|—||Cecelia Ahern, The Book of Tomorrow (via chashmodai)|
On the topic of reproductive rights
Brittany, 28, Colorado
I was 21 when a routine physical showed that I was pregnant. I fainted when I found out. I was on the Depo-Provera shot and in a committed relationship. I was also going to college, working full time and decided to end the pregnancy. I wasn’t ready physically, emotionally or financially to be a parent. I spoke to a woman at the clinic who asked if I needed an escort from my car on the day of my appointment. My aunt and best friend were accompanying me, so I said no. But then she told me to call if I was having trouble. I asked, “Why?” She paused and said, “Just please call if you are having any issues.”
I was the first appointment that day and noticed a few men, all in their 50s or 60s, milling around the parking lot when we pulled in. Once we got out of the car, one made a beeline for us with a fistful of pamphlets. My aunt said, “Thanks, but no thanks,” and he got irate, screaming, “How can you do this? You’re killing your baby to continue on your whore lifestyle, you jezebel!’ Suddenly we were surrounded by five other men — that’s when the baby-doll parts starting hitting us.
They had a box filled with torn apart baby dolls covered with red paint. All three of us were hit — in the head, chest, torso. As they were pelting us, they yelled, “This is what you’re doing to your baby! Look at the street! It’s strewn with the blood of your baby. That’s your baby scattered across the street!” It was surreal and terrifying at once. And we still had to cross a wide street to enter the clinic. Then they shouted at my aunt, “Grandma, why are you letting her do this? Tell her to give her baby up for adoption!” My aunt responded, “First of all, I’m not old enough to be a grandma. Second, come talk to me when you have a uterus and a vagina.”
I thought I’d feel better once inside the clinic. But as I sat in the waiting area, I could hear every single girl get out of her car and do that walk of shame. That was the worst part of the day. When the doctor pulled up later that morning, there was such a frenzy the building almost shook. I heard them shouting, “Murderer!” and “Butcher!” and my heart started racing all over again.
I was the first to see the doctor. After he went over the procedure with me, he asked, “Do you have any questions?” I said, “Are they going to be there when I leave? — not, “Is there any pain?” or “How long will it take to recover?” He said, “No. After I arrive, they disperse.” That was true, and I was grateful. I would have stayed until they left. I couldn’t go through that again.
But there was one good thing the protesters did that morning: They convinced me I was making the right decision. I bet every single woman inside that waiting room felt the same way, even though none of us spoke. We’d all just been through the most heinous experience, but there was a feeling of quiet satisfaction among this group of women amidst the horror. I thought, “If I can make it through that, I can make it through the rest of this day.”
|—||6 Women on Their Terrifying, Infuriating Encounters With Abortion Clinic Protesters - Cosmopolitan (via iamnotafeministtbh)|
Not sure exactly what this mother said before entering the taxi, but the boy was repeating, “…pero Mamá, estos negros no se ven peligrosos. No se ven peligrosos como me dijiste Mamá” as he tried unsuccessfully to shush him. (“…but Mom, these black men don’t look dangerous. They don’t look dangerous like you told me, Mom.”)
-As told by Alex Hardy, AfroPanamanian-American expat living in Panama City, Panama.
A typical story of daily treatment of Afrodescendants in Latin America.
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(As a lesbian I have no race, my own people disclaim me; but I am all races because there is the queer of me in all races.)
I am cultureless because, as a feminist, I challenge the collective culture/religious male-derived beliefs of Indio-Hispanics and Anglos;
Yet I am cultured because I am participating in the creation of yet another culture, a new story story to explain the world and our participation in it, a new value system with images and symbols that connect us to each other and to the planet.
|—||Gloria Anzaldua in Borderlands (via tortillapower)|
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Juror #8 Creshuna Miles From Michael Dunn Trial Speaks Out
Creshuna: “I honestly think [Michael Dunn] is a good guy. […] Everybody is making this a white and black thing. And it’s not.”
Interviewer: “If this case wasn’t about race, what was it about?”
Creshuna: [hesitantly] “It was about…justice…Umm…I…”
Jordan Davis’ mother and father stated the following after seeing her segment:
Dad: “Before you even met Jordan, before you even looked at Jordan, looked at his clothes or anything else, you heard rap music, and so you assume it’s all African-Americans in the car, and you said, ‘I hate that thug music.’ So it is about race.”
Mom: “I think she didn’t want it to be about race. I think she really hoped that that was not an element of it. But it’s always been an element of what happened in our case.”
Dad: ”In my mind nice guys don’t shoot unarmed teenagers. That tells me she wasn’t paying attention to the testimony. When Miss Rouer testified, he never said that there was a weapon in the car. No gun, no stick, bottle, anything. And he drove to the hotel, ate pizza, drove back to his home the next day. Not one time did he say there was a weapon, and who would do that? If someone threatened you with a shotgun you would tell the closest person to you … [He] never said one word, never dialed 911. That doesn’t sound like a good person.”
Everytime Creshuna stated her delusional, “post-racial” views, it further clarified why they made her a juror.
fucking stop it with acting like florida is the only state with stand your ground. this image is from 2012. (it’s also from this article from mother jones: http://m.motherjones.com/mojo/2012/03/nra-trayvon-martin)
Rinku Sen discussing the Michael Dunn case on the Melissa Harris-Perry Show
Damn, that hits me square in the heart…