Ableism must be included in our analysis of oppression and in our conversations about violence, responses to violence and ending violence. Ableism cuts across all of our movements because ableism dictates how bodies should function against a mythical norm—an able-bodied standard of white supremacy, heterosexism, sexism, economic exploitation, moral/religious beliefs, age and ability. Ableism set the stage for queer and trans people to be institutionalized as mentally disabled; for communities of color to be understood as less capable, smart and intelligent, therefore “naturally” fit for slave labor; for women’s bodies to be used to produce children, when, where and how men needed them; for people with disabilities to be seen as “disposable” in a capitalist and exploitative culture because we are not seen as “productive;” for immigrants to be thought of as a “disease” that we must “cure” because it is “weakening” our country; for violence, cycles of poverty, lack of resources and war to be used as systematic tools to construct disability in communities and entire countries.

Mia Mingus, Moving Toward the Ugly: A Politic Beyond Desirability (via classycoochie)

This is one of my fav quotes from her speech.

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Because this is will always be relevant.

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seven myths about the police

(it goes a bit soft at points, but useful for handing out at occupations)

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Today, with the defeat of ERA, the tightening economy, and increased conservatism, it is easier once again for white women to believe the dangerous fantasy that if you are good enough, pretty enough, sweet enough, quiet enough, teach the children to behave, hate the right people, and marry the right men, then you will be allowed to co-exist with patriarchy in relative peace, at least until a man needs your job or the neighborhood rapist happens along. And true, unless one lives and loves in the trenches it is difficult to remember that the war against dehumanization is ceaseless.
But Black women and our children know the fabric of our lives is stitched with violence and with hatred, that there is no rest. We do not deal with it only on the picket lines, or in dark midnight alleys, or in the places where we dare to verbalize our resistance. For us, increasingly, violence weaves through the daily tissues of our living — in the supermarket, in the classroom, in the elevator, in the clinic and the schoolyard, from the plumber, the baker, the saleswoman, the bus driver, the bank teller, the waitress who does not serve us.
Some problems we share as women, some we do not. You fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you, we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs upon the reasons they are dying.

-audre lorde, age, race, class and sex, 1980 (via opheliadoris







Have any of you all noticed the huge trend on Native American looking clothing and the feathers. Its also getting annoying.

Which is why whenever my friends get Arabic tats, they run them by me first to make sure they understand the meaning.

But yeah, it makes me cringe when people have tattoos in Arabic on them and they can’t read them, but they tell me, “it’s supposed to mean: x” and it doesn’t.

Actually, I have a serious issue with this. I don’t care if the person did real research. I don’t care if they do know and understand the significance of the item/tattoo/whatever. IT IS STILL CULTURAL APPROPRIATION AND IT IS STILL RACIST. If the significance of it does not include you then it is wrong for you to use it. No matter how much genuine knowledge you might have about it, it is still NOT YOURS TO TAKE.

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The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is a normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave.

Assata Shakur (via funeral


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When the topic of misogyny comes up, and men change the subject, it trivializes misogyny.

When the topic of misogyny comes up, and men change the subject, it conveys the message that whatever men want to talk about is more important than misogyny.

When the topic of misogyny comes up, and men change the subject to something that’s about them, it conveys the message that men are the ones who really matter, and that any harm done to men is always more important than misogyny.

And when the topic of misogyny comes up, and men change the subject, it comes across as excusing misogyny. It doesn’t matter how many times you say, “Yes, of course, misogyny is terrible.” When you follow that with a “Yes, but…”, it comes across as an excuse. In many cases, it is an excuse. And it contributes to a culture that makes excuses for misogyny.

- Greta Christina at freethoughtblogs on excusing misogyny and derailing (via she-hulk-smash


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How to Win at College

1. Don’t do all your reading

2. Be class privileged

3. Be class privileged

4. I wasn’t kidding about that class-privilege

5. Don’t have ADHD

6. Be White

7. Be allistic

8. And don’t have social phobia or non-normative ways of communicating

9. Be White

10. Be so class privileged that you don’t even need to get a job

11. Don’t be disabled—at all

12. Be cisgender. Unless you live in a really gay area, be straight

13. It wouldn’t hurt if you were a man, either

14. Did I mention that you need a lot of money?

Like most women, I currently live in a society where violence, harassment and scary shit can break out at any moment, just because I told some random asshole “no” without bothering to be nice about it. Doing that is so dangerous that most women don’t dare; after a few scary incidents, they learn to make up excuses, to smile, to be sweet and welcoming, to act as if every single random asshole on the street is a precious new friend that they would just LOVE to stand outside of the Chipotle and chat with FOR HOURS, if only cruel fate had not intervened. That’s what it’s actually like, being a woman: Playing nice with every random asshole, because this random asshole might be the one who hurts you. And then, if he hurts you anyway, they’ll tell you that you led him on.