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THIS 18 YEAR OLD RAPED MY 14 YEAR OLD FRIEND. HE IS ATTENDING PENN STATE. PLEASE PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS AND TELL ANYONE YOU KNOW THAT GOES TO PENN STATE TO STAY SAFE
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A L L H A I L T H E C Y B E R F I S H
Day 51: They have accepted me as their leader & still do not know that i am a robot.
NYU students ladies and gents
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If you can’t reblog this…
NEVER HAVE NEVER WILL
That’s a fucking low number. That’s fucking sad.
Never in my life I have left hate x
I have received it though
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Here’s the thing about racism I just don’t get. There are people who still hold this idea of white superiority because centuries ago Africans were stolen from their homes and sold like animals instead of being treated like the proud, individual, unique human beings they were. Then there was more oppression, and it was considered natural because ‘they used to be slaves.’ Now there’s still more, and it’s still thought of as natural by some because 'they used to be slaves.’
You know what? Fuck everyone who thinks like that. No. That is not a good reason, that is never a good reason, slavery is an indicator of a massively flawed system and the use of it to justify ANYTHING makes you a racist dick.
(I’m going to discuss other ethnicities who have been enslaved, I have a point to make, bear with me for a minute.) I’m half Scottish, a quarter Welsh–I guarantee you, somewhere along the line my ancestors were enslaved to someone, be it Romans or Greeks or Brits or whomever. There were berserkers in the Celtic Isles, they made people nervous. That last quarter? Hungarian (which makes me a true Caucasian, by the way, a descendant of the people living in the Caucasus region). And not just Hungarian: Romani. The Roma have been the scapegoats du jour for a long time. And yet, I’m white, so no one would ever dream of suggesting that, because my ancestors were once enslaved I should be treated any differently.
So here’s my question: where the fuck is the difference? We like to think of ourselves as evolved, as based in equality–bullshit. Bull. Shit.
I am ashamed to be an American on this day.
Nightcrawler has joked for years that he will someday retire and open his own Pizza shop. The slogan will be “Delivery in 1 minute or less or the pie is free” (offer good within a 2 mile radius.)
Ferguson. It is appalling. I have used that word a lot in the last forty-eight hours, appalling. I don’t know what else to use, and I’ll tell you why.
Words like ‘horrifying’ and 'terrifying’ are not mine to use, they are not mine to take, because I am white and it is not my fear. I am Caucasian and buxom and slender and I live in a world where the last two might cause me problems, but the first one protects me like a bulletproof vest. And if I am attacked in an alley because I am female and a triple-D cup, I can fight back and know that I will still be protected because when I break that man’s nose and snap his fingers I will be considered strong. When a cop is the aggressor and the victim is a black child or teenager, they don’t have that luxury.
Words like 'disgusting’ and 'sickening’ are good, but they do not capture the freezing shock and fear that trickles through my veins. They do not capture the way I want to grab my friends, my precious friends who I love for their beautiful souls and sparkling minds, and beg them to always be careful, because I do not know how to live in a world without them. They do not capture the way I shake because I know that these people are supposed to protect us, because we are told in schools to trust anyone in a uniform, and they betrayed that trust without a second thought. They do not capture my anger.
Words like 'infuriating’ and 'maddening’ are even better, because I am so angry. I am so filled with white-hot rage that I feel it burn my skin and crack my bones. I am wrathful, the sort of berserker fury that used to carry my ancestors into battle on a tide of blood. I am a protector, I am the one my friends can trust to rip into their enemies without fear and snarl in the face of danger because how dare you and use my bare hands against those who hurt them, I am the one of us who wants to make a career out of that, I am the one who was in seventh grade when I said 'I want to be a cop, I want to help people, I want to save people’ and they took that away from me, the idea of saving people as a cop, and I see red because of it. I am the one who is so blindingly furious that they would dare use their power in violence against citizens that I could joyously tear them to shreds and glory in every second because justice must be done, should have been done. But I am also sick and cold at the thought that it was not, that a verdict was passed down and now there is a family who must go to a gravestone and decide how to tell their dead child that his killer walks free.
I am appalled. I am cold with shock and hot with fury and sick with disgust and weak with fear and twisted with the knowledge that I am safe while people suffer. I am appalled and you should be too.
i wanna hear how the votes were split. ya needed 9 votes for no indictment, and there were 9 white people/3 black people on the jury. tell me how it was split because i have a good fucking guess.
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