ttfkagb:

pu12in:

yall see this? :/

This is a nationwide issue. The LA Unified School District has been repeatedly reprimanded for suspending Black students at an alarmingly higher rate than Latin@, Asian, and White students. 

I wanted to pretend for a long time that this was an equal problem among all minorities. But it isn’t. This is a very real, very deep systemic oppression on the basis that the people in power do NOT BELIEVE THAT WE ARE PEOPLE. There are 400 years of American history in which many white people believed absolutely, without even questioning it, that we were animals. An alarming number of them still believe it.

They do not believe that we’re inferior or less human that they are, which I believe is the basis of thought behind much prejudice towards people of other ethnicities (a problem which should not be marginalized or understated at all), but that we are NOT HUMAN. PERIOD. There is a long history behind it and it was foolish of me to think that something so long-lasting and so pervasive in the American consciousness could be overcome in 40 years. That my parents shielded me from it was completely the right move, but at this point, if I still believe that this idea has been removed from our society, it would be nothing except an act of willful ignorance.

I’m not sure what would inspire people to question their beliefs. I’m not sure what would inspire realization or empathy, other than policy changes which result in total removal of segregation based on economic status. Empathy is literally the only thing that can stop this, but I have no idea how to force empathy on people, especially not when I’m as pissed off as I am right now.

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sixpenceee:

Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan

School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960

Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.

A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour

 The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately

Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz

Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.

The last Jew of Vinnitsa

Susan B. Anthony in 1872 getting beaten and arrested for trying to vote when it was illegal for women to do so.

Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century
I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did. 

sixpenceee:

Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan

School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960

Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.

A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour

 The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately

Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz

Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.

The last Jew of Vinnitsa

Susan B. Anthony in 1872 getting beaten and arrested for trying to vote when it was illegal for women to do so.

Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century

I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did. 

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princeowl:

really sick of seeing so much hate directed towards the police on here. look, we get it, you prefer sting’s solo work, i like it too alright? that doesnt mean ‘every little thing she does is magic’ and ‘can’t stand losing you’ arent awesome jams. ‘roxanne’ and ‘don’t stand so close to me’ are classic, don’t even get me started on ‘spirits in the material world’. just stop ok? 

I literally read to the end of this going “what the fuck does this have to do with the police?”

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thesingletwenties:

It doesn’t take much to miss him: a song, a movie, a TV show. Maybe it’s a friend mentioning his name, or seeing or meeting someone who shares his name. The pain is almost unbearable.

The “him” I speak of is the man you used to be in a relationship or the man who you hoped to be in a relationship with. But he’s no longer in your life in the way he used to be. You still think you genuinely feel love for him, despite the fact that he’s no longer a major part of your life for a reason: he is a jerk. He hurt you, probably repeatedly. And you know in your heart of hearts that you have no business ever having a relationship or probably even having any sort of friendship with him. But you still miss him a lot–even if he was and is bad for you.


You’re tightly holding onto the memories of this man despite the fact that you know that it’s time to move on. You miss him more than you can clearly express, you think of him all the time, and your heart aches at the thought of not having him near.

Of course, the problem with missing someone with whom you have an unhealthy relationship is that it leads to re-engagement with that person–which is the last thing you need. But you’ve probably texted him or called him, more than once. And you probably regretted it soon after you’ve done it. You can’t just help yourself, can you? Every bit of progress you’ve made in an attempt to gain a healthy distance from him goes straight back to zero.

If given any chance, you would take him back in a second; you hope that one day, he can turn around and admit, “I screwed up, you are what I need in my life.”

Which brings me to my point: this guy you miss so much, he doesn’t really exist.

Yup. That man you miss so much, the man you wish could hold you again, the man whose physical presence you crave, isn’t really real.

You may be saying, “Wait a minute! I was in a very real relationship, what do you mean he didn’t exist?”

What you’re missing is the idea of him, not who he really was and is.

You’re missing the version of a man that you constructed in your head. You created this version of him to fulfill a need. It could be a need to solve the problems of men in the past. It could be an unrealistic obsession with the “perfect guy.” It could be an obsession with unavailable men. Early on in your relationship or friendship, this guy somehow did things that you’ve always wanted a man you’re in a relationship to do and somehow said all the right things and that is what you end up being biased towards. He also seemingly managed to avoid doing things that men in your past did to hurt you emotionally or made you feel uncomfortable. And as soon as you witnessed this “good” behavior, you latched on to it. Box checked; this guy might be the one. You ignore all the bad stuff and hang on to the romantic fantasy of him feeding you nice lines.

But all these positive traits are the components you piece together to create this image of this guy, who wasn’t actually a good guy or at least not the man for you. And it’s that constructed version of him that makes you ache, that makes you hurt. It’s the version you miss so much. It’s the version that makes you wonder how you are ever going to find a guy like him again. You can’t imagine that another guy like him, with all his unique qualities, could exist.

The creation/idea you thought you were with, the guy you miss so much actually treated you horribly, made you cry, made you feel lonely. But you don’t think as much about those horrible moments when you are thinking of him, do you?

The parts of him that you do miss don’t really involve the negative. Rather, it’s about the idyllic. It’s about little moments with him that were so amazing; you can just close your eyes and go back to them and feel incredibly happy and then incredibly sad.

Whenever you should be reminding yourself that this guy hurt you, disappointed you, you do just the opposite. The man you managed to create, who doesn’t really exist, pops up. He’s smiling, he’s making you feel special, he’s the one who makes you feel invincible. “The idea” of him comes roaring back and sets you further behind in your progress to properly move on.

Nighttime is the worst, isn’t it? The anxiety runs high. Nothing can seemingly soothe the frustration, anger, sense of loss. Being alone is painful, but even being with your friends is equally tension-filled.

It’s enough to make you want to throw something against the wall, “Why can’t I just stop re-engaging, why can’t I just move on, why can’t I stop missing him? Why can’t I make this go away?”

You’re not going to stop missing “him” until you first acknowledge that he was never really there to begin with.

He was just a ghost.

Quick two cents: Acknowledging that he was never really there is another entirely painful process in itself. Give yourself a break if you don’t want to go there yet. Once you do, it will be possibly the loneliest you have ever felt. Power through. I promise you will come out the other side.

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Today in Solidarity: Brazilians Against Police Brutality! (8.24.14)

(Source: socialjusticekoolaid, via goplaceswithbooks)

laurencook94:

journolist:

When #IfTheyGunnedMeDown Happens in Print: 

Section from the Rolling Stone profile of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, one of two brothers who committed the Boston Marathon bombings vs section from the New York Times profile of Michael Brown, who was shot and killed by a Ferguson, Missouri police officer Darren Wilson. 

H/T to @daviddtss 

Fuck

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odinsblog:

Audio of Mike Brown’s shooting

More than 10 shots fired at an UNARMED person who, by all eyewitness accounts, was not a threat and had his hands up in the universal sign of surrender

Think about that for a moment; 10 shots…those were meant to kill. But for what? Not that petty theft is a capital offense, but we already know Darren Wilson had absolutely no idea about the alleged petty theft of $49 dollars worth of cigars when he racially profiled Brown. So that leaves what, over 10 shots fired —for jay walking? 

Darren Wilson has already been fired once before from a police department that shot at a Black woman with her child, and another Ferguson “law enforcement” officer, Dan Page, is on record making many racist statements about Black people, not to mention the innocent Black man, Henry Davis, who the Ferguson PD beat up, then charged with bleeding on their uniforms…exactly how many more dots need to be connected? How many more “questionable” shootings of UNARMED Black people?

The Ferguson PD has repeatedly exhibited an ugly “slave master” mentality, treats it’s city’s mostly Black residents like enemy combatants and is racist to the core

#ArrestDarrenWilsonNOW

(Source: CNN, via shayera-librarian)

totinos:

Happy Women’s Equality Day from all the ladies, gents, puppies, and pizzas at Totino’s!

totinos:

Happy Women’s Equality Day from all the ladies, gents, puppies, and pizzas at Totino’s!

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First day of class tomorrow and I just had to drag ass all over the internet to find a textbook price that didn’t make me feel as if my financial arms were being ripped from their sockets. My mood swings are going from center (balanced, clear) to far-right (look-at-you-what-are-you-doing-you’re-a-goddamn-mess-just-give-up-already) a couple times day. A DAY.

But new semester, excitement, adventure, metadata, and diebrarian! I will get through you, negativity! You are not the boss of me!

When I helped someone with a really difficult information question and I nailed it.

kyniska:

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Working all day with period cramps:

Some days I feel like I’m doing the world a disservice by wearing pants.

sunshinychick:

futurescope:

Solar energy that doesn’t block the view

A team of researchers at Michigan State University has developed a new type of solar concentrator that when placed over a window creates solar energy while allowing people to actually see through the window. It is called a transparent luminescent solar concentrator and can be used on buildings, cell phones and any other device that has a clear surface. And, according to Richard Lunt of MSU’s College of Engineering, the key word is “transparent.”

[read more at MSU] [paper] [picture credit: Yimu Zhao]

sunshinychick:

futurescope:

Solar energy that doesn’t block the view

A team of researchers at Michigan State University has developed a new type of solar concentrator that when placed over a window creates solar energy while allowing people to actually see through the window. It is called a transparent luminescent solar concentrator and can be used on buildings, cell phones and any other device that has a clear surface. And, according to Richard Lunt of MSU’s College of Engineering, the key word is “transparent.”

[read more at MSU] [paper] [picture credit: Yimu Zhao]

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mmimic said: Hello! Do you know if any of our tumblarians are children's/youth services librarians? Thank you!

referencemixologist:

lovesthai:

thecardiganlibrarian:

brownsharpie:

historyhobbit:

bkmuse7:

notyourstereotypicallibrarian:

thelifeguardlibrarian:

Raise your hand for mmimic if you work with the childrenz!

waves hand wildly in the air« Ooo!! Oooo!!! Me!! I do!! Meeee!!!! :)

*puts hands in the air like I just don’t care*

me too!

I just made my raised hand into a puppet—and began talking to it. Does that answer your question?

Paint covered hands are raised!

Ages ten and up over here.

Me!!!! We really need a good, unified tumblr tag for us! Any suggestions?

YA Librarian here!

*waves* Over here! Not sure what a good children’s tumblarian tag would be, but I hope into involves either Raffi or glitter.

dear steve burns: ilu. please marry me/be my best friend/sing at my wedding. I will propose to someone just for the occasion. Probably you. Please say yes so you can sing at our wedding. K thx.