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Read the rest of this. It’s fantastic advice.

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If you’re lesbian and you fall for a guy
FINE
If you’re gay and you fall for a woman
FINE
If you’re bisexual and you have a preference for girls
FINE
If you’re bisexual and you have a preference for guys
FINE
If you’re pansexual and have a preference
FINE
What’s not fine is telling someone they can’t love another person because it doesn’t fit into the confinements of a label. 
Ain’t nobody got time for that.

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barackobama:

This has been making the rounds (h/t @rnerd). What’s your reason?

Birmingham, Alabama, and the Civil Rights Movement in 1963

The Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in Birmingham was used as a meeting-place for civil rights leaders such as Martin Luther King, Ralph David Abernathy and Fred Shutterworth. Tensions became high when the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) and the Congress on Racial Equality (CORE) became involved in a campaign to register African American to vote in Birmingham.

On Sunday, 15th September, 1963, a white man was seen getting out of a white and turquoise Chevrolet car and placing a box under the steps of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. Soon afterwards, at 10.22 a.m., the bomb exploded killing Denise McNair (11), Addie Mae Collins (14), Carole Robertson (14) and Cynthia Wesley (14). The four girls had been attending Sunday school classes at the church. Twenty-three other people were also hurt by the blast.

Civil rights activists blamed George Wallace, the Governor of Alabama, for the killings. Only a week before the bombing he had told the New York Times that to stop integration Alabama needed a “few first-class funerals.”

A witness identified Robert Chambliss, a member of the Ku Klux Klan, as the man who placed the bomb under the steps of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. He was arrested and charged with murder and possessing a box of 122 sticks of dynamite without a permit. On 8th October, 1963, Chambliss was found not guilty of murder and received a hundred-dollar fine and a six-month jail sentence for having the dynamite.

The case was unsolved until Bill Baxley was elected attorney general of Alabama. He requested the original Federal Bureau of Investigation files on the case and discovered that the organization had accumulated a great deal of evidence against Chambliss that had not been used in the original trial.

In November, 1977 Chambliss was tried once again for the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church bombing. Now aged 73, Chambliss was found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment. Chambliss died in an Alabama prison on 29th October, 1985.

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fakendnz:

Stereotypes. Racism. Romanticism. Not the real Native Americans.

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bannockandbutter:

To the Indigenous woman,

I am sorry we have not fought harder for you. 

 For the woman and her baby left for dead by the police in her home, while they gave a ride to her attacker back to his house.

To the girlfriend punched in her pregnant stomach, to the wife who took the beatings so her kids wouldn’t have to, to the daughter who found a man as abusive as her dad, to the co-ed who will never go to the nine again, to the restraining order, as strong as the paper it is made from, and to the shelter with not enough beds, I give:

one thousand sweats for rape victims, 1000 doctorings for husbands, 1000  prayer ties for courage, 1000 meetings for silence, 1000 songs for patience, and 1000 fires, for enough light to fill a room, to reflect off a mirror the size of the moon, just so we can see ourselves for what we are - complicit.

Do I dare you to protect them Mr. President.

I dare you to make laws for them, senators and representatives.

I dare you to try and stop me tribal leaders.

I dare you to go look for me police officer.

For every 1000 Native women in your district, 330 of them will be sexually assaulted; 88% of the perpetrators will be non Native and every piece of every legislation needs a champion, but not all champions are leaders and not all leaders are men, just like not all kisses are wanted and not all laws are consensual.

They trespass her body, just like they trespass this land. In the corner of a hut home, in the backseat of a car, in a court room in every hall of every government, we fail them.

The terrorist threat is in the same house, in the same car,  goes to the same school and works at the same job and the threat ten times more likely to murder her most likely to murder her than anyone else.

This war is at home, living room battle grounds, bathroom infirmaries, back seat trenches, fists like tanks, sex like a war trophy. Under treaties of silence she whispered to me, please, please stop.

I am your wife. I’m your sister. I’m your mother. I’m your daughter.

You were supposed to protect me. You’re supposed to be a warrior.

Protect me from you, from him, from all of them. 

Tell that you’ve got daughters.

Tell me that you don’t want this for them.

Tell me that you won’t joke about this with your friends. 

Tell me that you won’t forget that we talked.

Tell me that you will do something - do something

- Written and performed by the 1491s, in partnership with the Indian Law Resource Centre

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