#fuck your confederate ancestors

[dontmean2bepoliticalbut]

#us politics #us history #american civil war #fuck the confederacy #fuck your confederate ancestors #racists #american slavery #traitors #treason #memes #shitpost #domestic terrorism #Happy Appomattox Day

[shadowcat222]

Well maybe seeing as I broke down into a sobbing fit my mom will stop talking me well into midnight

#meowow #vent #I'm still tired #but uhm. i warned you. that's my doom hour #i didn't cry over nothing #I'm sorry I just can't handle the genocide and fuzzy history of my ancestors when I'm trying to fucking sleep ah crying again #she was also encouraging me to burn confederate flags which I agree with but also... #this isn't your childhood... getting caught is so much easier now...

[vtuberconfessions]

As Uki Violeta “is racism against white people real racism” is the trending topic right now, I want to put in my two cents as a half-white person living in a predominantly non-white country.

White people receive tend to receive racism in the same way French people and English people are racist towards each other. It can be real! There can be real animosity! It can be genuinely isolating and uncomfortable to try and interact with someone who will automatically think of you as less worthy of respect and take you less seriously.

When you’re in an Asian or other non-majority white country, worse stuff can happen too. People won’t take you seriously as a candidate for job offers, possibly leaving you unemployed. When you try to date, people who thought liked you as a person may only be dating you as the “exotic option”. You’re isolated because nobody really wants to mark themselves as the first person to be a friend with the new white-adjacent guy in town.

(These all happen to black people too btw.)

That is all racism. To see the world and treat people different according to their race. Uki Violeta is in that sense racist. However, you may note, that none of the people who have ever made fun of me or excluded me in this country have ever, and this is key: been descended from someone who kept one of my ancestors in a concentration camp, or as a slave.

I am descended from Korea and Latvia. Korean women were historically kept as sex slaves by Imperial Japan during WWII. One of my great grandfathers was arrested and put in a Nazi concentration camp. Both sides experienced racially motivated, horrific war crimes. I feel very attached to both parts of my history, and if I ever saw a Neo-Nazi or Russian Imperialist say “oh, the Baltics aren’t real countries”, or a Japanese Imperialist said “those women probably liked it”, I would fucking throw hands so, so fast.

I have now listed three types of fairly serious racism, that many cultures, even white people, face:

A) Reminder of Atrocity that members of one ethnic group committed against another, with an implied threat to do it again. (Read: Anti-semitism, “Indigenous people are savage and should be Civilised”, “The confederates won/should have won the American civil war”)

B) Rejection from being part of the natural fabric of society. (Read: When you speak French in France and nobody is willing to speak to you in French and subtly belittle you for not sounding native. When people double take when you walk into a room because you don’t look like the average person. When none of your classmates are willing to take the first step to be friends with you and so you spend each lesson alone.)

C) Hostility between semi-equals. (Those annoying ass [neighboring country people], they eat [insulting food] and all talk like this [offensive accent].)

Uki Violeta is American. Unlike other places, say Ireland or Eastern Europe, White people in America have not been the victims of mass atrocities and the mass eradication of culture. Unlike China, Japan, or India, non-white people do not hold the keys to the gates of community and most social groups. The things Uki Violeta says, in the grand scheme of things, is most equivalent to those memes about how Italian people all talk like “a Mama Mia, a Pizza Pie ina my Stomacharoni!”

So yeah, Uki Violeta is racist. But because of just how much goddamn racism black people deal with in America, a lot of people seem to think that racism means “that thing when people are mean to Black People, and it’s really really bad and awful”. But like… it’s not just that. It’s just a way of being an asshole without thinking, of treating someone as a representation of the stereotypes about their race. And White Americans are pretty lucky to have their stereotypes be “kinda annoying” and “too friendly” and not “rapist”, “greedy rat”, “violent terrorist” or “inferior, disobedient slave”.

TL;DR: “Oh, what Uki Violeta is saying is racist, imagine if you replaced “White” with “Black”, then you’d see it!” I mean sure. But also, what if you replaced “White” with “The French”? It’d still be kinda racist but you can see how it’s also not that big of a deal right? Uki is an asshole and you can choose not to watch him, but if you’re not already watching him you don’t have to go on about it. Move to Japan or something and then you can complete about racist people you actually have to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

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#vtuber #vtubers #vtuber confessions #uki violeta #noctyx #nijisanji #nijisanji en #niji en #nijien #nijisanji english #anycolor #anycolor inc

[slutauthority]

NO one gives a fuck about your confederate ancestors I hope they all were fed to pigs

#fuckn …

[beardedmrbean]

Oh about the thing of a world where Jewish people aren’t told about what Hadrian did to Israel hence the modern Jewish diaspora

While they aren’t taught that in general schools, hmm feel like this is a sitcom joke

Jewish child: Mom why I have to deal with my annoying cousins again? What this holiday about

Mom: It’s about when people try to wipeout our tribes and we survived!

JC: Wait wasn’t that the last holiday we got together?

M: There a lot more ,but I can avoid next the family get together without your grandma guilt tripping me

Actually if I remember correctly the night in museum sequel had a pre Moses pharaoh couple in it and they mention they thought their Jewish slaves were fine.

But Ben Stiller (a Jewish man) character pointed out to them that it actually sucked for his ancestors and their former slaves made holidays reminding how bad it was.

And the hoteps-waaaaait

Oh…the Tutankhamen phenomenon, actually I saw a National Geographic magazine irrc at Walmart. And I sent it to my friend that the irony of how the Egyptian erased Tut names from records and pretend he never existed. But now millions of people had, have, and will say his name

But the Egypt phenomenon, I think people don’t really know Tut is an extremely recent find. Like only a century old. He was important to the Egyptology because he tomb wasn’t constantly looted and body barely meddled

But then we learned the truth about why he wasn’t touched. The cult of aten, the priests of Ra, why he was never brought up in previews pharaoh list. Only for most Egyptians having a vague idea that there was this heretical pharaoh prior to Rameses

But something got me wondering about people idea of Egypt…wait y’all think the Egyptians couldn’t get as corrupted as the Roman’s or Chinese? King tut is a prime example how corrupted they could be with how they exploited and treated him after death

Actually you can go to tut tomb in origins dlc and there some words on a tablet they translate to “May he be remembered!”….the tragedy it’s wasn’t his direct civilization that made sure he is remembered today. It was though who came after long after ancient Egypt died

Oh tangent, but I’m getting terrified with how so many people have a 10 year old comprehension on non white civilianizations

Also yes a lot of the slave trading African kingdoms are gone….buuuut everyone knows their descendants are running around.

Also for me, I like to sneak around without telling my identity. So I know how much horse shit most SJWs are. And while this harder, I can easily sneak into Internet forums or chat groups of native Africans and realize the tricks and exploitation. Of course not all, but I got a bitch snap of reality how they basically CRINGE when a black American comes their way

Tbf the black Americans they loathe are usually the same ones I loathe too

Also you mention the passive aggression, here the thing, if they try the con artists shit, I will hint at me going beyond the surfaced levels.

And if they don’t stop, I unleash my knowledge of the Dahomey on them.

Also which African countries asked for slave reparations?

Fuck them

No seriously fuck them on Satan cock

It was YOUR ancestors that sold my ancestors for guns. MCU Wakanda, pan Africa bs, Obama bombing the living fuck out of your ass. The Congo shit, ALL OF THIS STARTED FROM YOU!

I would rather marry a direct descendant of Robert Lee or President Davis at a confederate theme wedding than give one penny to these activists asking for refunds

Jewish child: Mom why I have to deal with my annoying cousins again? What this holiday about Mom: It’s about when people try to wipeout our tribes and we survived! JC: Wait wasn’t that the last holiday we got together? M: There a lot more ,but I can avoid next the family get together without your grandma guilt tripping me

Really one of the best ways for everyone to keep track, Jews and Gentiles alike.

Actually if I remember correctly the night in museum sequel had a pre Moses pharaoh couple in it and they mention they thought their Jewish slaves were fine. But Ben Stiller (a Jewish man) character pointed out to them that it actually sucked for his ancestors and their former slaves made holidays reminding how bad it was.

I don't remember if I've seen the 2nd one or not, Ben and Owen get together and fart out a movie whenever they feel like hanging out for a month or so same way Adam Sandler does it, which is fun since they get to give lots of people work the same too, it's a good formula.

Nice that he tossed that bit in with the Pharaoh

But then we learned the truth about why he wasn’t touched. The cult of aten, the priests of Ra, why he was never brought up in previews pharaoh list. Only for most Egyptians having a vague idea that there was this heretical pharaoh prior to Rameses

There's a lot of stuff going round from that time, Akhenaten and all that and people theorizing connections between the cult of Aten and the Israelite's, since monotheism and all.

Hyksos is the people of the 15th dynasty of Egypt, but they were northern Egypt at the Nile Delta, 16th and 17th dynasties were going at the same time.

Theory runs with Joseph having established the area after his whole thing, not sure if the timelines work too well or not haven't read a whole lot on it, yet.

Also yes a lot of the slave trading African kingdoms are gone….buuuut everyone knows their descendants are running around.

That made me look for something and find something else I'll need to read in a little bit.

Why slave descendants want the Benin Bronzes to stay in US

TL:DR; I'm guessing is.

Also which African countries asked for slave reparations? Fuck them

That was part of the question, looking at benin, states bordering benin might have a claim but they should make it against benin.

Also these areas

But might be more the Afro Iranians, Afro Palestenians, and any other of those groups that may exist in MENA as a result of being sold into slavery that will want to collect from those

It was YOUR ancestors that sold my ancestors for guns. MCU Wakanda, pan Africa bs, Obama bombing the living fuck out of your ass. The Congo shit, ALL OF THIS STARTED FROM YOU! I would rather marry a direct descendant of Robert Lee or President Davis at a confederate theme wedding than give one penny to these activists asking for refunds

Harsh, fair, and funny.

Congo will get theirs from Belgium, they kinda deserve it after what Leopold did, think they've gotten some already.

#zoomer huey anon

[cljordan-imperium]

Okay, listen y'all...today is NOT the day and I am NOT the one. I can go from your lovin auntie to callin on the ancestors to visit your ass and set you straight faster than you can make yourself a salt circle and get out the brick dust. I'm a Coonass and I don't play. Stay out of my inbox with y'all's negative energy about the South (I am not part of any Confederate bullshit so shove that shit up your ass), about what I write, about who I use as face claims, what fandoms I choose to follow or write in, shit...just shove your couyon opinions somewhere else cuz, honey, I will bless your heart and hex it to next Tuesday all in the same breath, we clear now? Now I know we have a Wolf Moon coming up in three days, so maybe some y'all are havin issues, but my crystals are charged, my oils are ready, my herbs are laid out, and my energy is good. I am not going to let y'all idiots who think you know me spoil that. So the block button is going to be my bitch for a while and you can fuck all the way off into some crawfish hole in the back bayou and pray that the rougarou don't find your ass.

#CJ is a wee pissed #Excuse me while I rant a bit

[ancestorsofjudah]

2 Kings 17: 9-13. "The Donuts."

The real nation of Israel has had it share of worries, but none of the sort named in the Torah or the Melachim; God did not "exile" the Jews because of idols, or penis envy worship of Asherah Poles. They are however, indicators of why societies fail to overcome their issues and achieve Shabbat and finally Mashiach, the highest level of human evolution.

Asherah Poles are a kind of fasces, a bundle of ax handles that resemble the bundling power of the law. Not just any kind of law, but those that heighten the value of human life and give it extraordinary purpose. I say it is the abiity to be the same, just differently.

From the head of the temple to the White House to the Crowns of Europe and Emirates of the Middle East, laws that prevent backsliding to the days when men were not learned, organized, or technologized are the essence of Israel. To federate around these laws and the men that enforce them is the greatest of wisdoms.

To confederate around a bundle of dicks that want to perpetuate ancient, unfounded, unsuccessful strategies and superstitions is the essence of Egypt, and we know how that turns out: the people always revolt, promise themselves a brighter future which never comes.

This next section in the Book of Kings explains why Israel, the exit strategy became a kind of a dirty word and what can be done to put it in its proper place:

Israel Exiled Because of Sin

9 The Israelites secretly did things against the Lord their God that were not right. From watchtower to fortified city they built themselves high places in all their towns. 

10 They set up sacred stones and Asherah poles on every high hill and under every spreading tree. 

11 At every high place they burned incense, as the nations whom the Lord had driven out before them had done. They did wicked things that aroused the Lord’s anger. 

12 They worshiped idols, though the Lord had said, “You shall not do this.”[b]

13 The Lord warned Israel and Judah through all his prophets and seers: “Turn from your evil ways. Observe my commands and decrees, in accordance with the entire Law that I commanded your ancestors to obey and that I delivered to you through my servants the prophets.”

Asherah Poles are supposed to be the causes of happiness:

Nouns אשר ('esher), אשר ('ashar) and אשר ('osher) mean happiness or blessedness. Nouns אשור (ashur) and אשר (ashur) mean a step, a walk or a going. The noun תאשור (te'ashur) refers to a kind of tree (a happy tree? a progressing tree?).

The relative particle אשר (asher) means who or which, and may or may not be related to the previous (but probably does).

Every term in Hebrew has an opposite degree of magnitude meaning an Asherah Pole can mean a society takes steps backwards towards greater levels of depravity and poverty rather than what is correct. Donald Trump and the Republicans have proven once again, humanity can be led the wrong direction for the wrong reasons. So much is going wrong and it is obvious something deep in heart of America is not working properly.

To fix it we must go back to the centers of society, the Church and the White House and they must lead the charge to a legal, principaled way of life. Racism, poverty and the minting of weapons are sins God has forbidden. How have they become so popular? Because America worships men and not God.

To claim one worships God and then sign his name next to one's sins as we have with the antics of the Republican Party is called creating a graven image. This is also forbidden. These things were forbidden to our ancestors they are forbidden to us.

What kind of people want to elect and then re-elect a man who cheats his way into power and is a proud sponsor of a gay pedophile porn ring that maintains its position and status in the US Congress and SCOTUS through extortion and then a Capitol Coup? That's really, truly fucked up.

Very little effort has been applied to its extinction and now really important matters are slipping through our fingers and lo and behold a Third World War started because Joe Biden doesn't want to treat anything important like its his business until it is too late.

If I were president, and I found out what Vladimir Putin, Mike Pence and Donald Trump were up to, I'd have said kill the bitch and been done with it. But we are not done with it, and won't be for a long time. We like the characters in this tale in the Melachim are living in exile from God's Graces and the beautiful things and experiences on this world because we are too wicked.

The Values in Gematria for the above verses are:

v. 9: Watchtowers are the emotions invoked by faith within one's heart. The outrage we feel over Ukraine and the little mixup in Gaza are watchtowers telling us something has to be done about the violations of sacred ground in our lives.

Fortified Cities are persons that do not believe in violations of said sacred ground and are able to respond to their consciences with ease. When these fail to recognize crisis and act with urgency, you get what we have on this planet now, global chaos.

The Value in Gematria is 10691, יוטא‎‎ , Utah, "and the plaster of the perverted."

Verb עות ('awat) means to bend, make curved or pervert or falsify. Noun עותה ('awwata) means subversion.

Tell me about it.

v. 10: Sacred Stones and Asherah Poles....the Value in Gematria is 5408, הד אֶפֶסח‎‎, the echo of Passover...every day we are supposed to root out the causes of future fruits of the actions that caused Slavery in Egypt. We are more than capable of living delusion free lives.

There is no such thing as praying one's mind into doing anything, one must learn, think, do, and comprehend. Enligthenment is the result of the application of scripture as the backbone of why one does things the right way, but it is not the right way by itself.

Almost as bad as the Asherah Pole that marches us backward is one that paralyzes us and keeps us from moving at all.

v. 11: They burned incense...the Value in Gematria is 8685, ח‎וחה‎, huha, "the brother." Brothers are a major theme in the Torah. We are our brother's keeper, we cannot avoid this, as the myth of Cain and Abel taught us. That being said, Cain was correct in killing Abel, whose name means vanity and Cain's "breath of life." So the understanding of the decision to keep or kill one's brother at the appropriate times is the key to life on earth.

v. 12: They worshipped idols...the Value in Gematria is 3891, ג‎חטא‎, "not ghat". An idol or idle anything will not press man further in his life. To worship an idol, a manmade thing or convention that causes life to slow down, stall, or stop altogether is forbidden.

The only manmade thing we can use to pay homage to God come from the field and the orchard. They include grain, the olive, the pomegranate, and the grape etc. These are manipulated by hand, a large number of hands in fact, in order to provide man with what he needs to be mankind but none of us can make these things on our own or restore them should we ever permit them to die out completely. These facts are sobering.

v. 13: The Lord warned Israel and Judah...the Value in Gematria is 13322, יג‎גבב, yabgab, "The power that is at your back."

yu= Placed after a word, our particle forms a possessive form: something held in one's hand or one's power, and as such it can usually be translated with 'of' or 'my'

bgab= at your back

We have laws that protect people from what happened in Gaza and is happening in Ukraine. They provide the basis for the sacrosanctuary of life on earth. There are no exceptions to any of them. You may not go to church or to the Party Headquarters and decide you no longer wish to abide by the law and get away with it. But people do.

As the Lord says, it is time to stop making the donots into donuts, it is time for the human race to abandon its evil ways and kill the men that force us to travel them.

[croneboulder]

re: recent post, and my journey to learn about my heritage, for witchy purposes and otherwise

so, in a lot of ways, I’m really, really privileged in how easy it is to track back my heritage. i can’t imagine the kind of like... cultural mourning of either kidnapping of, and/or violent erasure of, evidence of your ancestry or heritage. like, I’ve got no diasporic jewish heritage, or african heritage cut off by slavery, that I know of at least. so I’ll preface with that. the fact that I can even trace it is a privilege, and I feel like that needs saying, both more often in general, and by me specifically, before i whine about some other shit lol

details under a read more, discussing both sides of my family. its interesting (but heavy) stuff!! tw for discussion of colonization, slavery, civil war, and the KKK on one side, and discussion of famine and homophobia on the other side.

won’t lie, checking out my heritage on my dad’s side was so goddamn rife. a cousin of mine (an adopted one, funny enough) did a huge project when they were younger, tracing our family history back a good long ways. like, further than anyone else had bothered before. I think she even traced it back across the pond to a couple details about where we were from in Europe.

a huge part of my heritage is American, though, early english colonies and onward, basically staying in the same state. its really interesting, because I can look back at a lot of REALLY local stuff (local to the coastal area of my home state at least, before we nudged over to the center of the state) and know that it’s relevant. but y’all, it’s a fucking minefield looking back through your heritage in early colonized America when you’re from a southern state. Just staring at that family tree, scared to read some of the captions my cousin had added, just a mantra of ‘no slave owners please, no confederates please, please please please’ over and over lmao. Like, if I’d have found that, I’d have done the work to process and come to terms with that... y’know, like any white person should do, regardless of if their ancestors were directly guilty or not. I got lucky, in that respect, very much so. I’m sure there’s some horrific shit in early colonization, but that certainly wasn’t written down- a lot more on their involvement in the revolutionary war, since they were real close to some important battle sites and strategic bases, and unquestionably involved in SOME way. Skip ahead to slavery, they were too damn poor to own slaves, some of that side of the family working alongside slaves as indentured servants, even (there’s that privilege again, though, whaddya know!). Skip ahead to the civil war, they were in a very neutral state, as far as that far south is concerned- the last state to secede, I think, and thus the slimmest chance possible they were confederates (still possible, but statistically the lowest chance it COULD be). Skip ahead to more current politics, you’ve got local politicians, local business owners, local journalists (one of my great grandfathers being all three lol) campaigning against the presence of the KKK in their small towns. Like, right there, there’s a lot to actively be PROUD of, actually. In some ways, wrangling my dad’s current racism has been more of a fucking pain than looking back through my heritage.

It’s still loaded as hell- I’ve been contacted by the Daughters of the Confederacy multiple times, and I remember my mom said she threw those letters out, or even burned them when she was especially mad at the racism in the news, up until I was 18. the first letter of theirs she gave me, she gave me a choice to join them for a debutante ball, figuring I’m an adult who has to make that decision themselves. which i obviously turned down bc like. why the everloving fuck would I. but in general, lots less to work through than I thought.

meanwhile, my mom’s side..... kind of a blank slate, thanks to, fuckin drumroll, conservative and evangelical bullshit fucking christianity. its own form of cultural erasure, but so very self-inflicted, I fucking hate it, and just.... even MORE loaded, surprisingly, and that shit HURT to even try to wade through. plus, way more wishy-washy borders, which is natural, and a lot less of a problem, all told.

I’ll go back as far as I really have, because my mom is main source for that, and she never looked into it much. my grandmother, on her side obvs, was the first to be born in America- she had some stories of my great grandmother and grandfather, my most direct link to the actual Netherlands. Famine hit their area of.... southern Netherlands, I think?... and moving to the states was their best bet. It was actually a toss-up for them, whether they would’ve settled in Iowa or Alaska, which is pretty buckwild to think about, that heritage could’ve ended up SO different from my great-grandmother onward. However, I just don’t have much information on that. My grandmother lived a long time, but by the time I was old enough to give a shit about my heritage and even think to ask her questions, I kinda hated her, was definitely scared of her in a way I would probably deny at the time. I remember my mom telling me to flat out LIE to her about when we left to drive to see her, because she would give my mom shit for making someone pump gas or take care of us at a hotel on the sabbath. my mom had to break the news to her, on that same trip, that they had never ACTUALLY found weapons of mass destruction in Afghanistan, unlike what the single conservative radio station she ever listened to had claimed. and I could see, even if subconsciously at that age, how fraught their relationship was- my mom was the middle child of seven, of a single mother after her dad died when she was four, rough enough on its own i imagine. she was always the rebel, questioner of the status quo and her own pastor, the second to branch way from the conservative environment after her oldest brother. she grew up in a church that made those pregnant out of marriage announce it to the entire congregation, repent vocally but still never really live it down, ending with the most bitter and unsupportive laying-on-of-hands, which my mom said was her most horrifying memory of growing up there. meanwhile, my mom married a man who was pro-choice, which NONE of her siblings did, at least at the time. most of her siblings refused to talk to my dad for years, and several didn’t come to their wedding because of it either.

So, I heard everything third hand from my mother about that, when I finally bothered to ask about it, period, maybe six years ago (three years after my grandmother had died). and as I mentioned, my granddad died when my mom was so fucking young, so it’s not like SHE was able to ask him about anything about that side. All I know is that he was also Very Very Dutch/German in heritage, but his side had been in America for longer than my grandma’s side. Anyway, as rough as my relationship was with my grandma, my mother’s relationship to her was even more so, though she loved my grandma way more than I ever did. I don’t know how much she’d ever wanted to learn about her heritage, though, and I wonder if that was part of it.

There’s... so many blanks to start with, considering all that, and there is NO WAY I could’ve dug up any folklore, local or further back, because at some point, Christianity became the most vital part of my cultural identity on that side, and I tentatively remember it being my grandpa’s side that was the main culprit (not surprising, since his side’s been in midwest America for longer). so on that side, I’ve just had to skip past my most recent history, and there’s... a certain bitterness that I’m harboring about that. that I can’t explore it via my own family, and not because it was really decimated by an outside influence, at least in the same way as slavery or genocide would have done.

add to it, that I don’t even have the option now, to contact most of that side of my family- especially those with the most ties to Iowa and the rural farming heritage that traced back to the Netherlands. I came out as bisexual on facebook, and I burned all of the most significant bridges to that heritage. I didn’t mean to salt the earth, make it so it’s basically impossible to trace back that culture the way I want to, but hindsight is 20/20, and there’s no taking it back now. Plus, I don’t know how I would have felt about it anyway, even if I’d managed to gain some understanding from those people, with the inevitable stain of their hatred on what I could’ve learned.

all of that is to say.... its been Quite The Process, and thanks to the response to that recent ask, I’ve got some places to claim that heritage for myself, to get started. but it’s still gonna be rough.

#how do i even fucking tag? #long post #folk witchcraft #conservative christianity tw #ancestor worship

[thebibliosphere]

Listen, I know my adopted State has issues, but let me tell you, this article is the most Minnesotan thing I’ve read in a while. I think this is my favorite part:

And so began a long and beautiful Minnesotan tradition of making sure Virginia never gets its racist flag back.

Years later, when the U.S. Government was trying to figure out how many of these captured flags it actually had, that fateful Virginian flag turned up missing. Though pretty much everybody knew where it was: St. Paul, Minnesota. It was being used as a prop in a big, dramatic diorama of the Battle of Gettysburg, complete with Sherman and his Confederate prize. Admission to go gawk at it was 50 cents for adults and a quarter for kids.

Later still, it was given to the Minnesota Historical Society, which displayed it for a while, then put it away somewhere where no human being has to lay eyes on it. And for 100 years, Virginia has been asking for it back—even suing for it, as a bunch of Virginian re-enactors tried to do in 1998. Then Attorney General Hubert Humphrey III told them to go fly a kite.

In 2000, Virginia legislators got involved, asking Governor Jesse Ventura to return their captured icon.

“Why?” he asked. “We won.”

*snort*

#it fucking blows my mind when I see confederate flags up here #like what the fuck #your ancestors weren't even on that side #tf are you doing #why don't you just get a 'I'm a racist' bumper sticker and be done with it

[freelyhauntedduck]

For anyone who thinks that you should support/remember the Confederacy for a family member who fought in that war, fuck off. I have family from that side of history too but I am capable of acknowledging that they were racist fuckheads who supported the idea of slavery based on the cultural ideas of race. Stop defending racists because they were related too you.

When my Grandfather was being racist (drunk) none of my family members would defend him or let it slide, we’d tell him off. He might not have gotten the idea but he knew that he wouldn’t get support from us if he continued to be racist.

Stop defending racist people.

#if you're racist fuck off and get a life #better yet #learn about why you shouldn't be and get your head out of your arse #duck had to learn more about the confederacy today #and listen to one of her fellow white classmates defend his ancestor #stop respecting confederates #they lost #and stop respecting the goddamned Nazi's while you're at it #fuck racism

[morlock-holmes]

I was bored and watching first episodes of things on HBOMax and I tried Lovecraft Country and I got so annoyed I turned it off after 20 minutes because every bit of dialog coming out of these people in the early 50s sounded like an Onion AV Club article from the mid-2010s.

Like, there's this scene where the main character and this woman are walking down the road together, and she asks him what he's reading, and he explains that it's one of the John Carter of Mars books, and when he says John Carter was a soldier in the army of West Virginia, this conversation happens:

"Ah, so he fought for slavery."

"Well, he's an ex-soldier of West Virginia-"

"He fought for slavery, you don't get to put an 'ex' in front of that."

Okay, but why are they walking down the road? Well, when the segregated bus broke down, the driver found a white guy with a pickup truck but said white guy was too racist to give the black passengers a ride.

I went back to double-check and neither character has a single line of dialog about that.

It's like, lady, what "ex"? The people around you don't consider the slavery part of the civil war an embarrassment or, like, one small part of a complicated war, they aren't glossing it over or trying to forget it, they're fucking proud of the fact that their ancestors hated you.

Like, this character is so political that she cares whether there's a pretend confederate martian in a book that a lot of adults back then would have found embarrassing to read, but not political enough to tie it to the fucking racist guy who made you carry your suitcase five miles in a ditch on the roadside? This show takes place in the 50s, they're at most five years out from the Montgomery Bus Boycott, this was very much on people's minds.

Like, the characters in the show are surrounded by this really overt, hostile racism but they only comment on the parts that people argue about online in the 2010s while passing over much nastier, more immediately relevant things in utter silence.

I don't know, maybe this is an intentional thing, I've read that it gets meta eventually, but it really, really really annoyed me.

I haven't been as immediately annoyed by a TV show since trying to watch the first episode of Breaking Bad. Both shows hit one theme really really hard, but only in the most easily-digestible middlebrow way possible, and I just got this point of, "Yes I get it, Walt feels imasculated by society, Lovecraft wrote some really racist shit can we fucking move along here?"

[sapphic-snafu]

real things I’ve done at work

took a nap

got annihilated at ping pong

drank to forget

wrote out an insightful reply to a time-sensitive email and forgot to press send

oh god did i hit reply all

covered my friend's desk in post-it notes spelling out GET SHREKT SCRUB

straight up?? ate all the chocolate

three words: welch's fruit snacks

cried

sank into the abyss

raged, raged against the dying of the light

no karen i can't go to your cookout i'll be sick that day

lol sick of your shit

did i do something wrong??? i know i must have but what

died at least twice

stared into the wrath of hell

spun around in my spinny chair

accidentally wrote on the wall thinking it was whiteboard

asked my boss for advice about dungeons and dragons

this could've been an email karen

lost trivia

annihilated at ping pong

character development

argued with a confederate apologist over google chat

wondered where in the fuck's my coffee

did about .00002% of what i was supposed to do

#just #work things #y'know #adult stuff #shrek #abyss #wrath of hell #alcoholism #you get it #this idiot got mad that i made fun of robert e lee #like dude chill #i get it i had family fight in the confederacy too #but you don't see me getting all emotional about it #y'know why #cause they were fucking racist bastards #get over it #and don't insult abe lincoln in the same breath you cry about your confederate ancestors #thanks #anyway #work stuff #real things i've done #ping pong #welch's fruit snacks #karen #there's nobody in my office named karen #i made it up #i get along with everybody except the confederate apologist #there is no karen equivalent #but i've heard of karens #who names a baby karen that's what i'd like to know

[systlin]

I don't understand these fuckers that don't believe their ancestors were involved in or supported slavery and yet still celebrate ''Confederate Heritage'' like are you proud that your ancestors were manipulated into fighting and dying for an institution that they supposedly didn't even support for the benefit of the wealthy? Like what the fuck sorta cognitive dissonance do you need to be proud of that?

It’s called racism and a refusal to admit to it.

[jyndor]

You know, the conversation about sea shanties is just another chapter in what seems like the endless story of people of color, in particular black and indigenous people, telling us to learn the history of the things we like and white people hearing that it means we have to lock those things away forever and burn our books and stamp on our records. As if that isn’t what white people have done to black and indigenous stories, to black and indigenous cultures, to black and indigenous arts, wealth, etc for centuries. As if that is what the people of color who are educating us on the things we like are actually advocating for. News flash: part of the history of oppressors is fearing the tables turning, when that is never been the goal of civil rights and social justice movements. Ever.

So fun fact: I grew up loving good ol’ classic rock n’ roll. My first concert was the Allman Brothers Band, which is one of the most interesting rock bands of all time imo. I really love a good southern twangy jam, the way the guitars sing, the bluesy sunny vibe. Ramblin’ Man? Jessica? Simple Man? Carry On Wayward Son? Hotel California? Perfect fucking driving music if you ask me.

If you know anything about southern rock, you know the iconography - the Confederate Flag is everywhere, in the crowds, for many bands it’s in the album covers and the photoshoots, etc. You know what you get when you wade in the Southern rock water*.

The lyrics from Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama have been parsed and interpreted in all kinds of ways -

In Birmingham they love the governor (boo-boo-boo) Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you?

And yeah, you could read this as ironic or satirical. In fact, that’s what guitarist and co-writer Gary Rossington says according to NPR -

"A lot of people believed in segregation and all that. We didn't. We put the 'boo, boo, boo' there saying, 'We don't like Wallace,' " Rossington said. But he also added that there were "a lot of different interpretations. I'm sure if you asked the other guys who are not with us anymore and are up in rock and roll heaven, they have their story of how it came about."

And yeah, maybe they didn’t like George Wallace or Nixon. Sure. Whatever. I could buy it, actually. Because this song actually is indicative of how many privileged people feel when they perceive being called out, even if the criticism isn’t about them. Call it wjhat you want - white fragility, white liberal sensitivity, etc. This song was written in response to Neil Young’s Southern Man, which goes:

Southern man, better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast

Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks Southern man, when will you pay them back? I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? How?

Yeah, writer Ronnie Van Zant was so bothered by Neil Young talking about l*nchings, abject sl*very and reparations in Southern Man, a song that isn’t even about them or Alabama in particular, that he wrote Sweet Home Alabama.

Well I heard Mister Young sing about her Well I heard ol' Neil put her down Well I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama Lord I'm comin' home to you 

So ironically, even though Neil Young was just talking to racists in the US South, someone who ostensibly didn’t agree with segregation took that song as a personal attack because he liked “southern culture” and his home state of Alabama, despite its flaws.

But Young never says that the South is irredeemable. He just says white southerners need to come to terms with their history (and yes make reparations). In fact, according to NPR he has some issues with his lyrics. “I didn't like my words when I wrote them. They are accusatory and condescending.” I don’t agree. It needs to be said.

So Van Zant and the Skynyrd guys heard a criticism of white Southern racism and at BEST thought, “well that’s an unfair portrayal of me, a southern white man.” Van Zant can’t answer this question for himself since he died in a plane crash with two other band members and their manager in 1977.

In my opinion, knowing how white people can be when confronted with the reality of racism, this feels a lot like every other time a well-meaning white person (myself included) has said, “but not all white people.”

Not all Southern whites supported segregation at the time, but most did - and all white people benefit from the legacy of sl*very. I might not be a descendant of people who enslaved others, my ancestors might have come here as refugees, but after they fled Ireland for New York, they threw black people under the bus for whiteness.

Rock is a genre that owes everything to Black musicians - to blues and spirituals and gospel and yes, Black work songs. Black history is in the DNA of rock music. That I grew up thinking it was white music is mortifying to be honest.

But I don’t really like Sweet Home Alabama and I never have. It’s kind of just meh to me. Not a big loss.

And that takes me to the Allman Brothers Band. As far as I am aware, ABB (through many, many iterations - this is another band plagued by tragedy) has never been cool with racism. According to Vulture:

The Allmans respected not just black art but black players; as kids, Gregg and Duane got lessons from an older black guitarist their mother once refused to allow into her home, and later, they caught hell having Jaimoe and bassist Lamar Williams in their ranks in their adopted home state of Georgia. “If a musician could play, we didn’t look at his skin color,” Gregg wrote in his 2012 memoir My Cross to Bear.

“Nobody around here had seen guys who looked like them,” soul food legend and friend of the band Mama Louise Hudson said in Alan Paul’s 2014 oral history One Way Out: The Inside History of the Allman Brothers Band. “A lot of the white folk around here did not approve of them long-haired boys, or of them always having a black guy with them.” Southern rock occupied a peculiar axis of Mason-Dixon pride and reverence to blues and soul veterans who were hampered and harangued by the politics of the South. Gregg always pushed back. He didn’t placate audiences’ blind patriotism and racism the way Charlie Daniels and Hank Williams Jr. have. Last year, he spoke out against North Carolina’s transphobic “bathroom bill,” and when asked about the confederate flag in 2015, he told Radio.com, “If people are gonna look at that flag and think of it as representing slavery, then I say burn every one of them.”

And that is great.

But.

Whipping Post. Written by white ally Gregg Allman, bluesy and wild and passionate on a level that is hard to imagine, this is... one of the greatest songs I have ever heard. And it also makes me wonder if it’s maybe belittling a part of slavery.

My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you I drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same, And I can't run Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel Like I been tied to the whippin' post Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve researched it, I’ve used google. There isn’t a lot the internet has to say about this song that isn’t “this song fucking slaps man!!!” Maybe part of it is the larger context - Allman was staunchly against racism and was taught by a Black guitarist and played with Black musicians and loved Black music. A white man comparing an emotionally abusive relationship with being whipped might feel different without that context.

(Whipping posts being used for people besides enslaved Black people does not mean Allman wasn’t referencing what Black American slaves experienced, so don’t even go there. I know. The Romans also had slaves. It’s different.)

But if some people of color on the internet critique this song someday, the appropriate response is not to act as if “hey here is where this comes from, please be mindful about historical context and get educated” means “never listen to that devil song again,” folks.

It’s about learning our histories so we can do better in the future. Not canceling entire genres of music. Some things are best left in the past but mostly it’s just about understanding what the things we love mean. And these things are more than their aesthetics.

*I also really, really love African American work songs. Always have.

#cait uses her musical knowledge for once #work songs #sea shanties #this discourse is like one side saying read a book or wikipedia and the other side thinking they are being burned at the stake #history #southern rock #music #racism #colonialism #slavery tw #lynching tw #neil young was right he shouldn't have back tracked #but he's also canadian so like fix your glass house honey

[beardedmrbean]

Oh dear, two weeks of hospital food? Damn

Oh yes i understand white people don’t want to be told they are inherently racist just like I don’t want to be told I’m a eternal victim

Actually you help fixed some stuff with the native wizards

So most natives wizards are usually from or left the reservations, but still have strong tribe roots. And they have traditional garbs, but I decided use Victorian area because I learn many Native Americans adapted to that style of clothing and mixed it with their traditional looks. And my natives wizards are usually young to middle age. So it much easier to carry around colonial or Victorian style clothing for repairs to easily fix very old stuff.

Now they are full blown shamans, but they are usually old and often on the reservations. Now I don’t want to be rude, but my native wizards tackle modern topics of what the tribe is now vs what more can they do. I would also make sure to have proper consalutes to the individual tribes I use

Side note, the other disporia are taught their parents traditions. But of course over the generations and years they have been modified. Also they usually have…outposts, think of Chinatown. Now the outpost’s usually have to make a compromise with the American Wizarding system. Though the ancestral wizards are often under persecution and in hiding, but they can’t leave their sources of energy

Ugh shit I’m mumbling

Now for traditional garb for the wizards and magical users across the Americas perhaps a century prior to the American revolution and later the other countries. Realized they are too different from the magical users from the old world. And they say glimpses into the future the colonial empires will fall.

So it was decided to make local I want to guilds or societies as they were very different from the old world and can control local ancient beings better. IE the 13 colonies guild wanted to have the lovecraft users “loyalty”

Now these guilds eventually became American and Mexican wizards societies. Of course they had like local guilds that left, merge and such. So traditional garb….very from person to place

Like east coast wizards may have better connections to colonial era stuff. But…FUCK, word building hard. But it was decided that early modern age particularly Victorian. So the stand idea of an American wizard is Victorian-1920’s. Because I love art deco and the prohibition is where most of the country united against the government which created the proper American magic

Thanks for liking my jokes, see not all Gen z have that Whedon snark or Rick and Morty Nilihism

Oh here another one

Black American necromancer: Yes! I finally brought back my civil war ancestor! Now he can tell me how he fought for the…

Confederate zombie: ugh where am I? Wait is this yankee land?!

BN: W-What?! How?! What slave you force yourself onto?!

CZ looking at his descendant: Oh hey me and Susie kids did make it out alive!

BN: Is that the slave you abused?!

CZ: Huh? She was my wife!

The other American wizard who also a civil war historian: wait hold on let me check my records…oh I think I found your ancestor. Is this you?

CZ: yep

AW: Alright, do some echo magic…Ah! This soldier married a freed slave after the war. They had 6 kids, 4 that have modern offsprings. Huh it says here they lived for for 60 years

BN : HOW THE FUCK AM I RELATED TO A CONFEDERATE?!

AW: 🙄, many Americans have both union and confederation ancestry. It was called a brother fighting brother war for a reason

BN: We’re in New York!

CZ: Oh it is yankee land, my youngest son said he was going to New York for work. But after Susie died, I was heartbroken and died shortly afterwards

AW: Ah, this must be him, it says here after your funeral. He stayed and died in New York due to the difficulty of the Great Depression

BN: Wait that my great great grandpa! Why I wasn’t told this?

AW: Oh your family knows, but your father told me to come with you as it seem your family confederate ancestry is told when the children comes to age

BN: How can I live with it?

AW: The Chinese American wizards have to deal with cannibalism urges due to a stupid spell a sorcerer did. And Andre 3000 wore a confederate belt in the Ms Jackson music video

Sorry for the long dialogue, it seem that a lot of African Americans are getting mindfuck with the ancestry dna tests

Um my fellow blacks…not every white genes is because of slave owners abusing slave women…and while we are mostly black, we aren’t inbred as hell.

Ya I don't think there's much of anything that won't taste good after this

Oh yes i understand white people don’t want to be told they are inherently racist just like I don’t want to be told I’m a eternal victim

Now if only the people making media could figure that out, was watching a episode of the 2019 revival of Twilight Zone since Amazon took X-Files away from me, but the whole tone of the episode was so heavy handed with the racist white cop narrative in that one I had trouble enjoying it, Rod Sterling was a master of getting the point across without jamming it into your face, usually the one about the commies was pretty in your face.

Actually you help fixed some stuff with the native wizards ect.....

So it was decided to make local I want to guilds or societies as they were very different from the old world and can control local ancient beings better. IE the 13 colonies guild wanted to have the lovecraft users “loyalty” Now these guilds eventually became American and Mexican wizards societies. Of course they had like local guilds that left, merge and such. So traditional garb….very from person to place

That works, gonna need to be a "school" uniform but this is America we can be a bit unique in the working world, at least in some industries.

Thanks for liking my jokes, see not all Gen z have that Whedon snark or Rick and Morty Nilihism

I came to the conclusion a long time ago that I will do my level best to treat people as individuals and not part of a group, unless they're scientologists because bleh, or communists because they've chosen to identify as part of a collective and respecting that means collective responsibility for the whole collective.

Oh here another one (scroll up to read)

AW: The Chinese American wizards have to deal with cannibalism urges due to a stupid spell a sorcerer did. And Andre 3000 wore a confederate belt in the Ms Jackson music video

Quality ending, wondering how this will work out, since you brought cannibalism into it, some of the various African wizards, potion makers really as well, no real gentle way to put it other than life would be hell for a albino African wizard, or complicated at least.

That or if they found a spell for regrowing fingers and such they could make a ton of money.

Suppose the choice would be if you wanted to go tragedy or comedy on that.

Cajuns in Louisiana probably would have a beef with the Haitians and possibly the Dominicans too.

Sorry for the long dialogue, it seem that a lot of African Americans are getting mindfuck with the ancestry dna tests Um my fellow blacks…not every white genes is because of slave owners abusing slave women…and while we are mostly black, we aren’t inbred as hell.

Jungle fever is a thing, also history goes a ways back and you really don't know who was trotting round in the Congo 2000 years ago, that and the Boers are a thing there was mixing there I don't care how racist people were or illegal it was, folks fall in love.

Humans been bumpin uglies a long time and if you think the only way it could happen between people of different skin colours was by rape you lack the capacity to understand love and are likely racist as well.

Come on now

Love these two

Most fun part is she's actually African so it's not like folks can speak over her on all the stuff she talks about

Video I saw "the coon and the colonizer" directed at her, they hate her cuz they ain't her.

#zoomer huey anon

[princesssarcastia]

more aos!trek sense8 au

hi! I’ve decided to commit to the crazy and continue writing this au.  i have no fucking clue what I’m doing, but I am a sucker for outsider POV, so uh.  have some outsider POV.

                                                           —

Little Nyota has a voracious appetite for languages and alien cultures and the stars; smart as a whip, too.  None of them laugh when her five-year old brow furrows and she declares she’s going to learn all of the languages, because—

Well.  If Lela would believe it of anyone, it would be her niece.

But this is...unexpected.

After that Starfleet recruiter turned up at their class, she begs and begs and begs, twirling around the yard to find one old-enough relative to take her on a tour of the outpost in their city.

Lela knows what it feels like to be so excited about the future you can’t breathe, so she smiles and agrees.

The tour guide for the Starfleet outpost is Vulcan, of all things; a rarity, though more common here than other parts of the world.  The dry heat of their city is apparently similar to that of Vulcan. 

And when the Lieutenant greets their group, Nyota straightens her spine and offers the ta’al right back, with a carefully articulated Vulcan phrase.  A greeting.

Lela stares at her niece in shock.  No Uhura had taught her that, and it wasn’t offered in school yet.  How...

The Lieutenant raises an eyebrow, more expression than Lela’s ever seen on a Vulcan, and says something else to Nyota, who nearly vibrates with excitement before screwing up her face and replying again.  She didn’t just pick up stock phrases, she’s actually speaking Vulcan.

They head out for the tour soon after; Nyota whispering to one of her invisible friends the entire time.

No one seems to know how Nyota learned to speak Vulcan, when Lela asks, and eventually they write it off as part and parcel of raising a linguistic genius.

—

Alexei watches on, curious, as his nephew goes through what looks like basic fencing sets: lunge, parry, riposte, repeat.

Every so often he will adjust his stance, as though he’s being corrected.

Another one of his mind-friends, no doubt.  After everything he’s seen in his life, Alexei saw no reason to doubt Pavel’s claim that he shared a telepathic bond with six other people.

It didn’t hurt that verifying their existence was relatively easy, once Alexei had their names.

“Watch your footwork on your retreat, Pashenka,” he calls firmly, observing how Pavel reacts to the interruption and the criticism.  Smiles, when his nephew corrects himself again and throws him a grin without pausing.

These mind-friends of his are good for Pavel. 

—

Amanda retreats to the balcony in the early morning, as she always does.  The cool night air hasn’t entirely dissipated yet, allowing her to enjoy the fresh air until the heat of the Vulcan day chases her back inside. 

Today, Spock follows her.  He’s spent less and less time sitting with her as his schooling progresses.  It hurts her heart, a little, to watch him draw away, and she suspects the attitudes of his classmates may have something to do with it, but she also knows her son’s devotion to be just like his father would have pulled him in that direction anyway.

So she gives him as big a smile as he can be comfortable with when he settles across the table from her. 

“Mother, I have a query,” he says solemnly.  Her mouth twitches at the expression on his face, just a little, but she knows better than to laugh at her serious boy.

“Go ahead, Spock.”

“Do humans ever exhibit signs of telepathy or empathetic abilities?”

She blinks.  “Certainly.  Humans of non-human descent often take on such abilities.”

He frowns, just a little, and she sees she must have misunderstood him.  “But do humans ever spontaneously develop telepathic bonds with one another as children?”

Something in her stills.  She recalls her studies of the Eugenics Wars on Earth and takes a deep breath.  “Not in recent memory, but there are unconfirmed reports of such bonds developing before the Eugenics Wars.  It’s believed if the ability ever did exist naturally in humanity, it died out then.”  Amanda hesitates, then says, “There are some family records of that period to indicate that my ancestors may have possessed something like this ability.”

Spock’s face clears, and Amanda knows she guessed correctly.  “Spock,” she says gently, “have you experienced one of these bonds?”

“Yes, mother.  Six of them.  Nyota and Jim were unable to determine the origins of the bonds through their research, but I predicted you would have some knowledge of it.”  Something she wouldn’t hesitate to call satisfaction or pride on a human brushes across his face. 

“Six,” she breathes.  There is no reason to lie, and Spock’s preternatural telepathic abilities are well documented.  This is not beyond the realm of possibility. 

Sarek, she knows, will ask how long this has been happening, want to calculate the distance between Spock and these other people, measure the strength of the bonds.  But those are questions for Sarek to ask.

Instead, Amanda asks, “What are their names?” and sees her son’s face brighten for the first time in ages

—

Sharon monitors the signals from USS Shenzhou, USS Farragut, and USS Prometheus, all schedule to check in with Command today, when she notices a sonic anomaly in one of the transmissions.  Only, they don’t look like subspace, more—

“..hear me?  —lo, can you hear me? —fleet command, —me?”

Her eyes narrow.  That voice doesn’t sound right, and they’re not hailing from any assigned frequencies.  How the hell...

She boosts the transmission.  “This is Starfleet command; state your name and location.”

“Oh, thank god!  Uh, my name is Nyota Uhura and you have to send a ship to Tarsus IV, now!  Governor Kodos, he’s—”

The voice cuts out again.  Sharon frowns and responds.  “Kid, I have no idea how you got on this frequency, but this is reserved for Starfleet communications only.”  She makes a note in the log and then scrambles the line.

Only, five minutes later it happens again.

“Starfleet command, can you hear me?  This is Nyota Uhura again, you have to listen, please he’s ki—”

Who the hell is this girl?  “Listen, Uhura, this frequency is reserved for Starfleet Command.  You need to clear it for official business.”  She reaches out to scramble the line again when her voice comes through, much clearer this time.

“Please, he’s killing them, he’s shooting them!  You have to listen, please!”

Killing?  “Who’s killing who?” She says sharply, hands hovering over the controls.  God, what the hell, the girl sounds genuinely distressed.  Val’tk turns to look at her questioningly and she waves her hand at him.

“Governor Kodos, on Tarsus IV.  He’s—he shooting them.  He told them he had to kill them, the crops are failing, they don’t have enough food, please you have to send someone right now!”

“Tarsus IV?” Sharon replies.  “The new colony near uncharted space?”  She hesitates.  This would be a hell of a prank to play, but...

Muting her transmitter, she turns to Val’tk.  “When was the last transmission from Tarsus IV?”

He eyes her, but pulls up the logs anyway.  His eyes race over the data.  “A few days ago; nothing out of the ordinary.”

She frowns, and unmutes.  “Look, nice try, kid, but seeing as you’re on Earth and Tarsus hasn’t reported crop failures of any kind, there’s no way what you’re saying is true.”  A few more seconds and she initiates traceback on the signal, putting her somewhere in eastern African Confederation.  

“Now, I’m ordering you to surrender this line, as it’s reserved for Starfleet Command only.”  And she scrambles it again, kicking Uhura, whoever she is, off the frequency.

But then the kid comes back again.

“Starfleet Command, this is Nyota Uhura, again.  I’m not going to stop until you listen to me!  Please, just—please.  Jim needs your help!  They’re running away from the guards now but I think—I think everyone’s dead,” her voice breaks, and Sharon hesitates again.

Jesus, this is crazy, there’s no way.  But...oh, fuck it. 

“Look, Uhura, there’s no proof what you’re saying is true.  Where are you even getting this information?”  She asks.

The line falls silent, for long enough that she considers switching it off again, but then Uhura comes back. 

“You can...you can contact the Vulcan embassy. What’s your name?”

And now they’re back to crazy, but there’s still something about this...”Lieutenant Sharon Cartwright.”

“Lieutenant, contact the Vulcan embassy and tell them your name.  They’ll put you through to...to someone who can confirm what’s happening.”

“Look, kid, I don’t have time for—”

“Please, I’m begging you, please.  The longer you wait the more people are going to die, just contact the embassy!”

Fuck.  Is she really doing this?

“Hey, there’s...” Val’tk interrupts.  “Someone from United Earth just requested access to the Tarsus IV data transmissions.  It’s here in the logs.”  Sharon turns to him and feels something uneasy work through her stomach.

She stares at Val’tk for a long moment.  “Alright, kid.  Please hold.”

What even is the line for the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco?  Her fingers fly through the contact list, and she pulls up their number.

Man, she’s going to get in so much trouble for this if they’re wrong.  “Vulcan embassy, this is,” she blows out, “Lieutenant Sharon Cartwright from Starfleet Command.  I’m told you can put me through to someone to confirm what’s happening on Tarsus IV?”

A pause, a long pause, where Sharon goes back to thinking, this is nuts, I just got pnked by some asshole with a ham radio, when the Vulcan says, “One moment.  Connecting you to Ambassador Sarek now.”

“Ambassador Sarek?” she blurts, but they’re already putting her through.

The ambassador doesn’t waste any time. “Lieutenant Cartwright, I can indeed confirm what Ms. Uhura has told you about Tarsus IV.  Governor Kodos’s guards have opened fired on the colonists, for reasons unknown at this time.  We do not yet know how many are dead.”

Sharon just...stops.  Checks that she’s really taking to the Ambassador from Vulcan again.  Stares back at Val’tk, who hasn’t stopped looking at her.

“I’m going to...put you through to Commander Aldrin, Ambassador.”  She mechanically transfer’s the Ambassador’s line, sends a notification that her CO needs to pick up the comm right the fuck now what the fuck is happening.

Then she takes Uhura off hold.  “Uhura, the Ambassador confirmed your story.  I don’t,” Sharon laughs shortly, hysteria bubbling up her chest, “I have no clue what’s going on, kid, but I’m pretty sure you do.  Where are you getting your information?”

Crackling silence, then, “I share a telepathic bond with one of the colonists.”

“And what’s his name, kid?”

“Jim Kirk.”

Telepathic bond, fuck.  How clear is it?  “What’s Jim Kirk,” she looks at Val’tk pointedly, “doing right now?” Val’tk moves hurriedly to pull the information up.  Fuck if this isn’t either of their jobs, but also fuck if Sharon’s going to foist this off on someone else.

“Running.  He’s—they’re running.  When he figured it out he grabbed people and they starting running and the guards started shooting and now they’re outside and it’s loud and—”

I put this kid on hold, Sharon thinks.  I kicked her off the line, twice.  “Okay, Uhura.  It’ll be—” alright? no it won’t, fuck, “the Ambassador is talking to Starfleet right now, we’re aware of the situation.  Just keep talking to me, okay?  Can you do that, Uhura?”

“...yes.  Yes, I can do that, Lieutenant.”

—

Chris blinks at the sight of that crazy Russian genius kid everyone keeps going on about waving his hands in Spock’s face yelling about math.

And then raises his eyebrows when Spock starts clearly arguing back, with more agitation in his movements than Chris has ever seen before, even that one time they got into it with the Tellarite delegation on that one planet.

Huh.  Now that he thinks about it, they’re about the same age, even though Spock seems so much older in Chris’s head.

“Lieutenant Commander Spock,” he calls out, stepping forward to insert himself into the conversation, just because he’s curious.

Spock immediately straightens and pulls out of whatever staring contest he’d been in.  “Yes, Captain.”  He salutes, picture perfect, while the Russian kid is still pulling himself out of whatever fugue math-rage he’s in.

“At ease.”  Chris nods to the kid.  “And who’s this?”

“Oh!”  He gets off a salute and immediately starts babbling.  “Chekov, sir, Pavel Andreievich.  Sorry, sir.  We were just arguing about the mass gap and Yang-Mills existence.”

“Of course you were.”

—

Hendorff spend the entire shuttle ride trying not to send angry, confused glances at Uhura.  His abdomen is still bruised like a peach from where she planted her foot in his stomach out of nowhere, just because he hit the townie hitting on her.

Yeah, he was buzzed, but she was clearly miles ahead of this asshole.  She should be thanking him.

But instead, she and the asshole spend the entire ride sitting next to each other, leaning into the space between them.  He’s had classes with Uhura before, last year, and they see each other in passing around campus; not once did she seem like she was...basking in anyone’s presence like she is right now.  Even helped him with his fucking seatbelt!

At least the asshole seems just as awed to be sitting next to her, but come on.  He calls bullshit.

And then the shuttle lands.

They dock right on campus and the other cadets start unlatching and pouring out the hatch, bleeding off in twos and threes while Captain Pike does final checks before shutdown.  Uhura and the asshole practically leap out the door, and Hendorff catches up just in time to see them crash into a group of cadets waiting just outside.

He recognizes them, mostly; the same guys Uhura spends all her time with.  Not that Hendorff is keeping tabs, its just that everyone knows who they are.  Academy rumor has it they’re either going to run the ‘fleet someday, or burn it to the ground.

All four of them, Uhura, Scotty, Sulu, and Chekov, have the asshole in a death grip, seeming to clutch at whatever part of him and each other they can reach.  He feels something like unease run down his spine.  Maybe...maybe they know each other?

Fuck, of course they knew each other, you don’t hug a stranger like that.  Now the question is how the hell do they know each other.

As he sidesteps them (still basically right in front of the shuttle hatch, like they hadn’t noticed they were in the way and about fifteen different people stopped to gawk) he hears the asshole say, “When does Bones get in?  And where the hell is Spock, huh?”

At that point, he mentally throws up his hands and surrenders to the confusion.  No fucking way he’ll figure out how a dumb hick from Iowa knows Starfleet’s brightest cadets and Lieutenant Commander Spock before even setting foot on campus.

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