“Every time police brutality goes unrecognized, is excused, or worse yet, is lauded by those who think victims must deserve it by virtue of their address and skin color, it damages our society. If the police are meant to protect and serve, then the question of who they are protecting, and how they are serving, must be asked and answered.”—Mykki Kendall, in How Social Media Changed the Conversation on #Ferguson (August 17, 2014)
To Supplement Dr. Christina Sharpe’s essay, Black Life, Annotated, TNI asked Sharpe to create a syllabus for further reading on the subject and she graciously obliged, with help from Mariame Kaba and Dr. Tamara Nopper.
Introduction to The Prison Industrial Complex
I recommend everything on the blog Prison Culture “How the PIC Structures Our World…”
“Which cases galvanize activists into action, and which are ignored completely? In the wake of the Jena 6, Troy Davis, Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, and other high profile cases, I have taken note of the patterns that structure political appeals, particularly the way
innocence becomes a necessary precondition for the launching of anti-racist political campaigns. These campaigns often center on prosecuting and harshly punishing the individuals responsible for overt and locatable acts of racist violence, thus positioning the State and the criminal justice system as an ally and protector of the oppressed.”—Against Innocence: Race, Gender, and the Politics of Safety (via ninjabikeslut)
We are getting serious and antsy for more. We are tired of being spoken of, spoken for. We are dolls, dehumanised, objectified, fragmented, and our publication will be a caring hospital. Let us explain.
Doll Hospital is a free art and literature journal. It will be available both in print and online in different forms and content. Our aim is to create an accessible platform for artists and writers to share their lived experiences of mental health. We publish short stories, poetry, cultural musings, comic art and everything in between. We prioritize work that takes an intersectional focus. Doll Hospital looks to move beyond the two archetypes of ‘mental illness’: the tortured white man genius, and the delicate, white girl, loved not despite of, but because of, her ‘illness’. We need to do better.
We are particularly interested in work that emphasises the multiplicity of experiences, prioritising marginalised stories that may otherwise go ignored by so called ‘mainstream’ media.
To speak of your struggles is not a privilege; in our publication it is a right. We want to challenge the idea that in order to speak authoritatively on ‘mental illness’ you need to be a college educated white dude. If you’re dealing with mental health problems and have a story to tell, we don’t care about your clips, we’d be honoured to have you.
All mediums are welcome, though we’re particularly into poetry, fiction, personal essays, pop culture essays, illustration and comics. Oh, and nurse chansey fan art. For more info check out our submission page.
We also welcome all criticisms, ideas and more, because, to be truly intersectional and inclusive we need as many voices as possible. Message us via tumblr or shoot us a mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.
This is a small publication (like one girl with a laptop answering emails in her lunch break for no pay small) but we aim to pay each and every contributor for their hard work, and are currently applying to funding and seeking donations in order to make this a reality.
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Yearly reminder to festival fashion photographers to include some fatties in your roundups. We, too, look cute as shit (and we have to work harder at it because of how society views chubby/fat bodies as inherently slobby).
When I first read this a few weeks ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then I got really pissed about the tone I kept seeing over and over online and then I started thinking about it when I was at different shows and then I wrote this.
“But there’s something more that gets under my skin about how awful these “festival fashion round-ups” and “fashion tips” tend to be: it’s one of the exceedingly rare mainstream moments where I see women represented as music fans, included as part of the conversation as music lovers. Why does it have to be all flower crowns and denim cut-offs?”—We don’t want your summer music festival tips by me (July 31, 2014)
Two women in other parts of the country wanted to pay an overdue bill for someone in Detroit. This is their project.
I cant help right now, but hopefully some of y’all can.
I signed up. If you’re concerned with this situation and have the means to please consider doing so as well. Raising awareness is good, but it only does so much if everyone expects “someone else” to be the one who takes action. This is a concrete way to directly influence the issue if you’re in a situation that allows you to afford it.
“These dead are supremely uninterested in the living: in those who took their lives; in witnesses—or in us. Why should they seek our gaze? What would they have to say to us? “We”—this “we” is everyone who has never experienced anything like what they went through—don’t understand. We don’t get it. We truly can’t imagine what it was like. We can’t imagine how dreadful, how terrifying war is—and how normal it becomes. Can’t understand, can’t imagine. That’s what every soldier, and every journalist and aid worker and independent observer who has put in time under fire and had the luck to elude the death that struck down others nearby, stubbornly feels. And they are right.”—Susan Sontag, “Looking at War” from The New Yorker. (via batarde)
Hi! I appreciate what you are doing to spread awareness about the whole situation but why don't you post more pictures of the children and people who are dying everyday day in Gaza and let the world see how monstrous Israel is.
I am so, so, so tired of seeing pictures of mangled children, of parents with faces contorted in grief, of corpses that are charred, with missing limbs, with holes in them. A few days ago they were circulating a picture of a child from Gaza who’s skull had been cracked open and hollowed out. Stop it. Stop circulating these pictures.
There’s a reason you only see these pictures of brown and black bodies from third world countries. Think about it for a second, have you ever seen pictures of the dead from 9/11 or the Boston bombing or any of the hundreds of school shootings that happen in the US?
But see those lives matter so much more, you don’t need a picture of a burned body to care, just the thought of it happening is enough to make you horrified. And the thought of anybody publishing pictures from the events I just mentioned probably repulses you, so why don’t you have the same reaction to the images coming out of Gaza?
I used to think that people needed to see these pictures, to know what’s going on, to be forced to care—but it’s fucking bullshit. It’s bullshit that people should have to make an exposition of their private pain for you to care about atrocities against humanity. Knowing what’s happening there should be enough, pictures of destroyed homes and explosions are more than enough proof if that’s what you’re after.
It’s beyond cruel that people who have just lost those that they love, parents who’ve lost little babies, should then be expected to make a performance of their pain so that maybe just maybe this stupid fucking apathetic world will care for once. People are expected to air their grief so your stupid ass will have something to cry over and be ‘moved’ by. I’m so sick of people’s grief being put on display for the disinterested viewer who can switch it off and walk away at any time, who couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like.
There is a certain respect granted to the dead and to the grief of those from privileged backgrounds. To deny someone that respect is to belittle the greatness of their loss and to reduce their pain to the politics it stems from; it is to say their human experiences are somehow less—and it goes hand in hand with the racist and disgusting idea that those brown and black people who live in strife ridden areas, those who have to fight for their lives, somehow value life less. Only those we dehumanize are denied respect like this.
Enough. Stop making a spectacle of their grief, stop making a spectacle of the dead.