the body cam footage of all four officers involved. The child was being restrained by two officers at the time he was shot.
no more white goyim teaching history
anyway if anyone tries to tell you that you can’t blame the world for not knowing about antisemitism in nazi germany they’re full of shit because all the policies leading up to the final solution were publicized.
two more events they don’t teach you about:
every government in the americas turned down the s.s. st. louis (the source skirts around this but yes that includes the usa)
one of my favorite articles ever touches on why anne frank is more popular than eli wiesl, and i think that same sentiment applies to why we focus on the goyishe saviors and not the jewish rebels, on the liberation of auschwitz and not the bombing debate
goyim are allowed to reblog this
another thing they don’t teach in school is that the warsaw ghetto uprising was not like, jews trying to free themselves, it was jews trying to decide the circumstances of their own deaths. they already knew they were fucked and decided to go out guns blazing. it was in response to notices being posted announcing their imminent deportation to concentration camps
hoe vang je liefde
in lijnen van kleur en woorden
die door iedereen gebruikt te zijn
hun kracht en precisie
in hun onduidelijkheid over het ongrijpbare
zoals limonade steeds verdund
zijn zoetheid verliest
en toch zelfs in zijn puurste vorm
het fruit waarnaar hij vernoemt is
alleen door associatie benadert
I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days