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onyourtongue:
“ 1500 cases from 1990-2016 (that we know of). And to clarify, this lists comprises of brown and black lives.. there’s so many names I could add to this, we are far from this post-racial utopian society people try to paint us as. In...

onyourtongue:

1500 cases from 1990-2016 (that we know of). And to clarify, this lists comprises of brown and black lives.. there’s so many names I could add to this, we are far from this post-racial utopian society people try to paint us as. In some areas in the UK, black people are 17x more likely to be stopped and searched. Black bodies mysteriously die in cells while the IPCC torments the families with biased investigations that they were never here to seek justice for them. Just this February Sarah Reed a black British woman died under mysterious circumstances in her cell. Tell me how a black woman who was sexually assaulted in the psychiatric hospital she was put in ended up in prison? She was also a victim of police brutality a couple of years ago. In 2012, police broke the neck of science student Julian Cole leaving him brain dead while the family still awaits his justice in 2016!

We need to know why our lives are seen as so disposable. We need to know why black people are over represented in the custodial system and why such racial prejudices exist in the criminal system in the first place. They purposely hide the history and achievements of black people in the UK so we remain ignorant and forget about our own movements in the 60s - our fights to bring in “no discrimination” laws. Our fights to be treated as equal. Many Brits don’t even know the origin of the biggest festival in Europe - Notting Hill carnival, which was political, created as a means to celebrate our heritage and culture in the face of adversity. Gangs of police have been terrorising us since the majority of our grand parents came during the windrush era in the 40s. Police brutality is nothing new. Ask your grand parents how they used to try to intimidate black folks minding their business, kidnap and beat them up only to drop them off somewhere far from home. How they’d ignore evidence pointing to members of white hate groups who would murder us, harass us and vandalise our property/businesses. This isn’t anything new. And history continues to repeat itself as the list of brown and black lives continue to be taken away/brutalised. The media may try to hide it but it’s happening.

Let’s not pretend that the UK hasn’t played a huge role in propagating the false belief that whiteness is superior. Let’s not pretend that they have not spread this through violence, pillaging countries, colonisation and slavery. Do not wipe away the history of this country and what they continue to do to paint some utopic fantasy which you can use to compare to America. What can Britain teach America about valuing black lives? We aren’t above them at all.

svmadelyn:
“ cracked:
“ Then we have Virginia Saenz. Let’s say one day you get a wrong number phone call from a total stranger. It’s a woman who leaves a nonsense message on your voice mail, addressing a person who doesn’t live there, with a message...

svmadelyn:

cracked:

Then we have Virginia Saenz. Let’s say one day you get a wrong number phone call from a total stranger. It’s a woman who leaves a nonsense message on your voice mail, addressing a person who doesn’t live there, with a message that goes something like this: “I can send you money for groceries, but that won’t leave me enough to pay my mortgage this month, and the house is already in foreclosure.”

Saenz, a real estate agent whose only connection to these people was that her phone number was a couple of transposed digits away from theirs, could have just deleted the message. Or, if she was motivated to be a good Samaritan, Saenz could have called the person back to let her know she had gotten the wrong number, so she’d know that the person she had intended to call would never hear her message.

But instead, Saenz called the stranger back and said, “I’ll take care of the groceries, don’t worry about it.” The lady, Lucy Crutchfield, had meant to leave a message for her daughter. Saenz contacted the daughter and bought her and her family enough groceries to get them through the end of the month, allowing Crutchfield to pay her mortgage.

There are people who make a habit of this sort of thing, by the way. In Tennessee, a group of nine women have been running a secret charity for decades, just prowling around the city looking for strangers who’d had their power turned off, or who had just had a death in the family, whatever. Then they’d sneak by their home in the wee hours of the morning and drop off envelopes of cash and a freshly baked cake. Over the decades they’ve dispensed nearly a million freaking dollars this way.

6 True Stories That Will Restore Your Faith in Humanity

THE NINE NANAS

My Pokemon Go Story

itsomgitsgreenblogging:

So I started playing Pokemon Go like two days ago, but this morning when I was eating breakfast I decided that I was going to go for a run on the bikepath near my house and play Pokemon Go just to see if I would find anything. When I told my mom this, she was immediately like, can I come with you? Now, granted I love my mom to death, but I come from a family of intense runners (my mom being a former marathon runner, my brother being the other one who is an extremely good collegiate racer) so I’ve always been a little self-conscious of being subpar since I tore my hipflexor back in high school which ended my high school racing for good. But I explained to my mom about Pokemon Go and why I wanted to go running, and when I explained it to her she was just like, alright awesome let’s go! 

So we start running at a fairly good pace, the volume on my phone is up so I can hear. All of a sudden a Caterpie pops up and I start sprinting down the hill screaming to tell my mom as she asks what’s wrong that, “I NEED TO CATCH THIS POKEMON I NEED TO BE THE VERY BEST LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS”. People on the bikepath (older people not playing) were staring but my mom was laughing it up. I caught it and we kept going, I caught a LOT pokemon along the way (a lot of grass pokemon, and when we crossed a river on a bridge I caught a Goldeen, Staryu, and Psyduck which I was freaking out about). Finally we got to where the bikepath leads to the center of town, and my mom was asking if I wanted to go down so I could get the pokestops. But I declined and we went back home, a total of just over 4 ½ miles. By the time we got home, I had gotten level 5 and was thrilled. When my mom and I were stretching my mom was smiling and I asked her why and she said, “Honestly I’m so happy, I haven’t seen you move so fast, or be so motivated and happy to run in so long and I’m just really grateful. Do you want to go again tomorrow?”  

And I realized she was right. So there you go, not only am I on the course of being a Pokemon Master, but this game has brought me closer to my mom, and gave me back the joy I felt for a sport before an injury took away my high school running career before it really started. Thanks Pokemon Go. <3