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captain-barnes-writes · 3 years

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Someone Like You [3/6]

Summary: In which Sebastian tries to win you back a year and a half after your relationship’s rupture, but only because there’s a new man in your life. [Part 3]

(Mini-series)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Latina

Warning: Angst (lotssss), language, 18+, future chapters will include smut (just warning y'all!) ; not proofread

Word count: 1.5k

Three months had glided by after that late night and Sebastian would be a liar if he said it hadn’t been a hassle to complete a simple task without a single thought of you. You were a brazen and permanent mark that he couldn’t erase no matter how hard he tried to rub you off.

A month after the one music video had been released, another one came. With the same Hispanic Bachata artist, this time for a different song. You were speaking Spanish in the beginning of the video, taking him back to the times you used to cuss him out in Spanish out of anguish and anger he’d make you feel. But also at the sweet words you’d utter in the language that was so foreign to him. It was for those first few seconds of the video that he was able to form a small smile as your sweet voice floated through his ears. He was smiling at the little rasp that your voice had and the slight squint of your eyes as you threw your head back in laughter, dark curls and dark eyes.

That little smile was quickly wiped off when the frame tuned to that of the singer who still couldn’t keep his hands off you and it made his blood boil over in rage. The dimples indented on the fuck-face were on full display as the full smile he wore didn’t vanish throughout the entire video. He couldn’t blame the man for beaming as if he’d won the lottery because quite frankly being in your presence felt quite like it.

It was another plotless video and made no sense, he deemed that the singer used this opportunity to get as close to you as possible yet again. You wore yet another dress, a tiny yellow sundress and your feet bare on the hot sand. The tropical theme had you on the beach, under a cabana and even on the sea shore.

You were dancing so eloquently and freely, hands so conscious of every movement your hip would make that they would move with ease. Two steps to the left and a slight jut of your hip and you’d do the same for the right. Dark curls bouncing with every movement you’d make. The man had wrapped his arms around your waist and proceeded to dance with you while singing the lyrics so precisely. He was going crazy at the thought of what could happen after the cameras had shut off, of what was happening in real life. He wondered, in a crazed manner, if you were showing him the same type of attention as in the videos.

Was he touching you?

Was he kissing you?

Were you letting him?

His girlfriend shifted on her side of the bed, squirming and sprawled her hand on his bare chest. His eyes shifted towards her sleeping figure, her body positioned on her stomach and head lazily on the soft pillows, and her breathing was so calm. He’d been in a haze and had almost forgotten where he was. It was a weekday in New York and since their fast-paced romance had been caught on camera there was no need to tip toe around the city anymore so they were at his own place. There was no longer a need to only spend time at her place.

She was kind and funny, brought him a sense of comfort. But it didn’t compare to what you’d given him. It was just that she had the label of girlfriend and you hadn’t. The thought tugged at his heart.

It was probably something truly sick and twisted as the sleeping and unknowing woman beside him breathed so softly in her sleep as he laid wide awake on his side with his phone grasped at his hand; the dim screen showing his searches filled with your name. His video search engine filled with your name too. He watched with his ear buds embedded in his ear, listening to your soft and nervous voice during interviews. The dark curls, your glowing skin and those gleaming brown eyes that were yet again driving him to the brink. His current situation was driving him towards a road of destruction if he kept this up.

God, what the hell was wrong with him. You consumed his every thought. Swirling and parading through his head like floating clouds of ethereal goodness. The last few months had been slightly arduous for him because in many ways he’d felt every single thing you had felt while you’d been with him. Angst, jealousy and an overwhelming tight feeling in his chest. He understood now.

He thought back to all the rumors, images and videos of you and that artist that had surfaced for the last few months. It wasn’t only an innocent, paid-job of being part of his two music videos but it seemed to have transpired into something more. The pictures of your dinner dates spread like wildfire through the media, people were shipping you and the fuckface already for god's sake. You were smiling so genuinely, straying behind the unbelievably successful man who donned an equally large smile. His hand was outstretched behind him, reaching for yours as the flashing cameras illuminated the both of you.

Huffing under his breath, he pressed the off button on his phone, removed the earbuds and placed both on the nightstand. He was tired and didn’t want to think anymore.

And as for you, you laid awake in bed as well in your New York home. The man beside you had barely gotten off you a few minutes ago and had already fallen asleep. His soft snores were invading the solemn quiet space of your bedroom.

Romeo Santos. He was handsome and romantic, sweeping you completely off your feet. And his voice? Talented and beautiful beyond belief. You’d started listening to his music in your teen years, and even though he was a lot older now, he still looked just as good as he had all those years ago. He was a good ten years older than you, a hefty number, but you liked it. Experienced, mature and with their shit together; at least that’s what you expected out of men who were nearly pushing the threshold of 40.

You couldn’t believe your luck at having gotten the call to be part of his music video during your vacation in the Dominican republic. You had said yes within a few seconds. Your instagram pictures showing off your well-deserved girls trip in the Caribbean region had probably gotten back to the Domincan artist, whom you’d noticed had already been following you.

The music video was out of your comfort zone, per say, as it included scenes that were rather risque for you. The lingerie and the steamy scenes on the crimson red bed had been rather intimidating upon reading the short script, but he’d made you feel comfortable.

And even while thinking back to those few months when you had met the handsome man beside you, your thoughts drifted back to another man who was two years shy of pushing 40.

Sebastian.

You wondered if he had seen your recent movie that had truly been the inception of your career, after only getting small roles, and if he saw recent announcements of roles you’d gotten for future films. It might’ve been vain, but you wanted him to see you. To appreciate you for once because it still hurt you so deeply that you had felt inadequate with him. You’d been at his beck and call for so long that you had finally mustered up whatever leftover pride you had and left his life. The situation had left you fragile, but you’d regained pieces of yourself and built your strength upon self love and your promise to never let another man use you.

Sebastian hadn’t been a bad person to you, he just had issues he needed to solve on his own. His commitment issues weren’t for you to fix. You got to know him as a lover and maybe as a friend too. But the moments you remembered most were those shared in your old apartment, on your bed. He’d been an incredible lover who wasn’t by any means selfish during your many nights together. You were lucky if you got a few hours of sleep with him around. He was insatiable. He always wanted you, was always kissing you and wanting some form of contact with you. You’d joked with him that he was like glue.

“You’re like glue, Seb. Get off me.” You laughed at the muscular, bare-chested man who was toppled on you. His hands were on your bare waist as his blue eyes traced over your face.

“And what about it?” He responded, big hands squeezing the fleshy sides of your hips and managed to give a slap to your naked behind. You shrieked in response, mouth and eyes agape.

“By glue I mean you’re making me all sticky and you won’t stop touching me!”

“You know you like it. Stop complaining.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, not even bothered at your protest.

His lips took hold of the sensitive skin below your ear, tongue lapping over the area he knew drove you crazy. Your soft mewls were the driving force to all his touching. He loved the sound of your breathy moans, your long nails scratching his back and the angelic reaction that would overtake your features. Mouth slightly ajar, gleaming eyes meeting his in silent pleas and the widening of your legs granting him the access he so needed.

“You see...That’s exactly why I’m like glue.” And you had nodded in response.

You found yourself thinking of him. Again. It was unfair that after all the progress you’d made to forget the man who’d always take your breath away, he still managed to do so even in your mind.

And as you took the phone from your nightstand, you did the one thing you didn’t think you’d ever do.

You unblocked Sebastian’s instagram.

(To be continued)

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This chapter felt like a filler tbh. Next chapter will be the real deal ;))) Bringing my other favorite Avenger

And do y’all know Romeo Santos? He’s a legendddd!

Let me know what you think :)

#sebastian stan #Sebastian Stan fanfic #Sebastian stan fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #someone like you #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes #angst #jealousy #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic rec #sebastian stan drabble

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dear-indies · 3 years

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Hi there, can you please help me with some FC suggestions for alternatives to Jessica Alba, looking for that semi badass/boss woman aesthetic and can be any age or ethnicity. Thanks in advance!

Angela Bassett (1958) African-American.

Michelle Yeoh (1962) Malaysian [Chinese].

Roselyn Sánchez (1973) Puerto Rican.

Dominique Jackson (1975) Afro-Tobagonian - trans.

Sara Martins (1977) Cape Verdean.

Danai Gurira (1978) Zimbabwean.

Rutina Wesley (1978) African-American - not straight but otherwise her sexuality is unspecified and/or unlabelled.

Maggie Q (1979) Vietnamese / Irish, Polish, French.

Nur Fettahoğlu (1980) Turkish.

Lesley-Ann Brandt (1981) English, East Indian, German, Spanish, Dutch, Khoisan, Ashkenazi Jewish.

Yetide Badaki (1981) Nigerian - bisexual.

Jada Pinkett Smith (1981) African-American / African-/Creole-Barbadian, African-/Creole-Jamaican.

Nada Moussa (1982) Egyptian.

Dichen Lachman (1982) Nepalese Tibetan / German, English, some Scottish.

Lee Si-young (1982) Korean.

Nyla Rose (1982) Oneida / African-American - trans.

Angela Sarafyan (1983) Armenian.

Florence Faivre (1982) Thai / French.

Eleanor Matsuura (1983) Japanese / British.

Tessa Thompson (1983) Afro-Panamanian / Mexican, mix of English, German, Scottish, and Irish - has said that she is attracted to both men and women, but chooses not to label herself.

Mélanie Laurent (1983) Ashkenazi and Sephardi Jewish.

Li Jun Li (1983) Chinese.

Levy Tran (1983) Vietnamese.

Jessica Lucas (1985) Black Canadian / European.

Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other].

Jessica Matten (1985) Métis, Saulteaux-Cree, Chinese, British.

Jurnee Smollett (1986) African-American, possibly other / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Sonoya Mizuno (1986) Japanese / English, Argentinian.

Wunmi Mosaku (1986) Yoruba Nigerian.

Monica Raymund (1986) Afro-Domincan / English, Ashkenazi Jewish - bisexual.

Lashana Lynch (1987) Nigerian.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanian - aromatic.

Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Summer Bishil (1988) Indian / Mexican, German, English, distant Dutch.

Amiyah Scott (1988) African-American - trans.

Zoë Kravitz (1988) African-American, Afro-Bahamian, Ashkenazi Jewish.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian.

Shaunette Renée Wilson (1989) Afro-Guyanese.

JuJu Chan (1989) Hongkonger.

Anna Akana (1989) Japanese, Native Hawaiian, possibly English, Irish, German, French, and Chinese / Filipino, possibly Spanish - bisexual.

Q'orianka Kilcher (1990) Peruvian [Quechua, Huachipaeri] / Swiss-German, Swiss-French.

Demet Özdemir (1992) Turkish.

Çağla Demir (1992) Turkish.

Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - not straight but otherwise her sexuality is unspecified and/or unlabelled.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) Koran / African-American.

Here you go, all of these have resources at the time of posting too!

#fc help #rph #rpc

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scotianostra · 6 years

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Happy birthday ex world boxing champion Alex Arthur.

Alex was born in his grandparents' house in the Dumbiedykes district of Edinburgh, where he lived till he was three when the family moved to Drummond Street, I read an interview of his once where he talked about places around there, an area that I knew very well, Stewart's bar was a great wee place, and the legendary Woods Barbershop in the street.

Arthur had his first professional contest in November 2000 when he defeated fellow debutant Richmond Asante at the Wythenshawe forum in Manchester, after 12 straight victories earned him a crack at the vacant British Super Featherweight title when he challenged Dewsbury's Steven Conway at the Braehead Arena in Glasgow on 19 October 2002. The win established Arthur as a force on the domestic scene and he followed up the victory with two defences against Carl Greaves and fellow Scot Willie Limond. One more victory would have given him the Lonsdale belt for keeps and that was when the undefeated prospect with a record of 16–0 ran into Longford's Michael Gomez.

Michael Gomez fought Arthur for the British and WBA International super featherweight titles in front of a sold out Meadowbank Stadium, Edinburgh, Scotland in October 2003. This was the first professional boxing card in the city for almost 20 years.

A war of words was waged between the two fighters prior to the fight, Arthur had stirred up the animosity between the pair stating in an interview that Gomez "gets involved in wars with journeymen" and that "looking deep into Gomez's eyes at the press conference, I'm not sure even he believes he can win. He'll be so fired up I expect it'll take me eight or nine rounds but, if his resistance has gone as people are saying, it could be a lot sooner" and "I see about 20 ways to beat him. I'm just looking forward to shutting him up.

Gomez proved his critics wrong when on the night of the fight Gomez arrived in prime condition and with aggression, determination and desire.Eventually, Gomez won this bad tempered contested fight with an explosive knock out of Arthur in the fifth round. Arthur's performance in the early rounds and his resilience before the KO saw the bout hailed as one of the best fights in Britain for a decade. Boxing promoter Frank Warren called the fight "the greatest contest seen on these shores since Nigel Benn beat Gerald McClellan in 1995"

He made his comeback the next year on 27 March 2004 by stopping Michael Kizza in the first round for the IBF Inter-Continental super featherweight title going on to make two defences then beating Russian Boris Sinitsin for the European title,holding the British, Commonwealth and European title belts. Arthur then had an all Scottish fight when putting all three titles on the line against Coatbridge boxer Ricky Burns, winning a 12 round decision. His next two fights were defences of his European belt before a great win when he stopped Koba Gogoladze in the tenth round to win the interim WBO super-featherweight title recognised as one of the 4 main 'World' belts, eh made a defence in a close fight against Brit Steve Foster Jr, expecting to take on Dominican Joan Guzmán who held the full version of the title, he was elevated to the title when the Domincan moved up a weight vacating the title.

Arthur however surrendered the title in his very next fight, losing a unanimous points decision to England's Nicky Cook at the MEN Arena in Manchester on 9 September 2008. Arthur claimed that he had been "robbed" he also added "It was three English judges – in England. A fighter knows in his heart if he has won or lost a fight and I really thought I had won".

Since losing his titles Arthur won 5 out of the next 6 bouts, moving into promoting at the same time, he retired from boxing aged 35 on his birthday 5 years ago, after 14 months without a fight.

Turning 40 today, Arthur has his own promotions company, Amazing Alex Arthur Promotion as well as recently transforming a former office in Rose Street in Edinburgh’s city centre into a gym where he hopes to produce a new wave of boxing champions.

Arthur has something of a vested interest in making his academy a success. Two of his three sons, Alex and Machlan box themselves and so will be regulars in the gym. It is 10 year-old Machlan in particular who has shown real signs of following in his father’s footsteps with many outside observers tipping the lad to be a future world champion himself.

#Scotland #Boxing #sportsman #World champion #scottish

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ambition-of-a-vixen · 6 years

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Meet ELOA GISÉLE CÉLÉSIE COSTA FRANCOIS, a TWENTY NINE year old who resembles NATHALIE EMMANUEL. She hails from CASTRIES, ST. LUCIA but raised in SÁO PAULO, BRAZIL.She now resides in the BRAZILIAN PALACE.

Trigger Warning: Abuse

Eloa Giséle Célésie, though she is commonly known simply as Eloa was born to a Domincan mother who traveled throughout the Caribbean, hoping to simply just have a good time after recently graduating from University. What she got though was her heart stolen by a half St Lucian, half English poet, promising her the world in his creole language. She was entwined listing to him talk, only able to understand him somewhat thanks to her interacting with the Haitians on her island. She was enamored with how he was able to speak his creole and French sounding like a St. Lucian yet when he spoke English he sounded like an Englishman. It was a short time that their affair was, they had nine sweet months, as her mother had complication giving birth, her mother only had a couple of hours to hold her child. Knowing that his daughter was born out of wedlock and wanting to honor his love, he followed the Spanish custom giving her his name as well as her mothers.

Charged with taking care of his daughter with his love gone, the man used his charm to persuade a woman to act as Eloa or as those on the island like to call her, Léle, wet nurse. He began to work as a tour guide, needing to be able to take care of his daughter. He would do anything to make sure he was able to provide and give his daughter what he felt like she deserved and to him his little girl deserved the world. He was giving a tour when he found himself in the presence of a wealthy elderly woman who fancied him. Her father took the woman up on her offer, giving her a personal tour of the island before taking her back to her hotel, retiring to bed with her. In a weeks time she convinced him to return to Sáo Paulo with his daughter. She promised that she would take care of all of their expenses, including care for his daughter. What was supposed to be a three month holiday turned to her propositioning him into marriage, as someone who kept her company and his sweet poetry, she felt he gave her company better than anyone else in her life and his daughter was a sweet child. Eloa’s father was 20 years old while the woman was 60 years old. The elderly woman sought to make sure the girl knew she was loved but she didn’t call her Léle like her father and family in St Lucia did, she said the girl’s name was Brazilian and would call her by her Brazilian name. Eloa, per her father’s request learned, starting with Creole then Portuguese, French, Spanish then English.

No one ever said anything to the girl about her situation but her family back home surely was jealous, but no one could never say they never visited, going to St Lucia to see his family as often as they could. Her father would send her to her grandmother in the Dominican Republic during her school breaks, send her with money and letters explaining that if not for his wife, he would come. Only those letter and he knew that he wanted to marry Eloa’s mother, a woman who her daughter was gradually looking more and more like. Eloa could see her stepmother was jealous when her birth mother was brought up, she grew up to be quite, not saying much, especially about the woman that she long to know no about. With her father acting more like a caretaker most of the time, though she could control what came out of her mouth, her facial expression went unchecked. She took instructions well and spoke well, with her step mother imposing things like a debutant cotillion due to her parents’ culture. She was to participate in bal des debutantes in Paris at twenty, baile de debutantes in Brasilia at eighteen and fête des quinze ans/quinceañera in Castries and Santo Domingo at fifteen. She was always la belle du bal/belle de la pelota./belle de bola, gaining notoriety in society, she was able to network, going to university in public relations. Due to her step mother also being her beneficiary as well as how well she did with presenting herself in society, networking well, she was able to find work quickly after graduating from school. For four years she was employed in Santo Domingo trying to learn more about her mother and be closer to that family. Her employer though was cruel and sought to make her more than his employee, wanting her to also her his mistress. He was first kind, being sweet and kind and wanting to learn more about her, he waited till the Christmas party before making his intentions aware. He was attracted to her, telling her that she was going to be his. He began trying feel her up, touching her inappropriately, cornering her. He wanted her and he was able to manipulate her schedule, getting her to be alone with him was easy. The more she resisted the more he persisted, starting to harass her more. When she told him no firmly he objected to it, he began to use what she told him about her family against her. He made her feel alone and like they couldn’t help her. That her Dominican family weren’t strong enough to go against him and he was much more financially endowed than they, that her St Lucian family were even worst that the Dominicans and her parents had no power in the Dominican Republic, that it would be his word against hers and that he is a man while she is a woman, he was better that her. He told her she should feel lucky a man like him wanted her, that she was only worth being something on the side to a man that if she was more fair and not so dark then maybe he would consider taking her as his new wife. He pushed her and pushed her and when it seem like she was down and defeated, he told her that she shouldn’t make it seem like she doesn’t want him, that it hurt his feelings. He would hit her if she pulled away, never striking her where the bruise could easily be seen. He would increase her pay but tell her if she quit that he would trash her and make it impossible to receive any new job. She couldn’t keep on, not when she felt trapped the way she did.

She conceived a plan to wear a microphone and have cameras all over his office and anywhere would he try to touch her. She knew it would take little for him to start trying to touch her, all she had to do was wait. When he tried again, she objected, telling him that she quits and there was nothing he could say that would make her stay, he slapped her repeatedly till she hit the ground, falling beside her crying he told her that she was so beautiful and that he loved her, that she couldn’t leave him. He tried to tell her that she was beautiful in spite of her father diluted blood. She tried to get away but he grabbed her by her hair and tried to kiss her to make her stay. What she didn’t plan for was his wife to walk in seeing Eloa all battered and his husband trying to kiss all over her crying. What his wife saw was enough to liberate her, with her testimony as well the evidence that she provided from the four years of employment was enough to get him sent to jail and protect Eloa from his slander.

From there Eloa returned to her family, trying to recover, having a hard time being around men who weren’t her family. It took her two year to finally feel like she was up and ready to go back to work, this time staying in Brazil, she applied to be the new princess’ personal assistant. With her record out already in the media, her mistress insist on her taking martial arts. Quiet, she doesn’t talk much about her personal life.

#eloa #eloa costa #bio #personal assistant #servant #staff

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propheci23 · 4 years

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fughtopia · 7 years

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by John Steppling

“When the prison doors are opened, the real dragon will fly out.”

— Ho Chi Minh

“The anti-war left’s attachment to the anti-Assad narrative is based in a colonial mentality which presumes that Westerners have the right to determine the destinies of peoples residing in what was formerly known as the Third World. It is the same mentality that drives the criminalization of Black America, reducing mass incarceration and police murder to products of the innate criminality of Black people.”

— Danny Haiphong

This is the week that Arkansas began its planned execution of eight death row convicts in eleven days. The urgency for this accelerated schedule has to do with the shelf life of certain chemicals being used in lethal injection. Ironically the makers of these chemicals asked that the state of Arkansas department of corrections cease and desist using their product in ways these corporate manufacturers never intended.

Whether this is just optics I have no idea. But there is a palpable glee from the ghouls in the Arkansas correctional community at the opportunity to act as they have always wished they could. And to think the justification is the use-by date of a few gallons of tranquilizers. Trump supreme court appointee Neil Gorsuch immediately lifted stays that allowed the execution of the first man on this abbreviated death orgy. Lendell Lee was pronounced dead at 11:56 pm CT, April 20th, after turning down his last meal to take communion. He had spent over 20 years on the Arkansas death row. Among the other convicts scheduled for execution are a paranoid schizophrenic named Bruce Ward (also having spent twenty years on the Row) and Jason McGee, a brain damaged sufferer of bi-polar disorder who was sniffing gasoline at age three and an alcoholic at age six. A man whose childhood is so horrific that none of us can begin to imagine it. Another, also bi polar, Jack Jones, has severe hallucinations and has committed himself twice before his crimes took place. He was also the victim of repeated and violent sexual abuse as a young boy. Another, Kenneth Williams, has an IQ of 70. That means he can barely tie his shoes. Don Davis, another, was described by a doctor thus: “Don also endured a serious head injury, which, along with his ADHD and low IQ, likely lead to ‘double deficits’ in cognitive functioning.” Don’s IQ score was 69. Marcel Williams is another with a long history of sexual abuse (his mother pimped him out at the age of 12). He also suffers severe cognitive impairment. And then there is Stacy Johnson who is probably innocent. We know for certain he did not receive adequate representation as his trial.

One has to step back and look at the culture of the United States today. There are 2902 men and women on death row . There are over two million in custody. The U.S. actively participated in (and continues to do so) in the Saudi assault on Yemen. A military assault that destroyed this poorest country in the Arab world and left mass starvation and famine.

The U.S. is covertly (via, primarily, the CIA) funding various jihadists waging a war against the Syrian state and its people. At the same time the U.S. is pretending to fight the Islamic State, and has recently now sent more boots on the ground into Syria. President Assad does not want the U.S. there. The U.S. may have been complicit in some fashion with the alleged sarin gas attack (how many false flags does the U.S. have to carry out before the general public grasps that this is SOP for the agency).

The U.S. defense budget is over three billion dollars a day. The U.S. send aid to Israel (in the neighborhood os 38 billion, but it depends on how you count it, and in reality it’s actually even more than that figure), a state that is currently carrying out the incremental extermination of the Palestinian people. An openly apartheid state. A state run by fanatics and virulent racists.

The largest amount of military aid (weapons sales and training mostly) goes to Saudi Arabia and the UAE. But also to South Korea, to Australia, Turkey and Taiwan. And of course Israel. What do these countries have in common? Obedience to the U.S. is first. Second is their willingness to serve as sub contractors in the global war on the poor…er….terror. Right, the war on terror. Now in year 16. These countries are all very high on the list of human rights violators. Never mind. They are obedient.

Now, who is the United States targeting next for “humanitarian intervention”? The answer is Syria, North Korea and perhaps even Venezuela. And if the wet dreams of the Pentagon and the neo con policy wonks at the various NGOs in Washington come true, Iran. What do these countries have in common? They are disobedient. Have any of them attacked the U.S.? No. Of course not.

Margaret Kimberley, writing of Obama and Hillary Clinton’s assassination of Qadaffi…

“Their deliberate destruction of Libya was a war crime by all standards of international law. That country was just one victim of the American plan to eliminate secular governments in the Middle East. Under the guise of a phony “responsibility to protect” and with cover from organizations such as Human Rights Watch, American propaganda gave an atrocity the appearance of a humanitarian act. Now come reports from media and the International Organization for Migration that African migrants are being openly bought and sold in Libya. This practice would not be taking place if Muammar Gaddafi not been murdered by American backed jihadists in 2011.”

The U.S. list of supported fascist dictators is very long. A short list, though, past and present, includes Paul Kagame in Rwanda, Gurbanguly Berdimuhamedow in Turkmenistan, Rafael Trujillo in the Domincan Republic, Papa and Baby Doc in Haiti, Jorge Ubico in Guatamala (and Rioss Montt), Pinochet in Argentina and Mobutu in Zaire. I mean the list goes on and on and on. In El Salvador in the 80s, the CIA trained the death squads that savaged the country (google El Mozote). Or Indonesia…as Nicholas J.S. Davis wrote…

“In 1965, General Suharto seized effective power from President Sukarno on the pretext of combatting a failed coup and unleashed an orgy of mass murderthat killed at least half a million people. U.S. diplomats later admitted providing lists of 5,000 Communist Party members to be killed. Political officer Robert Martens said, “It really was a big help to the army. They probably killed a lot of people, and I probably have a lot of blood on my hands, but that’s not all bad. There’s a time when you have to strike hard at a decisive moment.”

You get the point. The U.S. currently helped put in power the Svoboda Party in Ukraine. The Svoboda Party are ardent admirers of Adolph Hitler. But such stuff should not stand in the way of Imperial ambitions, now should they?

“Svoboda’s cause was championed during the Maidan protests by Republican Sen. John McCain of Arizona, who egged on the crowds while standing under banners celebrating Stepan Bandera. McCain’s appearance was no accident. Since World War II, the Republican Party has been closely allied with pro-Nazi exile leaders from Eastern Europe. Many of them were recruited and paid by the CIA, and given secret legal exemptions to emigrate to the United States despite their history of war crimes.”

Jonathan Marshall

This was the brainchild of Hillary Clinton, then Sec of State and her undersecretary Victoria Nuland. It is worth noting again that America’s sympathy with Ukrainian fascism goes back to the end of WW2. Russ Bellant, in a book that is now forty years old, writes:

“During the rise of European fascism after World War I, some Ukrainian nationalist groups tied their hopes to fascism as an ideology, and then collaborated with Hitler and nazism in World War II. One Ukrainian nationalist group was the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists (OUN) which split into two organizations: a less militant wing, led by Andrew Melnyk and known as OUN-M, and the extremist group of Stepan Bandera, known as OUN-B.

The Nazis preferred the radical nationalist OUN-B. During the German military occupation, the Ukraine witnessed terrible atrocities against Jews and other groups targeted by Nazi policies. The OUN-B organized military units that participated in these atrocities.

With the collapse of the Third Reich, many Ukrainian collaborationists fled their homeland. After the war, the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists-Bandera (OUN-B), a clandestine group financed in part by German intelligence and led by Stetsko, accelerated its work in the West. A secretive group, OUN-B’s tracks are difficult to follow.

“You have to understand. We are an underground organization. We have spent years quietly penetrating positions of influence,” explained an OUN-B member who insisted on anonymity. The positions of influence under discussion were Reagan Administration appointments. All of the OUN-B’s key Administration contacts were through an organization called the Ukrainian Congress Committee of America (UCCA), headquartered in New York City. ( )

The White House had looked favorably on the Ukrainian Congress Committee of America, appointing its chairman, Lev Dobriansky, ambassador to the Bahamas in 1983. Dobriansky is a longtime ASC official.”

The U.S. employed Croatian fascists (also admirers of Hitler and legatees of Ante Pavelic) during the destruction of Yugoslavia. The tentacles of European fascism also seems to always intersect with the Catholic Church. From Franco to Cardinal Stepinac , to the various Royal houses of Europe, there are always connections with the Church. And the late Pope John Paul, himself an ardent anti communist and CIA asset, was embedded in these various lines of association.

But to stick with Ukraine for a moment,

“In 2004 it rebranded itself as Svoboda and dispensed with its SS imagery. Nonetheless, Svoboda’s new leader lauded the OUN and UPA for having resisted “Jews and other scum, who wanted to take away our Ukrainian state.” He was decorated by veterans of a Ukrainian Waffen-SS division and championed the cause of Ukrainian death camp guard Ivan Demjanjuk. His ideological adviser organized a think tank called the “Joseph Goebbels Political Research Center” in 2005.

Svoboda became the largest party in Lviv in 2010 and today enjoys strong influence at the national level. It has also extended its influence by allying itself with other far-right and fascist parties in Europe.”

— Jonathan Marshall.

Eric Draister wrote in 2014…

“In an attempt to pry Ukraine out of the Russian sphere of influence, the US-EU-NATO alliance has, not for the first time, allied itself with fascists. Of course, for decades, millions in Latin America were disappeared or murdered by fascist paramilitary forces armed and supported by the United States. The mujahideen of Afghanistan, which later transmogrified into Al Qaeda, also extreme ideological reactionaries, were created and financed by the United States for the purposes of destabilizing Russia. And of course, there is the painful reality of Libya and, most recently Syria, where the United States and its allies finance and support extremist jihadis against a government that has refused to align with the US and Israel.”

Remember, too, that John McCain and Nuland when they happily visited Ukraine to share photo-ops with the Svoboda leadership were well aware of the Nazi symbols everywhere.

Conn Hallinan ..also in 2014…wrote:

“Three months after the April ceremony, Ukrainians re-enacted the battle of Brody between the Galicia Division and Soviet troops, where the German XIII Army Corps was trying to hold off the Russians commanded by Marshall Ivan Konev. In general, going up against Konev meant a quick trip to Valhalla. In six days of fighting the Galicians lost two-thirds of their division and XIII Corps was sent reeling back to Poland. The Galicia Division survivors were shipped off to fight anti-Nazi partisans in Yugoslavia. In 1945 remnants of the unit surrendered to the Americans in Italy, and in 1947 many of them were allowed to emigrate to Britain and Canada.”

It’s all linked.

Central American and South American death squads all had (and have) links (every single one of them) to U.S. intelligence, the U.S. military, and the American Security Council. The majority were trained by the United States, in fact.

Back in the 70s in Uruguay, there were torture sessions conducted against homeless men by government and police in order to teach how to apply electro shock properly. All this under the supervision of U.S.Agency for Development — not even the CIA or military.

Alex Henderson writes of Paraguay…

“Gen. Alfredo Stroessner, who was in power from 1954-1989, was a strident anti-communist—and that was enough for the U.S., which pumped millions of dollars into his regime in the 1950s and 1960s and had a close relationship with the Paraguayan military for many years. Torture, kidnappings and other human rights abuses were common under the Stroessner regime, which authorized Pastor Milciades Coronel (who oversaw Stroessner’s secret police) to commit numerous atrocities. In 1975, Stroessner even listened on the phone while Miguel Soler, head of the Paraguayan Communist Party, was being dismembered with a chainsaw by Coronel’s policía secreta.

More recently, in 2016, our aid to the Philippines coincided with a brutal escalation of death squad violence orchestrated by President B.S. Aquino (a favorite of the U.S.).

The point is that there are clear positions that almost anybody (outside of the John McCains and Hillary Clintons and Donald Trumps of the world) should support. An end to war is first. And from that one arrives at the reality that far far far and away the leading purveyor of violence in the world is the United States. Almost no conflict in the world is not mediated by U.S. power, weapons, and money. Ergo, the basic default position has to be an end to U.S. state violence, both at home on death row in Arkansas (or anywhere) and globally against all other nations. I don’t care if people don’t like Venezuelian Bolivarism, or don’t like the DPRK, or Syria and Assad. It actually doesn’t matter. The fact is that the people of these nations support their government. They are not children. They can solve their issues if they have them. Remember, too, that the CIA has fomented more conflict and instability than any intelligence organization in history. To not support Assad against the Imperial war machine that is the U.S. is simply irrational to me. And to conflate or equate Russian involvement with U.S. involvement is politically immature at best. It is mendacious and venal and destructive at worst. When Danny Haiphong calls out Jacobin as the new faux left, he is pointing to this new crypto Imperialism. The same people who applauded the U.S. bombing of Belgrade are applauding the idea of removing Assad. The same propaganda is being employed. If one cannot remember back a decade, let alone forty years of U.S. destruction and war and assassination, then you are purposefully forgetting. Remember Vietnam? Cambodia? The wholesale destruction of Iraq? But Hollywood awards an Oscar to the obviously fraudulent White Helmets. Why? Because that narrative positions the white Western bourgeoisie as paternalistic world saviour. White people as the ultimate decision makers. For white America you are only supported if you give the appearance of abjection.In other words, *we* will help, but only if you recognise and acknowledge the need for our support. Acknowledge your debt. The western bourgeoisie do nothing for free. And moral debt is the best kind for others to owe you. This is the algebra of Imperial power. Resources, and western capital matter, too, of course. But the deeper implications, the *narrative*, is one of white superiority.

Assad asked the Russians for fuck sake. How bad does that make HIM? I mean I ask you. He accused NATO and the US of supporting jihadis and ISIS. No wonder Israel wants him gone, too. It is colonial and it mirrors globally a kind of plantation system. The Arab and Asian world are seen as colonial subjects. The West won’t forgive Mao for turning the perception of the Chinese into something that did not fit with Charlie Chan. Chavez upset the stereotype of banana republic *caudillo*. Dignity is not allowed the non white world.

The question is really how has it happened that the very worst most sadistic and venal people come to control so much of American power. How is it that people like Mitch McConnell or Asa Hutchinson or Jeff Sessions or Jared Kushner or Victoria Nuland or Samantha Power, or McCain or Lindsay Graham are in positions that wield actual power? The fact is that most Americans live in near desperation.

“…the 20 percent of Americans who enjoy college educations, have good jobs, and sleep soundly knowing that they have not only enough money to meet life’s challenges, but also social networks to bolster their success. ( ) The FTE citizens (that 20%) rarely visit the country where the other 80 percent of Americans live: the low-wage sector. Here, the world of possibility is shrinking, often dramatically. People are burdened with debt and anxious about their insecure jobs if they have a job at all. Many of them are getting sicker and dying younger than they used to. They get around by crumbling public transport and cars they have trouble paying for.”

Lynne Parramore

The above quote is from a piece reviewing a new book by economist Peter Temin. The slug line for the article is that for most America is now a third world country. And economically this is true. But its worse, actually. Culturally it is worse. When I’ve spent time in central America or India or North Africa or Mexico, I find a kind of creative spirit and community even amid the poverty. In the U.S. I don’t find that so often. I find the denuded landscape of American suburbia the most depressing on the planet. These are hostile areas of atomized and isolated individuals, with families that seem to hate each other and children already on the way to one or another personality disorder. It is a selfish and hyper competitive place with a populace frighteningly unhealthy and addicted to anti depressants. And yet this competition is for almost nothing. The real affluence is locked up and kept at a safe distance from the working class. And it is a racist culture. A profoundly racist culture. And I don’t find that in the same degree other places (with the exception of perhaps Poland).

While Arkansas prepared its death chamber for overtime usage, in the South Pacific there was a gathering of the rich and famous rich, including former president Barak Obama. The three thousand dollar a night resort was also hosting Oprah and Bruce Springsteen, Speilberg and Hanks. And most were staying on jillionaire David Geffan’s 135 meter yacht. I mention this because the distance between the life (and death) of Ledell Lee and that of the former President is almost unimaginable. And as I sit back and look at my native country I think, what kind of nation has leaders who frolic in Tahiti while seventeen executions are being carried out in something like a week? Carried out according to judgements made by one of the most racist and irrational penal and criminal justice systems in the world (one in 24 now on death row is innocent). Not a thought for the broken lives of the men sentenced to die an agonizing prolonged death that masquerades as rational. Veterinary pharmaceuticals are often used in a junk science death factory that feigns rationality. Not a word from the political class. Not a peep. These condemned men, all of them, suffered such appalling and bestial lives as children, subjected to such abuse, that most Americans would simply rather not know. There are good guys and bad guys. That’s what they say on TV cop shows.

When a populace can so wilfully ignore historical record, so impassively accept the naked propaganda of their own government, then one does wonder how long such a people can survive. Nothing was learned from the Korean war, nothing from Vietnam or Nicaragua, or Panama. Nor from Iraq and Afghanistan. Nothing. I remember millions on the street to protest the invasion of Iraq. Bush and his friends ignored this. But when Obama continued Bush policy the protests stopped. I’m not sure how deeply anti war those protests were, but certainly it is different today.

The so called ‘voice of the left’ is defending the removal of a secular Arab president, a man who won his last election with large majority mandate. A nation whose people have defended their country heroically. And yet the voice of the left know better. Let us help the poor Arab. Let us bomb sense into him. And I am sure there is a cell in the Hague awaiting Assad. Maybe he can have Milosevic’ old cell. Then he can sit for a decade as his health deteriorates (as happens with EVERY Hague prisoner) and fade from the collective American memory.

Just as the Arkansas death spree will fade from memory. The leaders of the U.S. express their contempt for the working class on a daily basis. Absolute contempt. They blithely steal and plunder what is left of the social welfare system. And few really complain. Certainly not enough. Why that low wage sector seem unable to identify their enemy — why they seem to worship wealth and not hate it, is a complex question for which I have no easy simple answer. Although what I most return to is the legacy of the Puritan founding of a slave owning society. America wants someone in the stocks. America is accustomed to having someone lower than them in the food chain. And this is why communism was so despised by the ruling class. Sure it was bad for business, but perhaps even worse, it granted dignity to the worker. It erased class. And that was too terrifying an idea for the captains of industry.

Obama stands as pivotal in poisoning the last remnants of real anti war resistance. He was a genius bit of casting. Genius. And now the only protests are about Trump’s taxes. Not about war, or the creation of famine, or about illegal assassination, or giant bombs dropped into populous areas as a sort of test drive for the new weaponry, or the enthusiastic support for Nazis. No, it’s about taxes. Because, you know, there might be a Russian connection, I guess. Whatever that even means. I have no idea. Except that again, America loves to hate its enemies. It’s easiest if they are Arab or African or Asian. A bit harder if they are blond. But Putin is Russian and Russia was communist. And communists are even worse than Arabs. This is a very sick and dangerous country. My country, though I no longer can live there. But I am a citizen. Sick and dangerous the way rabid dogs are sick. The way jackels are dangerous. But it has always been so. From day one.

John Steppling is an original founding member of the Padua Hills Playwrights Festival, a two-time NEA recipient, Rockefeller Fellow in theatre, and PEN-West winner for playwriting. Plays produced in LA, NYC, SF, Louisville, and at universities across the US, as well in Warsaw, Lodz, Paris, London and Krakow. Taught screenwriting and curated the cinematheque for five years at the Polish National Film School in Lodz, Poland. A collection of plays, Sea of Cortez & Other Plays was published in 1999, and his book on aesthetics, Aesthetic Resistance and Dis-Interest was published this year by Mimesis International.

#donald trump #barack obama #hillary clinton #anti war #death penalty #brutes in suits #syria #russia #war propaganda #amerikkka #nation of lawless nazi psychopaths

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The Price of Sugar

The movie, “The Price of Sugar” is about the lives of the average Haitain sugar cane workers in the Dominican Republic. The workers are recruited by men who work for the sugar cane company from the Dominician Republic that go across the border to Haiti and they bring somewhat of 30,000 every harvest season. The workers desperately came to the Domnician Republic on false hopes to improve their lives and their families lives and being promised good paying jobs. The Haitians were so desperate that they even payed the Dominican men to bring them there just to cut cane. The Haitians are even stripped of their identities and are considered illegal everywhere in the Domincan Republic but on the plantation. This is an example of global inequality because the fact that Haiti is among one of the most dysfunctional countries of the world, it makes them vulnerable to be taken advantage of because of their lack of education which then transpires into their class. You can identify that the ones who are in charge of the sugar cane companies are of a higher class which gives them the power to be able to manipulate other cultures

Something that stands out to me is that the race of the head of the sugar cane production is Dominican Republican and they are the wealthiest family in the Dominican republic which means that they have a lot of political power. The sugar cane company is policed and by the company and they exercise complete power and control over the workers. Not all of the Hatian were smuggled to the Domincan Republic but some of them voluntarily came as well because the president of Haiti fled from the country and people were being killed so they migrated for safety.

There is no limit to who can work on the plantation. Women and children have to work as well alongside men in strenuous conditions and have to come home to a cramped living space and water that is contaminated with toads. Almost all of the children have parasites and almost all of them are malnourished. What the parents make is not nearly enough to educate the children and feed them almost everyday so education is out of the question, which means that the cycle of poverty and slavery is rarely broken within families unless they run away. Running away is also nearly impossible because the company is policed by the workers and there are guards everywhere. The perimeters are also guarded with barbed wire to insure that no one can get away. The chances of these families moving up in social class or growing their cultural capital is slim to none. There has to be a third party involved who is more powerful than the Vicini family to break this cycle and generate a change because these people’s basic human rights are violated and there should never be a reason why an entire family works all day and barely has food to eat.

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Hypervisibility

10.23.19

One of the most interesting aspects about this transition to a new home is becoming hypervisible.

I was once considered invisible, in many definitions of the word. In the United States, specifically in my hometown and university city, my appearance was predominantly normative. I had white skin and light brown/blonde hair. I dressed fairly “normal” apart from a strong affinity to entirely black outfits. Apart for having a larger body, many piercings, and glasses, I felt pretty typical. The way I have always carried myself, I wanted to shrink my body, to take up less space (both figuratively and literally). I felt better in the shadows of others than on stage. I always hated attention, and crowds. I struggle to meet new people because of my shyness. I accepted how I glided through high school and college with few people knowing my name. I was comfortable being forgotten. Fading into a background. Mostly it protective, my mentality was that if people didn’t know me or know of me, then they couldn’t dislike me. Therefore, as long as I remained in the background, I wouldn’t be rejected by people.

But this is a whole new world, and I am faced with the realization that I am not going to fit in. The Dominican Republic is a beautiful country. Santo Domingo is a wonderful city. But it is evident that I do know fit it. Strangely, the easiest part to handle is the catcalling. Men yelling at me in the streets “Hey Fattie” “Hey Blondie” “Hey Little Whitie” (all in spanish of course: “Gordita”, “Rubia”, and “Blanquita”). These name-calling corresponds their unwanted comments and advice “why don’t you smile more” “why so serious” “why are you all alone”. Because sure they draw attention to many of the characteristics I’ve become very conscious to, but at least I know that I’m not special to these men. Sure they don’t call out “blondie” that often, but they will call out to almost any woman who walks by. Sometimes it is even fun to make a game out of it, what are all the different names that I have been called, and each time someone yells out a unique one, I can’t help but to crack a smile thinking, “that’s a new one”.

Of course, what is hardest is going through typical routines and feeling stares of people. I am very conscious that I am perhaps the only white person on the crowded metro.

Dominicans vary in skin tone. Some are incredibly light in color. But there is no doubt that I am not Dominican. I don’t know what is the greatest give-away to my American-ness, or to my Non-Dominican-ness. And a lingering thought has been thrusted into my mind... should I change myself to fit in?

Kind local friends have given me advice, “Once you tan, you’ll fit in”, “You should dye your hair darker”. They mean well when they say “No, I think you are fine, you should just walk around with sunglasses to hide your light eyes”.

But trying to understand the implications these suggestions. Because on the surface, I think. Why would I make my experience harder for me, it’s just hair. But then I can’t let go of the body politics.

In the U.S., one of my main unwaivering ideologies is in support of bodily positivity and acceptance. In rejecting the body politics in society that idealize certain body types. In which body politics were founded on the discrimination and oppression of marginalized bodies. Body positivity is intended to acknowledge your own bodily privileges and celebrate all bodies that do and do not have those privileges. The space is designed to accept and celebrate the bodies that are not thin, white, cis, able-bodied. I acknowledged my bodily privileges at home; and wholeheartedly reject the hierarchy of bodies, the valuing of some bodies over other, and the perception that one has a right to judge another’s body.

Yet here, in this new country... my ideologies are destabilized.

One of the greatest privileges that I held in the U.S is my whiteness, and now I don’t feel comfort from it. I know that people look at me different here because of my whiteness, which is not a majority group. And I do not mean to antagonize the people of the Domincan Republic, nor am I arguing that whiteness is non-existent here. This is true for every country in the world; people are not homogeneous. And I acknowledged this truth in the U.S. for people of color. I understood many have feelings of hypervisibility among other experiences. But my perception is, as I walk down these streets, I suddenly feel visible and I never have before. I know the way I dress, the way I talk, the color of my eyes, the color of my hair, the color of my skin, the shape of my nose, the shape of my body, the texture of my hair, etc... are all signs of my difference. But those are also a lot of bodily attributes that define me, and that define how I enter a space.

Which brings me to my internal conflict. I would never tell a friend they need to change their body to accommodate a depiction of ��normal” (even though I would argue that “normal” does not actually exist and is just a social term used to oppress bodies through “othering”), I would never tell a friend to allow society to regulate their body in order to minimize visibility. However, I would also never tell a friend that they should reject “passing” to cope and minimize stigmatization. “Passing” is a controversial topic, especially in spaces that are currently experiencing reclaiming of identities. However, “passing” at its root is designed for self-preservation.

Now, I do not want to compare my experiences to others, and I acknowledge how my privileges have prevented me from fully being able to understand true oppression. Nor do I think I currently experience such oppression. I introduced this discussion in order to describe my feelings of visibility and I pose the question- should I change to fit in?

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