As the society in which I find myself.
| — | T. S. Eliot, The Elder Statesman |
| — | T. S. Eliot, The Elder Statesman |
| — | Gerda Lerner (The creation of patriarchy) |
i mean it’s easy to hate the Westboro Baptist Church and talk up a lot of righteous outrage about how awful they are but honestly you should spend less of your angry energy on a small cult organization that no one takes seriously anyway and focus on things like idk racist media, racist and heterosexist education systems and the thousands of microaggressions we perpetuate daily against marginalized folks. I see so many
whitepeople who foam at the mouth about the WBC but try to shut down WOC anytime we talk about militarization of our countries and communities or the imperialism we face or the border violence we live with.it’s easy to hate and condemn flagrant bigotry like the WBC, it’s harder to admit how we benefit from everyday acts of institutional bigotry.

Macklemore speaks the fuckin truth.
People don’t realize how much of a genius Macklemore really is. The only song they know is Thrift Shop, when there are so many more wonderful songs. He raps about the problems of the world. And that is what makes him an inspiring person.HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE TONS OF BLACK RAPPERS THAT HAVE BEEN DOING THE SAME SHIT FOR YEARS BUT NOBODY CALLS THEM INSPIRING.
Thank you.
T h a n k y o u.
| — | Humfrey Grose-Hodge, Roman Panorama (1944) |
| — | Noam Chomsky (via lesilencieux) |
Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.
| — | Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via lituplight) |