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angelnumber27 · 1 year
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The Tyre Nichols Memorial Fund
Tyre Nichols was loved by his community and was known to be gentle, kind, and joyful. He loved skating and was originally from the Bay Area in California. He was known as someone “you know when he comes through the door he wants to give you a hug” and that “he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“He had never been in trouble with the law, not even a parking ticket. He was an honest man, a wonderful son, and kind to everyone. He was quirky and true to himself, and his loss will be felt nationally.”
Btw, the link includes a photo of graphic injuries. View with discretion.
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fluffytimearts · 3 months
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Happy black history month ya'll!!!
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queerism1969 · 1 year
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troythecatfish · 5 months
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America would be NOTHING without black people.
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in-omnia-paratusss · 1 year
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hey you know what makes me afraid for the future? the fact that most people who become police officers from now on definitely saw all the bullshit that we tried to call out and put a stop to and they’ll still become a police officer. They’ll see the discrimination and the brutality and they’ll go ‘i’m fine with that’ and they’ll become a cop. There’s no way you go into this blind. We’re all on the internet and that’s made it impossible not to hear the rally cries. I want to believe many police officers who just wanted to serve the public and protect people. The job may be shit but I’d like to believe the people are good. Still, I can’t imagine anyone from this generation going into it for any of the right reasons. They heard us scream for justice and scream for our lives and they will be happy to ignore us.
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mimi-0007 · 8 months
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The 1985 MOVE bombing, locally known by its date, May 13, 1985, was the destruction of residential homes in the Cobbs Creek neighborhood of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States, by the Philadelphia Police Department during a standoff with MOVE, a black liberation organization. Philadelphia police dropped two explosive devices from a helicopter onto the roof of a house occupied by MOVE. The Philadelphia Fire Department allowed the resulting fire to burn out of control, destroying 61 previously evacuated neighboring homes over two city blocks and leaving 250 people homeless. Six adults and five children were killed in the attack, with one adult and one child surviving. A lawsuit in federal court found that the city used excessive force and violated constitutional protections against unreasonable search and seizure.
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the-devils-angel · 6 months
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I live in America. The grand ol' U S of A😒
It sucks. Right now, they're pushing a law 'Kids Online Safety Act' or KOSA. This will strip LGBTQ+ rights even further. I guarantee if this bill passes there will be such a devastating, heartbreaking spike in suicides (particularly teens)
From what I understand, this will remove Ao3, Wattpad, TikTok, and (most of all) Tumblr.
They say they want to help the kids, but this is a bill sponsored by homophobes and transphobes. All they want is their way.
When I had no one, nothing, I had Wattpad. I had a community with friends that encouraged me. When I was diagnosed with a blood disease, being treated for depression and bipolar with such horrible drugs, when I was still dealing with my abusive dad, when I couldn't sleep because of insomnia, I had my friends online. I had stories that allowed me to slip away into another universe and leave behind my pain.
They shouldn't take away our rights. I'm already so devastated at how abortion has been handled. How they still treat POC, how much land they've taken from Native Americans, Native Hawai'ians, and countless others.
It's truly disgusting and I can't believe they are so greedy that they will strip away the rights of anyone and everyone to contort people to their way of living, of thinking.
I'm tired. I'm so tired... I can't do it anymore. I've had everything taken from me and I can't allow this too. I feel so helpless and so exhausted. I'm Im just weary at this point.
Anyway... please, if you can, support the stop to this bill!!
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lilithism1848 · 5 months
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cyarskj1899 · 1 year
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Pepper sprayed.
Beaten.
Struck with a baton.
Kicked.
29-year-old father.
Called for his mother.
No one helped him.
No one cared.
For NOTHING.
Who are we?
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elekid · 7 months
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This Morning I left my motel room at 7:50 am and was privy to Spokane Valley Police Brutally Beating and Arresting a Brown Man for alleged "assault against an officer"... watch the video and tell me it doesnt ring george floyd bells. tell me they really needed 8 cars, and the fire department. share it. let it be known. get their names. Get their badges.
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This family is currently unhoused as they attempt to flee Ohio for their safety as LGBTQ+ people. Please help keep this person and their children safe.
Please give if you can and share!
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fluffytimearts · 1 year
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Happy Black History Month!! 🖤♥️💛💚
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queerism1969 · 8 months
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cosmics-void · 10 months
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There's some updated graphics on Jor'Dell Richardson, a 14 year old black child who was murdered by two Aurora police officers, Roch Gruszeczka and James Snapp on June 1st, 2023.
I deleted the post with the old graphics since there was some incorrect info about where on his body he was shot. He was shot in his upper abdomen not in his back.
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JUSTICE FOR JOR'DELL RICHARDSON!
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cyarsk52-20 · 1 year
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THIS IS THE FUCKING ENERGY!
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This Post is About BLM and Tyre Nichols so Buckle The Fuck Up
I am a black person. I come from a small, rural town with two stop lights run by a railroad tycoon and "footloose" university. (It's a Christian school and among their vast restrictions is a rule that you can't dance unless at a wedding- hence "footloose"). In my experience growing up, I was the only Black American I knew who wasn't adopted by a rich white family.
My father entered my life when I was thirteen. Before then I was being raised solely by my very gentrified Mexican mother. I knew that I was black but not because I recognised that identity. It was because that is how everyone labelled me. I was not Mexican, I was not white, I was black. Anytime I celebrated my heritage people would grow uncomfortable because why would a black kid speak Spanish? Why would they bring homemade tortillas to lunch? Why would they have a quiñceanera? You are black, act like it.
Since having my father in my life- having his influence, seeing our culture, not through the characterized lens in the media but his- I would say I feel black now. That identity now comes from me, not others. But unfortunately, that growth, that journey, is seen as irrelevant.
I first learned that I was black on the playground in the first grade. A little girl asked me why my hair looked "that way"? At the time I had an afro. I told her I didn't know, it wasn't something I had thought about. She continued to question my appearance: my nose, my lips, my skin. When I wore box braids, years later, for the first time I was chased around that same playground. The children pulled at them; they told me I looked like Medusa. They had created a game in which they would freeze anytime I looked at them. This applied at recess, in the gym, in art class, during lessons, at lunch, in the halls, etc.
That is a very minor form of racism spurred on more by ignorance than hatred, but I have suffered from hatred as well. What I mean to say is I am no stranger to racism. So when I say that as a citizen of the US, I am afraid, I don't say that lightly. I have been stopped randomly by police late at night. I have been unjustly blamed for an altercation just because I was there, so I must have "aggravated the situation."
But the fear I feel is not for me. At the end of the day, I am perceived as a weak woman and I am really good at "white-passing" with my language and mannerisms. However, my father isn't. And he shouldn't have to be. He dresses like a "stereotypical thug" with sagging pants, chains, and durags. He looks nice, I think he looks rather handsome, but I have watched WASP moms cross the street as we walk past them.
It doesn't matter that he is the sweetest man alive. It doesn't matter that he is so crazy in love with his wife and posts every craft she makes on Facebook to brag to all of his friends and family. It doesn't matter that he looks at me like I single-handedly hung every star in the sky. It doesn't matter that he asks for screenshots of my ios theme every week when I change it just so he can tell me it looks pretty. It doesn't matter that he still makes sure that he makes enough food for all of us and freezes my portion so I can have it when I visit. It doesn't matter that despite being a boomer he has a trans son and a queer, non-binary "daughter" that he loves and supports with everything in him. What matters is he's black, and he's dangerous.
Black men are killed every day in the US at the hands of cops. This upsets me of course, but it hurts me personally as well. How many others have nightmares where they get a call from their mother to tell them their father was killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? How many others see the headline "Cops killed another black man" and hold their breath as they scroll to see if it was their brother? How many others make sure to keep their hands in their jeans pockets and their hood off so they don't look as threatening. How many others were taught what to do when pulled over in a car before they learned how to turn the car on? How many others live in this reality?
I see the conversation around Tyre Nichols and it breaks my heart. He was nine years my senior with a wife and child. He was active in his community. He liked to skateboard. He was a lot like me. And he was brutally beaten and murdered. That's insane. That could have been me. That could have been my brother, or his. It could have been my father. And my heart breaks for his family. I respect them for the spotlight they are taking. The justice that they are demanding.
Recently one of his family members posted a video of him. They said that when the body cam footage was released that it was going to circulate. That his death was going to circulate. And they wanted to share a video of him living. And I think that's really beautiful. Often times we get swept up in our anger, our fear, and we forget momentarily that their life was not just this one instance. Tyre Nichols existed before this.
I will always be afraid of when I will have to do the same thing. When I will have to beg people to remember that my father, my brother, were so much more than just victims. My father is a chef, he is a kind neighbour, he is an amateur gardener. My brother is loved, doing well in his transition, a shoulder to cry on, and the life of the party. They are such beautiful and important people.
So, I beg you. Be angry. Protest. Riot. Make your voice heard. Help this family try and right a wrong that can never be brought to true justice. But don't forget who they're fighting for. Say his name. But also share his story. Not just the ending.
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