While I applaud his creativity, I’m a little concerned about the subject matter of my son’s latest writing project.
Vimeo in the sky with diamonds #skullfuck2014 #live4everdie2nite (at Skullfuck Lake)
That Art Deco tho
I did the stupid Ice Bucket Challenge meme. I think we did it wrong.
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Police used tear gas just after 9pm local time on Aug 13 to disperse crowds on West Florissant Avenue.
Police dismantled camera equipment used by Al-Jazeera journalists after tear gassing them.
Follow live coverage of standoff between police and protesters in Ferguson, MO: http://cir.ca/news/michael-brown-missouri-shooting/154191
This is really fucking powerful.
This is a collection of Tweets from military veterans reacting to the police response in Ferguson.
And if this shit doesn’t scare you, I don’t know what will.
The Burrito Challenge - The clouds are fluffy, the weather lovely, and the smell of burrito is in the air. http://cameo.tv/c/mRElQeCm
I went on a twitter rant yesterday and I still feel the same way today. Because of work, I didn’t have time to write the essay on this I think it deserves, and honestly so many more people have already put it out there better than I might (roxanegay for one, but also probably so many others).
This is a complicated issue for me. My brother, a police officer, was in riot gear in Ferguson on Sunday night and Monday morning. I texted him last night and he was geared up again, waiting for the call, cradling my infant niece. I know what’s right here, and it’s justice for this family and this community, and it hurts to know that my own brother—a thinking, reasonable, justice-loving person like me—could be (is?) part of the problem right now.
All I can do is think about this. All I can do is talk about it and hope that it eventually starts to make sense, and that it helps other people to make sense of it too. And I want change, too, but I don’t know what my place in that is yet, and I’m looking for it. And I’m doing my best to listen. For now, maybe that’s my job. Listen, listen, challenge myself and the people around me to really listen, and then listen some more.
I want my black friends, and their kids, to wake up every morning knowing for certain that they matter as much as me and my family. I want them to know this so hard that they don’t even have to think about it anymore, in the same way that I don’t have to think about it and never have. They deserve that, the same privilege as me. And I want them to feel like they can trust the institutions that are ostensibly supposed to serve and protect them (something even I am feeling less and less every day). Everyone deserves this. I think it’s a human right.
Also, these tweets made two pretty racist people on twitter angry so mission accomplished I guess.