Collective movements for social justice do not gain traction through niceness. American women did not gain the right to vote by skipping down Pennsylvania Avenue while whistling cute songs about suffrage: they picketed, they marched, they yelled, they were arrested. Abusive partners and rapists will not be stopped by women having heart-to-hearts with their violators over coffee, because ghosts cannot talk and broken fingers cannot lift a latte. The patriarchy cannot be shattered by good vibes. In order to bring about change, old and oppressive structures must be destroyed. Destruction is not negative if what will grow from the rubble is something that will create a safer, healthier, stronger society.
Yahoo! CEO Marissa Mayer said she doesn’t identify as a feminist because feminism is “too negative.” Here’s what I have to say about that…
broken fingers cannot lift a latte is going to stick with me.
So I just saw an EXCELLENT performance of Les Mis at a local theatre; it was mostly perfect and I am stating that as a fact. It was also on Easter, and the symbolism of that timing was NOT LOST on me. On a related note, I am currently experiencing a lot of feelings. I will make a longer post about the show sometime tomorrow, but for now I will leave you with the image of Marius tripping into Cosette’s garden so that for a moment, all that is visible of The Pontmercy is a trousered leg sticking out from a mass of ivy. For now, I’m off to sleep, and more importantly, to see if my emotions still function.
Here are some interesting articles I read this week.
"The Minimum Wage Worker Strikes Back" (Medium) In St. Louis and around the country, fast food workers are organizing for a living wage.
"Attacking the Stream" (Dissent) Twitter as a platform for marginalized voices.
"Diversity Is Not Enough: Race, Power, Publishing" (BuzzFeed) An author discusses racism in the publishing industry.
"The Grand American Tradition of Violent White Supremacy" (Truthdig) Amy Goodman (of Democracy Now!) on the U.S. government’s refusal to view right-wing hate groups as serious threats.
"Death from Above: How American Drone Strikes Are Devastating Yemen" (Rolling Stone) A very disturbing report on the effects that U.S. drone strikes are having on the people of Yemen.
And here is an archive of animal-liberation and radical environmentalist publications from the 80s and 90s.
*whispers* Hello citizen may I join the literature analysis?
YES, please join! All are welcome! I just reblogged an information post about it for you. If you have any more questions about the specifics of how to do a readalong, feel free to ask me, or ask pilferingapples, since she is the great Organizer of Readalongs and will gladly answer your questions.
I love that your choices are basically “Do I geek out officially? Or SOCIALLY?” You are a fantastic person, and seriously, the re-read’s gonna last 93 days; YOU WILL HAVE SOME TIME TO CATCH UP. Rock those exams!:D
THANK YOU, YOU ARE A LOVELY PERSON TOO. And yes, that’s generally the life choice I’m faced with. Do I read about history for SCHOOL, or do I read about history because IT IS FUN? But seriously, I’m so glad about all the times I chose Brick!club over homework, because I’ve realized that analyzing the Brick was actually excellent practice for analyzing 19th-century literature in English class. Look at me making good life decisions.
Tomorrow is the start of the group chapter-a-day readalong of Victor Hugo’s Ninety-Three!
Here on Tumblr it’ll operate just like Brick!club did: read the day’s chapter, post about it using the group tag (in your first five tags, remember!): clubninetythree ! Just like Brick!club, anyone who does the reading is welcome to post, whether it’s just for one chapter or every day! Just read along and be kind and friendly to fellow club members.
We also have a Dreamwidth Community, for those who’d prefer that option! On DW there’ll be a single master post for each day’s chapter, and everyone’s encouraged to post their day’s post there as well, or comment on other people’s posts, or make ENTIRELY DIFFERENT daily posts! Other book-relevant discussion and links are also welcome there! I know a lot of people wanted more threaded LJ-Type discussion back when Brick!club was starting, so if you’re in that number, Club93 on Dreamwidth is HERE FOR YOU this time!
See everyone tomorrow, with chapter 1.1!:D
Reblogging for the citizen who asked me about the readalong! Ninety-three is available online in both French and English. All contributions to the
barricade clubninetythree tag are welcome.
Should I read and analyze 19-century literature with my internet comrades, or pass AP exams? This is…probably a more difficult decision than it should be. I can’t join the Ninety-Three readalong quite yet, because I already do not sleep, but I hereby swear a solemn vow that I will join your barricade by MAY 15. I would love to participate sooner, but unfortunately high school is a thing that exists.
Martín Espada, “Imagine the Angels of Bread” (via amodernmanifesto)
This is the year that squatters evict landlords,
gazing like admirals from the rail
of the roof-deck
or levitating hands in praise
of steam in the shower;
this is the year
that shawled refugees deport judges
who stare at the floor
and their swollen feet
as files are stamped
with their destination;
this is the year that police revolvers,
stove-hot, blister the fingers
of raging cops,
and nightsticks splinter
in their palms;
this is the year
that dark-skinned men
lynched a century ago
return to sip coffee quietly
with the apologizing descendants
of their executioners.
This is the year that those
who swim the border’s undertow
and shiver in boxcars
are greeted with trumpets and drums
at the first railroad crossing
on the other side;
this is the year that the hands
pulling tomatoes from the vine
uproot the deed to the earth that sprouts the vine,
the hands canning tomatoes
are named in the will
that owns the bedlam of the cannery;
this is the year that the eyes
stinging from the poison that purifies toilets
awaken at last to the sight of a rooster-loud hillside,
pilgrimage of immigrant birth;
this is the year that cockroaches
become extinct, that no doctor
finds a roach embedded
in the ear of an infant;
this is the year that the food stamps
of adolescent mothers
are auctioned like gold doubloons,
and no coin is given to buy machetes
for the next bouquet of severed heads
in coffee plantation country.
If the abolition of slave-manacles
began as a vision of hands without manacles,
then this is the year;
if the shutdown of extermination camps
began as imagination of a land
without barbed wire or the crematorium,
then this is the year;
if every rebellion begins with the idea
that conquerors on horseback
are not many-legged gods, that they too drown
if plunged in the river
then this is the year.
So may every humiliated mouth,
teeth like desecrated headstones,
fill with the angels of bread.