We, as survivors, get the right to define what happened to us. Even if it doesn’t fit the narrative other people want, even if others would find it easier if we changed our story so it would make better sense to them, even if others want to justify what our abusers did because “they didn’t know better” or “they were hurt, too.” Even if our experiences are “too much to be real” for some and “too little to count” for others.
The last words said by Black youth murdered by policemen.
Little Bear was watching this episode of Blue’s Clues and it always makes me cry. As if enough children haven’t been abandoned they had to make this episode where Steve abandons us? just to make a few more bucks by bringing in Joe. I tried not to cry but I really did, and the whole time Little Bear laughed at me.
They shot an elder in the eye with a rubber bullet.
The shit going down in Elsipogtog right now is terrifying, and all too familiar. Fuck.
This is Trayvon’s Last Picture With his Father
(via veryfemmeandantifascist)
What was in Trayvon Martin’s heart? Was it not fear? Isn’t that every child’s worst fear? To be followed home in the dark by a stranger?
When I worked as a rape crisis counselor, every Native client I saw said to me at one point, “I wish I wasn’t an Indian”.
Andrea Smith- Native American Feminism, Sovereignty & Social Change (via iwasbornunderawanderingstar)
*cries*