“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”—Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena: Expanded and Revised, in a New Translation (via mirroir)
Know that Mike Brown was murdered without reason. Know they left his body out, like they left out lynched Black folk to scare people Know his community was grieving Know they wanted solidarity and justice Know they protested peacefully Know they gathered Know the police responded Know the police are occupying Ferguson Know that 20 departments have come into the community Know they are throwing tear gas at people Know that they have cut off road ways Know the police are armed Know the civilians are still peacefully protesting Know that White community members have come armed in support of the police Know that Black community members are only armed by the cameras on their smart phones Know that the Black conduit for justice will only be Social Media Know what is happening in Ferguson Know that there is injustice Pay attention before the media lies to you and tells you that any deaths from here on out were warranted
We live in a society that glorifies sexual assault to a degree that when I was a teenager I asked myself whether something was wrong with me for not being groped in the streets. The pride with which my classmates spoke of how apparently every random male hit on them made me wonder whether I was just too ugly to be desired. Something is rotten when harassment becomes the means young girls are taught to determine their self-worth with.
“I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees”—Czeslaw Milosz, Esse (via 2ou)