It reminds me of the “bike to work” movement. That is also portrayed as white, but in my city more than half of the people on bike are not white. I was once talking to a white activist who was photographing “bike commuters” and had only pictures of white people with the occasional “black professional” I asked her why she didn’t photograph the delivery people, construction workers etc. … ie. the black and Hispanic and Asian people… and she mumbled something about trying to “improve the image of biking” then admitted that she didn’t really see them as part of the “green movement” since they “probably have no choice” –
I was so mad I wanted to quit working on the project she and I were collaborating on.
So, in the same way when people in a poor neighborhood grow food in their yards … it’s just being poor– but when white people do it they are saving the earth or something.
if argo wins best picture i will literally send a bag of vomit to ben affleck
he’s gonna have that classic teary eyed couldn’t-have-done-it-without-you speech too you just know it
“I wanna thank my wife for being really cute and white, I wanna thank all the Zionists who make Hollywood what it truly is today — a great place for a kid from Boston with an irrational commitment to the Middle East to jerk-off American audiences into supporting another war against a bunch of Brown people!”
love you farah. :)
What woman here is so enamored of her own oppression that she cannot see her heelprint upon another woman’s face? What woman’s terms of oppression have become precious and necessary to her as a ticket into the fold of the righteous, away from the cold winds of self-scrutiny? We welcome all women who can meet us, face to face, beyond objectification and beyond guilt.
Don’t you love it when a feminist of color speaks against the racism in white feminism? I sure as hell love it.
What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more.
And they tell me that I can’t keep the ocean in my ribs,
but I do.
Dangerous things live there.
lacey roop, from “what’s so crazy about having waves in your veins” (via cigarettead)