Take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.
I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: ‘I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action’; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a ‘more convenient season.’ Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
An excerpt from Letter From Birmingham Jail. I believe the great came for White liberals’ wigs here. Yep. He did. Oh and this stance he is critiquing is also White supremacist; one doesn’t have to be a vitriolic and violent KKK member to be racist and proliferate White supremacy. Simply allowing the violence by turning one’s back on violence itself via excuses shaped by privilege is an act of violence. Coretta Scott King elaborated on this as well, how violence isn’t only physical.
so in LOTR’s appendices it says that legolas eventually builds a boat and takes gimli across the seas and into the west, the gray havens. you know, the place arwen isn’t allowed to go because she’s in love with a human dude bUT LEGOLAS (AKA ‘YOU LITTLE SHIT’) JUST SAYS “FUCK IT” AND SNEAKS GIMLI INTO THE GODDAMN UNDYING LANDS LIKE CONTRABAND TWIZZLERS INTO A MOVIE THEATER
best literary analysis ever
My identity has always been theorized, examined, denied. pulled apart — reduced to numbers, trial periods, data. I have been asked the old classic — “How do lesbians have sex?” — by straight guys on the same day I’ve been smirked at by hipster lesbians for being into boys. I am tired of the fucking Kinsey scale.
I exist in this uncertain space now: Have I ever been queer, if the recognition of my queerness has never existed to me in a practical way? Does queer theory help or hinder me? Will I be thrown out for claiming a history in which my identity is rarely named? Were there bisexuals at Compton’s Cafeteria? I am in a relationship with a bisexual man, would we still have a gay wedding? If I am unseen, do I exist? If I am not ashamed of who I want, then do I need the support of others? If calling myself “queer” names my uncertainty adequately enough, then why do I keep trying to find a better, truer label? If my peers don’t recognize me, are they even my peers? Why do I think I need a community? What the fuck is a community?