theillustratednerdgirl:

strugglingtobeheard:

ethiopienne:

steviemcfly:

fromonesurvivortoanother:

theoceanandthesky:

[tw: racism, bombs, explosions]

witchsistah:

queennubian:

socialsociety:

BLACK WALL STREET is not a record label started by The Game.

 Black Wall Street was the most prosperous black community in America during the 1920’s located in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was known as “Little Africa” or “Black Beverly Hills”, a prime example of racial nationalism. To put into perspective of how money flowed in Black Wall Street, a dollar took 365 DAYS to leave the community, now a dollar leaves an African American Community every 15 MINUTES. The community had hundreds of businesses all negro owned and their motto was “To educate every child”. 

 June 1, 1921 white supremacists bombed BLACK WALL STREET and killed over 3000 people and destroyed over 600 businesses. 21 churches, 21 restaurants, 30 grocery stores, a hospital, bank, post office, and most schools were destroyed. The dead were buried in unmarked graves. It wasn’t till 1997 that Oklahoma decided to pass the “1921 Race Riot Reconciliation Act” which provided decedents of that area a free college education.

SMH AT AMERICAN HISTORY

 READ THIS. They for sure aren’t teaching this in school. Tell your babies. Share with your students.

For all those “BOOTSTRAPS” bastards.

reblogging for history that i was never taught

As many people were killed that day as on 9/11 and this is the first I’ve heard of it.

Reblogging again for that last comment because I’m in the same boat. I had NEVER heard of this before, and the numbers are the same. I wonder why that is.

And this isn’t the only place something like that happened. 

I went to Booker T. Washington H.S. in Tulsa, OK, one of the few buildings that survived the riot, and I feel like this was mentioned maybe once, and incredibly briefly. Nobody wants to talk about this shit. If you try to look back and find old articles about it, you’ll find they’ve been expunged from those old (white-owned) newspapers. And the original reported death toll was something like 26 black people and 13 white people, which is ridiculous. They buried people in mass graves. They dropped bombs on them. They rounded up Greenwood residents at gunpoint and put them in detention centers, some say for protection, but not everybody believes that. Although, with white rioters out committing murder, burning every building in sight and looting businesses and homes, Greenwood was suddenly the least safe place ever to be a black person. Dr. A.C. Jackson was one of the most prominent black physicians in America at the time and he was shot outside his house.

And nobody wants you to know how many people died. The official death toll is still 39. But I’ve read 300, 3000, 3900. Thousands of people were rendered homeless. And the Greenwood district is still there, but it’s no thriving community.

And you know what started it? Aside from a white girl shrieking and a black guy running away? The newspapers ran a story about how there was gonna be a lynch mob outside the courthouse. And the shit of it is, there doesn’t seem to be any indication that there was going to be a lynch mob before the story ran. 

But I guess the sick and disgusting truth of it is if hadn’t been that newspaper story it probably would have been something else. At the time of the riot, Tulsa had 3200 Klan members and a thriving black community who dared to succeed in life. Seriously, there were some black people in town who had more money than some white people that was what fueled so much of the violence and looting. How dare they.

(via face-down-asgard-up)

There are feminists and there are sexists. There is nothing in the middle. This sounds extreme, but when you think about it, it makes sense. Feminism is the belief in equality and equality of treatment between the genders. So if you don’t believe men and women should have equality, that would make you a…

Hmm, this is difficult. 

gahhhhh the patriarchy

I just weighed myself for the first time in a couple months, and I noticed that I had gained 5 pounds. My first reaction was HOLY SHIT 114 LBs I AM A FUCKING ELEPHANT. Then I stepped off the scale, looked in the mirror, and realized that the weight looks good on me. I have curves (sorta). I look healthy. Hot, even. But I still couldn’t shake the voice in the back of my head that was saying “you gained weight. you’re doing something wrong. panic now.” That bugs me so much. GO AWAY, VOICE. MY BODY IS NORMAL. 

Why I Love French

To be woman in this society is to be allowed to speak only in the social context of man’s speech. Because it is considered a dirty thing to be a woman, to say “womanly things,” to express emotion or to question intent, is a filthy task. The patterns we are socialized to communicate under, the patterns of openness in thought and feeling, are highly suspect because they are unfamiliar to male language constructs. I can rarely say what I mean without being accused of artifice and manipulation. The times when I am being the most honest are inevitably the times when I am most frequently accused of some “feminine deception.” The communication of women is devalued such that men assume it has no purpose other than to foil them. Thus, the understanding of women’s communication, like every other part of the feminine identity, becomes dependent on men.

Perhaps this is why I have a compelling, nearly erotic fascination with languages. Perhaps this is why many women do. The small tools of self-expression that are forbidden to me in my own tongue, the things that will sound silly, trite, so representative of the Eternal Feminine which I despise, are, in a language unintelligible to those around me, no one’s thoughts but my own. To speak in an unfamiliar language is to reap all the benefits of speaking in my own head without that visceral sense of having been silenced to the world. In English, the expression: “I feel as though you’re not listening to me” brings with it nasty connotations of stereotypical feminine neuroticism. It appears desperate, pleading, even hysterical. In French, I may say “Je crois que tu ne m’écoutes pas.” The meaning is the same, but to native English listeners, the baggage is all but lost in translation. It is an expression of statement and of fact, if also of insanity.

As for insanity, that is the price of my whisperings. The woman all cloaked in rich fabrics and disjointed ideas, muttering in tongues, is not unfamiliar to the folklore of western civilization. We have been named many things—witches, cat ladies, spinsters, and harpies. Perhaps we are all of these things. But, as much as we know how, we are free.

I really dislike this. Why is “lady” something inherently different than “boss”?

fuck patriarchy.

(via clumsybynaturee-deactivated2012)

I got blocked.

I’m feeling the need again to do a rant on promiscuous women

dofl:

sometime or another I’ll actually get around to it. 

don’t do it. promiscuity rocks. slut-shaming is for patriarchy enablers. 

(Source: rae-elizabeth)