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Critics generally don’t associate Black people with ideas. They see marginal people; they see just another story about Black folks. They regard the whole thing as sociologically interesting perhaps, but very parochial. There’s a notion out in the land that there are human beings one writes about, and then there are Black people or Indians or some other marginal group. If you write about the world from that point of view, somehow it is considered lesser. We are people, not aliens. We live, we love, and we die.
Toni Morrison (via blackcontemporaryart)
i was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not i had even spoken myself. my silences had not protected me. your silences will not protect you…. what are the words you do not yet have? what are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own need for language.” i began to ask each time: “what’s the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?” unlike women in other countries, our breaking silence is unlikely to have us jailed, “disappeared” or run off the road at night. our speaking out will irritate some people, get us called bitchy or hypersensitive and disrupt some dinner parties. and then our speaking out will permit other women to speak, until laws are changed and lives are saved and the world is altered forever. next time, ask: what’s the worst that will happen? then push yourself a little further than you dare. once you start to speak, people will yell at you. they will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. and the world won’t end. and the speaking will get easier and easier. and you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. and you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. and new ones will find you and cherish you. and you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as i think emma goldman said, “if I can’t dance, i don’t want to be part of your revolution.” and at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. and that is not speaking.
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tepitome:

"We are human beings. We deserve to be buried by our children not the other way around. No matter how u felt about black people look at this mother and look at this father and tell me as a human being how u cannot feel empathy for them. How can u not feel sympathy for their pain and loss. These are not ‘THOTS, niggas/niggers, hoes, Ballers, Divas.’ These two people are parents. They are humans that produced a child and loved that child and that child was slaughtered like Game and left face down as public spectacle while his blood drained down the street.

Look at the pain of this mother; look into her eyes. Look at the man behind her. Look at that father made helpless and hurt that he cud not defend his seed. Don’t debate. Don’t insert your agenda. Save me the bullshit Black On Black Crime speech and look at these two Noble creatures called humans and look at what govt-sanctioned murder has done. It has robbed them of their humanity and replaced it with pain and shame, suffering and hurt.

-Killer Mike on the Mike Brown shooting

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artemiskaonai:

An officer threatens to kill a journalist and those around him since he’s not credential press. He then threatens everyone around the guy with live rounds. If you don’t know what those are, they’re real bullets.

Another journalist tried to ask his name but all he said was “Go fuck yourself”.

The tag trending for this guy on twitter, funny enough, is #officergofuckyourself.

Please spread, Ferguson is not safe. Don’t forget about it.

8-19-2014

Ladies and Gentlemen, Officer GoFuckYourself. 

Full article about this incident can be found HERE.

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wet—kitty:

no one will ever understand the deep fucking connection I have with this film

For real though

Ok guys I need to talk about this movie.

The Breakfast Club came out in 1985 and to this day is, in my opinion, one of the greatest damn movies ever to barely even have a script.

During the famous “dance” scene, Molly Ringwald, who played the “princess” Claire, was supposed to a small little dance by herself, but she was shy so all of them did some dancing together, creating one of the most famous film scene’s to date. It was improvised.

During the scene in the film where the characters sat down and told why they were there, there was NO SCRIPT. John Hughes told the cast to sit there and improvise why they thought their characters were there, creating that heart wrenching scene everyone could relate to.

EVERYONE can relate to this movie and thats the best damn thing. 

On March 24, 1984, five students entered a detention room thinking it was just another Saturday. Before the day was over, they broke the rules, bared their souls, and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible.

EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE THE BREAKFAST CLUB.

This movie is life. not even joking.

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