Posts tagged: protest
death to tyrants!
“In terms of a wildly uninformed guess at our political future, it feels something like V for validation.”
Everything I know about anarchy as a political theory I know from comics, of course. But it’s arguable that a picture of a Guy Fawkes mask at Occupy Wall Street is not only the best, but really only adaptation of V FOR VENDETTA possible.
While OWS was and is equal parts inspiring, troublesome, invigorating, and embarrassing, the disorganization and lack of a single, authoritative agenda that its critics attempted to use to discredit it was in fact its elusive and maddening strength.
What I took from it, at least, was pure anarchy: at the heart of a financial system that seemed unaccountable even to elected government, humans came and said: your control is limited.
You don’t control us. You don’t fully control even this PRIVATE public park. And except by virtue of our consent—or your sheer force—you never did.
OWS denied their consent to governance, and they were met with sheer force. This was always, logically what would and perhaps even SHOULD occur. But the point was proved.
And you still see that mask around.
That is all.
$400,000 Donated To Planned Parenthood In Past 24 Hours
“Protect the Person Behind You”
Masked shield corps protester at Occupy Oakland on January 28th with homemade shield and sign. A group of these people protected unarmed and legally-assembled civilian marchers during the Oakland Police Department attack on the action, including catching rubber bullets, baton blows, flashbang and teargas grenades, pepper balls, and beanbag weapons on their shields.
Her Ya Basta sign signals her membership in a long-running leftist group of the same name, who often take it upon themselves to protect vulnerable protesters at actions in this way.
Edit: on a personal note, it’s fascinating to see this kind of brilliant “character design” manifesting in real life. She’s the Space Marine of her time—customized armor, personal touches everywhere, absolutely hardassed and reliable in the face of an overwhelming, alien, indefatigable foe.
In the strange intersection of highly charged media images aimed at people with no real control over how they’re depicted, custom iconography becomes even more important. If you control your visual profile, and build a narrative around that, it resists spin and presentation. When Fox bashes Code Pink, the power of their image still forces them to use the Code Pink name, show the bright colors, and weakens the attempts to trash them.
This is the real power of Black Blocs, the Yes Men, the ELZN, beyond their numbers and activities, their iconography becomes its own narrative, and people interact directly with that, independently of potentially hostile reportage. Just like how even derogatory mentions cement loyalty to your favorite sports team.
“you can paint over me but my anger will still remain.”
you know the bickering about how sj sucks is more annoying than sj on tumblr itself. whenever i see a tumblr that’s all like LOL SJ IT’S SO FUNNY i’m like ok goodbye thank you for being badass and a martyr on tumblr
dudes are always SO PROUD OF THEMSELVES for spending so much time hating something people are passionate about. THANKS TROLLS. thanks for reminding me why i care about things.
Fatty gettin’ some action.
awwwww sheeeeeet.
fat girls need love too
She doesn’t look that fat at all o.O
You’re exactly right because she’s not. At least not by reasonable standards.
But by BMI, she would be considered at least overweight, and as we’ve been warned all too often (most recently, in this absurd study from Harvard), even being a little bit overweight is like living with a cobra in your house: it may not kill you today, but soon and very soon.
To better understand who is and is not a “fatty,” please refer to Kate Harding’s most excellent BMI Illustrated project (which should have a Tumblr… hint, hint).
We’re told that being in the overweight category is a death sentence (despite solid decades-old research, which strongly disagrees).
We’re told that anyone who has a body like the one pictured above is unhealthy, unsexy, unlovable, unacceptable, inappropriate, immoral, and a treat to national fucking security.
I’m sorry this is absolutely, undeniably wrong.
But this is not the forum to discuss that issue. If you want to agree or disagree, feel free to speak your mind on my personal Tumblr, Atchka!
This blog is a showcase of beauty, history and reality.
I hope you enjoy.
Peace,
Shannon
UNIDOS Tucson student grassroots ethnic studies teach-in happening NOW.
Day two of mass walkouts in Tucson in defense of the Mexican American Studies programs. Day one of grassroots ethnic studies teach-ins led by students.
This is the people’s education! Education was denied in schools, so the students have taken their education elsewhere. MUST WATCH.
‘Muslim Schindler’ who risked life to save Iranian Jews in wartime Paris | Telegraph
A Muslim “Oskar Schindler” saved the lives of thousands of Iranian Jews in wartime Paris, risking all to help compatriots escape the Nazis, a new book claims.
By Henry Samuel, Paris
December 21, 2011
Abdol-Hossein Sardari, a junior Iranian diplomat, found himself almost by accident in charge of Iran’s mission in Paris in 1940 and went on to help up to 2,000 Iranian Jews flee France, according to In the Lion’s Shadow.
But he only recently received posthumous recognition for his deeds.
Like Oskar Schindler, the German industrialist who saved more than 1,000 Jews during the Holocaust by employing them in his factories, Mr Sardari cut an unlikely saviour.
A bon vivant who fell in love with a Chinese opera singer, the trained lawyer exploited the absurd rationale of Nazi racial purity laws at a time when Adolf Hitler declared the officially neutral Iran an Aryan nation and racially akin to the Germans.
Iranian Jews in Paris were still persecuted and forced to wear infamous yellow patches on their clothes and have their documents stamped with their racial identity.
But by cultivating his contacts with German and Vichy officials, Mr Sardari somehow managed to win exemptions from Nazi race laws for at least 2,000 Iranian Jews by arguing that they did not have blood ties to European Jewry.
He claimed that despite the fact that some Iranians had followed the teachings of the Prophet Moses for thousands of years, they had always been of Iranian stock and therefore were “Mousaique” – Moses followers, which he dubbed “Djuguten” – and not part of the Jewish race.
The book includes archives of Nazi official correspondence seeking “expert opinion” on his claims. The racial purity specialists said that deeper research was necessary on the Iranian sect, which the book suggests may have been Mr Sardari’s invention, to ascertain whether its followers were Jewish or not.
His other trump card was a new-style Iranian passport, created by the new regime in Iran in 1925 but which most Europe-based Iranians did not possess. The new identity papers made it much easier to travel across Europe.
His task became even more dangerous when Britain and Russia invaded Iran in September 1941, when he was ordered by Tehran to return home as soon as possible after it signed a treaty with the Allies. But he stayed on regardless, using instead inheritance money to keep his office going after being stripped of his diplomatic immunity and pay.
By December 1942, Adolf Eichmann, the senior Nazi in charge of Jewish affairs, pronounced his argument “the usual Jewish tricks and attempts at camouflage”, in a letter published in Mr Mokhtari’s book.
But Mr Sardari soldiered on, helping families escape from Paris just as tens of thousands of Jews were being deported from France to death camps.
Eliane Senahi Cohanim was seven when she fled France with her family.
Mr Sardari provided them with the passports and travel documents they needed for safe-passage out of Europe, which took a month.
“I think he was like Schindler, at that time, helping the Jews in Paris,” the 78-year old told the BBC from her home in California.
Mr Sardari neither sought nor received much recognition for his efforts in his lifetime and died lonely in a bedsit in Croydon, south London, in 1981.
He had lost his ambassador’s pension and Tehran properties in the Iranian revolution.
His humanitarian work was belatedly recognised in 2004 at a ceremony at the Simon Wiesenthal Centre in Los Angeles.
The author Fariborz Mokhtari said he hoped that the story, and the testimony of survivors, would help undo “popular misconceptions” about Iran and its people and show the “general cultural propensity of Iranians to be tolerant”.
“Here you have a Muslim Iranian who goes out of his way, risks his life, certainly risks his career and property and everything else, to save fellow Iranians,” he says.
“There is no distinction ‘I am Muslim, he is Jew’ or whatever.”
[Image: Abdol-Hossein Sardari was a junior Iranian diplomat in 1940.]
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