#racial tensions

[alwaysbewoke]

On March 16, 1991 Latasha Harlin’s short life came to a violent end in the midst of racial tensions in LA, and became a major spark for the 1992 Los Angeles Riots. By the late 1980s, racial tensions were high in South Los Angeles. After the change in national immigration laws in 1965 a large number of Korean immigrants arrived in Los Angeles and by 1968 the first Korean-owned market opened in South Central LA. Longtime African American residents in the area at first welcomed the Koreans but eventually grew angry with them because they refused to hire black employees and often treated their customers poorly. By 1990, 65% of South Central businesses were Korean-owned and a 1992 survey of these storeowners revealed considerable racial prejudice against black customers and black people in general. Koreans in response argued that their attitudes evolved from high crime rates in the area and shop owner fears of shootings and burglaries. Latasha Harlins became a victim of these racial tensions on the morning of Saturday, March 16, 1991. She entered a store owned by a Korean family, to purchase a bottle of orange juice. As she approached the counter, Soon Ja Du, accused her of stealing after seeing her place the bottle in her backpack, despite her holding the $2 payment approaching the counter to pay. Du grabbed the bag and the two women had a violent scuffle. Harlins threw the juice bottle back on the counter and turned to leave the store when Du pulled a .38-caliber handgun and shot 15-year-old Harlins in the back of the head. Du was arrested and her trial was held on November 15, 1991. Security-camera footage which showed Harlins’ attempt to pay for the juice and the subsequent scuffle between the two women convinced a jury to find Du guilty of voluntary manslaughter. The Judge, Joyce Karlin, rejected the jury’s recommendation and instead sentenced Du to five years probation, 400 hours of community service, and a $500 fine.

One of the many reasons black people don't f*** with Asians like that and we should collectively drive them out of our neighborhoods

#latasha harlins #los angeles riots #racial tensions #korean immigrants #south los angeles #soon ja du #racial prejudice #voluntary manslaughter #racial discrimination #asian anti blackness #asian racism

[lifewithaview]

Call the Midwife (2012) S12E1

It's April 1968 and change is coming to Nonnatus House. Racial tensions cast a shadow over Poplar, and the sisters welcome a new recruit.Nurses came to the assistance of a woman dying from cancer...

#Call the midwife #2012 #2023 episode #S12E1 #drama #period drama #history #April 1968 #sister Veronica #Nonnatus House #racial tensions #home assistance #secrets #relationships #just watched #tv series

[helloparkerrose]

#1950s #interracial couple #black woman #white man #black woman white man #so beautiful #racial tensions

[lorelylantana]

Savageries of the Heart Chapter 9; Interruption

Tears of the Kingdom Title dropped and I’m back y’all

Chapter rating: T Overall Rating: E

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Zelda stretched her back with a sigh before settling back into the couch in front of the hearth. Noodle was curled in her lap while Link rubbed her feet gently as he was scrolling through something on his slate. He’d called it ‘social correspondence’ but she’d declined learning more about it until she had a firmer grasp on her new duties. It took her a few days to name this warm, soft feeling in her chest that always grew in the evenings when Link settled down with her for the day. Currently, her top contender was ‘contentment’, but she still wasn’t certain. 

She didn’t have much experience with this strange absence of anxiety, but it left Zelda feeling very fulfilled. She’d been apprehensive upon first learning just how much influence the Mother of the Dragonlands truly held. She never expected to have much power in her life, and learning how to wield it was a delicate process. It was a heavy load to bear, but she found that she enjoyed the weight of it. After years of stagnation in the shadow of her parents’ early deaths, she knew the euphoria of progress. Rather than kneeling idly in prayer, now she could help people. It made these soft, silent moments all the sweeter. She had earned this respite.

Her slate screeched on the side table, stirring Noodle in her lap. Zelda reached around to grab the it, wanting to silence the unpleasant noise as soon as possible. It wasn’t fast enough, apparently, because Noodle was so agitated she grew to the size of a Zonai constrictor to expedite her path to the door. The second her head cleared the doorway she shrank back to cuddle size, tail disappearing down the hall a moment later. Zelda had never heard this particular alarm before, a far cry from the soft chimes that woke them every morning, but it must have been important, because Link seemed to have the same issue. She answered the call to see what the fuss was about. A Sheikah appeared on the screen that Zelda hadn’t seen before, but he did wear the uniform of the border patrol.

“We have a security breach. An unauthorized Hylian has been found along the road to Kakariko.”

“Where?” Link asked, swiping his finger up the Slate. In response, the screen’s image transferred from their slates to the smooth marble slab above their fireplace. The larger surface now sported a map of Zonai. A red dot flashed on one of the roads to the southeast of Mount Lanayru.

“They’re skirting around the Wetlands as we speak, Impa advises all Wardens to be present to give their verdict, preferably before they reach the city.”

Despite her expectations, they couldn’t simply warp to the council chamber, they would be riding something called the Zonai Railway.

“We can only warp to our respective homes and public venues for security reasons, but there are a few extra steps when the council meets to lower the chance of a possible threat,” Link had explained as they descended on a strange staircase that moved on its own. 

Zelda was fascinated. She’d read about the Zonai Railway after Amali had mentioned it one day. The idea of going from one end of the continent to the other was exciting, so much so that she’d asked for blueprints. Zelda was meticulous in her examination, but there was an ocean of difference between a schematic and the machine itself. 

The station itself was a marvel, underground but to a torch in sight. Instead, passengers idled their way throughout the station under the cool turquoise glow of luminous stones. The Zonai love of stonework clearly wasn’t a thing of the past, there were thousands upon thousands of lines and curves etched into every square inch of stone. Every walk of life was etched into stone, from farmers to weavers to warriors challenging Lynels. Even the paths underfoot held its own beauty, crevices had been filled with luminous ore and polished to a shine, making Zelda feel like she was walking on water. 

A quiet hum filled the cavern, drawing Zelda’s eye to the tunnel. A pinprick of light grew into headlights as she watched the train come closer at an incredible speed. Zelda practically flew across the station, weaving between other passengers to get a better view. Link had to hold her elbow to make sure she didn’t fall off the platform as she looked at the train car pulling into the station.

“You have to stay behind the blue line,” he said, a tad worried.

“They really don’t touch the rails,” Zelda breathed, shocked to her core as several cars came to a stop in front of them with barely a whisper. “How does it work?”

“We could ask the conductor,” he suggested.

Rather than take one of the public cars, Link guided her to a secluded section seemingly intended for the Zonai leadership. There were only two cars as opposed to the long processions she saw used for public transport. 

It was just as well, as the more secluded nature of their trip gave Zelda ample opportunity to grill the conductor regarding the railway mechanics, which turned out to be magnetically powered. Somehow.

Before he could elaborate, they arrived at their destination. It felt as though the journey only lasted a moment, but it was difficult to measure any time that passed when she was researching, so she couldn’t be sure.

“How long was our trip?” Zelda asked, incredulous.

“About fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen!?” Zelda scrambled with her slate to pull up the map. Where were they? Fort Hateno perhaps? Her icon had shifted out of Necluda in its entirety.

“We’re under the Temple of Time?” Zelda eyed the ceiling, straining to hear any of the typical bustle that she expected of the storied temple after her few visits. She couldn’t sense anything, but  there was no telling how deep they truly were. Link led her to a platform that began to ascend slowly.

“We’re not entirely sure what happened, but we think that the Great Plateau served as a base of operations during the Calamity. We lost access to most of the chambers after the Rift, but we’ve repurposed some of the rooms for our uses.”

Zelda wasn’t quite sure what he meant by Rift, but they finished their ascent before she could ask further. They seemed to be the last to arrive before a massive circular stone table. Zelda could see Urbosa and Impa, as well as a few of the other Wardens she had been introduced to at her wedding, but didn’t know very well beyond that. Not one for pleasantries, Impa ran a finger along the table’s edge, revealing another interactive map of Hyrule, or perhaps Zonai, and addressing the room.

“Kakariko’s proximity alarm has been activated. Whoever’s approaching the city, they aren’t one of us.”

The table’s map shifted, zooming in until the road itself came into view. There was a shadowy figure creeping not on the road itself, but crawling through the bushes next to it. A few paces behind them three Sheikah guards were walking upright on the road, awaiting orders and not feeling particularly inclined to put any effort into staying hidden. Abruptly, the shadow fell below into the foliage and a string of curse words could be heard over the live feed. 

“Oh, sweet Hylia,” Zelda muttered, recognizing that most grating of voices.

“It’s your dipshit cousin,” Link gasped, brow raised. 

Admittedly, Zelda hadn’t heard that presumed expletive before, but the sentiment seemed clear enough for her to consider it an apt description.

“That’s your cousin?” the Rito Warden, Revali, said with surprise and condescension.

“Unfortunately,” Zelda sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“He falls under your jurisdiction, then,” Impa declared, relief tinging the undertone of her voice, “What would you have us do?”

The council turned to look in her direction, and she suppressed the anxiety of being put on the spot. After all of her cousin’s tirades about his disdain for the Zonai, and if he came without an escort, then she wanted to know what he was up to. 

“Exactly how much does he know about Zonai’s . . . resources?” she asked, not wanting to reveal any more than necessary.

Impa huffed, “He’s already passed one of the more rural outposts we have along that road, so he’s seen some of our agricultural equipment and how they move on their own. I’d say the cat’s far enough out of the bag that contacting him over Slate isn’t that much of a risk.”

“Detain him in the nearest facility equipped for remote questioning. Before all else, we should know what his intentions are.”

Though she doubted it, there was a possibility that Hyrule needed help, and she couldn’t outright ignore that likelihood, however low it may be. Impa relayed her orders to the Sheikah standing around the bush Nohansen still hadn’t managed to disentangle himself from. One of the guards reached into the leaves to pull him out while the other fiddled with their slate. Nohansen was still squirming when they dissolved into blue strings and Impa cut the feed to connect with their nearest police station. Zelda could see the tail end of the teleportation, the last bits of their silhouettes converging until they were back in the real world.

“What are you doing, Nohansen?” Zelda asked, switching to Hylian for the first time in a while.

His head whipped around, eyes darting like a madman’s until he finally caught sight of her image.

“You savage wretch! Give back-”

“One of you smack him,” Link snapped, his usual expression of gentle kindness replaced with a cold, hard rage that sent a shiver down Zelda’s spine. He didn’t specify which of the two guards should be the one to carry out his order, but both of them seemed eager to waste time disputing who would do the honors. Two black eyes later, Nohansen seemed a bit more willing to cooperate.

“Let’s try again,” Zelda said, exasperated, “What are you doing here?”

“The crown.”

Zelda reached up to her head, where her headdress was resting with its ethereal blue glow. “What about it?”

“Not that you-” he flinched as the guards shifted behind him, “My crown. The one you stole.”

It took Zelda a few moments to realize he meant the golden circlet she used to wear as the Princess of Hyrule. That was more of a tiara, really.

“You mean the circlet I wore for ten years? That ‘crown’?”

“It’s not yours anymore! You stopped being the Crown Princess of Hyrule when you married that beast of a-”

“One of you smack him,” Zelda said, irritated and wanting this conversation over as soon as it could be.

 “A thousand apologies, your royal majesty,” he quipped, dripping with just enough sarcasm to rival his bloody nose, “But you had no right to take it and I want my birthright back!”

Zelda racked her brain to see if she knew what he was talking about. She didn’t take much in the way of jewelry with her after her marriage, aside from a pair of bracelets and necklace that belonged to her mother. Most of her luggage was research equipment and her old journals. She wasn’t wearing it during the ceremony either. She didn’t remember unpacking it either.

Perhaps Owlan knew something about it? He helped in her packing before she left Hyrule Castle. If she had put it with her other things by mistake, he may know about it. She opened the messaging thread she had with Owlan.

Zelda: You wouldn’t happen to know anything about my old tiara, would you?

Owlan’s reply came after a few more minutes of Nohansen’s insufferable screeching in the form of a picture he’d taken.

Owlan: Just sent it your way :)

Zelda pinched her nose while she tipped her slate to show her husband, and Link threw his head back and roared with laughter, which Nohansen didn’t appreciate in the slightest.

#link #zelda #zelink #Savageries of the Heart #writing #my writing #loz botw #botw #zonai link #zonai zelink #arranged marriage AU #botw zelink #racial tensions #there are a couple of racially motivated 'barbarism' themed insults #minor racism but still racism

[aparentlymytumblernameistooshort]

just image if Thingol had the Silmaril made into a chandelier in Menegroth. Allowing dwarves elves and men to bask in the light of the trees, instead of hiding it away for himself and getting murdered.

#tolkien #tolkein #silmarillion #racial tensions

[dgspeaks]

Unpacking the Layers: The Societal Reflections in Spike Lee's 'Do the Right Thing'

Few films stand as boldly and poignantly as Spike Lee‘s masterwork, “Do the Right Thing.” Set against the sweltering backdrop of a Brooklyn neighborhood, Lee’s film is not just a narrative; it’s a mirror reflecting the intricate complexities of racial tensions, social injustices, and the simmering undercurrents of African American culture. Released in 1989, “Do the Right Thing” remains as…

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#African American Culture #Cinema #Do the Right Thing #racial tensions #Social Justice #societal reflections #Spike Lee

[trapangeles]

Unmasking Racial Violence: Examining the Tragic Shooting of a Black Neighbor by a White Florida Woman

In a deeply unsettling incident that highlights the persistent racial tensions plaguing our society, a white Florida woman, Susan Louise Lorincz, has been charged with the fatal shooting of her Black neighbor. The tragic event has shed light on a history of alleged harassment and racial slurs directed at area children. Today, we delve into this distressing case, examining the profound implications it holds for our communities and the urgent need for addressing racial violence.

Uncovering a Troubling Pattern: According to witnesses and neighbors, Susan Louise Lorincz had a disturbing history of harassing local children and targeting them with racial slurs. This pattern of behavior raises troubling questions about the roots of racism and the enduring impact it has on individuals and communities. The tragic shooting serves as a stark reminder of the consequences that can arise from unchecked bigotry and prejudice.

Addressing Racial Harassment: The incident involving Susan Louise Lorincz underscores the urgent need to confront racial harassment and discrimination. It highlights the necessity of fostering an inclusive and respectful society, free from racial animosity and bias. Communities must come together to condemn such behavior and work towards creating safe environments where everyone can thrive, irrespective of their race or ethnicity.

Examining the Justice System's Response: The charges brought against Susan Louise Lorincz prompt an examination of the justice system's response to racially motivated crimes. It raises questions about the adequacy of laws in addressing hate crimes and ensuring that perpetrators are held accountable for their actions. The pursuit of justice must prioritize the protection and dignity of all individuals, irrespective of their race or background.

Creating Lasting Change: Tragic incidents like the shooting of the Black neighbor emphasize the need for broader societal changes to combat racism and prejudice. Education, awareness, and open dialogue are crucial in dismantling deeply ingrained biases and fostering empathy and understanding. Communities must unite to challenge systemic racism, promote equality, and foster an environment where such acts of violence become inconceivable.

The Call for Unity and Solidarity: In the face of this distressing event, it is essential for communities to come together, offering support to the affected families and reaffirming their commitment to racial equality. By standing in solidarity against racial violence, we can send a powerful message that such acts have no place in our society. It is through collective action and empathy that we can strive to eradicate racism and create a more just and inclusive future.

Conclusion: The tragic shooting of a Black neighbor by a white Florida woman, Susan Louise Lorincz, serves as a stark reminder of the persistent racial tensions and acts of violence that continue to plague our communities. It underscores the urgent need to confront racism, promote inclusivity, and strive for justice and equality for all. By addressing these deep-rooted issues head-on, fostering dialogue, and advocating for change, we can work towards building a society that embraces diversity, respect, and understanding.

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[gurucave]

Tongue Tied: The Facade of Innocence

Tongue Tied Chapter One The tempest continued its unyielding onslaught, as if Mother Nature herself had harnessed a fury of anger and despair. He found himself besieged by his own inner demons, fueled by, nothing more than the bitter taste of coffee.For three grueling weeks, he had imposed a fast upon himself, a penance for the events of January 6th, 2023 —a day that had indelibly marked…

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#adversity #Allegory of the Cave #Betrayal #challenges #Literature #Love #Othello #Plato #prejudice #racial tensions #Relationships #restoration #Self-discovery #Shakespeare #society

[midnightnotebook]

Political Vampires

The entire World is on Its feet.

This is now the perfect pétri-dish for any dictatorship to rise.

Do not let anyone lead one racial, cultural or ideological group against another. Remember 1933.

Remember the blood.

Remember the lies. Remember the charisma; remember the leadership; remember the consequences.

Remember to carefully check somebody’s character before following them.

Whatever minority or majority you belong to, whatever platform you follow them on…

Watch your steps; while you can still walk free.

#notnaminganyone #influencers #notthatwomanagain #dictatorship #politicalvampires

#political leaders #dictator #hitler #Race #racial hatred #minority #racial tensions #racial minority #london writer

[crimsonsairina]

Am I the only one who wishes that my DB (usually a Nord) can respond to Thalmor comments/areas/situations with kinky remarks? Not only do they have a secret dungeon at the embassy, but they refer to Nords as “beasts” and have a one-liner about Nords being dogs and the Thalmor being their masters.

I’m sensing some Freudian slips. 👀

#tes #skyrim #thalmor #last dragonborn #yes I know there's racial tensions between Nords and elves #I just get tired of it #and I think this would be funnier #headcanon #love and light

[sjw-publishings]

Straight A-Tension

With much guidance from the lovely @dumb-and-jocked , and influence from his story: Over here ;)

“Hey babe, promise me that after this…we will enjoy our vacation together.”

“I…I promise love, I just have to do a few more errands just to make sure.”

That conversation happened at 9pm yesterday in evening.

12:14pm, Today. Keith Gaye was supposed to meet up with his boyfriend at this very spot a quarter past noon, outside the auditorium hours before the crowd gathers for an announcement later in the day.

Of course, this would be the first time he would be talking to his boyfriend for the day. Since his lover was out and about already before he was awake, serious in completing his mission in digging up info on camp.

But even so…generally William would text him frequently while doing his undercover work. Yet despite his warm wishes and greetings, the other man went radio silent throughout the day.

“Ugh…babe where are you?”

The 25 year old long haired, lean surfer rubbed his shoulders, pushing back his blonde locks as he eyed his phone for a message from his love.

He just wanted a relaxing vacation for him and his lover. Which was why the both of them agreed on the trip to the camp retreat. With supposedly no authoritarian figures, No sticky-hard rules, and just the soft cool breeze of relaxation.

Sure…some of it was mostly fluff with the forced curfews they have on everyone, and the oddly sudden influx of ‘Hyper-Heterosexuality charged Christian Asians’ as his boyfriend describes…but perhaps there is an organised field trip for this time of the month?

And besides, its rude to assume they are all straight, maybe those men are in the closet?

Yet despite his intentions of reassuring his boyfriend and telling him, William was really insistent on uncovering the truth behind possible propaganda and the disappearances of some gay folks and couples around campus…and with his unnaturally long silence today.

What if he was right?

BEEP!

Boy friend [12:15pm]: Completed my preparations my latest speech for later. Please let me know your thoughts. Regards.

A notification popped up at the top of his phone. Fingers immediately pressing on it without delay, opening up the unused social media app he had downloaded many days prior, transporting his screen to the message and communication between him and his boy friend, William Wagner.

…

Mr Wallace Wong, Professor at Christening University.

Shaking his head, as he blinked his eyes rapidly at the name at the top of the message list. Keith felt cold sweat forming on his sun-kissed tanned skin, floral shirt lining with light moisture from the heat as he stood crossed legged in his sandals and board shorts..

Mr Wallace Wong? S…Surely it must be some phone glitch, though its not surprising since as Humblr is still a relatively new app. Though it still felt odd that it appeared out of the blue very recently.

Not to mention how his older boy friend would prefer him to use other kinds of social media to communicate…no that’s not right. His older mentor would refuse to use those kinds of ‘strange applications’ due to them not promoting HIS diversity…No wait. It was the school’s motto of diversity, that was what it was all about with that teach!

“So not diverse….”

The surfer scowled, rolling his eyes as he remembered the old fashioned professor and his continual lectures towards him ever since he stepped foot on campus.

He wanted to set off and find a cute twink to date, but every time the teacher would stop his ‘FOOLING AROUND’ and drag the other man away to detention. All he wanted was just to relax with a cute guy ! He could’ve sworn he had one, but clearly with the professor sticking to him like glue…that proved otherwise.

Whatever, today was the last day that old fossil hounded him on his vacation. No more ‘youngsters and their social media apps!’ when he himself is using Humblr like his ‘Straight A sons’ as he so proudly boasts all day.

He might as well humour the older male for once, tapping on the video sent below the overly professional message.

[Video processing]

As the video began to load, he was greeted by a auto-generated Half-Body thumbnail of the Professor. Presumably seated on a low-rising chair with his hand clasped on a table in front. Blank White background behind him, removing any other distractions to someone else.

It looked like one of those adverts from VideoTube, where a stereotypical asian tries to sell him something, make a dad joke, or promote the ‘brand new family-oriented social media app, Humblr!’

Which was not surprising, considering the nature of the professor…though he had to admit, he hadn’t had a good look at the man. Especially without his suit jacket, an above average build…straining against his white plain buttoned down tee, but without his usual necktie.

Carbon copy to many other teachers and church-going students of his kind, yet with tight, strong…strapping strong muscles. With a fierce forceful jawline to accommodate his harsh, remorseless tactics.

Complimenting his neatly trimmed and gently gelled cut in every year book, alongside those professionally prescribed spectacles over his dangerously thin lenses, a visage of an authoritarian man in complete control.

Keith generally topped…but dude, for some reason his pouch is really disagreeing with his previous biases and hatred towards the married man, how did he not realise how good-looking this bastard was?

Drool escaping his lips, as he starred blankly at the thumbnail of the prof, the small buffering spiral of circles glueing him to the screen. Left hand holding the phone, the right began churning his not so relaxed pouch, as fainter, subtile sentences flashed across the screen.

Activating School’s Hetwork…

Turning On RedTooth signals…

Accepting Admin position…

Keith didn’t understood what any of that meant, neither did he notice a certain wall mounted, television monitor turning by itself.

Hovering above eye level in front of him, as it began to buffer the same screen on his phone, before his mobile device goes completely blank, except the following words.

[Please direct your attention to the monitor above]

“Straight”

A single word, echoing from the speakers.

Straight…looking straight into the monitor. The professor in a much larger screen. His back straight as ever, as if it refused to be hunched in order to maintain its clean-cut.

Just a single word…already causing Keith’s chill-rod to POKE violently. Such boring, unsexy nerdy tension…getting this surfer dude all fiery down below.

He had no idea how this professor has such a hold on him…how he keeps coming back to him…How he physically and subconsciously listens to his suggestions, rolling his shoulders back out of a hunch, straightening his back as much as a gay man.

A lot of ‘straight’ tension poking out, wanting to get in bed with him so badly, but he was just barely out of the closet…after all the teacher always demanded things straight out of him…

Wait a sec…Wasn’t he out of-

“A-TENSION!”

A heavy bark sounded all around him, drilling into his ears from the speakers above as like a proud military man on duty. Like a direct command, eyes instinctively darting to the television hovering above. Left hand was raised into a salute, immediately dropping his phone…which fell to the ground.

He didn’t know why he obeyed the order so suddenly, much less from the incredibly hot man that he hate-admired so much!

“Men, with your level of qualifications you have been selected to be a part of our disciplinarian program.”

Disciplinarian program?

Wait…! He didn’t sign up for this! Sure he may have had extremely conflicted feelings for the older male…ever since he saw him in college? But No…that was not right, what does a lean chill surfer like him have to do in college?

But then again, he hadn’t surfed in forever, his very faint tan. Sure he was much older than most folks at the age of 27. But he had to focus on his scholarship…Adjusting his light blue short-sleeved buttoned down below and beige khakis, shifting about in his loafers as he remembered getting that, scholarship, but only a single one!

He had still worked out, but with less time he had to be efficient and dive in his studies. Though oddly enough, he his muscles were generally far more relaxed than how tense they are now. Nice buildup though over the years.

Overall he tried to keep his cool despite everything, but he had to admit…he did appreciate the tough love from his teachers and pushed on, securing his spot, though just barely.

Perhaps that was why they eventually introduced him to Mr Wong? Who recommended that he should be part of the program?

“Life’s full of collaboration with our fellow brothers, but with a little competition to incite our nature to do better…”

He had to admit, it felt good overtaking his entire class without fail. Yes he might be ‘cool’ at times, but he was a complete monster at his studies.

He a scholarship to maintain, a single aka Uni one…wait Uni? Yeah he graduated from University after all! Aced his scholarship without fail, full on focused and graduated at the age of 29.

Though it did feel odd why he finished school so late, he did have the results to show for it. Especially on his arms which really looked good despite his plain white long-sleeved buttoned down.

His figure definitely looked good at the end of all of it. And if he could unravel the dark grey dress pants he was wearing, most certainly a bunch of bachelors would ogle him as a result…despite the rules on campus.

Campus…oh right. Camp Christening was incredibly strict in its rules towards their students, though most of it are written in between the lines.

Perhaps this is why he wanted to participate in the program? He wanted to respect that, as dull tones of subordination rang from his polished dress shoes.

Especially with how the interview went with Mr Wong…and how much potential he saw from him despite still being a little…Queer in the edges.

Maybe it is out of familiarity…but how similar the discipline master was to the teachers’ who have changed his life is making him with to edge more!

He should felt rage the man for being overly homophobic and his jobs on how he was only a quarter Chinese…but for some reason, he doesn’t dislike the male…but rather-

“And while it is of the norm, ordinarily so to only best each other by a small margin, it nevertheless is the driving force to ensure we always remain on TOP!”

He wanted to beat the man at his own game! The 32 year old studied overtime despite his education and work in order to ensure he would eventually overtake the male.

It was in his blood after all, he was half Chinese. With a darker hair colour, a naturally tanned ethnicity and thinner eyes, it was clear that he had other stuff in his blood.

Which was why he was raised overseas, in order to adopt the culture from his grandparents yeah…the Straight A mentality passed down from generations.

And he absolutely thrived in it.

Excelling in his grades without fail, little to no distractions as he simply focused on being the TOP of his kind. Raised in such a competitive yet thriving environment, it wasn’t surprising that a man such as himself eventually followed and adopted the behaviours and culture of the men around him.

Their deceptively casual yet serious lingo, their various festivals and rules to abide by. Being a permanent resident, it was a necessity to do so, to behave like them! And especially the physical trainings of some men, and their utmost dedication to serve their country…HIS country.

“Of course, for the lucky few of you, you will join our ranks as someone of authority, just like the rest of us.”

Mr Keith smirked. Having an incredible sense of pride in his dark grey suit jacket, having succeeded in his application in becoming an educator in Camp Christening despite being a foreigner in the country.

But with how inclusive they are to asians as a whole, it was no surprise that he had succeeded in the interview. Sure the school had some policies that were a little more straight-laced, but it was nothing compared to how much it made him feel at home.

“The camp so good ah…amen.”

Though speaking of camps, it did not make sense why he had such long hair. Having serviced in his country’s military for a couple of years meant he would have to CUT it short, which is why he had shorter hair way above his neck…and having these long hair extensions on his buttoned down

Though that being said, why were they there, it felt really inappropriate for a 33 year old man such as himself. While still churning below with his right, Mr Keith released his left hand momentarily from the salute.

Being part of the teachers disciplining community meant that he had to know when to take responsibility for something out of line. As he adjusted the dark strands underneath his thicker collar, pulling it without remorse as they firmly settled into a simple sleek tie.

Likewise, he gave a few quick tugs on the area around his trim waist, before giving his rump a big-

SMACK!

As the traditional leather belt solidified around his waist. Tightening alongside his exit, for he remained on TOP and not the bottom…even during moments where he bent over and received due discipline…

It felt good, an Asian man looking like a traditional husband of the family. Sure it was quite a ‘backwards mentality’ to have all that pride and arrogance over some old fashioned values from the early past…

That people dont appreciate because they feel like its not worth appreciating. Yeah, the younger generations just simply try to force their values on traditionalists such as himself!

What utter disrespect!

They’ve simply been brainwashed by society! They are the backwards ones! Not understanding the values of going to church, being A MAN, a good self-DISCIPLINE to set an example for others.

And yes, they pointed out he might be a little taller, which might be a burden…but its nothing he can’t handle-

“Regardless, all of you will conform to our camp values and not stand out…”

Mr Keith absolutely hated how tall he was at 6ft 2, no wonder Wallace picked on him so much! But then again, it must be those new shoes he wore, he definitely was just only a few centimetres above the professor..wait no, actually he was just tip-toeing trying to scold a couple of backsliding idiots just beyond the a fence!

In reality, he was just barely a 5ft 11!

His height may be considered much taller compared to most asians. But he is within the world’s average! Besides, between him and Wallace, it is clear which of the two of them is more grounded…even if there’s a slight margin of difference between them.

“Stand up STRAIGHT!”

Speaking of differences, they were rather similar weren’t they? They were both STRAIGHT-laced authoritative men after all!

Even that student Percy Sim remarked on that and called him Mr Wong once…oh lordy, was his rump covered in red hand prints from his disciplinary spanks.

“Its Mr Kei…ang! I look like Wallace to you isit?”

Comments such as… ‘But you two share so many of the same ideas!’ And ‘Yeah Prof, you guys are basically a match made in heaven!’ Was that man trying to fail his class?!

Unacceptable!

Just because Mr. Wong and himself share similar traits, values, ideas, viewpoints, traditions, disciplines, and structures does not mean they are at all alike!

He ought to have a word with his father later…the man ought to instil more DISCIPLINE in the his son!

“Men really need not to fool around in this day and age! I swear-!”

In the HEAT of the moment thinking about discipline, one upping the other asians and potential fatherhood, he SLAMMED his fist down on the table, the force knocking over the bottles.

“OI BEHAVE!”

Can’t let distractions distract him from his duty, not when his mentor is watching him!

Matured, responsible hands hurriedly scooping up the bottles that fell on the ground. Bending over, bigger and thicker thighs rubbing against the everyday clean-cut fabric of his pants, sending the engaged man over the edge.

Doubling down his sense of duty as aged authoritarian palms SLAMMED each bottle in order on the banquet table.

All except one, gripping it tighter than ever.

“Quench your thirst, brothers…”

“Wah…stop teasing me-testing me sio!”

He had to muster his courage…muster his…master…Masters in discipline! It was simply part of the program and regimen!

Churning his compact, father-hood now with his right as he unzipped his package below. Holding the bottle on the left while he fished out his prized rifle down below.

To know when to abstain…and when to multiply.

Cupping his long weapon, compacting it with a firm fatherly GRIP! Mandarin oranges below swelled in experience, complimenting his rod of average length yet prominent girth. Their prominent hardness tells him only one thing.

This is when he has to multiply…

“With thoughts of your lovely wife.”

“Walao Ehh!!!”

Lovely wife? A husband? HIM? Wasn’t he g…GHEY? HEY! NO WAY! He was straight! No wonder he followed those rules flawless, he was one of them! One with his kind!

Shoulders APART! His broad chest and back filling out his suit like a real Patriarch. Thick and prominent neck built for loud shouts and disciplinary commands across campus!

It was the way it was expected from a traditional man like him! Which was no surprise that equally conservative women liked it! A Man that can produce REAL discipline, especially in the bedroom.

But that being said, that didn’t mean the 38 year old Mr Kei-ang was married! Sure he was looking for a g…J…Janet, and loved that random chi…his lovely girlfriend. He wanted to BE a husband. HER HUSBAND! Which is why he had a ring on his ring digit!

LIKE HIS WIFE’S!

He…HE IS A HUSBAND! Her husband! Marrying her with her all those years back! It was a big deal for the whole family! A fellow patriarch and matriarch getting together in holy matrimony, and not to mention the incredible time they had in bed…full of disciplinary action…especially towards him.

“Ohhh lordy…”

“Remember our logo, brethren…as you complete your fellowship.”

“A…A-MEN!”

His nostrils flared, yet properly angular as his ordinarily good-looks remained unscarred. Unpierced smaller, average sized ear-lobes cause What? He gay isit? Only women do that! Refusing any semblance of understanding as to why would some men do that!

He understands Asian-diversity…but It contradicts his traditional beliefs! With that, retreating back to his skull were lengths and lengths of overly long hair, leaving the sides and back shaved and the top a simple side cut like his fellow educators. Simple, strict and orderly! The way he always presented himself, the way the board of education demands of him, the way him and his wife likes it!

Eyes barely widening, glued to his narrow minded views as he stuck to the broadcast with proper arrogance..licking his thin lips, rising to a malevolent surrounded by aftershave of a manly jaw. Reserved for scolding of asian-kind…and the kissing of his dear ol wife.

Taking a deep breath alongside the recording of Wallace, ready to HUFF N PUFF AND-

“SHOUT OUR SLOGAN MEN, STRAIGHT-.”

“A-TENSION!”

Mr Gareth Kang, the Singaporean disciplinary master came at full force, firing his throbbing rifle without restraint, setting loose thick wads of goo deep into the empty bottle without reservation.

Giving a few quick whacks to his fatherhood, he stuffed his shorter, thicker member back in suit pants and zipped it up. Dusting his jacket as glared around suspiciously, giving his bottle a good firm SHAKE! Before sliding in his bottle with the rest of the unfinished batch.

He’d make a gentle reminder to his juniors to fill up the rest of the ‘non-bubbling’ ones, as he smirkingly eyed his noble prized solution hidden within the batch, looking forward to meeting the lucky fellow that joins his fellow disciplinary masters in due time.

But for now…he has a very special, yet short meetup with his supervisor, as the slightly older man arrived on the dot of the hour.

“Wah…good speech Wallace.”

“Hmph don’t patronise me Gareth, you know its simply a textbook order for our future recruits to behave.”

And indeed it was, clean-cut and straight to the point, the kind of standard the 41 year old lives and breathes by.

They needed to hire people whose both an expert enforcers in disciplinary measures, yet knows how to live by those standards he himself sets. Which was no surprise Mr Gareth Kang, former army sergeant and 10 year disciplinarian, became part of the team.

With completely no-nonsense approach, feared and respected by colleagues and students alike. It was all part of his training, to discipline others the way he would like to be disciplined.

Even towards his superior, who expected nothing less from him.

“Sure sure Wallace, almost Late, video sent 12:15pm.”

“Incorrect, I have already sent you a copy of my preliminary speech, an hour earlier.”

Wallace pointed to the mobile device on the ground.

While Gareth did use a laptop, he saw no point in having a modern phone when his Brick one had been fine for centuries. It was such a waste of money! His older model could be thrown without cracking!

He only had this new phone due to the school’s insistence of giving him one. It was supposedly an older model, but still felt too new for his tastes. Not to mention how easily its screen cracked after a single throw at a rebellious student…

Sliding open the phone, now clearly seeing the red notification in his email, next to the Humblr and Calculator App. Strange, He could’ve sworn some fool downloaded many more useless applications prior, clouding the entire screen.

He just might have to question his sons about it…but regardless, as Mr Wong mentioned opening the app, was the video.

“As your supervisor, I thought you might have wanted to inspect it much sooner…being my RIGHT-hand man.”

Mr Gareth Kang smirked.

Indeed, they might have a heated rivalry, but they were both men. Brothers in arms and in the church. Colleagues who are extremely close and identical in terms of methods, teachings and background.

Which was no surprise that they easily figured out what makes the other reach maximum productivity, as they continued to aid one another through the most simplest of gestures.

Even a no-nonsense man like him felt that it was endearing.

“Wah, so kind of you!”

“Respect your elders, Gareth, a considerable distance in public.”

“Of Course, Wallace.”

Moving away from his superior. They were only a year apart, but he understood and respected the fella despite their un-spoken rivalry.

That being said, a man like him definitely knows how to subtly skirt the rules to his advantage, just like how he got with his wife.

Knowing how to get under the everyone’s skin! Both literally and figuratively. Every member of the Kang family had their expertise, and discipline was his. That was his calling, and why people kept calling him for his duties.

“Thought you sent it to a different Mr Kang...”

“Hmph…A Man like me wouldn’t be so careless to leak out confidential information!”

Bickering, comparing their fruitful endeavours throughout the morning with utter aggression mixed with respect. It was another routine between the two men, as their heated discussion trailed onto their commitments, their utmost dedication to their students, sunday gatherings, and how great their wives and family are.

Neither of them would admit it, but the two of them were essentially the same.

Knowing how to really appreciate the most ordinary of things while enforcing strict discipline in maintaining the generational tradition.

Indeed, which is why they always riled the other up, keeping the other scoffing beneath their attire without mercy as they selfishly withheld their A-MEN card in every topic, threading between the thin lines of respect and competition.

Arguing despite seeing eye to eye with the other, just so they will have a private game of pure straights…

“Mahjong, this Saturday weekend, in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Make it evening, Janet and the kids are visiting the grandparents in the morning.”

The two men shake hands vigorously, professional…yet with utmost fire as they smirked at each other cunningly, seeing eye to eye in their respective mirrors. Ready to one up the other without fault.

Unlike some of his more outgoing colleagues of other tribes, Mr Kang intends on pulling no stops to his fiercest rival in the workplace, something…while silent, is simply what both of them desire from the other.

A fierce authoritarian battle, between two asian men.

Releasing their firm handshake, they parted their ways, walking in opposite directions. They have their own respective tasks before the announcement later, being the main two authorities in charge of it.

There is much more discipline to be done, a bunch of students to be yelled at and ordered to be in attendance at the auditorium, and many more bottles to be prepared.

Why were there so little bottles prepared ah? He ought to cane the fella who he put in charge of this…give him a good whack behind…wait! Whacking! Wah…He almost forgot!

“Oi!”

Calling out to his authoritarian in crime, he had remembered that he had left the most important thing back in their previous venue!

Punishment for insubordination in losing the mahjong game…and a necessary tool in order to ensure maximum production and discipline for their cause.

Whipping men into shape, something neither got tired off regardless of whether they are on the giving, or receiving end. In which both Mr Gareth Kang and Mr Wallace Wong would be more than happy to give at a moment’s notice.

After all, a man can only enforce as much as he receives…

“Bring the belts Ah!”

#gay to straight #mental change #g2s #personality change #racial change #lib to cons #jock #dumber #christian #camp christening #Straight A-tension #age progression tf

[alwaysbewoke]

An FBI memo dated November 29, 1968 described a letter that the L.A FBI office intended to mail to the Black Panther Party office. The letter. was made to appear as if it had come from the Us Organization, describing fictitious plans by Us to ambush BPP. The FBI memo stated that "It is hoped this counterintelligence measure will result in an 'Us' and BPP vendetta." —At a Black Student Union meeting at UCLA's Campbell Hall on January 17, 1969, Bunchy and John, another BPP member, were heard making derogatory comments about Karenga, the founder of Organization Us. Other versions mention a heated argument between Organization Us members and Panther Elaine Brown. An altercation ensued during which Carter and Huggins were shot to death. BPP members originally insisted that the event was a planned assassination, claiming that there was a prior agreement that no guns would be brought to the meeting, that BPP members were not armed, and that Organization Us members were. Organization Us members maintained the meeting was a spontaneous event. Former BPP deputy minister of defense Geronimo Pratt, Carter’s head of security at the time, later stated that rather than a conspiracy, the UCLA incident was a spontaneous shootout. The person who allegedly shot Carter and Huggins, Claude Hubert, was never found. During the Church Committee hearings in 1975, evidence came to light that under the COINTELPRO actions, FBI agents had deliberately fanned flames of division and enmity between the BPP and Org US. Death threats and humiliating cartoons created by the FBI were sent to each group, made to look as if they originated with the other group, with the explicit intention of inciting deadly violence Following the UCLA incident, brothers George and Larry Stiner and Donald Hawkins turned themselves in to the police, who had issued warrants for their arrests. They were convicted for conspiracy to commit murder and two counts of second-degree murder, based on testimony given by BPP members. The Stiner brothers both received life sentences and Hawkins served time in California’s Youth Authority Detention.

#COINTELPRO #FBI manipulation #Black Panther Party #Organization Us #UCLA incident #political assassinations #racial tensions #government surveillance #counterintelligence operations #Church Committee hearings #law enforcement misconduct #conspiracy theories #historical injustice #racism #white supremacy

[omi-papus]

Dr Alan: I am truly not intimidated by another one of you people holding a firearm up to me. You americans seriously need to innovate on your intimidation tactics.

Robin: I can read

Dr Alan:

#yhea theres a racial tension aspect to this obviously #he thought that he could show up and be hot shit but wasnt prepared for the power of generational spite #subnautica #subnautica below zero #robin ayou #al-an #al an #al an x robin #wild west au

[icebrooding]

Some pics of Aileana (with her hubby ;v;) in her various Pale Reaver getup.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #my screenshots #aileana celyn #laranthir of the wild #poor carys just straight up vanished after core so i have to assume she died in the crash :pensive: #so assuming the PR weren't disbanded due to racial tension then Aileana in her canon would end up taking over in Laranthir's stead #since he was only temporarily taking command

[sylvaridreams]

somebody's gotta go up against charr wall. and that somebody's gonna be a bunch of maids.

#i was among those without the serve emoji but i like to think alba can serve in other ways. #<- no he can't. #love that we're like diagonal to the edge of the rug. maids can't do anything straight i guess. #alba #this made racial tensions worsen! yippee yahoo hip hip hooray! war wins! #i have like 12 screenshots of just maids in the maid wall. sorry for who i am as a person i guess. #vsartparty

[reiverreturns]

behold, the saving grace of tokyo drift and the only reason you need to watch this film. a man who lives for the drama. a snack connoisseur. will willingly let a teenager wreck his very fancy and very custom drift car just because he kind of wants to see how this petty rivalry bullshit plays out. he is unbothered and his pores are clean. everyone say thank you han.

#han seoul-oh is the only character ever actually #god this movie isn't shit until han arrives #just snackin and vibin and judging the one boy from alabama who appears totally oblivious to the concept of racial tension #fast and furious: tokyo drift #reiverwatches