Women aged 15-44 are more likely to be maimed or die from male violence than cancer, malaria, traffic accidents, and war combined."
Feminist talk at Students For Liberty’s 2013 Austin Regional Conference and why feminism is not outdated (via cuntcastle)
& some women - women of color, trans women, disabled women, poor women - are MUCH more likely to experience violence than white/cis/abled/class privileged women (and marginalized women have less recourse in the legal system to have anything done about the violence done to them.)
All women exist in a culture with a specter of violence surrounding them at every turn, but let’s not let aggregate level statistics allow us to believe that we face equal risks.
but no no, feminism is no longer relevant, amirite?
I’ve no reason not to believe this, but I’d still like to see a source.
It’s a figure released by the UN in 2007. (x)
On This Day in 2011: December 10 — Mustafa Tamimi succumbs to his wounds after being shot directly in the face with a tear gas canister from close range by an Israeli soldier during a demonstration in Nabi Saleh the previous day. He was 28.
Photo: Mustafa Tamimi. (Credit: ActiveStills)
Witnesses say the soldier was less than ten meters away when he fired, causing severe damage to the orbital region of Tamimi’s face.
“Half of his face was destroyed, pretty much. It looked really, really bad and he lost a lot of blood,” said Lazar Simeonov, a photographer that was in the village at the time. “I am not sure he will make it.”
Ola Tamimi, Mustafa’s sister, is seen in the third photo just after her brother was shot.
Family and friends of Tamimi found no comfort the next day, funeral day, when the Israeli army fired tear gas on some of the mourners, beat unarmed demonstrators, and arrested seven activists (bottom two photos). Jonathan Pollak, an Israeli activist and close friend of Tamimi had to be carried away after he was choked unconscious by an Israeli soldier. Thousands lined Ramallah’s streets for the procession.
Photo: Ola Tamimi weeping on the day of her brother’s funeral, Ramallah. (Credit: @iRevolt)
Demonstrations in Nabi Saleh have been taking place for three years now, protesting against the theft of Palestinian land in the form of the nearby illegal Israeli settlement of Halamish and a water spring belonging to Palestinians that Israeli settlers have occupied for themselves, an action the Israeli government supports.
More from Nabi Saleh:
- Israeli military spokesperson mocks dead protester
- Protester shot by Israeli soldier in leg with live ammunition
- Israeli soldier shoots 14-year-old in face, creates hole [graphic]
- French woman hit by Israeli fire, bleeds profusely [graphic]
Photos: Haim Scwarczenberg / Lazar Simeonov / Anne Paq / Lazar Simeonov / Anne Paq / AP
“Sometimes my wife and I can’t go to sleep and we stay awake the whole night crying and comforting one another. It’s not good to keep crying and mourning our son the martyr. I keep telling my wife we must be strong, this is a blessing, an honor to have a martyred son, but sometimes I feel like I don’t believe what I’m saying and my heart feels so heavy with grief.” He looked at me wearily, but not fatalistically, I convinced myself. “Thank God for everything.”
Update: Two years later, Israel’s Military Advocate General rules no regulations were breached when a soldier fatally shot Mustafa Tamimi with tear gas from close range. This decision sends Israeli soldiers and officers the unequivocal message that, should they kill unarmed civilians, they will not be held accountable. (via +972mag - Read full article)
Dear revisionists, Mandela will never, ever be your minstrel. Over the next few days you will try so, so hard to make him something he was not, and you will fail. You will try to smooth him, to sandblast him, to take away his Malcolm X. You will try to hide his anger from view. Right now, you are anxiously pacing the corridors of your condos and country estates, looking for the right words, the right tributes, the right-wing tributes. You will say that Mandela was not about race. You will say that Mandela was not about politics. You will say that Mandela was about nothing but one love, you will try to reduce him to a lilting reggae tune. “Let’s get together, and feel alright.” Yes, you will do that.
You will make out that apartheid was just some sort of evil mystical space disease that suddenly fell from the heavens and settled on all of us, had us all, black or white, in its thrall, until Mandela appeared from the ether to redeem us. You will try to make Mandela a Magic Negro and you will fail. You will say that Mandela stood above all for forgiveness whilst scuttling swiftly over the details of the perversity that he had the grace to forgive.
You will try to make out that apartheid was some horrid spontaneous historical aberration, and not the logical culmination of centuries of imperial arrogance. Yes, you will try that too. You will imply or audaciously state that its evils ended the day Mandela stepped out of jail. You will fold your hands and say the blacks have no-one to blame now but themselves.
Well, try hard as you like, and you’ll fail. Because Mandela was about politics and he was about race and he was about freedom and he was even about force, and he did what he felt he had to do and given the current economic inequality in South Africa he might even have died thinking he didn’t do nearly enough of it. And perhaps the greatest tragedy of Mandela’s life isn’t that he spent almost thirty years jailed by well-heeled racists who tried to shatter millions of spirits through breaking his soul, but that there weren’t or aren’t nearly enough people like him.
Because that’s South Africa now, a country long ago plunged headfirst so deep into the sewage of racial hatred that, for all Mandela’s efforts, it is still retching by the side of the swamp. Just imagine if Cape Town were London. Imagine seeing two million white people living in shacks and mud huts along the M25 as you make your way into the city, where most of the biggest houses and biggest jobs are occupied by a small, affluent to wealthy group of black people. There are no words for the resentment that would still simmer there.
Nelson Mandela was not a god, floating elegantly above us and saving us. He was utterly, thoroughly human, and he did all he did in spite of people like you. There is no need to name you because you know who you are, we know who you are, and you know we know that too. You didn’t break him in life, and you won’t shape him in death. You will try, wherever you are, and you will fail.
Image accompanying recording: The New Yorker cover, issue date Dec. 16, 2013. Copyright of Kadir Nelson (http://www.kadirnelson.com/).
ashe. ashe. ashe. ashe. ashe. ashe. ashe.
Given the fact that the majority of prisoners are poor people and/or people of color, and that the majority of prisoners are convicted of non-violent crimes such as drug use/sales and/or theft, etc., this is a crime against humanity.
Moreover, the for-profit private prison industry is one of the fastest growing in America. That means that already-super-rich investors and owners make millions of dollars off of super-exploited slave labor in the prisons. This is an outrage. It is the intersection of racism, capitalism, and repression and it is a blight on the U.S. and the human species.