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sunshine-lou:

HARRY WORE MICHAEL SAM’S JERSEY. THE FIRST OPENLY GAY FOOTBALL PLAYER. HE TURNED AROUD WHEN THE CAMERA WAS ON HIM AND POINTED TO THE NAME (my photo)




stannisbaratheon:

@WorstMuse is a relic of the human race








maarnayeri:

Let us be vividly clear about this.

What the New York Times did to Michael Brown today was not merely slander. It wasn’t a case of a lack of journalistic integrity.

Highlighting that a black teenager was “no angel” on the day he is being laid to rest after being hunted and killed by racist vigilante forces is not an unfortunate coincidence.

The New York Times deliberately played into an archaic American tradition in devaluing both the value of black life and the tragedy of black death.

They chose the day of his funeral, as his family, friends and activists everywhere have to grapple with a human being lost to pontificate about how he was “no angel”. Michael Brown was many things to many people; a son, a brother, a cousin, a nephew and another black causality of murderous police institutions and today, amidst all the racist violence he, his loved ones and community have had to endure, he was going to finally receive the respect and moment of honor he deserved and NYT decided today, of all days, to tune in their audience onto wholly irrelevant facts about his life - that in turn, transform the very injustice surrounding his death and the following police violence that plagued Ferguson into a national panel about whether or not his death is actually worth mourning and their language suggested that to them, it indeed is not.

This was hardly an accident or mistake. This is the perpetual hostility that is met against black life in America. The consensus is that black people deserve no respect and for black life to be legitimized and honored, we must meet a list of prerequisites. Subsequently, if black people aren’t valued, neither are our deaths understood as tragic or murders seen as criminal action.

This has been the atmosphere of America since its inception and much has not improved.


"Take it as it comes,

"Buy a Lamborghini,

"California girls."

The lines under Timothy J. McVeigh’s graduation picture in the Lockport, N.Y., high school yearbook for 1986 suggest a contradiction in his personality: an easygoing young man, perhaps, but also one yearning for adventure, for faraway places and a life more exotic than his drowsy hometown had to offer.

He lived with his father and a sister in Pendleton, N.Y., near Buffalo, in a home that had been abandoned by his mother when he was 10.

Not many people in town even remembered him yesterday, and those who did gave conflicting accounts of him, some saying he had been a flamboyant youth with a head full of schemes and a taste for guns, and others recollecting a shy, quiet, churchgoing boy.

Some said he played basketball, but the coach did not remember him. A 10th-grade English teacher whom he had listed as his favorite recalled the books they had read — “Lord of the Flies” and “The Old Man and the Sea” — but very little about young McVeigh beyond an impression of an unremarkable student.

"He was the quiet one," said the teacher, Coleen M. Conner. "A lot of the quiet ones are the ones who have ended up doing scary things. You never know what you have sitting in the classroom."

This is from a New York Times article about Timothy McVeigh published four days after he blew up a government building, killing 168 (including 19 children) and injuring 680. He committed the deadliest terror attack in US history aside from 9/11, and they still write about all the pleasant and positive qualities he had. Compare the above to this:

Michael Brown, 18, due to be buried on Monday, was no angel, with public records and interviews with friends and family revealing both problems and promise in his young life. Shortly before his encounter with Officer Wilson, the police say he was caught on a security camera stealing a box of cigars, pushing the clerk of a convenience store into a display case. He lived in a community that had rough patches, and he dabbled in drugs and alcohol. He had taken to rapping in recent months, producing lyrics that were by turns contemplative and vulgar. He got into at least one scuffle with a neighbor.

Michael Brown, who killed no one, who was murdered in cold blood in broad daylight, doesn’t get as positive treatment as the biggest killer in American history. White privilege is being granted humanity in life and in death, whether you’re a saint or a monster.

(via jean-luc-gohard)