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A Survivor of the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing Tells Her Story




Many are familiar with the bombing of Birmingham’s 16th Street Baptist Church that claimed four young lives; however, little attention has been given over the years to Sarah Collins Rudolph. Rudolph was also injured in the blasts on September 15, 1963; however, she escaped the rubble. Her sister, 14-year-old Addie Mae Collins, did not. Collins spoke to a few media outlets last year to mark the 50th anniversary of the tragedy.

In interviews on NPR and Democracy Now, she reveals how been overlooked for decades has hurt her, and she has sought compensation from the city for her medical expenses.

you don’t make victims work as public speakers about their trauma to get medical help

like the white victims of terrorist attacks and mass killings get millions of dollars raised for them with no stipulations. she still has glass and shrapnel in her organs and eyes and still has to work every day without help

she wanted to move her sister’s grave to a new cemetery and her sister wasn’t there, someone with false teeth was there so the coroners lied about burying her

This makes me ANGRY


when nicki starts spittin’ bey look like such a proud mama. like dats my baby, come get some.



I spent so many years as the smelly African kid. I was brown-noser, whose hand was always raised, with a book glued to my hands. My glasses always slipped off my wide nose during P.E. and the new food I ate settled comfortably on my round mid-tire—a perfect target for dodgeball.

Being brown, round, and foreign was the equivalent of being a nerd with a pocket protector. My name gave classmates a chance to rhyme with bodily discharge and we-we was an early nickname.

My torment at the hand of young children in my new home was the first reason I learned to love my heritage. The idealized image of a country where everyone shared foundation in brown, where noses were variations of round, and there was a love for every size gave me hope when I had no more tears to cry, and my throat hoarse from my sobs.

This nostalgia continued throughout my education. Whenever I was asked why I worked so hard, I would respond that all Nigerians work hard. When someone commented on my excellent command of language, I would credit the imaginative way in which my countrymen speak English. When asked where my imagination came from, I would point to the generation of storytellers from which I descend.

For me my heritage was both the question and the answer, and I didn’t let the contradictions bother me. Living abroad for over two decades, all I knew about my country was that it was large, with one of the largest populations of Black people in the word, extremely rich in resources, full of corruption and potential, and currently stunted in social growth.

Despite my limited knowledge I loved Nigeria with all my heart. I couldn’t bear to hear an unkind word spoken about it, or my fellow Nigerians. For me, that identity was all that I had left. In a country that refused to claim me, that branded me foul, unintelligent, ugly, promiscuous, loud, and irate, I clung to my identity because, as a Nigerian woman, I could be something else—I could be something more. As an African, a Nigerian woman, I could define, for myself, who I was, and what I wanted to be.


Chinwe Ohanale; My Rock (via africaisdonesuffering)

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Syrian civil war 




"How can you be so poor and have all this stuff?" -Bill O’Reilly

Each of these screenshots is from a different Fox show attacking poor Americans for having amenities, trying to make the point (pretty much) that “when I was a kid, poor people had a lot less than this.”

Of course, this is all based on one thoroughly-debunked Heritage Foundation report that conservative media have been parroting for years.

Breaking news for Fox: We’re not in the 1950’s anymore. As technology advances, each year older technology gets less and less expensive, and therefore more working class Americans are able to access it. 

Matt Yglesias elaborates

A serious person would follow this up with a discussion of relative prices. Over the past 50 years, televisions have gotten a lot cheaper and college has gotten a lot more expensive. Consequently, even a low income person can reliably obtain a level of television-based entertainment that would blow the mind of a millionaire from 1961. At the same time, if you’re looking to live in a safe neighborhood with good public schools in a metropolitan area with decent job opportunities you’re going to find that this is quite expensive. Health care has become incredibly expensive. The federal poverty line for a family of three is $18,530 a year. I wonder how many Heritage Foundation policy analysts are deciding they want to cut back and work part time because it’d be super easy to raise two kids in DC on less than $20k in salary? Perhaps just an outfit full of workaholics.

While Fox is so busy pointing out how many people have access to microwaves and refrigerators, they conveniently forget to mention how many people have poor access to quality education, health care, and affordable housing. Because really, what good is an A/C if you can’t even afford to keep living in your house? 

"BECAUSE Mexican mass culture is antiblack and colourist as fuck (just look at telenovelas). So much so that Afromexicans in Mexico City are thought of as “costeños” and “just really dark” erasing of their African identity (this I know from growing up there) and mexican people whose indigenous features are more visible, continue to be discriminated. 
Whites/white-passing Mexicans are mainly middle/high class almost all of the time. Most of our barrios have been historically poor, where less-white looking Mexicans were relegated to. 
Basically same shit, different country"


Sing it child

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That’s why it’s so so important for us to talk and dismantle colorism and antiblackness!!!

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Anti black and native racism have always been a huge problem amongst Latinx, while white and white passing Latinx continue to be held as being the ‘idle’. It’s disgusting. We have to recognize these issues of colourism in our communities if we’re going to do better.

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it looked like someone deep fried this meme




it looked like someone deep fried this meme

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Seriously like two days ago Cee-Lo Green admitted to drugging and raping a woman in 2012. He deleted his twitter account because hes admitted hes guilty and that he doesnt think raping that woman was wrong bc he drugged her first WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS.