In the past month 300 girls in Nigeria were abducted to be sold as sex slaves because “education for women is evil,” a girl in Connecticut got stabbed after telling a boy “no” when asked if she’d go to prom with him, and now some self-proclaimed “supreme gentlemen” went on a misogynistic, mass-murdering rampage because girls didn’t want to sleep with him.
How the fuck could anyone possibly still think that we don’t need feminism.
“My brain is only a receiver, in the Universe there is a core from which we obtain knowledge, strength and inspiration. I have not penetrated into the secrets of this core, but I know that it exists.”—Nikola Tesla (via misscannabliss)
Raised in a conservative Mennonite home in rural Ohio, Katie Landry was a sheltered kid. She hadn’t even held hands with a boy when, at age 19, she says her supervisor at her summer job raped her. Two years later, and desperate for help, she reported the abuse to the dean of students at her college.
“He goes, ‘Well, there’s always a sin under other sin. There’s a root sin,’” Landry remembers. “And he said, ‘We have to find the sin in your life that caused your rape.’ And I just ran.”
Landry ended up dropping out of college, and didn’t tell anyone else for five years.
Her college was Bob Jones University in Greenville, S.C., the flagship campus of American fundamentalism, which teaches a literal interpretation of the Bible and separation from the world. Last year, BJU hired a watchdog group to investigate how it may have failed victims of sexual abuse. The so-called “fortress of faith,” one of the most closed-off Christian colleges in America, was finally opening itself up.
In an America Tonight investigation, five former students detailed similar and scarring treatment at the hands of BJU faculty. They spoke of a larger culture that heaped on shame and pushed them to silence — one focused on purity and reputation, and insistent on unquestioning obedience. But most damaging was how, through the language of Scripture, victims say they were told that their sins had brought on their rapes, that their trauma meant they were fighting God and that healing came from forgiving their rapists.
The women interviewed for this article attended BJU during the course of three different decades – from the early 1990s to the 2010s – and none of them have fully recovered.
At its national conference over June 7-9, the Socialist Alliance adopted an amendment to its Charter of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Rights, which stated that it does not support Constitutional recognition in the current form put forward by the government and the Reconciliation Australia initiative Recognise.
The policy now states that Constitutional recognition must be accompanied by sovereignty, land rights and a treaty.
Callum Clayton-Dixon, Anaywan Nation, wrote in Brisbane Blacks Monthly in 2012 that the proposed constitutional reform has “very little reference to what constitutional recognition will actually do for indigenous people”.
He asked whether reform would be a “step forward, or just another hollow formality?”
The Socialist Alliance policy says justice for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people must begin with a “frank and full acknowledgement of the fact that ‘White Australia has a Black history’,” and a determination to make amends wherever possible.
It calls for:
• Constitutional recognition of the sovereignty of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people as the original and ongoing inhabitants of the land, and the negotiation of a treaty or binding agreement enshrining the rights of Indigenous people in law.
• Full reparation for the Stolen Generations.
• Full implementation of the recommendations of the 1997 National Inquiry into the Separation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Children from their Families (the Bringing Them Home report).
• Full and immediate compensation for the stolen wages and for traditional lands ravaged by mining.
• Full implementation of the recommendations of the 1991 Royal Commission into Aboriginal Deaths in Custody.
The constitutional recognition model that is being promoted by the government and Recognise includes:
• Remove Section 25 – which says Australian states can ban people from voting based on their race;
• Remove section 51(xxvi) – which can be used to pass laws that discriminate against people based on race;
• Insert new section 51A — to recognise Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples and to preserve the Australian government’s ability to pass laws for the benefit of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples;
• Insert new section 116A, banning racial discrimination by government; and
• Insert new section 127A, recognising Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander languages were the country’s first tongues, while confirming that English is Australia’s national language.
I didn’t pass the bar, which means I have to take it again in Feb. Not really looking forward to that but I’ll def handle round two.
I also haven’t found a job yet, which is a bit disheartening. I went to school to have a job in the legal field and I’m back working at the mall… part time. So I can’t even afford to move into my own place right now.
Not that where I’m at is bad. I’m actually really blessed right now. My family is letting me figure stuff out slowly and it really helps to know that they’re not in a hurry to have me move out.
So in the mean time… I’ve been playing housewife. Its not as boring as I always thought it would be. Its actually really time consuming. I drop of the youngest at school in the morning, clean the house, go grocery shopping, and make dinner. It keeps me busy and I get a chance to be useful instead of just sitting in my room all day.
The kids tend to like my cooking and I like looking up new recipes. They like my baking too.
I’ve also been crafting like a motherfucker. I taught myself how to crochet and I’ve taken up knitting again. So that keeps me occupied. I’ve also been drawing a lot which is really easy to get lost in.
But I can’t just do that all day everyday… I really have to get out and have some adventures or something. I’ve also go to find a real job… preferably in the legal field, but it seems like that’s not happening right now.
Its still really reassuring that I can do whatever I want. So I tend to spend most of the day doing crafty things.
I’ve been thinking about signing up with a temp agency and doing some volunteer work… I need to meet more people and get out of the house.
For several decades, private agencies, including the International Planned Parenthood Federation, and the Puerto Rican government, with the support of federal funds, waged a crusade to sterilize Puerto Rican women. Women on the island were encouraged to agree to “la operación” by armies of public health workers who offered it at minimal or no cost.
The island-wide sterilization campaign was so successful that by 1968 more than one-third of the women of childbearing age in Puerto Rico had been sterilized, the highest percentage in the world at that time.
A similar effort on Indian reservations during the 1970s left more than 25 percent of Native American women infertile. In four Indian Health Service hospitals alone, doctors performed more than 3,000 sterilizations without adequate consent between 1973 and 1976. For small Indian tribes, this policy was literally genocidal. One physician reported that “[a]ll the pureblood women of the Kaw tribe of Oklahoma have now been sterilized. At the end of the generation the tribe will cease to exist.”
“The trouble is that, for women, being “nice” often translates into putting up with things we should never put up with. How many times has some creep sat uncomfortably close to me on the bus and stared me down, yet I’m too afraid to just get up and move, lest I offend him?
We smile when we’re harassed on the street or hit on by jerks. We laugh at sexist jokes. We learn that when we have strong opinions, we’ll be called bitches and that if we get angry, we’ll be called hysterical. When we say what we want, we’re called pushy or aggressive.
I am a modern Lakota winyan. No accent. No paint. No feathers. I’m like no Indian you’ve ever seen. Because I am not a mascot. Or a blockbuster archetype.
Someone dressed like a gothic taxidermist is trying to sell me my own culture. “Your values and beliefs are for sale!” he proclaims in redface. “So is your land. I’ll buy it for you [if you see my movie].” Good trade? Spending $5 million on land worth $14,000 to sell a movie made for $250 million. I’m no good at math. But that seems excessive. Over the top. Not enough…#greatwhitesaviorcomplex.
When Racism knocks on your door, it’ll be riding a pinto, wearing a bird, and wrapped in a Comanche flag.
…Why put $5 million into the pockets of a greedy old white man? Why not give the $5 million directly to the tribe? Why not consult with the people you’re hoping to impact before rushing out and doing what YOU think is best for them? Who knows what’s best, anyway?
And that’s what this is really all about. Natives don’t have control. Of anything…How much we need. What we can have. Where we can have it. Our images are not our own. They belong to those with money. And I want to scream, “THESE IMAGES YOU CREATE HURT ME!” You may not know it, but they hurt you, too.
Ours is a Halloween heritage. A logo legacy. Slot machine sovereignty. Tonto traditions. Ancestry for the price of admission.