Part of a new mural in Montreal by Jessica Sabogal.
Since 1980, 3000 native Canadian women have been murdered/gone missing. Indigenous women are five times more likely than other women to die as a result of violence. Sixty percent of known perpetrators are white men.
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Ya’at’eeh! Please consider donating so that I may pursue a Master of Fine Arts degree in Social Practice at California College of the Arts this fall. It is with great faith and committment in my chosen path that I ask for your support. I have worked incredibly hard and produced a portfolio worthy of a $41,000 merit scholarship to help cover my $43,000 tuition. I do have my tribes scholarship that should take care of the rest and also part of my health insurance through the school. I still have my housing, food, transportation, class fees, and art supplies to pay for. I need your support more than ever to help me accomplish my goals.Signal boost!!!
Jennifer Castle’s new record is the heart of a hummingbird: small, quiet, compact and so very strong.
“I spent eight days in Ferguson, and in that time I developed a kind of between-the-world-and-Ferguson view of the events surrounding Brown’s death. I was once a linebacker-sized eighteen-year-old, too. What I knew then, what black people have been required to know, is that there are few things more dangerous than the perception that one is a danger. I’m embarrassed to recall that my adolescent love of words doubled as a strategy to assuage those fears; it was both a pitiable desire for acceptance and a practical necessity for survival. I know, to this day, the element of inadvertent intimidation that colors the most innocuous interactions, particularly with white people. There are protocols for this. I sometimes let slip that I’m a professor or that I’m scarcely even familiar with the rules of football, minor biographical facts that stand in for a broader, unspoken statement of reassurance: there is no danger here. And the result is civil small talk and feeble smiles and a sense of having compromised. Other times, in an elevator or crossing a darkened parking lot, when I am six feet away but the world remains between us, I remain silent and simply let whatever miasma of stereotype or fear might be there fill the void.”
– Between the World and Ferguson by Jelani Cobb (August 26, 2014)
Ernest C. Withers - I Am A Man, Sanitation Workers Strike, Memphis, Tennessee, March 28, 1968
Till and Esther, Michigan sweethearts
I think I’ve reblogged this without credit before
Me in a former life.
I’m back at work and sifting through hundreds of emails and really needed to see this today.