forth

So anyway, I was having this argument with my father about Martin Luther King and how his message was too conservative compared to Malcolm X’s message. My father got really angry at me. It wasn’t that he disliked Malcolm X, but his point was that Malcolm X hadn’t accomplished anything as Dr. King had.

I was kind of sarcastic and asked something like, so what did Martin Luther King accomplish other than giving his “I have a dream speech.”

Before I tell you what my father told me, I want to digress. Because at this point in our amnesiac national existence, my question pretty much reflects the national civic religion view of what Dr. King accomplished. He gave this great speech. Or some people say, “he marched.” I was so angry at Mrs. Clinton during the primaries when she said that Dr. King marched, but it was LBJ who delivered the Civil Rights Act.

At this point, I would like to remind everyone exactly what Martin Luther King did, and it wasn’t that he “marched” or gave a great speech.

My father told me with a sort of cold fury, “Dr. King ended the terror of living in the south.”

Please let this sink in and and take my word and the word of my late father on this. If you are a white person who has always lived in the U.S. and never under a brutal dictatorship, you probably don’t know what my father was talking about.

But this is what the great Dr. Martin Luther King accomplished. Not that he marched, nor that he gave speeches.

He ended the terror of living as a black person, especially in the south.

I’m guessing that most of you, especially those having come fresh from seeing The Help, may not understand what this was all about. But living in the south (and in parts of the midwest and in many ghettos of the north) was living under terrorism.

It wasn’t that black people had to use a separate drinking fountain or couldn’t sit at lunch counters, or had to sit in the back of the bus.

You really must disabuse yourself of this idea. Lunch counters and buses were crucial symbolic planes of struggle that the civil rights movement used to dramatize the issue, but the main suffering in the south did not come from our inability to drink from the same fountain, ride in the front of the bus or eat lunch at Woolworth’s.

It was that white people, mostly white men, occasionally went berserk, and grabbed random black people, usually men, and lynched them. You all know about lynching. But you may forget or not know that white people also randomly beat black people, and the black people could not fight back, for fear of even worse punishment.

This constant low level dread of atavistic violence is what kept the system running. It made life miserable, stressful and terrifying for black people.

White people also occasionally tried black people, especially black men, for crimes for which they could not conceivably be guilty. With the willing participation of white women, they often accused black men of “assault,” which could be anything from rape to not taking off one’s hat, to “reckless eyeballing.”

This is going to sound awful and perhaps a stain on my late father’s memory, but when I was little, before the civil rights movement, my father taught me many, many humiliating practices in order to prevent the random, terroristic, berserk behavior of white people. The one I remember most is that when walking down the street in New York City side by side, hand in hand with my hero-father, if a white woman approached on the same sidewalk, I was to take off my hat and walk behind my father, because he had been taught in the south that black males for some reason were supposed to walk single file in the presence of any white lady.

This was just one of many humiliating practices we were taught to prevent white people from going berserk.

I remember a huge family reunion one August with my aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around my grandparents’ vast breakfast table laden with food from the farm, and the state troopers drove up to the house with a car full of rifles and shotguns, and everyone went kind of weirdly blank. They put on the masks that black people used back then to not provoke white berserkness. My strong, valiant, self-educated, articulate uncles, whom I adored, became shuffling, Step-N-Fetchits to avoid provoking the white men. Fortunately the troopers were only looking for an escaped convict. Afterward, the women, my aunts, were furious at the humiliating performance of the men, and said so, something that even a child could understand.

This is the climate of fear that Dr. King ended.

If you didn’t get taught such things, let alone experience them, I caution you against invoking the memory of Dr. King as though he belongs exclusively to you and not primarily to African Americans.

The question is, how did Dr. King do this—and of course, he didn’t do it alone.

(Of all the other civil rights leaders who helped Dr. King end this reign of terror, I think the most under appreciated is James Farmer, who founded the Congress of Racial Equality and was a leader of nonviolent resistance, and taught the practices of nonviolent resistance.)

So what did they do?

They told us: Whatever you are most afraid of doing vis-a-vis white people, go do it. Go ahead down to city hall and try to register to vote, even if they say no, even if they take your name down.

Go ahead sit at that lunch counter. Sue the local school board. All things that most black people would have said back then, without exaggeration, were stark raving insane and would get you killed.

If we do it all together, we’ll be okay.

They made black people experience the worst of the worst, collectively, that white people could dish out, and discover that it wasn’t that bad. They taught black people how to take a beating—from the southern cops, from police dogs, from fire department hoses. They actually coached young people how to crouch, cover their heads with their arms and take the beating. They taught people how to go to jail, which terrified most decent people.

And you know what? The worst of the worst, wasn’t that bad.

Once people had been beaten, had dogs sicced on them, had fire hoses sprayed on them, and been thrown in jail, you know what happened?

These magnificent young black people began singing freedom songs in jail.

That, my friends, is what ended the terrorism of the south. Confronting your worst fears, living through it, and breaking out in a deep throated freedom song. The jailers knew they had lost when they beat the crap out of these young Negroes and the jailed, beaten young people began to sing joyously, first in one town then in another. This is what the writer, James Baldwin, captured like no other writer of the era.

Please let this sink in. It wasn’t marches or speeches. It was taking a severe beating, surviving and realizing that our fears were mostly illusory and that we were free.

Daily Kos :: Most of you have no idea what Martin Luther King actually did (via guerrillamamamedicine)


blinking-red-light:

"We heard a little girl… GOT SERIOUSLY BURNED!"


ran-duhm:could i ask for both blog profiles SPN n OUAT? plz?? if not can you pick one bcuz i cannot! umm you can call me Bambs, i'm a chubby, tall, sarcastic lover of writing and stories. Ship me with whoever!

padaleckhi:

Of course!

name: bambs

title: royal | witch | fairy | pirate | human

weapon: fairy dust | a hook | shotgun | true love’s kiss | magic

transportation: the yellow bug | the jolly rodger | portal travel | flying | motorcycle

shipped with: i will ship you with snow because i think your sarcasm would balance out her lack of it and you two would make a great pair :)

blog compliment: your posts are awesome!

name: bambs

species: angel | demon | shapeshifter | werewolf | hunter

weapon: angel blade | ruby’s knife | the colt | telekinesis | the first blade

transportation: the impala | teleportation | motorcycle | walking | time travel

shipped with: dean! your personalities would totally go together well and you two would be awesome in saving people and hunting things :)

blog compliment: i also love your icon :)


[just finishing up the ones in my inbox! i’ve got like, 50 of them to do as of right now oops]



August 17 | 11:59 | 3♥ | padaleckhi

“put some honey and sea water by your bed. acknowledge that your being needs sweetness and cleansing. that it is sore. that you are soft.”

nayyirah waheed (via creatingaquietmind)


major0taku:

18moptop:

Mikoshiba’s cute crush on Gou.

HURRY AND TAKE THE ONE STRAIGHT MAN WHILE YOU CAN GIRL

^THAT COMMENT JUST MADE THIS POST SO MUCH BETTER


August 17 | 5:33 | 45418♥ | viria | shizutanii

witchlingfumbles:

allthingshyper:

shadowstep-of-bast:

hate-my-human:

secretcallgirl:

kokilax:

randomizeyourmind:

Rape has become endemic in South Africa, so a medical technician named Sonette Ehlers developed a product that immediately gathered national attention there. Ehlers had never forgotten a rape victim telling her forlornly, “If only I had teeth down there.

Some time afterward, a man came into the hospital where Ehlers works in excruciating pain because his penis was stuck in his pants zipper.

Ehlers merged those images and came up with a product she called Rapex. It resembles a tube, with barbs inside. The woman inserts it like a tampon, with an applicator, and any man who tries to rape the woman impales himself on the barbs and must go to an emergency room to have the Rapex removed.

When critics complained that it was a medieval punishment, Ehlers replied tersely, “A medieval device for a medieval deed.” 

- Half the Sky, Nicholas Kristof

REBLOGGING THIS. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

A medieval device for a medieval deed - yes.

This is perfect

BLESS THIS PERSON

I BOW TO THIS INTENTION

Can we talk about how beautifully this turns rape culture on its head? Instead of “If they weren’t dressed like that they wouldn’t have been raped” THIS IS LITERALLY “IF THEY HADN’T TRIED TO RAPE SOMEONE THEY  WOULDN’T HAVE SPIKES IN THEIR DICK”*


ophelies:

persephone speaks, by a.c.

"he calls me his lady
but he knows
i am a queen.”


monosexuals:

What he says: how do u know when lesbian sex is over???

What he means: I’ve never given a woman an orgasm ever in my life


theappleppielifestyle:

jellicle-ball:

branstarked:

spuzz:

I want a story about Brooklyn residents and their POV after Steve moves back and is an Avenger and fighting and then coming home to Brooklyn and everyone simultaneously unphased and blasé but also alternately super protective and proud of their hometown hero.

And like Steve is just there and he’s a neighbor and a helper and a participant in block parties and spaghetti dinner fundraisers and checks in on the elderly and carries boxes and furniture for people and helps with neighborhood watch and teaches self defense classes and speaks at the schools.

And when he’s fighting and the fighting comes to Brooklyn or people are targeting Cap and everyone is like out on the street with baseball bats and yelling and being super protective and Steve is just like what are you doing are you out of your minds go back into your homes and stay safe and the people of Brooklyn are like fuck no, we are going to help you whether you like it or not. This is our home and you’re OUR kid. Brooklyn born and bred, that shit doesn’t leave you. And you’re not leaving US again.

#BROOKLYNITES ACTIVELY STOPPING PAPARAZZI FROM TAKING SHOTS AT CAP WHILE HE’S JUST LIKE IN FUCKING STARBUCKS OR SOME SHIT? #and there’s a pap across the street and this lady with a baby carriage bumps into the pap just as he’s taking his shot #”not here” she tells him in a quiet voice #and the pap looks around and EVERYONE on the street is giving him dirty looks #home sweet home #captain america #steve rogers #do you ever cry

#this makes me so happy #because then Bucky’s back right? #cripes you think they’re protective of Steve #imagine the collective wrath of Brooklyn whenever someone starts trying to paint Bucky Barnes as a Bad Guy (tm) #like a radio show is talking shi t#and suddenly they are just swamped with calls from angry Brooklyn folks #wanting to know if they like having front teeth (via bonesbuckleup)


"Many people refuse to accept me as one of them. I have to prove to them that I can be useful. That’s the only way they’ll accept that my life has meaning."


August 14 | 8:45 | 10799♥ | yumaken | houtarouh

gvoot:

because we all need dancing baby groot on our blogs.


August 14 | 8:41 | 17146♥ | weaponizedwit | gvoot

ofools:

giant demon bf and smaller human gf sort out their differences like adults


August 13 | 8:00 | 1531♥ | ofools
SML