I felt as if that this is a topic that needed to be touched on. I hate seeing things like “this will never happen in the African community. It’s upsetting to see the African community othering ourselves away from the black community. In the case of Mike Brown Read the full story here, I really feel that this is one of those situations that all black people, regardless of nationality, should come together. This is one of the MANY situations that black people as whole should come together because police brutality and racism is alive and well in America. The fact that there’s Africans in America who really think when it comes down to it, a killer would ask “are you black-black or African black” is saddening. A situation as this affects everyone who is of the black race. It doesn’t really matter where you’re from. Anyone abusing their power of authority is not checking for that, especially if they’re racist. Africans, the minute you stepped foot on that airport & touched American soil you became black. That is your new identity, like it or not. You can sit on your high horse and act as if Africans are better than black Americans but that’s your free will to bask in your own ignorance. Lets not forget why most of us fleed our home countries, corruption was the number one reason! As intelligent as we make ourselves to be, many Africans refuse to understand and accept that institutional racism is real. Take time, grab a book, read….put two and two together. Once you understand that, you’ll understand that your Africaness will not protect you. Your degrees won’t save you, minding your own business won’t save you, etc. You’re not back home, you’re in America. You’re black! So as an African, anything that affects the black community, affect you also directly. You are a brother, you are a sister…you are Mike Brown. Let’s be honest, if Mike Brown was African, you think the reports would be “an AFRICAN MAN was innocently killed”? no. It’s “A BLACK MAN was killed”. So as an African, love being part of the black community. You need the support, because sure as hell, when it gets real, who else will help!? Your black brother will, your black sister will. All these opportunities Africans take advantage of in America (school, work), it was black Americans who fought for them. Let’s not forget.
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This is so important. No one understands.
With the start of a new academic year, September is a great time to start up new healthy habits so I made this challenge to help you try out a few of my favorites! You’ll only do each different challenge a few times but if you like it stick with it! I hope you can use this challenge as a motivation, a kick start, for things that will help you build & sustain a healthy lifestyle. And feel free to customize! You can add in other challenges, swap them around, make this work for you.
I would LOVE to see how you all use the chart so if you do tag me in it here or on my instagram @ piecesinprogress !! :)
Fresh Start September Challenge Instructions:
- Print out both sheets (blow up as an image in Microsoft Word).
- Cut out daily challenges and put each piece of paper in a challenge bowl (you can decorate this too!)
- Every day pick out 1 new challenge from the bowl.
- Once you complete that day’s challenge tape it up on the blank chart.
Optional: set prizes for completing certain numbers of challenges!
i have a party to go to w/ very few people i kno and a lot of adults im vry upset
I’m such trash its lit around the corner like i could jump the fence but i’m full on freaking out elevated heart rate, heavy beating yata i’m almost 2 hrs late and im trashhh
Update: I’m so whiney I actually had a really great time a made friends w/ an exchange student uhg I’m dumb,
Awesome! Nice job :)
"Women are the niggers of gender," the email said. "If you killed yourself, I wouldn’t even fuck the corpse."
I blinked at my phone, fighting simultaneous urges to hurl my phone across the room in anger and cry. Later that day, someone texted me my address — telling me they’d “See me when I least expected it.”
I haven’t been out to my car at night by myself since January 2nd.
My name is Brianna Wu. I lead a development studio that makes games. Sometimes, I write about issues in the games industry that relate to the equality of women. My reward is that I regularly have men threatening to rape and commit acts of violence against me.
I had so much fun at the reception last night and made what felt like several great bonds. Now, the mental replay of every social interaction just makes me feel embarrassed and regretful, even though I think most of these things more or less are under the umbrella of normal human interaction.
Anxiety and depression are the debts I pay for several nights worth of alcohol-fueled fun. But I already knew this. Was it worth it? Under these circumstances, I think so.