“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)
“It is a fashion that has spawned a slew of neologisms among postmodern geographers: “dead zone,” “nameless space,” “blank space,” “liminal space,” “urban void,” “terrain vague, “gapspace,” “drosscape.”—Alastair Bonnett, Unruly Places: Lost Spaces, Secret Cities, and Other Inscrutable Geographies. (via batarde)
“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)