Q:So a cop, a racist, and a murderer walk into a bar. And that's just the first guy.
I get this joke.
Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.
These incredible photos capture the intricate detail of the Middle East’s grandest temples - a kaleidoscope of colours on their ceilings. Mohammad Domiri is a young self-taught photographer from northern Iran who takes beautiful photos of traditional architectural monuments throughout the Middle East.
Due to restrictions on tripods, as well as overcrowding, it is very difficult to get permission to shoot inside these grand wonders. Most of his subjects are grand traditional mosques, heavily decorated with mesmerizing geometric patterns and mosaics, beaming and swirling with colour just like colossal kaleidoscopes.
Even if you are the world’s least religious person, you might feel your hands coming together in prayer naturally when you see the brilliance of this light. As a result there are very few images of such temples - meaning his photography is extremely rare.
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Astronomer Maria Mitchell (August 1, 1818 — June 28, 1889) was born the third in a Quaker family of ten children, in an age when parents still considered the physical sciences better-suited for girls than boys. Her formative years, however, coincided with the unfortunate reversal of gender norms that made women in science not only a rarity, but also a discouraged deviation from social standards. She would eventually lament in an 1881 report, “At what time did scientific associations close to women?” Even so, Mitchell went on to become the first recognized female astronomer in America and contributed significantly to the evolution of both astronomy and women’s science education.
In a testament to the fact that equality isn’t merely a “women’s problem” but requires equal investment from all, Mitchell owed her early scientific education to her father’s consistent encouragement and his refusal to treat his daughters as inferior to his sons. William Mitchell was an astronomer himself and a teacher at a small school, which Maria attended as a young girl — the birthplace of her fascination with nature and science. At seventeen, she founded her own school dedicated to teaching girls the essential skills of science and mathematics.
In 1836, Mitchell became a librarian at the Atheneum in her hometown of Nantucket, where she, like Ray Bradbury, would educate herself by reading through the library’s collection every day. Meanwhile, she continued to observe the night sky with her father.
On October 1, 1947, shortly after her 29th birthday, Mitchell discovered the first comet in American science, which went on to be named “Miss Mitchell’s Comet.” Even more extraordinary than her gender in the historical context of the discovery was that she achieved it with a modest telescope only two inches long, further evidencing her exceptional mastery of astronomy. Mitchell was awarded a prestigious international medal for the discovery and, at only thirty, became the first woman elected to the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. No other woman would be afforded this invitation for the remainder of Mitchell’s lifetime.
At a time when women were employed by the government primarily as seamstresses, cooks, and other domestic-arts occupations, Mitchell is believed to be the first American woman employed for a non-domestic specialized skill by the federal government. Working for the United States Nautical Almanac as one of only eleven astronomers and mathematicians in that role, she was paid $300 a year for her job as a “computer of Venus” — a mathematically heavy endeavor requiring she synthesize complex calculations into charts that predicted Venus’s position in the sky for years ahead, which sailors all over the world would use for critical celestial navigation.
Mitchell’s reputation soon spilled into the ranks of other influential women and they eventually pooled together, led by legendary publisher Elizabeth Peabody, to help Mitchell use tools on par with her extraordinary scientific drive. Emerson’s United States Magazine ran an editorial urging school girls and women to donate however much they could afford to help buy the beloved astronomer a telescope worthy of her mind. And they did, to a poetic effect — Mitchell was soon the owner of one of the most sophisticated telescopes in the country, a gift from “the women of America.”
An embodiment of the tragically and consistently overlooked fact that science and the humanities need each other, Mitchell was also keenly interested in the social sciences and became the vice president of the American Social Science Association. But her great love remained the cosmos, which she saw not only as scientifically fascinating but also as the height of aesthetic beauty. In a diary entry from February 12, 1855, she marveled:I swept around for comets about an hour, and then I amused myself with noticing the varieties of color. I wonder that I have so long been insensible to this charm in the skies, the tints of the different stars are so delicate in their variety…. What a pity that some of our manufacturers shouldn’t be able to steal the secret of dyestuffs from the stars, and astonish the feminine taste by new brilliancy in fashion.
Bespeaking the idea that equality begets equality, Mitchell carried forward her father’s respect for equal dignity in her own convictions, not only in actively championing women’s empowerment and education, but also by becoming deeply invested in the anti-slavery plight and the quest for freedom for all. She even famously refused to wear garments made of cotton grown by Southern slaves, one of the earliest recorded acts of wearable political convictions.
After the Civil War swung open the doors to women’s education, Mitchell was invited to teach astronomy at Vassar, one of the most prestigious newly established colleges helming the higher education revolution, where she’d have an alluring twelve-inch telescope at her disposal. She was the only woman on the faculty. But despite the college’s progressive-by-the-era’s-standards decision to hire Mitchell, she still faced — and tirelessly opposed — the antiquated and often contradictory gender norms of the time: For instance, she taught astronomy to young women, and yet the original college handbook of rules stated that it was forbidden for female students to go outside after dark.
By 1861, Mitchell had reached celebrity status and was one of the most famous women in the world — so much so, Renee Bergland tells us in the altogether excellent Maria Mitchell and the Sexing of Science: An Astronomer Among the American Romantics, that “people who sat next to her at a meal or glimpsed her across a train platform often wrote to their hometown newspapers to report the sightings.”
But the greatest complement to her scientific brilliance was her enormous kindness and her unrelenting humility. Like fellow reconstructionist Marie Curie, she was unmoved by accolades and preferred, instead, to help cultivate the talents of other budding female scientists — even if it meant overcoming her excruciating shyness in order to teach and serve as a role model. In fact, in what Bergland calls “the scholarly dignity of the quiet Quaker woman in the simple black dress,” Mitchell’s parallels Curie’s famous pragmatic humility. And yet, as Bergland poignantly puts it, “Maria Mitchell crackled and sparkled somehow, even when the rest of [Nantucket] was torpid and sleepy in the sunshine.” One woman, who in her childhood had befriended Mitchell in her librarian capacity, recalled the “warmth and depth of Maria Mitchell’s affectionate nature” and extolled her “whole-souled generosity.”
Mitchell died in 1889 of brain disease, leaving behind an inextinguishable torch of hope for women in science at a time of oppressive darkness. She was posthumously inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame and the Hall of Fame for Great Americans. The Maria Mitchell Association in Nantucket preserves her legacy and houses the Maria Mitchell Observatory.
So inspiring on every level!
A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.
According to the Daily News,the page written in Russian, originally said that the plane was “shot down by terrorists of the self-proclaimed Donetsk People’s Republic.”
The edited entry now reads, “shot down by Ukrainian soldiers” in the Wikipedia page and those edits were made from within a Russian government location.
Seriously? The fuck outta here with that bullshit
A 400-pound asthmatic Staten Island dad died Thursday after a cop put him in a chokehold and other officers appeared to slam his head against the sidewalk, video of the incident shows.
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” Eric Garner, 43, repeatedly screamed after at least five NYPD officers took him down in front of a Tompkinsville beauty supply store when he balked at being handcuffed.
Within moments Garner, a married father of six children with two grandchildren, stopped struggling and appeared to be unconscious as police called paramedics to the scene. An angry crowd gathered, some recording with smartphones.
“When I kissed my husband this morning, I never thought it would be for the last time,” Garner’s wife, Esaw, told the Daily News.
She got no details from police until after she had gone to the hospital to identify his body, she said.
“I saw him with his eyes wide open and I said, ‘Babe, don’t leave me, I need you.’ But he was already gone,” she said.
and people wonder why black people don’t trust or have any love for cops. they murdered this man. this black man. and for what? fucking cigarettes. yea, WE’RE the fucking problem.
Nypd police are a plague on society.
It’s easy actually
This happened not far from where I live. These cops are from the 120th precinct, and that precinct is notorious for this type of bullshit. It’s just that there usually isn’t video footage of their crimes. That said, this isn’t the first time they have killed before. One case that made the headlines back in the 90s was a young Black man they killed named Ernest Sayon. His parents were Liberian immigrants. Police said he “suffered a head injury” and just died at the hospital. No explanation. They said he was struggling and hit his head. The truth is that they viciously beat him up in his own apartment and he died because of it. People took to the streets in protest. The 120th precinct also has a holding cell and people have mysteriously died or committed suicide in there. These alleged suicides are always the same. Hanging in their cell. Those rarely make the news, and if they do, it doesn’t get coverage beyond the local Staten Island advance newspaper. Essentially, no one hears about it. If the victim has priors or is a felon, then you’ll definitely not here about it. Society tends to be uncaring towards victims who are felons.
The police here do “sweeps” where they will literally canvas a neighborhood and arrest dozens of Black men in the hopes that one of them has an outstanding warrant for something. They do it because they have quotas to fill. They are especially vicious in certain neighborhoods here like Park Hill, Stapleton, West Brighton, New Brighton, Tompkinsville, Arlington and Mariners Harbor. They operate like a gang. Also, plainclothes officers never identify themselves and they instigate on purpose. Conflicts arise because they never identify themselves as cops and they just start harassing people. People respond to what they rightfully assume is an attack and they arrest them for “assaulting an officer” and “resisting arrest”. They do whatever they like.
This is the reason why they were brazen about literally choking Eric Garner in public in broad day light. This is how they act and they get away with it. Staten Island is a bit different from the other 4 NYC boroughs. It’s the most outwardly hostile in terms of race relations. The North Shore is predominantly Black and Brown (though white people live here too). The South Shore is predominantly white. Black folks here know not to go to the South Shore alone, especially at night. Unless you’re a student athlete who plays football on one of the high school teams. Then you can bring your black ass over!
Outside of Black & Brown communities, the NYPD is heavily supported here. Every Italian and Irish person here seems to have a dad, brother, uncle, cousin or best friend who is a cop. Judges are their friends. District attorneys are their buddies. The guy who owns the local bar is the lieutenant’s brother-in-law. Some other guy’s grandfather knew the sergeant’s family back in the old country (Italy) etc. That’s how it goes. You’re just not going to win against these people. It’s a system and it goes beyond the cops. They’re all connected. The white folks here are compliant because these cops are their kin and they protect them at all costs, even when they kill.
Do you remember Justin Volpe? He was the cop who shoved a broomstick up Abner Louima's rectum. His crimes were so brutal that even he couldn't get away with it. Volpe is from Staten Island. He just worked at a Brooklyn precinct. Volpe got big time support here. His family is still here. They are “pillars of the community”.
I’ve been stopped and frisked here in the past so many times, particularly in the St. George area that one of the cops felt bad after a while because he realized he was stopping me all the time. The cops in the St. George area as well as the Staten Island ferry terminal with the K9 units are basically stationed there. The last time this cop stopped me, he just let me go. He didn’t do the routine pat down (including grabbing my junk), emptying my pockets, searching my bag and generally just wasting my time. I suppose he had some remnants of humanity left because he got ashamed that he was constantly harassing me. He was one of the “nice ones” I guess. His constant harassment and rummaging through my camera bag that yielded nothing but my camera and lenses embarrassed him. I never argue with cops (I’m not arguing with people that have guns), so even when they were rude and rough, I kept my cool. Plus, the St. George cops often have dogs. Not trying to get bit or shot.
I know the Staten Island cop mentality well. I went to school with them. I played football with and against them. All the degenerates, lowlifes, racists and scumbags I knew are now either cops or correction officers. The thing is this though, when you point this out, some apologist (always white) will start talking about how it’s “not all cops” and that some are good etc. This doesn’t matter. The system they serve is corrupt. They work with arrest quotas, which means they will violate and brutalize people to make numbers, including choking a man in broad day light until he dies.
I don’t expect anything major to happen to these cops that killed Mr. Garner. There will be an “internal investigation”, which just means their drinking buddies will overlook the case, maybe put them on desk duty or suspend them with pay. That’s how it goes.
Beyond tragic. This system has to be dismantled, enough.
On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.
Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.
People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.
Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.
she deserves to be re-blogged.