A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
I’m just gonna keep reblogging this because this is truly how white America works. Like people have their weddings on plantations, Blackface was and still is a major source of entertainment and the biggest movie of all time was Gone With the Wind. White America will kill Black people and then smile and laugh and enjoy their day it sickens me that we’re treated this way.
Racism isn’t just actively persecuting someone of a different race, it’s simply ignoring their plight so you don’t have to be inconvenienced
The winning diorama-rama from Woo Hoo!: Classic Simpsons Trivia Toronto.
What’s a diorama?
Proposal for new Middle Eastern borders [640 x 360]
AKA, balkanization. AKA still politically unstable.
"Home is where the heart is…" or some cheesy b.s. like that
This blog is relevant to my interests - punk rock and historic preservation/residential architectural history
American Football - View is really close up, but is likely a vernacular Queen Anne
Ceremony - New Traditional with Craftsman influence
Defeater - Greek Revival
Hotelier - American Vernacular
Real Friends - vernacular Gothic Revival (with lots of alterations including new windows)
The last two are hard to tell cause of the angles, but likely modern/American Vernacular
(source: McAlester “A Field Guide to American Houses”)
Alkaline Trio / “Movin’ Right Along”
In history again and again, the easiness of taking swaths of land in Iraq has been shown. If one can do it, the other can. From the Islamic caliphate to the Ottoman Empire, from Kurdistan to ISIL, it has been proven how easy it is to take Iraqi ground.
Borders are a societal invention; would the British imposed borders be to blame for the crisis occurring? A country’s borderlines help establish a political state and ensure national security. It also creates nationalism — but nationalism does not wash away sectarianism, conflict and power struggles.
There’s way more than even these few maps show
This is insane
Kent: Alright, does anyone have a question for our panel that's not about how much money they make? [Audience's hands go down] Lenny: [at microphone] Uh yeah, I'm a techno-thriller junkie, and I'd like to know, is the B-2 bomber more detectible when it rains? Kent: Oh, what do you think, Tom Clancy? Clancy: Well, the B-2-- Lenny: No, no, no, I was asking Maya Angelou! Angelou: The ebony fighter awakens, dabbled with the dewy beads of morn. Moe: Maya Angelou is black? Angelou: It is a mach-5 child, forever bound to suckle from the shriveled breast of congress. Lenny: Oh, Maya, you're a national treasure!