Posts tagged history
It is December 6th, and I remember.
I was 13 years old when Marc Lépine opened fire and murdered 14 women for being at engineering school when he wasn’t. He blamed feminism for the situation he was in, and murdered these women for being in non-traditional jobs, for being there.
Every year, the memorials I go to are different. Some are quiet - I remember several winters in the snow, holding candles and reciting names like a talisman against violence.
Geneviève Bergeron, 21 years old. Hélène Colgan, 24 years old. Nathalie Croteau, 24 years old.
When I was younger, they seemed impossibly mature and sophisticated. I used to imagine them laughing and enjoying university, cut down without warning. Now that I’m 35, they seem so young, and I wonder if they were afraid.
Self reblog from last year. Still worth reading. Still remembering.
Today is the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre.
I will not forget.
I love learning, I hate education.
I started out writing my paper on Japanese colonization but now here I am, three sentences written, watching a YouTube documentary on Mesopotamian art and looking at plant diagrams from the 1800s.
stacysix asked: I apologize if I misread the Tumblr attributions, but re: Brave/Rapunzel, I think you wrote "And of course, the former Romans living and working in Scotland at the time would have no written record of their activities or appearance because no one cared." Please google: Roman soldier letters. The first result I got was from a POC, and was quite cool. Then add "Scotland" to your search. Look for the Vindolanda Letters. Again, I'm sorry if I misattributed that statement to you. Thanks.
OH MY GOD
Incoming mail (tablet 346) is also revealing: ‘I have sent you … pairs of socks from Sattua, two pairs of sandals and two pairs of underpants.’ It was obviously a bit cold for soldiers on the north-west frontier of the Roman Empire.
THE SOCKS ARE STILL THERE:
I JUST CANNOT…I HAD NO CLUE ABOUT ANY OF THIS.
THEY JUST KEEP FINDING THEM:
40,000+ ROMAN SOLDIERS IN SCOTLAND: WE’RE FREEZING PLEASE SEND MORE SOCKS.
THIS IS THE BEST WRONG I’VE EVER BEEN.
A white man and an elderly Native man became pretty good friends, so the white guy decided to ask him: “What do you think about Indian mascots?”
The Native elder responded, “Here’s what you’ve got to understand. When you look at black people, you see ghosts of all the slavery and the rapes and the hangings and the chains. When you look at Jews, you see ghosts of all those bodies piled up in death camps. And those ghosts keep you trying to do the right thing.
“But when you look at us you don’t see the ghosts of the little babies with their heads smashed in by rifle butts at the Big Hole, or the old folks dying by the side of the trail on the way to Oklahoma while their families cried and tried to make them comfortable, or the dead mothers at Wounded Knee or the little kids at Sand Creek who were shot for target practice. You don’t see any ghosts at all.
“Instead you see casinos and drunks and junk cars and shacks.
“Well, we see those ghosts. And they make our hearts sad and they hurt our little children. And when we try to say something, you tell us, ‘Get over it. This is America. Look at the American dream.’ But as long as you’re calling us Redskins and doing tomahawk chops, we can’t look at the American dream, because those things remind us that we are not real human beings to you. And when people aren’t humans, you can turn them into slaves or kill six million of them or shoot them down with Hotchkiss guns and throw them into mass graves at Wounded Knee.
“No, we’re not looking at the American dream. And why should we? We still haven’t woken up from the American nightmare.”
The Red Road
If you are interested in hearing a Native American perspective on the mascot issue, this is an excerpt from “Wolf at Twilight” by Kent Nerburn.
(from Lee Deranger)
and THIS is why Native American mascots and “sexy Indian princess” Halloween costumes aren’t okay.(via oh-deir)
Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.
Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.
Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.” "Resistance heroine who led 7,000 men against the Nazis," The Independent. (via madelinecoleman)