#However when J turned out to be evil that was snuffed

[so-sick-of-17]

@lgbtrogues

I have explaining to do as to why I put certain ships in certain places! Here me out!

I ship Nygmapot but they are not my OTP and considering they have the most attention, I find them a little overrated. I am also a little annoyed at the whole “Let’s ship the mlm but ignore the wlw!” That is in this as well as many other fandoms. I still think of them as endgame but just wish they were not so overhyped. I also think Oswald can be a crybaby and am still pissed at him because of Tabs. Nygmakins would have been annoying to me if it was serious. However, it was not. It was based off of mind games. I did not mind it’s place in the story because neither was actually in love with the other but it did help character development. I would never ship it, though. I also do not ship Babs and Jim but Barbara Gordon needed to be born so it also is not something I minded in the story. Almost all the ships I put in “don’t like” are ones I have not seen much of. If more people actually shiped them, I would actively hate them. I only put the ones that made my blood boil in the hated box. The only ships on this list that make me want to scream are the ones people shipped because they thought they would have the abusive relationship of Joker and Harley Quinn, the one forced ship with no chemistry that was used to break apart a cannon and amazing wlw ship, and any ship between Batman and Joker is garbage. How can people ship that? What is wrong with batjokes shippers? Do they think a teenager being with a grown adult is okay? Do they think that shooting someone’s girlfriend who they love is romantic? Do they think that trying to recreate a traumatic experience shows love? Do they think attempting to murder people someone cares about is swoon worthy? Do they think murdering someone’s son is a good way to begin a relationship? ( The last one is from the comics but it is a huge part of Bruce’s future. Also people who read that still ship them so...)

#Gotham #Gotham ships #BatCat #Babitha #Nygmapot #Lee x Jim #Anti batjokes #Anti wayleska #I am not tagging all the ships #This turned into a huge anti batjokes rant #Not sorry though #Bruce is totally bi and had a small crush on pre serum Jeramiah #However when J turned out to be evil that was snuffed #DC #DCTV

[strawbunniiee]

A Girl and a Ghost Ch. 4: The Truth

S O this one was VERY FUN TO WRITE MY GOD

i really hope you enjoy this aaa

@salamifuposey @monsterbride99 here ya go :D

The deafeningly silent night was ominous, with a pearly white full moon hanging in the sky. Phantom's gramophone showed slightly in the moonlight as he rushed through the forest, as fast as he possibly could.

He knew he had to get to King Boo's manor before anything terrible happened to Peach.

This time, however, he didn't want Jawaii with him. He didn't want her to be harmed, or possibly even killed. But at the same time, he didn't know how she was going to deal with this pain if he was destroyed. After all, she was only so young... How could she deal with the loss of the only friend she had?

But Phantom did not want her dead either. He wanted her to live on and grow to adulthood at least.

His gramophone heart pounding in anxiety, thoughts racing, he hurried through the forest.

He finally arrived. The manor loomed over the forest casting a shadow over it.

Phantom took a deep breath. Then, he entered the mansion, ready to meet his fate.

———

Meanwhile, Jawaii was scurrying through the dark woods, tears filling her eyes.

The Peek-A-Boo was attempting to chase her down to get her to stop. But it was all in vain. Even if she was caught by the Peek-A-Boo she still wouldnt give up. All she wanted was to rescue her friend.

Her only friend.

She knew that after everything Phantom did for her, the happiness he had helped her find, finding out that someone out there wasn't afraid of her and cared for her... she had to return the favor.

She tripped over and fell into the darkness and let out a scream, but she got up, albeit with a scraped knee. The pain hurt badly.

She began to cry a bit from the pain, but she still ran on through the darkness.

Nothing was going to stop her.

After much running, she finally reached the manor.

She stared at it in horror, wondering if Phantom was already confronting the king. Or worse, what if he was already...? ...No, that couldn't be it.

Why am I staring at this place like an idiot. thought Jawaii. I'm such a COWARD! My own best friend could possibly be dying right now, but I can't even come in because I'm too much of a chicken.

Jawaii transformed her hands into swords (a skill she inherited from her father) and slowly walked into the mansion, ready to take King Boo on, prepared to rescue her friend.

If she couldn't rescue him... well, at least Phantom would have company if King Boo decided to hurt him.

The mansion was dark and dusty, and very cold. There were thick cobwebs everywhere, and everything smelled extremely old.

She took slow steps, shivering in fear.

Maybe this was a stupid idea. Jawaii thought. Maybe that Peek-A-Boo was right. But hey... it's too late now.

She walked around, looking for where Phantom could possibly be. She looked under tables, in closets, yet she couldn't find him. She began to break a cold sweat. Where was he.

She went to the second floor and looked there, in each and every room, each nook and cranny. Still, no dice.

However, when she got to the third floor she finally found him, on the floor quietly sobbing.

She turned her hands back to their normal selves and happily ran over to Phantom and gave him a big hug.

Phantom looked horrified at the fact that Jawaii was here, but also slightly pleasantly surprised. He suppressed that feeling as much as he could.

"I'm so happy you're alive..." whispered Jawaii.

"J-Jawaii, first and foremost, I know you had good intentions, but please... you should not have followed me here. I don't want you getting harmed. That's why I came here alone and didn't tell you. I want you to be safe. You have a long life ahead of you and it would be beyond horrible if it was simply just snuffed out before that. Second of all, how did you even know I was here...?" Phantom whispered back, concerned and shaking.

"One of the Peek-A-Boos told me and I knew I had to go help you. I just wanna help you... And make sure that you don't get hurt or worse." Jawaii answered. "I just wanted to help you..."

"Please leave this place, Jawaii. I'm sorry... I can't risk losing you to him." Tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm not leaving this place until we save her." Jawaii insisted. "Besides, my mom always told me, "Teamwork makes the dream work.""

Phantom caved in. "...I suppose I will allow you to help me. But the moment you get hurt, or he attempts to harm you, I am taking you away from this awful mansion. I am doing this because I want you to be unharmed."

Jawaii grinned. "I won't be the one getting hurt. King Boo sure is though."

Phantom slightly chuckled a bit. "Confident, are we now?"

Jawaii turned her hands into swords with an almost maniacal grin. Phantom looked a bit surprised. "Did you ju-"

"Yeah. I can have sword hands. My dad taught me how, but you're a bunny, so I dunno if I could teach you. though..." said Jawaii.

"Anyway enough rambling, let's kick this guy's ASS." Jawaii grinned.

Phantom sat there in shock. Did she just say what he thought she said?

She giggled at Phantoms dumbfoundedness and ran up the stairs. Phantom quickly snapped out of it and rushed to go in front of her, as if to protect her.

They had a small conversation on the way up.

"...I can't help but feel like this place is just so... familiar to me. I've never been in this part of the manor however." Phantom noted.

Jawaii cocked her head. "Whaddya mean by that?"

"Almost as if... I've been to this place many, many years ago. ...Perhaps it's just me."

After ascending up each floor, they finally made it.

There it was.

The attic door, and beyond it was where King Boo resided.

With Peach.

"Well... this is it." whispered Jawaii.

Phantom's heart began to race. "...I'm starting to regret having taken you up here with me. If you get hurt, it will be my fault."

"No it won't. I promise you, I won't get hurt." she promised.

Phantom took a deep breath. He slowly opened the attic door and phased through it.

Jawaii scurried up a ladder.

———

The attic was dimly lit, the dust and cobwebs were even worse than the first floor. It was clear that this place had not been touched in years, decades even.

King Boo hovered over Peach's unconscious body, preparing to turn her into a painting. It appeared he had knocked her out so she wouldn't try to escape.

Phantom gasped in horror, but his fear turned into anger. "Unhand her." he said.

The king turned around. "So I see you came along to save your beloved little princess, Tommy."

"Do not call me that. I said to UNHAND HER." Phantom's once blue eyes faded into a piercing red color.

King Boo scoffed. "What, do you really expect me to just GIVE her to you just because you said so?" He just laughed. "I'm afraid that just isn't how we do things in this manor, Tom."

Jawaii came out from behind Phantom.

"It's me again, ASSHOLE." Jawaii said. She turned her hands into swords again. She menacingly stared King Boo down. For a little girl, she could certainly be intimidating if she wanted to.

King Boo simply laughed in her face. "YOU- YOU THINK THAT'S INTIMIDATING? YOU THINK YOU'RE SCARING ME?"

That just made Jawaii angrier.

"Don't worry, because I have something that'll scare you. A little story. And it's a true one." King Boo had a malicious grin on his face.

"Once upon a time, there was a talentless, ugly, but rich man. He just loooved Princess Peach so much, he just adored her and wanted to be with her for the rest of his days. But there was a also a plumber. The plumber always saved the day, always rescuing the princess from the evil Bowser. Every single time, the rich man always tried to save her, but  was just so talentless and idiotic that the plumber always beat him to the chase. The plumber was always celebrated for his heroic feats, but the rich human's halfhearted attempts had always gone unnoticed. He was spoiled as well, he was rich, had everything he ever wanted but was still unhappy."

"Then one day, I decided to kidnap her for a change. Stir up a bit of trouble, you know? Then, for once the man came first this time. He tried to stop me and save the princess, but I killed him easily. I sealed his soul away in an old gramophone and threw it away deep into Spooky Trails, never to be seen again. Until now, anyways."

King Boo grinned even bigger, his twisted smile stretching across his entire face. Then he got up close to Phantom.

"Does this story sound familiar, Tom? Because this story... is about you."

"You were a human once, Tommy. And I killed you."

Phantom was staring in complete shock, trying to process this new information. He was practically a statue, just stuck there like that, frozen in horror.

Jawaii, however, was full of inconceivable rage.

She leaped at the king and let out a shrill, ear piercing shreak, about to shred him to pieces.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

#jawaiis cheesy fics #mario + rabbids kingdom battle #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #phantom of the bwahpera #tom phan #a girl and a ghost

[inthiswhisper]

parallels between dean/cas + andrea/benny...

the andrea / benny storyline came out of nowhere for me, but i enjoyed every second because it was beautiful and it paralleled cas and dean’s relationship. also, bless ben edlund.

after reuniting and on the way to benny’s old vampire nest, benny began to tell dean about his nest father, the vampire who turned him—

benny: your maker, he means everything to you. you start believing he’s god. our father kept the family together, but kept us apart from the rest of the world. 

—which, of course, reminded me of dean’s relationship with j-hn. though they’ve dwindled, there have been a number of j-hn and god parallels. dean worshipped him even though j-hn kept dean and (somewhat) sam from functioning properly in the real word. dean inevitably always did what was best for his family because of this, like benny—

benny: i always did what was best for the nest… ‘til i met her. andrea kormos. beautiful. i mean, words don’t even cut it, you know? i should have called her boat’s destination into my crew, but instead i joined her on it. my life changed when she entered it, dean. everything i had been or done up to that point just… seemed to vanish into what we had become together. we found it, man. [but] one night, the old man — he was just there. that night i understood what a crime it was to him, me leaving him.

—whose nest depended on luring in boats to feed on the passengers, but benny chose not only to save her, but to run away with her to lousiana. it was during this piece of dialogue that i realized benny doesn’t just parallel dean — he parallels cas. his father is actually god and cas always did what was best for heaven. god kept the angels on the outskirts of earth, never to interfere with humanity, but cas essentially abandoned his garrison to follow dean, who parallels andrea. the still beautiful still dean winchester human who changed everything.

so, like benny, cas did the opposite of what he was programmed to do. he fell “in every way imaginable” because of dean. yes, dean’s life changed upon castiel’s entry, but i’d argue cas endured greater change. everything he knew vanished. he remained loyal to dean since, the only exception being his betrayal, but he regretted that choice every step of the way because of how it affected dean.

and then there was this exchange between andrea and benny—

benny: all this is because of me. i’m sorry.

andrea: no, it’s not your fault. you never hid anything from me, benny. i chose you.

benny: why’d you stay with them — with him?

andrea: you remember what it’s like at first. everything resets. life is blood, that’s all. and whoever gives it to you—

benny: i know. it’s complicated. every damn thing is complicated.

andrea: it doesn’t have to be. benny, i can’t kill him. none of us can. but you — you came back from the grave. you’re proof that he’s not all-powerful. that he’s not god.

—which a large part of is still benny as cas and andrea as dean, but the two are so similar that the lines blur. again, though cas betrayed him, dean — like andrea — is quick to forgive and choose cas. cas only did what he did because of his default setting as an angel. everything resets and heaven — his “nest” — is prioritized. andrea’s last line is where cas and dean are similar. they both came back from the dead. they’re both proof god isn’t all-powerful. cas especially is proof of the free will god tries so hard to rid them of. cas to dean, like benny to andrea, is his hope to get out of destiny’s hold.

which brings me to benny and his “god”—

benny: why didn’t you let her die? she meant nothing to you.

vamp: but she meant everything to you. if that’s all i could salvage from my wayward son — the woman he defied his maker for — i wanted someone to remember you by.

—and how dean is castiel’s weakness, but he’s also the man castiel defied his own maker for despite how hard heaven tried to stop him. castiel was lost the moment he laid a hand on dean the way benny was lost the moment he laid eyes on andrea.

then, benny explains to dean why he cares for people despite being a vampire—

benny: i started seeing something in humanity, okay? something that shouldn’t be taken.

—implying that andrea’s humanity sparked his own care for it. he cared about people because of her. andrea gave benny a reason to see value in human life rather than view it as disposable or unfortunate casualties in battle.

and, judging by this exchange with his “god”—

vamp: i’ve been here so, so long, benny. seen all the outcomes, all the patterns, a trillion times. it all means so little. this universe is a pyramid of despair — nothing else. i am evil. i’ve had that much. you never had that, did you? everything had to be thought about. considered.

benny: you know what socrates said about a life unconsidered.

socrates said that a life unconsidered is not worth living. a life lived without forethought or principle is a life vulnerable to chance — so dependent on the choices of others that it is of little real value to the person living it. a life well lived is one which is chosen and directed by the one who lives it.

vamp: yes, but what we have in us? that’s not life. that’s what you still don’t get. that’s why it’s always been so hard for you. this is my story, you gnat. it ends the way i choose. not you.

—andrea also inspired benny to forge his own path. to defy god and to resist his nature. to go against destiny. the vampire’s last comments apply to dean’s own struggle with straying, but also castiel’s. his default settings made it hard for him, like when he became god in 7x01–

cas: i thought the answer was free will. i understand now you need a firm hand. you need a father. i am your father now.

—and believed free will perhaps wasn’t the right choice, feeling remorse for attempting it. but, before that, even fate said cas threw away the script. it wasn’t god’s story anymore, he was making it up as he went. cas struggled to cope with his choices and free will afterwards, but he eventually made up with dean and was willing to follow his lead towards freedom again.

this is where the dean / cas and andrea / benny parallels begin to falter—

benny: what i loved, it ain’t here anymore. it was snuffed out long ago by monsters like me.

—because andrea’s humanity motivated benny, but she no longer had it and wanted benny to continue the life he ran from. however, unlike andrea, dean is still human. he still wants the freedom he encouraged cas to choose. they’re also not picking between two ways of life — hunting vs apple pie, the nest vs louisana. they’re choosing each other regardless of where they end up, essentially forging their own path. benny won’t follow andrea because she’s chosen a life built for her, but cas will always follow dean because he knows dean will always choose the life he wants for himself. if not, cas will at least try to guide him back to that path.

so, after benny and andrea realize they can’t be together, she tries to kill him, but dean saves him just in time by killing her first. when the scene ends, benny brings up this question—

benny: why’d you [resurrect me], dean? you could have drained my soul and no one would have been the wiser.

—to which dean doesn’t respond. instead, we get a flashback to this moment—

—when cas is in danger and dean can’t get to him, so benny jumps in to save him. obviously, this moment implies that dean resurrected benny because benny saved cas, meaning cas’s life is as valuable to dean as his own. maybe even more so. however, what’s even more striking is that, though they’re not considered to be romantic, dean and cas’s bond paralleled a romantic couple’s and then outlived theirs, implying dean and cas’s bond is stronger.

just as benny, without a flinch, watched dean kill andrea in front of his eyes—

—benny saved castiel in front of dean’s. benny watched the love of his life turn on him and then get killed by dean, whereas dean found out the supposedly not love of his life spent a year protecting him and got saved by benny.

let’s take a second to let that settle in — they paralleled a “platonic” couple with a romantic one, then indicated that the “platonic” bond was stronger and more capable of overcoming adversity. you can’t make this stuff up, folks.

but it brings me to my final point — that andrea and benny are also another example of a human and an immortal being falling in love. they wanted to run off together, but it ended in tragedy, just like it did for the mortal woman and the immortal man. neither found happiness because of outside factors, so the immortal being was always making the sacrifice — the immortal man taking his life and benny letting andrea die when she turned. yet another parallel between them and dean / castiel. the difference being others lost each other through grief while cas, in his last moments, felt happiness.

#i've gone feral #also don’t be mistaken #cas shouldn’t have died #tms #dean winchester #andrea kormos #benny lafitte #castiel #destiel #supernatural #spn liveblog #8x05

[billierain]

A LIFE LIVED, DELIBERATELY Welcome, students of Evergreen, and thank you for this invitation. On the MOVE. Long live John Africa. I feel privileged to address your chosen theme, not because I'm some kind of avatar, but because a life lived deliberately has been the example of people I admire and respect, such as Malcolm X; Dr. Huey P. Newton, founder of the Black Panther Party; like Ramona Africa, who survived the hellish bombing by police of May 13, 1985; or the MOVE Nine, committed rebels now encaged for up to 100 years in Pennsylvania hellholes despite their innocence, solely for their adherence to the teachings of John Africa. These people, although of quite diverse beliefs, ideologies, and lifestyles, shared something in common: a commitment to revolution and a determination to live that commitment deliberately in the face of staggering state repression. No doubt some of you are disconcerted by my use of the term "revolution." It's telling that people who claim with pride to be proud Americans would disclaim the very process that made such a nationality possible, even if it was a bourgeois revolution. Why was it right for people to revolt against the British because of "taxation without representation," and somehow wrong for truly unrepresented Africans in America to revolt against America? For any oppressed people, revolution, according to the Declaration of Independence, is a right. Malcolm X, although now widely acclaimed as a Black nationalist martyr, was vilified at the time of his assassination by Time magazine as "an unashamed demagogue" who "was a disaster to the civil rights movement." The New York Times would describe him as a "twisted man" who used his brains and oratorical skills for "an evil purpose." Today, there are schools named for him, and recently a postage stamp was even issued in his honor. Dr. Huey P. Newton, PhD, founded the Black Panther Party in October of 1966 and created one of the most militant, principled organizations American Blacks had ever seen. J. Edgar Hoover of the FBI targeted the party, using every foul and underhanded method they could conceive of to neutralize the group, which they described as the "number one threat to national security." Sister Ramona Africa of the MOVE organization survived one of the most remarkable bombings in American history, one where Philadelphia police massacred eleven men, women, and children living in the MOVE house and destroyed some 61 homes in the vicinity. She did seven years in the state prison on riot charges, came out, and began doing all she could to spread the teachings of John Africa, the teachings of revolution, and to free her imprisoned brothers and sisters of MOVE from their repressive century in hellish prison cells. These people dared to dissent, dared to speak out, dared to reject the status quo by becoming rebels against it. They lived--and some of them continue to live--lives of deliberate will, of willed resistance to a system that is killing us. Remember them. Honor their highest moments. Learn from them. Are these not lives lived deliberately? This system's greatest fear has been that folks like you, young people, people who have begun to critically examine the world around them, some perhaps for the first time, people who have yet to have the spark of life snuffed out, will do just that: learn from those lives, be inspired, and then live lives of opposition to the deadening status quo. Let me give you an example. A young woman walks into a courtroom, one situated in the cradle of American democracy--that's Philadelphia--to do some research for a law class. This woman, who dreams of becoming a lawyer, sits down and watches the court proceedings and is stunned by what she sees. She sees defendants prevented from defending themselves, manhandled in court, and cops lying on the stand with abandon. She saw the judge as nothing more than an administrator of injustice and saw U.S. law as an illusion. Her mind reeled, as she said to herself, "They can't do that," as her eyes saw them doing whatever they wanted to. Well, that young woman is now known as Ramona Africa, who lived her life deliberately after attending several sessions of the MOVE trial in Philadelphia. After that farce she knew she could never be a part of the legal system that allowed it, and she found more truth in the teachings of John Africa than she ever could in the law books which promised a kind of justice that was foreign to the courtrooms she had seen. The contrast between America's lofty promises and the truth of its legal repression inspired her to be a revolutionary, one that America has tried to bomb into oblivion. What is the difference between Ramona Africa and you? Absolutely nothing, except she made that choice. Similarly, Huey Newton studied U.S. law with close attention when he was a student at Merritt Junior College in west Oakland, California. His studies convinced him that the laws must be changed, and the famous Black Panther Party ten-point program and platform proves, then and now, that serious problems still face the nation's Black communities, such as all the predominantly white juries still sending Blacks to prison, and cops still treating Black life as a cheap commodity. Witness the recent Bronx execution of Ghanaian immigrant Amadou Diallo, where cops fired 41 shots at an unarmed man in the doorway of his own apartment building. Huey, at least in his earlier years, lived his life deliberately and set the mark as a revolutionary. What was the difference between Huey Newton and you? Absolutely nothing, except he made the choice. Each of the MOVE Nine--including the late Merle Africa, who died under somewhat questionable circumstances after nineteen years into an unjust prison sentence--members of the MOVE organization whose trial initially attracted the attention of a young law student named Ramona decades ago, was a person who came to question their lives as lived in the system. Some were U.S. Marines, some were petty criminals, some were carpenters, but all came to the point of questioning the status quo, deeply, honestly, and completely--irrevocably. One by one, they turned their back on a system that they knew couldn't care less if they lived or died and joined a revolution after being exposed to the stirring teachings of John Africa. They individually chose to live life deliberately and joined MOVE. And although they are individuals--Delbert Africa, Janet Africa, Phil Africa, Janine Africa, Chuckie Africa, Mike Africa, Debbie Africa, and Eddie Africa--they are also united as MOVE members, united in heart and soul. What's the difference between the MOVE Nine and you? Absolutely nothing, except they made the choice. Now, unless I miss my guess, Evergreen is not a predominantly Black institution, and my choices heretofore given may seem somewhat strange to too many of you, for far too many of you may identify yourselves by the fictional label of "white." In truth, as I'm sure many of you know, race is a social construct. That said, it is still a social reality formed by our histories and our cultures. For those of you still bound by such realities however, I have some names for you like John Brown, like Dr. Alan Berkman, Susan Rosenberg, Sue Africa, Marilyn Buck, for examples. Each of these people are or were known in America as white. They are all people I know of, who I admire, love, and respect. They all are or were revolutionaries. John Brown's courageous band's attack on Harper's Ferry was one deeply religious man's strike against the hated slavery system and was indeed considered one of the opening salvos of the U.S. Civil War. Dr. Alan Berkman, Susan Rosenberg, and Marilyn Buck were all anti-imperialists who fought to free Black revolutionary Assata Shakur from an unjust and cruel bondage. They are the spiritual grandsons and granddaughters of John Brown. Dr. Alan Berkman, Marilyn Buck, and Susan Rosenberg were treated like virtual traitors to white supremacy and thrown into American dungeons. Buck and Rosenberg remain so imprisoned today. They lived lives deliberately and chose liberation as their goals, understanding that our freedom is interconnected. They chose the hard road of revolution, yet they chose. And but for that choice they are just like each of you seated here tonight, people who saw the evils of the system and resolved to fight it. Period. Now, the name Sue Africa may not be known to you. She's what you may call white. Yet when she joined the MOVE organization, the system attacked her bitterly for what was seen as a betrayal of her white-skinned privilege. On May 13, 1985 she lost her only son because the Philadelphia police bombed the house she was living in. She served over a decade in prison where the guards vilely taunted her in the hours and days after the bombing. When she came out, she went right to work to rebuild the MOVE organization in Philadelphia. She lives her life deliberately by promoting John Africa's revolution each and every day. Except for that choice, she's just like you. Now, some of you are sure to be wondering, "Well, if this guy's gig is with revolutionaries, why is he saying this to us?" The answer of course is "Why not?" OK, I know you ain't supposed to answer a question with a question, but do I expect you guys and gals who've just received your degrees to chuck it all for so nebulous a concept as revolution? Nope. I ain't that dumb. The great historians Will and Ariel Durant teach us that history in the large is the conflict of minorities. The majority applauds the victor and supplies the human material of social experiment. Now, I take that to mean that social movements are begun by relatively small numbers of people who, as catalysts, inspire, provoke, and move larger numbers to see and share their vision. Social movements can then become social forces that expand our perspectives, open up new social possibilities, and create the consciousness for change. To begin this process, we must first sense that (1) the status quo is wrong, and (2) the existing order is not amenable to real, meaningful, and substantive transformation. Out of the many here assembled, it is the heart of he or she that I seek who looks at a life of vapid materialism, of capitalist excess, and finds it simply intolerable. It may be 100 of you, or 50, or even ten, or even one of you who makes that choice. I'm here to honor and applaud that choice and to warn you that, though the suffering may indeed be great, it is nothing to the joy of doing the right thing. Malcolm, Dr. Huey P. Newton, Ramona Africa, the MOVE Nine, Dr. Alan Berkman, Susan Rosenberg, John Brown, Susan Africa, Marilyn Buck, Geronimo ji Jaga, Leonard Peltier, Angela Davis, and others, all of them people just like you, felt compelled to change the conditions they found intolerable. I urge you to join that noble tradition. I thank you all, and wish you well. On the MOVE. Long live John Africa. From Death Row, this is Mumia Abu-Jamal. The Evergreen State College, 1999 https://youtu.be/RK7AoOcI-sM

#free mumia #mumia abu jamal #evergreen #the evergreen state college