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wilwheaton · 11 months

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”Why do racists always invoke MLK…?”

This is a comment from Reddit. I swear to god, it’s like the redditor who wrote this transcribed all the shit my racist, entitled, privileged, Boomer parents said my entire childhood. Like, word for word.

”Why do racists always invoke MLK…?”

First, you gotta understand their position, which is “Racism doesn’t exist anymore”. Because black people aren’t lynched, because there are wealthy rappers and basketball players, and because there was a black president, racism doesn’t exist in the US anymore. And this is especially important; when black people get upset about their lot in life, it is because they are lazy and want a handout rather than earning their way like white people do. When a black guy is killed by cops, he was a criminal and deserved his fate. When a black woman loses her access to food stamps, it is because she was taking advantage of the system. When black people get into college, it is because they are given special privilege they didn’t earn. And when black folks talk about reparations, it is because they want to punish innocent people so they can be handed their success rather than earn it.

Because there is no racism, and anytime some white person is called a racist it is likely because they don’t support simply handing success and money over to people who haven’t earned it, and not at all because they act racist in any way. And the term “racist” has become toxic in the US lately; people lose their jobs after being called racists unfairly. Heck, one could suggest minorities call white folks “racist” in retaliation, knowing there will be social consequences which are completely unearned. So to combat this unfair and, in their view inaccurate, narrative they employ a couple tactics;

1) “I’m not racist, you are for even suggesting it”. Since racism is defacto non-existent, playing the race-card is introducing a factor that doesn’t belong. When a black person calls a white person racist, they are not only lying, but specifically targeting someone based on their race and falsely labeling them something socially toxic with intent to cause harm. And the white person is defacto innocent because they would see anyone as insert accusation here, not just black/brown/gay/muslim/female/handicapped/immigrant people.

2) “Black people don’t know how good they have it”. Classic myopic delusion that assumes the complete lack of racism in the US also means any ongoing hurdles faced by black/brown/gay/women/etc people are their own fault. The fears behind CRT are great examples of the struggle to maintain this delusion, and not have people delve too deeply into history and see how cause/effect resulted in the current socio-economic imbalance. And since there are successes in the black community, that is proof that racism is over. Black folks had a black president, now shut up and stop making waves. There is an attempt to show that any calls of racism are not only unfounded, but examples of success in the black community disprove systemic racism; wouldn’t MLK be proud? And not only proud of the success, but would side with the white folks who are now experiencing reverse-racism as the lazy black folks ask for more. Racism, they think, is simply targeting another race purposefully, and has nothing to do with power imbalance.

3) “I earned my success, so black folks need to earn theirs”. And this is the crux of it all; white folks today don’t believe they are in a position of privilege because they work hard and their success was difficult. Many of them come from poor families, struggled to pay for college, don’t have a family history of slaver ownership. They see any minorities complaining as trying to get privilege unearned. They assume that, because there is no more racism, there is balance and parity among the races. Illegal immigrants are trying to circumvent the law, reparations and affirmative-action programs are unearned handouts, and special months/parades celebrating a particular group/race is promoting racism by giving them special attention they don’t deserve. Many white people see themselves as victims because they don’t receive any overt benefits from being white, meanwhile minorities are showered with unearned benefits all the time. The Great Replacement Theory is constantly being reenforced for them as they watch society take the side of minorities anytime someone attempts to call out this apparent imbalance in their favor.

But underneath all of this is the undeniable knowledge that they are, indeed, racist. Whether it is a jealousy, or a fear of socio-economic parity, or ethnocentricity, they know that society isn’t accepting overt racism anymore. And because of this, they have to hold back, watch what they say, watch how they treat people. “Make America Great Again” was a call to return to a time when casual racism was fun, and didn’t mean anything, and people weren’t so thin-skinned. Being “Woke” is forcing people to take difficult looks at the fact racism still exists, which is uncomfortable and threatens to challenge the current socio-economic stability, so terms like “woke” are being dismantled, misused, redirected into something that seems illegitimate. There is an active, desperate avoidance of acknowledging racism still exists, because admitting otherwise means admitting their world-view is wrong. invoking MLK isn’t done out of malicious intent, but out of desperate denial of a world that doesn’t fit their assumptions. Many, perhaps most, white folks in the US have no consciously ill will towards minorities, and would recoil in distaste at the notion of being considered racist. And they will spend all day explaining why they are perfectly justified in accepting a racist position on a topic and how that doesn’t make them racist because the minorities in question are to blame. Deflection. Denial. Dismissal. And then vote to prevent change.

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#racists #racism #uspol

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80s4life · 9 months

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Pawns”

Word Count: 4,522

Status: Requested!

Ask: Pleeeeeaase write more of Cal from titanic. Literally any prompt I’m so hungry😭

Ask #2: Pleasee could we have more cal hockley content, specifically more chapters for "the things I've never done" and even more short stories if you have the time, I love your work 💕 [THANK YOU SM! I WAS STARTING TO GET SELF CONSCIOUS OF MY WORK AGAIN]

Ask #3 will have an attachment to a separate Cal fic as well, so no request will be shown here until that one.

@: Three cutie pie nonnies!

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Female!Reader

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Summary: Thrusted into the roaring 20′s, all you wanted to be was free and outgoing as all the booming women in city. However, your father’s deal with the devil seals your fate in the hands of your advisor and boss, Caledon Hockley; a man who is haunted by memories, stubborn in his ways, and opposed to the newfound strength in the young women of America. You’re a slave at his will in his eyes, yet you’re just as free as the new reformed women in your own. You’re stuck at a standstill in this endless game of chess, but who’s the pawn?

Warnings: forbidden, early 1900′s morals and customs, Reader is a maid, Cal is the head of the house, Post-Titanic sinking, mature language, kinda spicy, PTSD, domestic violence (included in a PTSD episode ONLY), Kind of a Beauty and The Beast AU for inspiration

{gif is not mine, credit goes to @locke-writes}

It was all an act of practicality from the start: your father owed his father money and he had a set of nimble hands to rid himself of.

Nathan Hockley was a millionaire who dealt in the steel tycoon business in Pittsburgh. Your father had a habit of gambling with the wrong people, which had allegedly caused your father to have an uncomfortable run-in with the powerful man. Unable and too stubborn to do so, your father handed you off as a way of reparation for the damage the bastard had caused.

Nathan’s son, Caledon Hockley, was the exact replica of his father. He was cunning, stubborn, powerful and wealthy; a disrupting mixture of facets that could either lift or crush you with a simple snap of a finger. He was dangerous, among many of his other qualities, which made your business in the Hockley’s presence just that much harder.

With the pandemonium that followed the sinking of the Titanic in 1914, the physical and mental effects had taken ahold of Nathan’s deeply treasured and only son, practically keeping him on house arrest until he was “better”. However, to both Nathan and Caledon’s dismay, 6 years had done nothing for his declining health, the reasoning behind why Nathan had administered you into Caledon’s household in the first place.

All of these events have led you up to this point, your suitcase rolling behind you as one of the many maids in the manor lead you up to your room to unpack. You haven’t seen this young and precarious man yet, but something is telling you that you most likely don’t want to. You are soon to be given your list of instructions to follow immediately and precisely; left to your own devices to either stay afloat or drown in the fury of the Hockley men.

Maria, a young maid in her 20′s, around your age, approaches you with a pure and youthful grin, a light blush to her cheeks. Her hair is cut into a cropped bob of black hair with short but soft curls, her lean frame with modest green eyes making her endearing - intoxicating. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?” her cutesy, high pitched voice only adding to her allure and picturesque innocence.

“Yes, that’s me,” you mutter, displaying your hands as if to show yourself off in sarcasm.

“No need to be so glum!” she giggles, bowing her head to catch your eyes and raise your line of sight. “I’m Maria Espinosa, but I’d assume the least you’d want right now is formalities.”

You snort, but let her continue nonetheless.

“I’ve your instructions - written myself, of course!” she smiles brightly; any harder and she might break her face. “As you know, with your appointment into this manor, the rest of the faculty will be let off, per Nathan Hockley’s request. But, don’t fret, the list is simple, short and can last all day without having to pay too much mind. Every Tuesday and Thursday, there will be a grocer that will restock the cabinets, refrigerator, etc. and help you with the cleaning. You are not to touch the east wing and only reside within the west - this will help eliminate the messes to clean and prevent extra exertion-”

“Sorry, if I may be crude, why are we not to go in the east wing?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was...” Maria drifts off, choosing her words lightly, “After the accident in 1914, the east was torn by his own hands. It was once used for balls and such, but after the Titanic,” she whispers the name as if someone might hear her, “Caledon was bedridden and sick, upset, angry, any emotion in the book. He used that wing as a way to let those emotions out.”

You stay silent as you stare at her with morbid curiosity and fear, nodding once before returning your attention to the list. The rest seems easy, not like the job was ever hard to begin with, just an annoyance for better words.

Maria clears her throat, “Anyway, you must make at least two meals a day, mainly breakfast and dinner, both at 8 am and 8 pm. Caledon might decide not to have lunch some days, but if he does, make sure it is brought to him by 12 pm. He doesn’t like tardiness, so as long as you follow the rules as tightly as you can, you won’t be a target. Any questions?”

“No, no. I’d presume you’d want to be heading out?” you smirk at her mischievously and instantly watch as her taut muscles relax.

“Very much so, yes! It’s been forever since I’ve had a moment of freedom.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you shoo her off playfully. This is your family’s mess to clean, the least you can do is let her be free of the shackles that are now passed down and chained to your ankles.

Maria is halfway through the door when she turns to you from the foyer, “I’ll do a monthly checkup to make sure everything is in line, and for a little company in your lonesome, okay?”

You smile gratefully, hands coming up to play with your nails, “Thank you, you’re very kind. Though, I don’t want to be a burden.”

“A burden? You just gave me my freedom!” she exclaims, laughing as she waves a hand. “I’ll be back by the end of the month! Settle in and enjoy the quiet!”

The moment the door slams shut, your shoulders droop heavily. Your eyes scan the spacious mansion with frightening curiosity. You’ve never even remotely been near land such as this, and now that you’re inside, it feels almost too much. You let your hands glide the carved wooden banister as you walk up the huge steps to the second floor, taking a left down a hall.

Your legs carry you down the long corridor, and, as you place your key into the fob, your eyes lay onto the door across from yours: ‘Lord Hockley’ carved neatly on the door. There’s a rustling behind it and footsteps that approach the other side of the door, eliciting you to push the key one click further and dive through the door as quickly and quietly as possible.

You flop onto the bed with a huff, trying to calm the beating of your heart just enough to allow you to unpack and prepare dinner within the course of 3 hours. When your room is finished, you nod in satisfaction, taking a bath in the connected bathroom and changing into a thin, sheer dress before exiting your room and back down the steps to the kitchen.

Finally do you take the time to read the list on your own. It includes very detailed and descriptive instructions, easy nonetheless, of medication usages and what to do with each, meal plans, recipes, a map of which rooms to clean and how to clean each one, and Caledon’s nightly and morning rituals to follow precisely.

Shrugging your shoulders, you roll your neck to release the tension before opening the cookbook up to the recipe designed for today’s date. “Pork roast,” you state alloud, cringing at the echo of your voice being followed by more movement in Hockely’s room.

Your mind roams as your eyes get lost at the sight of the luscious woods out the window, hands deftly whisking away at the pork roast’s grease with the intent of making a nice gravy to coat the dry, but tender pork roast. Shaking your head, you peer down and try to busy yourself with the already settling boredom you’re consumed by.

You can hear the halls creak, the water drip from the faucet, birds chirping outside, the soft sway of the wind, random clicks, ticks, and other noises. You’re destined to go insane.

You jump unexpectedly with the sound of a crash from upstairs. The noise comes from the general direction of Caledon’s room and you all but groan at what the sound indicates - what your being here demands.

Putting the roast of low, you close the lid with a soft click before ascending up the stairs to Caledon’s room. You stand outside the door, hand on your heart, as you try to calm your rapid heartbeat and breathing. This was to come about sooner rather than later, so you should be glad it’s happening now. However, the banging continues within the room and you know that even if you had met him in a few months, the hell that follows him would never be escaped for as long as your father’s debt remains.

Knocking on the hard wooden door, you speak softly, “Lord Hockley? Is everything alright?”

You’re not given an answer, only the sound of something heavy being thrown and falling to the floor.

“Lord Hockey?” you call out again, louder this time. Unsurprised, you are followed by no answer once more. Annoyance creeps into your words a third and final time, “Lord Hockley, I will come in there myself if you do not open this door. Now,” you demand.

Shrugging when no voice calls to you form the other side of the door, your hand twists the doorknob and pushes the door open. You legs carry you only so far before they stutter to a stop just past the door frame.

Just before you, there is a disheveled, sweaty Caledon Hockley, fit from youth and some maturity in his thirties, shirtless. His eyes look crazed, like a madman, as his hands grip a chair at his desk with white knuckles. Around the room, there’s shelves torn down, broken, books in a disarray on the floor. His bedsheets are thrown about with the other chair from his desk propped against the wall in his fury.

You stare wide-eyed, but somehow, not alarmed in the slightest. You were accustomed to this sort of outburst, especially within the hard working men. You saw it in your father - even in your younger brother. “Lord Hockley,” your voice is softer again, all annoyance and anger lost at the door.

His eyes snap up to you, as if he had just noticed your arrival or presence. “What are you doing in here? You are not to barge in a man’s room, that is uncouth for a woman of your age and status. What is wrong with you?”

“Lord Hockley-” you try to start your confession.

“A woman is not to speak up to a man; are you ferel? Are you-?”

You don’t allow him to finish his slandering, “-I am mentally efficient, Lord Hockley, and very aware of my positioning here. However, I did knock, three times to be exact, with no answer. There had been a ruckus in here for about-” you peer up at the clock above his desk, “-an hour and a half now. I came to be of assistance, but if my help is unwanted, I’d happily leave you to your self-pity on your own?”

He has no other emotion present except bewilderment plastered to his face; eyes wide, mouth agape, and at a struggle for words. His fists clench and unclench as his eyes pan down to stare at the floor, appearing deep in thought.

“Lord Hockley, if I may be so bold?” you ask, scanning his body language and searching to find the meaning of this man’s crazed outburst.

“Go ahead,” he mutters, a hand going up to rub some hair from his eyes, still staring at the floor.

“You may confide in me if that means helping your mental health?” you offer. You know this could go one of two ways: either one, he’ll turn you away, suffer alone, and claim that men have no such weaknesses, or two, he’ll let his guard drop and release him from these dark episodes he’s no stranger to. The latter seems rather unlikely.

“I am not mental.”

“I did not say that. I was simply insisting that everyone has a dark place their mind goes to, which is a detriment to a person’s mental health. Let alone someone who is expected to heal quickly and pick up the family business, am I correct?”

Just as you thought you were getting somewhere, Cal’s eyes snap back up to yours with anger, the malicious anger tearing at his body again, “You know nothing of my family’s business and nothing of me. You have no audacity as to even assume or place yourself in my shoes. I should have you thrown out or hanged for your mouth alone. Get out!”

“Just trying to be of service, sir, since I’m at your will!” you smile sickeningly, bowing to him and sliding through the door just as a book is picked up and thrown.

You let out a deep breath of air on the other side of his door, now in the safety of the hallway. Your throat tightens with a soft sob, tears welling in your eyes. You truly feel as a prisoner on death row, hands and ankles encased in heavy metal cuffs; struggling to walk under the watchful gazes and heavy chains slowing you down, keeping you locked in this manor.

You weren’t the perpetrator, you know this, but you were framed to support the guilty with your own naivety and love.

You drag yourself back down to the kitchen to finish the man’s meal with dejection, but still devoted for the greater future - when you no longer have to be a maid in this manor and be free, lost in the world again.

“Lord Hockley?” you call once more at his door, only this time, you’re holding his tray of dinner. “I have your meal, are you decent?”

You hear a muffled ‘Yes’ and proceed through the door cautiously.

It seems he’s settled now, sitting at his desk with notes and papers scattering the floor and desk. He hadn’t cleaned the room, which you suspected you’d have to clean in the near future. However, you notice the bed is drenched in liquid, and when you look back at him, you notice sweat beading at his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glistening against his skin.

“Lord Hockley?” you call again, stepping closer towards him. He chooses not t answer you, so you press further. “You’re sweating.”

“I’m very well aware of what my body is doing.”

“Are you feeling ill? I can help you if-” you are cut off by his fist meeting the solid oak of the desk.

“I do not need any assistance from the likes of you, nor do I want it,” his voice is stern, scary.

You try not to lose your temper so easily this time, so you give him a kind, tight-lipped smile. “Of course, my lord, you are a man after all. A man is able to take care of himself just fine, though he installs many maids within his manor. Maids like me,” you giggle dryly, “What shall I do instead, since you are able to clean, cook, and much more without the help of the ‘likes of me’?”

Caledon only groans, “Just leave the food here, you are dismissed. I’ll leave my tray for you to clean in the morning.”

“Oh, how kind,” you roll your eyes, scurrying to the door.

“Oh, and Miss, maybe you could find a better countenance and leave your convictions in your pillow when you arise. Wouldn’t want to explain to my father - and yours - as to why you were no longer needed and let go.”

You can hear the sinister smirk in his voice, but you choose to ignore it - for now - and head to bed briskly.

The next two weeks follow you in a similar form. You do as your told, albeit begrudgingly, and get into many of your childish arguments. Your interactions with the man are nasty and violent at times, always finding yourself dodging an object, taking threats, and coming in the next morning asking for more.

More, more, more; you ask for more because there is nothing else to be given. You have to take everything as a grain of salt. You have to because this means your father’s life and yours. If you manage to screw up, and you will, they will not only have your father’s head, but yours for Caledon’s punctured ego.

Though, somewhere within those weeks, you started to care less and less.

“Lord Hockley?” you knock at his door, tray of food in hand. He once more gives you no answer, so you push in.

Greeted by no light in the room, you walk around in the darkness, knowing this room like the back of your palm now. Placing the tray of food on the oak countertop and go to strike a match, lighting the candle on the desk. Going around the room, you light each and every one of them until the room is dimly lit enough to see.

On the bed, you find Caledon, sweat having gotten worse as you’ve noticed he never leaves his room. When you step closer, he is shivering, teeth chattering. Worried, you go to place the back of your hand to his forehead, but quickly draw your hand back when he jerks upright.

“Lord Hockley!” you jump, the ghost of his skin still lingering on the pads of your fingers. “You’re burning up, I need to help assist you now. You’re very ill and the sickness has gone on long enough-”

“No!” his voice rips through you quiet pleas, rattling off the walls.

“But, Lord Hockley-”

“I said ‘No’! I do not want assistance, I am a grown man!”

“’You can take care of yourself’, yeah, yeah, bullshit!” you scream, the frustration, fear, and hurt finally meeting your words as you are blinded by your emotions.

“What did you say?” Caledon looks at you in disbelief.

You cringe as you can guess what is about to take place in mere minutes, but you don’t hold back anymore. “Is your bigotry deafening your hearing or did you hear me call bullshit?”

Shakily, Caledon gets off his bed, his frame towering yours as he glares down at you with pale skin and dark, chocolate brown eyes.

“Your father wouldn’t want you to be sick, knowing that you would have to run his business soon.”

“My father-” Caledon cuts himself off, a hand going to wipe his face. “This has nothing to do with the business.”

“No? Well then, why else would I have to pamper you like a king? Is it because you’re defective?”

Caledon’s pacing now, trying to calm his increasing ragged breathing.

“Or is it because your useless to him? Mentally unstable?” you continue, trying to get a rise out of him.

“You know nothing of his business nor my personal life!” Caledon snaps back to you, anger finally bursting.

As his anger ensues, he takes steps close to you each time, piercing his thick index finger into you chest for emphasis. “You are nothing, you are worthless. I am a wealthy businessman. I am a strong, independent man with power. People would miss me if I were gone!”

“If you’re such a big man, you wouldn’t lock yourself away in your room like a toddler.”

That’s what finally did him in. You pressed a personal button when your short quips finally hit a nerve, testing his masculinity. Before you have time to react, a glass vase is hurled at you. It was a short throw, and was nowhere near your face, however it caught you by surprise and smashed against your hip.

You ignore the pain, though all you wanted to do was bury yourself in a hole. You came here to help him, but all you are returning is anger and hurt that is most definitely placed at you.

“You’re sick and it is my job to take care of you, so your father won’t have my ass because his baby boy isn’t okay. It’s my job to make sure you are very well satisfied. It is my job that you get your linens washed, food prepared, room cleaned, and make it my duty that your estate is fully functioning all on my own!” you jab a finger in his direction, placing more distance between your bodies until your back hits his door, his body on the other side of the room behind his desk.

He goes to say more, but you cut him off with more furious blows.

“Though, what isn’t my job is to allow you to threaten me. It isn’t my job to be belittled and yelled at by you. It isn’t my job to allow you to throw objects and whatever anger you have and hurl them at me! That is not my job, nor what I will allow any longer!”

“I never asked you to be here. I didn’t want you here. You forced yourself into my estate to protect your father. You knew what you were getting into just by the public papers alone. You knew what was to be expected and yet you came here anyway. You made a prisoner and a victim of yourself.” Caledon’s gaze does not falter and neither does yours.

“You’re correct, Lord Hockley, I may have known what I was getting myself into. What I didn’t know nor expect was the childish frustration and blatant disregard for human decency. I’ve tried over and over again to be kind, but against your better judgement, you couldn’t allow me to be the person to hold such compassion.”

Your eyes are welling up with tears now as you feel a warm liquid flow down your palm and to the tips of your fingers.

“You do not understand what is bothering me and you never will,” Caledon finally starts to calm himself, the self-pity returning as he recounts lost memories you cannot decipher.

“No, but I have made it abundantly clear that I was here to help assist you. However, you saw it as being weak, so it wasn’t in your cards to even allow me the common courtesy of being a human being. You felt as if I was lying to you.”

“God, you are so annoying,” Caledon groans.

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“You know, when you’re silent, I almost like you - wait, are you injured?”

“No!” you yell almost instantaneously.

“Did I do that? Its dripping on the floor, what happened?”

“The glass,” you almost stutter, the atmosphere changing quickly. “The glass shatter and cut some of my hand, I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt.”

“And, you’re ill.”

Caledon sighs, his shoulders slumping. Motioning for you to exit the room, Caledon says nothing as you make a silent pact to clean up.

You are suffering whiplash from the sudden change of emotion and it leaves you on edge, but with the cooling of his mood, it allows the adrenaline and some stiffness to leave you. Confusion overtakes your mind.

Guided into the kitchen, you start to take out numerous medications, searching for something to accommodate his symptoms. Caledon walks up to you quietly, almost afraid to get too close.

You do not say or look at each other, finally finding the right medicine and sliding it to him on the counter before sitting down on one of the bar stools. He sits beside you carefully, taking the medicine.

Taking some gauze and wiping away the cuts with an alcohol wipe, you struggle to wrap your hand. That is, until a warmer, larger one goes to encompass it gently, waiting for an action of opposition to its intentions.

Caledon gaze burns the side of your head before you finally acknowledge him with fear. Softly, he starts, “…Just allow me to help?”

You nod softly as the tears form in your eyes again. Some time passes before you finally work up the nerve to ask, “Why do you do this?”

Caledon looks up from you hand with confusion, which urges you on to elaborate, “Why does your mood change so swiftly, so suddenly?”

Sighing, Caledon gives you a firm look, as if he’s deciding whether to trust you or not - to tell you. “The Titanic,” he starts, “When I survived, I lost almost all of who I was. When I returned home to my father, I was constantly burdened with memories. They would consume me, control me, until I felt like a madman. The only solution was anger. When the anger takes control, there is no longer that burning sadness, guilt, and regret; no hoping I’d done something differently. I couldn’t allow myself to do that because I was no longer that man anymore.”

“It’s scary,” you croak, peering into his eyes.

“It is, but what’s worse is the life I’ve lived after the episodes. My father found me defective, worthless. I will never be able to fully recover, which is bad for business. He locked me away in this estate to stay hidden from prying eyes, bedridden to remain unseen even in this secluded property. I insist on doing the simplest actions myself because it makes me feel as if I’m showing my father I am still capable, just changed.”

You nod slowly as you take in this new information, grateful. The man has finally opened up to you, he’s no longer a stranger in his own home as it seems.

Calmly, Caledon pats your hand, signalling that the wrapping is done. A hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair from your face, resting it on your cheek just afterwards. “I know I’ve hurt you, but please, try to understand me, I’m not asking for your forgiveness... I just wanted you to understand-”

“You don’t need to ask that, I already forgave you a long time ago,” you smile softly, placing one of your hands on his opposing cheek. “We will learn to adapt, just as you have many times before. We are no longer strangers, yeah?”

“Yes,” Caledon smiles with glossy eyes.

“We will work on this together. You are not alone anymore.”

Caledon looks at you with uncertainty.

“I am here, always. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Kissing his forehead softly, you other hand goes to be placed on his shoulder, “Repeat it.”

“I am not alone,” a tear slides down his cheek.

“Not as long as I’m alive,” you smirk, placing a kiss to each of his eyelids.

“Never again,” the both of you say together, lips finally meeting as if to seal the promise the both of you now shared deep in your hearts.

“Never alone.”

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wreckitremy · 3 months

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The Political Platform of the Democratic Socialists of America:

Abolition of the Carceral State

Abolition of White Supremacy

A Powerful Labor Movement

Economic Justice

Gender and Sexuality Justice

Green New Deal

Health Justice

Housing for All

International Solidarity,

Anti-Imperialism, and Anti-Militarism

DSA' Political Platform on

Gender and Sexuality Justice

DSA is a socialist feminist organization. We organize people of all genders to ﬁght against systems of oppression and exploitation, including patriarchy, capitalism, and white supremacy.

Liberal representation feminism is content with increasing the number of female faces in oppressive structures. A few women in positions of power, however, is not liberation. Liberation means all genders having freedom and control over their own lives and bodies through ending exploitation.

DSA ﬁghts to build a feminism for and by the working class and all oppressed people. Capitalism speciﬁcally impacts women workers through devaluing of feminized labor, sexual violence in the workplace, unpaid housework, and the expectation of emotional labor.

DSA ﬁghts for the democratization of domestic and care work, political and social liberation for all genders, full bodily autonomy for all, and the end of state recognition of the gender binary.

We stand in solidarity with grassroots feminist movements around the world in their ﬁght against capitalist oppression and exploitation.

We organize for the liberation of queer people, understanding that liberation – having the power to deﬁne our life choices, and fulﬁll our greatest potential — depends on achieving economic justice for the multiracial working class, and all oppressed people.

We ﬁght against violence against black transgender women, federal and state discrimination, and all political and social barriers to full control over ourbodies and sexualities. We seek equity so that queer people, subject to discrimination and violence, have the means to livea liberated, fulﬁlling life.

We strongly oppose “rainbow capitalism,” in which banks, police, andcorporations wrap themselves in Pride ﬂags during June in order to make proﬁt, all while exploiting queer workers.

We likewise reject “homonationalism,” the process of using superﬁcial support of LGBTQ+ people, such as US military propaganda featuring gay couples, to provide cover for the brutalities of the American empire. Companies in the military-industrial complex may march in corporate Pride parades, but we recognize them for what they are: enemies of the global working class, and of the international queer liberation movement.

We seek nothing less than liberation.

OUR DEMANDS:

Reproductive Justice for All

Free contraception and birth control for all who want it, provided by the state

Free fertility treatment for all

Free abortion on demand

Repeal of the Hyde Amendment and all legal restrictions on abortion access

Reparations for all those impacted by reproductive and sexual violence committed by the state, such as those forced to undergo hysterectomies in ICE detension

An immediate end to forced sterilization of disabled people

Affordable representation of disabled people within family courts

Protection and expansion of the legal rights of disabled parents regarding guardianship

Paid parental leave for all people

Universal child care, elder care, and pre-kindergarten

Quality, age appropriate, and comprehensive sex-ed taught in schools

End Employment and Housing Discrimination Based on Sexual Orientation and Gender Identity and Expression

Enact federal and state anti-discrimination laws, including passage of ENDA and the Equality Act, as well as the addition of “sexual orientation, gender identity and expression” as a protected category in all human rights laws

Require “just cause” for evicting someone from housing or terminating employment

Enhance and strengthen equal pay guarantees, including by requiring the EEOC to resume collecting pay data from large employers, forbidding prior salary from being considered in setting pay rates, and increasing transparency and protections for workers discussing their own pay

Housing for all and a universal ban on housing discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity

End Anti-Queer Violence

The establishment of community-based response systems to transphobic and homophobic violence, especially violence targeting black trans women, that is entirely separated from the police and criminal law system

Put in place greater protections for survivors of sexual assault and abolition of the requirement that survivors ﬁle a police report to access funds

Allow transgender prisoners to be housed in facilities reﬂecting their gender identities

Guarantee Queer-Friendly and Gender Affirming Healthcare

Enact a single-payer Medicare for All system that provides free queer sexual health and gender affirming healthcare, including HIV care, PrEP, fertilty treatments, birth control, abortion care, mental health care, hormone replacement therapy, and gender-affirming surgeries

Allow trans minors to access gender affirming care without parental consent

Prioritize funding for health centers that provide transgender healthcare, especially in rural and conservative areas, on reservations, and in underserved urban areas

Guarantee that transition-related healthcare, including HRT and surgery, to all incarcerated people who request it

End gender restrictions in insurance coverage, such as the practice of only covering contraceptive costs for women, and demand healthcare tailored to our actual bodies rather than our ID cards

End gendered restrictions on medical care, including but not limited to services available to sexual assault survivors

End the Repression of Sex Workers and Fully Decriminalize Sex Work Nationwide

Repeal FOSTA/SESTA

Increase consideration of the intersection of disability and sex work and provision of speciﬁc resources for disabled sex workers

Dignity for domestic and care workers

Increased wages for domestic labor and care work, including through a $15 minimum wage indexed to inﬂation

Require domestic laborers and home health aides to be paid for all hours worked

The end of mandated 24-hour workdays

End the State Recognition of the Gender Binary and Enforcement of Heteronormativity

Remove all barriers and requirements to changing one’s ID gender marker and legal name

End all laws prohibiting cohabitation of unrelated people, which exist only to privilege the heterosexual nuclear family over nontraditional and chosen family

End conversion therapy and provide stronger supportive care for minors whose families abandon them

Grant all privileges afforded to married couples to all consenting partnerships

Eliminate the ﬁnancial and healthcare barriers for disabled people to marry freely

This pamphlet contains an excerpt from the Political Platform of the Democratic Socialists of America, ratified at the organization’s 2021 National Convention. The platform is a living document, up for amendment by our highest deliberative body, the national convention, every other year. You can read the current version of the full platform at ntdsa.org/nationaldsaplatform

Read the latest version of DSA’s full platform at

ntdsa.org/nationaldsaplatform

#us politics #democratic socalists of america #late stage capitalism #mutual aid #community organizing #trans rights #abortion rights #activism #political activist #political action #intersectional feminism #eat the rich #leftism #february 2024

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The year is, let's say... 2026. The Global Reparations act has been signed and society is shifting ever gradually and, sometimes, in a sudden manner.

Universities start offering a new social sciences-adjacent course named Critical Race Studies. It proves to be 'controversial' for many reasons and even considered unorthodox to the point of clashing with other courses... but classrooms are most certainly full.

As a thought exercise, what kind of classes do you think would be offered in this course? What would be its main point and what kind of professionals and citizens would it educate in the end?

And, just for fun: would you enroll?

A great question! :)

The purpose of the Critical Race Studies course is to motivate white students to engage in further reparatory actions. ("Further", since all whites are already required by law to pay a Reparations Tax.)

The first half of the course is dedicated to remind students that whites still have a debt to pay. Students are taught about the history of Europe and America, highlighting white people's complicity in atrocities like colonialism, slavery, and Nazism.

Students are shown how racial inequalities have accumulated over the generations, and how, even today, whites benefit from a history of racism.

The first half of the course culminates in a "hot seat" exercise: White students are called to the front of the class to confess their racist acts or even having racist thoughts. Lack of racist intentions are no excuse - confessing to cutting off another motorist only to discover he was Black will be met with disapproving sounds and gestures from the other students. Especially from the Black students sitting in the front rows (white students will be sitting in the back).

As interracial relationships are on the rise, many a white male student will confess to having negative thoughts about his ex-girlfriend after she left him for a Black man.

The second half of the course is dedicated to showing how whites can repay their debt. Every little act helps: Referring to Black men as "sir", even if they're the same age and position as you; offering to run errands for your Black neighbor or even cook and clean for them; spending your weekends doing volunteer service in Black-dominated neighborhoods.

White female students are encouraged to be more 'generous' when it comes to Black men. Smile more, indicate that you would be honored to be asked on a date by a Black man. Relax your requirements when it comes to Black men, especially if they're older than the white guys you usually date. Be prepared to 'put out', even if it's only your first date.

Would I enroll? Of course I would. I would take my place in the hot seat, tearily confessing to never having had a Black boyfriend. Meeting the disapproving looks from my fellow Black students. And promising to do my best to change that.

#racial justice #white guilt #a-lot-less-bbc

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i could endlessly talk abt the weird female dating strategies that "show up" every few months online (skeptical abt them showing up bc women have been trying to figure out ways to "fix" dating or marriage for ourselves in a system that fundamentally disadvantages us and nothing is particularily new atp) but in the end i think my thoughts boil down to like. dating men is risky, like literally anything else in life. if you want to do it be prepared to sink time into it and get little to no results, bc many men are for real insane and so overtly misogynistic they wont even see us as real human beings let alone partners. but at no point should we slip back into the idea of men having to do everything for us or provide for us because that defeats the whole point of trying to find someone who treats us as equals. i see women and even some "well intentioned" (tho often that is not the case) men try to act like some kind of feminist reparations need to take place in dating (see: discourse on who pays for dinner, who drives who where, etc) but genuinely the fairest thing i see is women have to take as much initiative as men if we think its worth it, even if it may come back to bite us, which we cant exactly 100% avoid even if the man in question checks all the boxes for us so in the end if we find it worthwhile we gotta at least try. this means insisting on being treated like an equal human being, which absolutely is a problem men have with us and yes many of them are seemingly incapable of this (which i think is the main barrier lol). but lets be real, it also means that women need to start acting the fucking part. you cant act like a baby in search of a father figure to take care of you and pay your bills and spoil you and then be surprised when he infantilizes you and sees you as his property (even if he keeps quiet about it). and you cant act like his mother and baby him and expect him to start suddenly taking care of himself without your intervention. thats fucking absurd. thats fucking yourself over. you cant play into that shit.

#m #OBVIOUSLY men are a huge issue in the first place bc theyre incapable of being normal abt women and relationships most of the time but like #this is specifically for the wamen bc this is tumblr lol. i just dont get shit like this.

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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Criminal Minds 2x18 - Live Star Reaction

Sunny said this is one of her faves so I must do what I do best (babble incoherently

A THREEQUEL ????? We don't normally get a "Previously on" for this show

is SOMEONE gonna say something about how Reid is acting (besides Em and Derek, my beloveds)

getting killed by a natural disaster on the murder show is kinda super lame

did he just FAKE A SERIAL KILLER DEATH ??????

WILLIAM LEMON TANGO !!!! YEEAAAAHHH

"Til he kills again" Hotch really knows how to lighten up the mood

💜 Ethan 💜

Reid is being such a Dick to Emily specifically, idk if it's cause she's new so he doesn't trust her as much (he's reluctant to accept help and keeps lashing out but when Morgan pushed a little, Spence caved in and talked to him) or of something about her bothers him (like idk they're both the most brainy, some competitiveness that's been amped up cause of what happened)

Morgan doing a little ✌️ while being introduced in tHE MIDDLE OF AN ACTIVE CRIME SCENE (I love him so much, I actually can't stand it)

oh no he cut "Jones" into the wall, SORRY IM STUPID

I really like Lemon Tango SKSKSK he has such a Noir Detective Vibes

I never know if I'm being smart when I figured something out before the characters or if the show writers make it easier for the audience on purpose (not that I did this time but I have my big brained moments)

"Reid you scared me!" "always been one step ahead of you, man" yeah no, I agree with the fandom on this one KSKSKSKS

REID ???? ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE ?? THERE'S A ON GOING MURDER INVESTIGATION ???

"this is New Orleans, honey. It's a culture thing" JJ is stronger than me, I would've fucked this man in the middle of that full bar

"and this involves the case, how?" "it doesn't, I'm just flirting" 😶 sunny I think there might another request coming your way soon 😶

also Emily and Derek are my new favorite besties, I love their interactions so much <3

when they first referenced Jack the Ripper, I was gonna make a (probably not tasteful) "historical reparations" joke bUT YEAH NO KINDA EXACTLY THE ROUTE THEY'RE GOING

"What do we know about Female Serial Killers?" *has read exactly 1 book about them* not much *Reid mentions Aileen Wuornos* hEy I KNOW THAT ONE !

is it gonna be that woman in blue who sent Lemon Tango the drink?

I'll never remember his name right (Lamontagne ?)

SAY IT EMILY, GET HIS ASS (I know he went through a lot but someone needs to get his ass back into shape)

Breaking News: Man with the Worst Game Ever gets gutted in an alley (I wrote this before his body showed up, she actually dumped him in a alley)

JONES ?? J R ??? FUCKING JONES MAYHAPS ???? If this guy's name is Jones I'm gonna... Nevermind :3

Can we bring Elle back for one ep so she can shoot this guy too? (Jr guy)

It is the second time (that I remember) that Derek has called Garcia "mama" and I think I might have AO3 business to attend to later today (THESE TWO ARE KILLING ME SMALLS)

"Awn babygirl you never disappoint" 😩😩😩😩 HE STARTED TO SEDUCE ME, I STARTED TO BE SEDUCED BY HIM

William put his gun down and I literally let out an almost impressed gasp like "...Lemon Tango !" SKSKSLSK that's his name forever now

this ep makes me really sad, this actress is killing me, wE GONNA GET YOU SOME THERAPY BBY ! I feel really bad for cases like this one, literally so many people had a hand in those murders, it's not her fault

oh thank fucking god, it's finally Gideon Dad Time

"I'll never miss another plane again" good job baby <3 ily... nOW GO APOLOGIZE TO EMILY

I REALLY FUCKING LIKED THIS EPISODE !!

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Happy Pride Month! The Columbus State Library will be showcasing Pride-related resources all month on social media. Follow our Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts to keep up on Library news and events!

Resource lists from the Columbus State Library can jump-start your research by suggesting useful databases, search terms, and items from our collection. Our databases and collection items are available exclusively to current Columbus State students and employees; authentication is required for off-campus access.

Relevant Guide: LGBTQ+ Studies

Suggested databases: LGBTQ+ Source, Gender Studies Database

Sample database search: A search for SU "gender nonconform*" AND SU histor* in the above databases.

Websites:

ACT UP Oral History Project: An archive of 187 interviews with members of ACT UP, the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power.

Queer Zine Archive Project [Note: This site contains sexually-explicit material.]

Collection Items:

Global Encyclopedia of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Queer (LGBTQ) History [ebook]

Female Husbands: A Trans History, Jen Manion [ebook]

The Stonewall Reader [print]

Bodies in Doubt: An American History of Intersex, Elizabeth Reis [ebook]

Making Gay History: The Half-Century Fight for Lesbian and Gay Equal Rights, Eric Marcus [print]

A Queer History of the United States, Michael Bronski [print]

Histories of the Transgender Child, Jules Gill-Peterson [print]

Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution, Susan Stryker [print]

Black. Queer. Southern. Women: An Oral History, E. Patrick Johnson [ebook]

Unmaking Sex: The Gender Outlaws of Nineteenth-Century France, Anne E. Linton [ebook]

Nonbinary Gender Identities: History, Culture, Resources, Charlie McNabb [print]

Archiving An Epidemic: Art, AIDS, and the Queer Chicanx Avant-Garde, Robb Hernandez [ebook]

The Case for Gay Reparations, Omar Encarnacion [ebook]

Not sure where to start? Our Research Process guide breaks the process up into bite-size tasks.

Need research help or have a question about Library services? Current Columbus State students and employees can contact us via chat on our website, as well as by phone or email.

#LGBTQ+#LGBT #LGBTQ #history #LGBTQ+ history #virtual display #resource list

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Question for the culture:

Now that Doja Cat, Ariana, Camila, Cardi B, Kehlani and Nicki Minaj and Beyoncé have had number ones with songs about being sexy, wearing no clothes, fucking, cheating etc - can I please go back to singing about being embodied, feeling beautiful by being in love even if the relationship is not perfect, or dancing for money - or whatever I want - without being crucified or saying that I'm glamorizing abuse??????

I'm fed up with female writers and alt singers saying that I glamorize abuse when in reality I'm just a glamorous person singing about the realities of what we are all now seeing are very prevalent emotionally abusive relationships all over the world.

With all of the topics women are finally allowed to explore I just want to say over the last ten years I think it's pathetic that my minor lyrical exploration detailing my sometimes submissive or passive roles in my relationships has often made people say I've set women back hundreds of years.

Let this be clear, I'm not not a feminist - but there has to be a place in feminism for women who look and act like me - the kind of woman who says no but men hear yes - the kind of women who are slated mercilessly for being their authentic, delicate selves, The kind of women who get their own stories and voices taken away from them by stronger women or by men who hate women.

I've been honest and optimistic about the challenging relationships I've had.

News flash! That's just how it is for many women.

And that was sadly my experience up until the point that those records were made. So i just want to say it's been a long 10 years of bullshit reviews up until recently and I've learned a lot from them. But I also feel it really paved the way for other women to stop “putting on a happy face” and to just be able to say whatever the hell they wanted to in their music - unlike my experience where if I even expressed a note of sadness in my first two records I was deemed literally hysterical as though it was literally the 1920s.

Anyways none of this has anything to do about much but I'll be detailing some of my feelings in my next two books of poetry (mostly the second one) with Simon and Schuster. Yes I'm still making personal reparations with the proceeds of the books to my choice of Native American foundations which I'm very happy about. And I'm sure there will be tinges of what I've been pondering in my new album that comes out September 5th.

Thanks for reading.

Happy quarantining.

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Acts of Forgiveness

I started this one last Friday afternoon while waiting for my mammogram. I actually got 60 pages in between the wait for the main event and the wait for the results (all good). I finished later than night.

This book imagines that the US government passes The Forgiveness Act: if citizens can prove their descendance from slaves, they will be paid $175,000 in reparations. Love this premise. And love some of the strong female characters in this book as well. It just took too long to get to the reparations themselves. This is what I wanted to read about, and I didn't get there until about two thirds of the way in.

The writing was good, but the plot lacked. 3 stars.

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CONCEPT OF CONSENT IN POSH ACT

In accordance with Indian Penal Code Section 375, consent is defined as "an unequivocal voluntary agreement when the woman communicates her willingness to engage in the specific sexual act through words, gestures, or any other means of verbal or nonverbal communication." In addition, the 2013 law amendment adds the following: "The amendment clarifies that the absence of resistance does not imply consent and defines 'consent' as an unambiguous agreement to engage in a specific sexual act."

According to the Madras High Court v. Anthony ruling, a woman can only be considered to have given her permission when she chooses to submit while still being completely free to exercise her moral and bodily authority.

It is always a deliberate and aware acceptance of what is offered to be done by another and concurred by the former; consent entails the exercise of a free right to withhold what is being consented to. Due to the fact that PoSH cases essentially involve situations in which the victim has been the victim of an undesirable behavior. It indicates that there was not sufficient consent in this instance. Additionally, it must be remembered that the law states "absence of resistance does not imply consent." The court aims to expand the notion that power relationships, worry about revenge, and societal shame can all act as barriers to consent. The Supreme Court ruled in State of Himachal Pradesh v. Mango Ram that, It is impossible to interpret the submission of the body out of fear of being terrorized as a sexual act with permission. When we examine this precedent in the context of a larger discussion of gender justice and violence against women, "going along with something" out of possible fear due to a direct or inferred threat is not consent. The IC members should not inquire as to why the complaint did not respond negatively when handling the situation. However, the situation must be viewed through the viewpoint of: If the person had said no, would they have faced violence? If they answered no, would they worry about any professional reprisals? Was the responder in a position to influence the complainant in any way?

Gender-neutral policies and POSH ACT 2013

When creating procedures to avoid sexual harassment at the workplace, one frequent concern is: Is there should there be a policy that is gender-neutral. Before deciding on this, it is important to determine whether gender sexual harassment an issue?

Numerous conversations about workplace sexual harassment and different facets of its prevention have taken place and reparation. However, the majority of the study and debate focuses on the indicator of male harassers. Female victims as well. Organizations are now investigating sexual harassment as a form of bad behavior every gender can be impacted by culture However, under existing Indian legislation, sexual harassment is a crime against women. The statute provides the ability to report sexual harassment against a perpetrator, male or female, as a "aggrieved woman".

However, this can be a barrier to addressing sexual harassment for those who do not identify as feminine harassment. How can organisations expand the reach of the dispute resolution process in light of these limitations? One strategy is for organisations to have policies against sexual harassment that are gender-neutral. This might inspire

The Internal Committee should receive complaints of sexual harassment at work from employees of both genders.

Although the legal system was designed to address concerns facing women, the Delhi High Court made a major decision that

Dr. BN Ray v. Ramjhas College (2012) made the comment that if the anti-harassment policy is applicable to all employees,then internal committees may be used to address concerns from anyone. While statutory restrictions would suggestAnything that is more advantageous than legal entitlements would not be seen as breaking the law under a specific structure.

Local Committee and POSH Act 2013

The creation of a Local Committee ("LC") at the district level is required by Section 7 of the 2013 Act for addressing Gripes from the unorganized sector. Given the nature of the industry, it is crucial to delve examining the LCs' effectiveness and efficiency. The District Officer ("DO"), who is either the LC's according to Section 5 of the 2013 Act, either the district collector or a deputy collector. According to the law, each district has an LC, same like each organization has an IC. The main mechanism is the LC has the capability and jurisdiction comparable to a civil court for the adjudication of grievances from organizations employing fewer than 10 employees and employer concerns. When it comes to handling complaints about sexual harassment, the LC also performs the job. The LC may suggest a fine to the DO. The 2013 Act's Section 13 allows the LC to recommend compensation together with a penalty based on the reasons specified in Section 15 and orders the respondents to pay as a result. The total either from their paychecks or all at once. Additionally, the LC may send the order to the relevant DO for collection as an arrear of land income if compensation is not paid. Additionally, the LC may refer complaints filed by domestic employees to the police in accordance with the rules of the Indian Penal Code. Given the vast authority granted to the LC, it is clear that it must play a critical role in the prevention and redress of sexual harassment in units with less than ten members.

#CONCEPT OF CONSENT IN POSH ACT #Local Committee and POSH Act 2013 #Gender-neutral policies and POSH ACT 2013

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QISAS ISLAMIC LAW PAKISTANIS ARE WORRIED THAT THE GOVERNMENT AND ITS ALLIES MAY ASSASSINATE OR KILL HIS EXCELLENCY IMRAN KHAN, IN A MADE UP FALSE MURDER CASE AGAINST HIM. FIRSTLY, ALLAH, HIS GUARDIAN AND SAVIOR, IS BIGGER THAN ALL OF HIS CORRUPT KILLERS PUT TOGETHER, Allah-o-Akbar. LASTLY YET IMPORTANTLY, THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PTI PARTY SUPPORTERS, WHO CAN PAY QISAS AND SAVE HIS LIFE, IN CASE HIS ENEMIES, THE CORRUPT POLITICIANS, ARE ABLE TO BRING FALSE WITNESSES AND PROSECUTE HIM, GOD FORBID! ______________________________________________________ Qisas means “retaliation” and refers to the biblical precept of “an eye for an eye.” The Islamic phrase qisas (Arabic) means revenge, akin to the biblical notion of an eye for an eye. In the instance of murder, it refers to the right of a murder victim’s heirs to seek the murderer’s death. “O you who believe, equivalence is the law decreed for you when dealing with murder – the free for the free, the enslaved person for the enslaved person, the female for the female. If the victim’s kin pardons one, an appreciative response is in order, and equitable compensation shall be paid. This is an alleviation from your Lord and mercy. Anyone who transgresses beyond this incurs a painful retribution.” — Sura 2, (Al-Baqarah) 178 The Quran, on the other hand, states that one should seek reparation (Diyya) rather than retaliation. Because the state could only kill a murderer with the consent of the victim’s heirs, the state could only do so with their permission, and they were free to pardon the murderer as an act of charity or in exchange for restitution. Is Qisas (The Law of Retaliation) in Conflict With Intellectual And Emotional Norms? Qisas There is a group of people who, without thinking about it, have tried to critique sure of Islam’s criminal concerns, particularly the topic as’ (law of revenge), over which they have caused a lot of fuss, saying: A killer’s crime is simply stealing a person’s life, but you’re doing the same thing with it! Qisas is a spiteful and violent character. This repulsive trait must be eradicated from the population by proper education; yet, advocates of it pump new life into this awful trait every day! Murder is not a crime committed by healthy people; the killer almost certainly has a mental illness that must be addressed, and cannot help such people. Issues of social order must evolve in tandem with society; therefore, rules enacted fourteen hundred years ago should not be applied in today’s culture! Isn’t it better if the murders were put in jails, forced to work, and used for the good of society instead of it? In this way, society would be shielded from their evils, but they might also be exploited to the entire degree feasible. These are condensed summaries of the many concerns raised about this subject. The solutions to these concerns can be found by studying verses in the Qur’an. “And there is life for you in (the law of) retaliation, O men of understanding, that you may guard yourselves.” (2:179). Does retribution preserve life? Because removing hazardous persons is sometimes the most excellent choice for the growth of a community, and because that protect life, it may have been implanted as an instinct inside man. Everything, whether it’s the medical system, agriculture, or animal husbandry, is founded on this rational principle: The removal of a harmful and unpleasant creature. We see that unhealthy parts of the body are amputated to safeguard the body and that dangerous and inconvenient branches are sawed away to ensure the growth of a plant. Those who see the murderer’s death as a loss of another person only see it from their perspective; however, if they considered the wellbeing of the entire community and understood the role that qisas play in safeguarding and teaching all other people, their remarks would be reconsidered. Objections Eliminating such bloodsuckers from society is analogous to chopping off a dangerous limb or branch, which, according to reason, must be cut off. Indeed, it must be remembered that no one has ever protested the amputation of a sick limb or a harmful branch until now. This was in response to the initial objection. In response to the second criticism, it is essential to recognize that alqisas law is unrelated to the question of vengefulness. This is because retribution entails putting out the fires of rage that have erupted due to a personal situation. Qisas, on the other hand, was enacted to prevent tyranny from recurring in society and seek justice for the community’s other innocent citizens. To the third argument, that the killer must be suffering from a psychiatric disease and that ordinary people cannot commit such a crime, it must be replied that this speech is proper in some instances. Islam, too, has not imposed the law of Alqisas for a crazy killer or the like. The Quran is the primarysource of Islamic law, and the rule of qisas is drawn from it. The term ‘Alqisas’ is used in the Quran to mean ‘equality.’ Practice at the moment Qisas Several nations’ legal systems now provide Alqisas, including those that use classical/traditional Islamic jurisprudence (Saudi Arabia) or have passed qisas legislation as part of modern legal reforms. In Saudi Arabia, murder and manslaughter are private charges for which the victim or the victim’s heirs must prosecute, accept monetary compensation, or give pardon. In Saudi Arabia, sharia courts use Qisas in juvenile cases. The age restriction is rarely strictly enforced. A judge might consider a juvenile defendant’s physical attributes in determining whether or not they should be prosecuted as an adult. In most circumstances, a person who meets at least one of the four criteria listed below is considered an adult for Qisas purposes: you are over the age of 15, have wet dreams (al-Whitlam), have pubic hair, or are about to start menstruating. When the Qisas concept is used in Saudi Arabia, the defendant will face equal reprisal and damage. Conclusion The ensuring of criminal justice, the safeguarding of societal safety, and the prohibition of personal revenge are all reasons for the permissibility of qisas. Some argue that legislation enhances criminal justice by establishing a balance between offenses and punishments. Furthermore, such a punishment acts as a deterrent to those who commit crimes, resulting in societal safety. Finally, granting the victim or their family the right to that reprisal prevents them from pursuing their revenge. http://www.islamweb.net/emainpage/index.php?page=showfatwa&Option=FatwaId&lang=E&Id=138307 http://www.islamweb.net/emainpage/index.php?page=showfatwa&Option=FatwaId&Id=200403

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kindtobechurlish · 1 year

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I would be oppressed, I talk about what you don’t talk about and now people are ready to paint me as bad. I would know what that white woman that is married is thinking, and because I know what is thinking I can personify the third amendment and now you see people who are married in their quarters “talking” and it’s not flirting. It’s serious, the white woman sees a negro killed, the negro mother doesn’t have the words to express herself, just to refer back to her west African roots, and in trauma you can see the detachment as just that. A son would have a tattoo, and God is against tattoos, and by the tattoo you see, “mama”, there are assholes like Obama who don’t want black advancement but only better policing. When you can understand a child of an immigrant, a white mother, and a negro female as a wife who is a lawyer herself, you see the plain of these crackers, this pinhead, oppressing me. You see a bunch of people who are proud, and their pride just highlights the fall.. now it’s a matter of time, the time exposes people calling me the “n” word because I want the fall to come about faster as protection is that. I am not for an insidious effect, and the numbers rise just for me to be Joe Biden’s age and he, Donald Trump, Hillary Blithé, are no more just for me to be looking around like, “where did everyone go?”, and there is some BRAT, who is my age now, looking to get in government. I don’t want that, I don’t want that because I see demoralization, and when the plant is dead his policy will be - and now you see a German boor who demoralizes the cause as a plant is demoralized. People will come after them. But, I’m not white, so why would I care? A damned drift, negroes are resisting white authority just to serve a shadow Kike. I know about Nazis, and Hitler exposed that negro as that Kike is, and politicians are making things about a death camp. “He didn’t like Jews”, and now by the regiment of blacks you say Hitler was wrong in your “freedom.” Bull shit.

Now, they are ready to call me bad because I know about that white woman and her husband within quarters, Jake Tapper isn’t reporting it, and now you see those people who post and don’t say anything about anything. Imagine me saying what people don’t say, and then there are people who don’t say anything about anything - they let Joe Biden address it. And now you see, I resorted to this rhetoric because my grandma was “shocked”, and I can’t tell her nothing, I’m not telling my family, “Mama, I’m gone be famous”, enabling that white woman who would be happy to have a firefighter son, a police son, as KD, LeBron, sneers!

I can give you a personification, and you see cohorts for cohorts. In cohorts, you see a tether who would hear about reparations and it’s about “white pushback” and not a separate ecology that exposes the temporary practice and the so-called “necessary evil.” In that tether, he would rather write books, act as a father, you see me for me. I would know advancement, and then there is a guy who wants to be prince of who reminds me of “amazing grace”, and now you see William Whipple and his philosophy. Some people on a boat, slaves are, and they are signing to god, “thank you it’s not me.” AMAZING GRACE. I’m fighting for my freedom, that shadow Kike enables negroes from the emanation of ragtime, and now you see people who try to make me into a servant of a demagogue. He “leads the people”, and wants me to serve him like he should be serving the people. He has platform, he has his thoughts, and now you see the difference between president and king. I would be set over people, just to be a servant according to what rose me up, and now you see cowards for cowards and the farm fixes it. A bunch of people who would rather the city, its art, and now you see the coffee shop with the designs. “Art.” Yea, as pestilence is pestilence. The city is the city, and now you see politics as just that.

You see Obama doesn’t want black advancement, he wants to staple his legacy according to “my brothers keeper”, and you see him for him and me for me. There are people not black, seeking freedom due to the regiment of blacks, and now you see the dangerous time. They call me bad for saying this, and I would remind you I don’t want people to think Mexicans make my world. According to the world, you see the oppression as the oppression and the assholes as just that.

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teabooksandsweets · 1 year

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A City of Bells

Chapter IX — Part I

Jocelyn and Felicity spent the next few days after Christmas feverishly discussing the play. How exactly should it be presented? Was it a tragedy or a romantic fairy tale? Should it be produced with the simplicity suitable to the one or the fantastic splendour demanded by the other? Above all what was the central idea that must link music, scenery, movement and poetry into one unity? They argued with some heat until Torminster itself, that was already so deeply concerned in Ferranti’s play, became even more so by providing the answer at the choirboys’ annual Christmas party.

This always took place on Holy Innocents’ Day and was a great event, for the entire Close, as well as the choirboys, came to it. It took place at the Palace and not at the Deanery, because the Bishop liked giving parties for small boys and Lady Lavinia did not. It was regarded by all as an act of reparation made to the choirboys by Torminster. Other small boys tasted the joys of leisure at Christmas time, but these sweet innocents were obliged by the exigency of their profession to work harder than ever. Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Saint Stephen’s Day, Saint John the Evangelist’s and Innocents’ Day followed close upon each other’s heels with that singular lack of proportion in the matter of festivals displayed by Mother Church, who might surely have spaced them out a bit, and on all of them the poor children had to attend at the Cathedral twice daily and shout themselves hoarse in anthems, carols, hymns and special psalms … It was hard.

But the party, a gargantuan one, made up for it, and how fitting it was, said those who never came into close contact with the choirboys, that it should take place on Holy Innocents’ Day … All those sweet little boys with their round cherubic faces, guileless eyes and clean white collars … It was noticeable that those, such as the organist and the headmaster of the choir-school, who did come into contact with the cherubs, never expressed an opinion on the matter.

The party began soon after three o’clock and lasted for five hours.

Henrietta and Hugh Anthony began dressing for it at twelve o’clock. They wrestled with underclothes from twelve till one, when they had lunch with overalls over the underclothes, and from two onwards, with the assistance of the entire household, they coped with the parts that show.

The underclothes of the young at that period were no light matter. The amazing amount of heat that is stored within the bodies of little children was not perhaps realized, and it was considered that they must be kept warm. Henrietta wore immensely thick woollen combinations, a woollen liberty-bodice, a woollen vest, a flannel petticoat, a silk petticoat and finally her winter party frock of blue velvet trimmed with fur. Hugh Anthony was not quite so overburdened with clothes, though his pants were tremendous, because Grandmother did not consider the bodies of the male young to be so tender as those of the female of the species, but his brown velvet suit with its frilly collar drove him nearly mad.

“I look a fool,” he growled at Henrietta. “Why can’t I wear Etons?”

“Grandmother says you can when you’ve worn out that,” said Henrietta. “And I think you look sweet … Like Bubbles.”

Hugh Anthony made a rude noise in his throat and hurled his shoes across the floor.

Yet when it was time to go his philosophic temperament had come to his rescue. What cannot be helped must be endured and he was not without hope that some untoward accident at the party might ruin his detested suit for ever.

Grandfather, Grandmother and the children started off together, the children carrying their party shoes in brown holland bags and all of them swathed to the eyes in coats and shawls and mufflers.

For it had turned very cold. The stars that had shone so brightly on the evening of Christmas Day had been the first torchbearers in a procession of sparkling days and nights. Every morning the sun rose out of a glowing bed of fire and slowly climbed a sky of cold, brilliant blue. There was not much warmth in the sun, though he was so bright and gay, and he seemed a little aloof from the earth that loved him, but at midday he unbent a little and graciously touched the frosted trees with his fingers so that each grey twig was strung with diamonds. Then he withdrew again, flinging as final largesse an orange glow like a veil over the roofs of the city and painting the shadows of the elm-trees deep blue across the snow. Close at his heels the stars came marching and the moon blazed over the Cathedral towers like a round shield carried on the arm of a giant.

As the four of them crossed the Green the world was at that moment of pause between day and night. Henrietta had already noticed that there was always a haunting, unearthly beauty about this time of transition and that it was very varied. On grey, stormy days it was a gradual strange darkening that blotted out familiar shapes and divorced sound from its cause in a way that terrified. On sunshiny summer days it was a gradual intensification of colour and scent that came near to ecstasy. On other days it was a sudden blaze as of fire, on others a hard, bright flatness as though the earth was a painted picture.

It was this last to-day. The bare branches of the elm-trees were strokes of paint laid on sharply against the primrose wash of the sky. The Cathedral towers stood out hard and black against the sheeted gold of the west and the snow-covered grass stretched smooth and pure. Here and there a sudden speck of colour burned as the painter’s brush touched the flat surfaces; an orange square of lamplight leaping out in a dark house, a flash of colour on the snow as a robin hopped across it, a gleam of blue and green as a child in a gay muffler ran home from school. As always on these days when the earth is a painted picture it was very still; the cawing of a rook and the chime of a bell fell sharply as pebbles dropped in a deep well.

They crossed the Green and came to the Market Place, then turned to their left under the great archway that led to the Palace. Here they were overtaken by Mrs. Jameson and Felicity, accompanied by Jocelyn, who had found someone to take charge of the shop till closing time … Grandfather had noticed before that when Felicity was in Torminster Jocelyn found it perfectly easy to leave the shop, but when she was not it was sheer impossibility.

They crossed the drawbridge and passed under the portcullis into the courtyard beyond. In front of them the old walls of the Palace rose majestically, quiet and withdrawn in the evening light, only the windows lighted. They paused to look at it for a moment, for it was very lovely, then scurried hastily to one side as the Dean’s carriage and pair swept by them bearing Lady Lavinia in grey velvet, with a purple boa, and the Dean in a new top-hat.

“Do they want to run over us?” inquired Jocelyn with irritation.

“We’re not carriage folk,” explained Felicity.

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