"For it must be cried out, at a time when some have the audacity to neo-evangelize in the name of the ideal of a liberal democracy that has finally realized itself as the ideal of human history: never have violence, inequality, exclusion, famine, and thus economic oppression affected as many human beings in the history of the earth and of humanity. Instead of singing the advent of the ideal of liberal democracy and of the capitalist market in the euphoria of the end of history, instead of celebrating the ‘end of ideologies’ and the end of the great emancipatory discourses, let us never neglect this obvious macroscopic fact, made up of innumerable singular sites of suffering: no degree of progress allows one to ignore that never before, in absolute figures, have so many men, women and children been subjugated, starved or exterminated on the earth."
"The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything."
Trigger Warning: Border Patrol agent identified after suicide, kidnapping, sexual assault of immigrants →
A U.S. Border Patrol agent came across two girls and a woman near the Rio Grande before dusk Wednesday, when he took them into his custody, investigators said.
But rather than arrest the Honduran nationals suspected of an immigration violation, he broke the law himself.
Border Patrol agent Esteban Manzanares, 32, raped the woman and slashed her wrists. He then turned to her 14-year-old daughter and sexually assaulted her, as well, and tried to break her neck. The girl passed out as a result.
The mother and one daughter managed to flee, said three law enforcement officials investigating or briefed on the case.
Following the outdoor assaults, Manzanares left the mother and her daughter behind before he took the other teen with him, the officials said.
He then took the girl to his Mission home in the 4300 block of South Shary Road, where he tied her up, stuffed a sock in her mouth and went back to finish his shift patrolling the area south of Mission.
Afterward, just before midnight, he went home and sexually assaulted the girl, two law enforcement officials confirmed.
The woman, who is believed to have be an immigrant from Honduras who’d just illegally crossed the Rio Grande, told authorities searching the area that the man who had taken her girl was wearing a green uniform — Border Patrol’s color, a law enforcement official said.
Shortly after, agents found the second victim and searched for the third.
Federal and local investigators already were on Manzanares’ trail. As FBI agents arrived outside his home, they heard a gunshot — the bullet that Manzanares used to take his own life, two law enforcement officials said. Members of a Mission police SWAT team responded, broke a window and forced their way inside.
There, they found the 14-year-old girl, still bound — but alive.
"White Americans always think racism is a feeling, and they reject it or they embrace it. To most [white] Americans, it seems more honorable and nicer to reject it, so they do, but they almost invariably fail to understand that how they feel means very little to black Americans, who understand racism as a way of structuring American culture, American politics, and the American economy."
This insanely gorgeous home has an amazing story behind it.
Fonthill was the home of the American archeologist and tile maker Henry Chapman Mercer, in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. Built between 1908 and 1912, it is an early example of poured-in-place concrete and features 44 rooms, over 200 windows, 18 fireplaces and 10 bathrooms. The interior was originally painted in pastel colors, but age and sunlight have all but eradicated any hint of the former hues. It contains much built-in furniture and is embellished with decorative tiles that Mercer made at the height of the Arts and Crafts movement. It is filled with an extensive collection of ceramics embedded in the concrete of the house, as well as other artifacts from his world travels, including cuneiform tablets discovered in Mesopotamia dating back to over 2300 BCE. The home also contains around 1,000 prints from Mercer’s extensive collection, as well as over six thousand books, almost all of which were annotated by Mercer himself.
More images (by Karl Graf)
"I strongly believe that the silence that envelopes the narrative of sexuality in Africa can only be broken by African LGBT and queer people taking proactive steps to tell their stories. It will help to know we exist and are relevant to the development of the continent."
Bisi Alimi (via queerafrica)
Bisi is one of the foremost Nigerian LGBTQ activists in diaspora. He was the first person to “come out” on national television in Nigeria, after which he was severely beaten and forced to flee to the UK seeking asylum. Having received asylum, he is now deeply involved in HIV/AIDS and LGBTQ activism in the UK, lobbying against Nigeria’s recently passed draconian anti-LGBTQ bill, which imposes prison sentences of 14 years on Nigerian LGBTQ individuals. In the north of Nigeria, which is under Shari’ah law, LGBTQ individuals are subject to the death penalty by public stoning. Bisi is a tremendous fighter in the struggle against this bill.
Check out the story on how he came out publicly in Nigeria and his subsequent journey to asylum in the UK: HERE
Follow Bisi on Twitter: @bisialimi
Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.
But other times…
Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.
I call it White Knuckling it.