I’m gonna have to just go ‘head and call this boy……*dials* …… Hello? Can I speak to…to Michael? Oh hey… How you doin? Uh. I feel kinda silly skin this but. This is the waitress from the coffee house on 39th and Lennox. You know.. The one with the braids….? Yea. Well. I see you on Wednesdays all the time. You come in every wednesday on your lunch break I think…. And you ALWAYS order the special….. With the hot chocolate. My manager be trippin and stuff. Talkin bout we gotta use water but…. I always use milk and cream for you…. Cause I think you’re kinda sweet:) anyways u always got some fly blue suit n ur cuff links are shinin all bright. So what u do? Oh word?! Yeah….. That’s interesting. Look man, I mean I don’t wanna waste your time but … I know girls don’t usually do this but I was wondering if maybe we could get together OUTSIDE the restaurant..one day? Cause I DO Look a lot different outside my work clothes. I mean we could just go across the street to the park right here. Wait. Hold up. My cell phones breaking. Up. Hold up. Can you hear me now?? Yeah…. So what day did you say? Oh yeah…. Tuesdays perfect :)
My grandparents surprised me in Durango and took me out to dinner and it was just so sweet. I miss them all the time so much and we just sat and talked about our Pueblo People’s history and they gave me all the village gossip and Im crying because I don’t want them to leave. My Grandpa was so cute sitting there enjoying his tatanka burger. Please, don’t leave me in granola ass Durango!!!
“If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn’t afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they’re seventeen.”—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via flowerjjangftw)
This weekend I am going to make me a good meal in order to reward myself for eating healthy and doing the gym and my readings all week. Also, I need to feel good before the storm of this 20 credit semester really begins. (I also got overly involved on campus so like…Lord help me, please)
Mainstream feminists of the 1960s and 1970s regarded the issue of reproductive rights as exclusively the winning of legal abortion, without acknowledging the racist policies that have historically prevented women of color from bearing and raising as many children as they wanted.
[Angela] Davis argues that the history of the birth control movement and its racist sterilization programs necessarily make the issue of reproductive rights far more complicated for Black women and other women of color, who have historically been the targets of this abuse. Davis traces the path of twentieth-century birth-control pioneer Margaret Sanger from her early days as a socialist to her conversion to the eugenics movement, an openly racist approach to population control based on the slogan, “[More] children from the fit, less from the unfit.”
Those “unfit” to bear children, according to the eugenicists, included the mentally and physically disabled, prisoners, and the non-white poor. As Davis noted, “By 1932, the Eugenics Society could boast that at least twenty-six states had passed compulsory sterilization laws, and that thousands of ‘unfit’ persons had been surgically prevented from reproducing.”
In launching the “Negro Project” in 1939, Sanger’s American Birth Control League argued, “[T]he mass of Negroes, particularly in the South, still breed carelessly and disastrously.” In a personal letter, Sanger confided, “We do not want word to get out that we want to exterminate the Negro population and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to their more rebellious members.”
Racist population-control policies left large numbers of Black women, Latinas, and Native American women sterilized against their will or without their knowledge. In 1974, an Alabama court found that between 100,000 and 150,000 poor Black teenagers were sterilized each year in Alabama.
“Traditionally, in american society, it is the members of oppressed, objectified groups who are expected to stretch out and bridge the gap between the actualities of our lives and the consciousness of our oppressor. For in order to survive, those of us for whom oppression is as american as apple pie have always had to be watchers to become familiar with the language and manners of the oppressor, even sometimes adopting them for some illusion of protection. Whenever the need for some pretense of communication arises, those who profit from our oppression call upon us to share our knowledge with them. In other words, it is the responsibility of the oppressed to teach the oppressors their mistakes. I am responsible for educating teachers who dismiss my children’s culture in school. Black and Third World people are expected to educate whir people as to our humanity. Women are expected to educate men. Lesbians and gay men are expected to educate the heterosexual world. The oppressors maintain their position and evade responsibility for their own actions. There is a constant drain of energy which might be better used in redefining ourselves and devising realistic scenarios for altering the present and constructing the future.”—
You are right, the churning is for you, for you are right, no one but you I spin for all night, all day, restless for your
sight to pass across the lawn, tease grasses, because I so like how you lay above me, how I hovered beneath you, and we learned some other way to say: There you are. —cate marvin, a windmill makes a statement