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fotojournalismus: Brazil June 17, 2013 1. A military police...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 09:27:22 -0400

Brazil June 17, 2013

1. A military police officer pepper sprays a protester during a demonstration in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on Monday, June 17, 2013. (Victor R. Caivano/AP)

2. Protestors are reflected on the glass of a building, left, as they march in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Monday, June 17, 2013. Protests in Sao Paulo, Rio de Janeiro and other Brazilian cities, set off by a 10-cent hike in public transport fares, have clearly moved beyond that issue to tap into widespread frustration in Brazil about a heavy tax burden, politicians widely viewed as corrupt and woeful public education, health and transport systems and come as the nation hosts the Confederations Cup soccer tournament and prepares for next month’s papal visit. (Felipe Dana/AP)

3. Demonstrators march in Rio de Janeiro downtown on June 17, 2013, against higher public transportation fares and the use of public funds to disrupt international football tournaments. (Christophe Simon/AFP/Getty Images)

4. Demonstrators face riot police during one of the many protests around Brazil’s major cities in Belo Horizonte June 17, 2013. (Pedro Vilela/Reuters)

5. Demonstrators shout anti-government slogans behind a banner during one of many protests around Brazil’s major cities in Sao Paulo June 17, 2013. (Alex Almeida/Reuters)

6. A demonstrator shouts at police during a protests in front of the Brazilian National Congress in Brasilia, Brazil, Monday, June 17, 2013. (Eraldo Peres/AP)

7. Policemen arrest students during a protest at the National Congress, on June 17, 2013 in Brasilia. (Evaristo Sa/AFP/Getty Images)

8. A demonstrator argues with police during a protest against the Confederation’s Cup and the government of Brazil’s President Dilma Rousseff in Brasilia June 17, 2013. (Ueslei Marcelino/Reuters)

9. Protestors march in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil on June 17, 2013. (Felipe Dana/AP)

10. A demonstrator waves a Brazilian flag by a burning a car in downtown Rio de Janeiro June 17, 2013. (Sergio Moraes/Reuters)

prosetitute: decolonizehistory: #handsoffassata “My name is...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:19:00 -0400

prosetitute:

decolonizehistory:

#handsoffassata

“My name is Assata (“she who struggles”) Olugbala ( ”for the people” ) Shakur (“the thankful one”), and I am a 20th century escaped slave. Because of government persecution, I was left with no other choice than to flee from the political repression, racism and violence that dominate the US government’s policy towards people of color. I am an ex political prisoner, and I have been living in exile in Cuba since 1984. I have been a political activist most of my life, and although the U.S. government has done everything in its power to criminalize me, I am not a criminal, nor have I ever been one. In the 1960s, I participated in various struggles: the black liberation movement, the student rights movement, and the movement to end the war in Vietnam. I joined the Black Panther Party. By 1969 the Black Panther Party had become the number one organization targeted by the FBI’s COINTELPRO program. because the Black Panther Party demanded the total liberation of black people, J. Edgar Hoover called it “greatest threat to the internal security of the country” and vowed to destroy it and its leaders and activists.”

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Thu, 13 Jun 2013 00:07:02 -0400

theyoungradical: ghareeba: Iraqi orphans singing. UNICEF...

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 15:24:41 -0400

theyoungradical:

ghareeba:

Iraqi orphans singing.

UNICEF claims that there are approximately 800,000 orphans in Iraq today.

In Iraqi state orphanages, 1 in 3 children face abuse.

“I’m too young for all this pain, I’m too young for all this agony
I live in an Orphanage,
and my dreams sleep with me”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka6BKvw8A6c

theirrelevantsoul: roseofjericho: kurdikurdistan: iprincessgaa...

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 15:18:31 -0400

theirrelevantsoul:

roseofjericho:

kurdikurdistan:

iprincessgaara:

anorex-chic:

meeow-for-me:

I have chills after reading this post. I literally feel like im going to throw up.. I will always reboot this.

real, actual issues in the world right now

This is happening in the world but people are worried about what a celebrity is going to name their child.

this doesn’t have anything to do with Kurdistan but its worth millions of reblogs, spread the word.

my heart breaks for these women :(

This is so tragic. My heart goes out to them and anyone else that is a victim to this type of torture.

fotojournalismus: Hussein Gallo, 7, stands by a mural of Nelson...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 11:52:42 -0400

fotojournalismus:

Hussein Gallo, 7, stands by a mural of Nelson Mandela in the Soweto township in Johannesburg, South Africa on June 7, 2013.

[Credit : Jerome Delay/AP]

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 11:52:10 -0400

dynamicafrica: “Three-hundred years of white supremacy in South...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 11:49:50 -0400

dynamicafrica:

“Three-hundred years of white supremacy in South Africa has placed us in bondage, stripped us of our dignity, robbed us of our self-esteem and surrounded us with hate.” - Ernest Cole

Images of every day life for black people in South Africa under Apartheid, taken by South African photographer Ernest Cole.

Ernest Cole was born in South Africa’s capital city Pretoria in 1940. When Cole was 28, he applied for a job at Drum magazine and soon became the assistant of Jurgen Schadeberg, Drum’s chief photographer.

Cole had begin given a camera earlier in his life by a Roman Catholic priest and decided to receive some formal experience by enrolling in a correspondence course with the New York Institute of Photography in the 1960s. This encouraged him to begin to document the realities of Apartheid. In the early 1960s, after leaving Drum to work for Bantu World newspaper (now The Sowetan), Cole began to freelance for his former employer Drum as well as Rand Daily Mail and the Sunday Express, making him South Africa’s first freelance photographer.

With an urge to leave South Africa for New York in the mid-60s, Cole did something unheard - he somehow managed to get the South African Racial Classification Board to re-classify him from Black to Coloured. This enabled him to leave the country in 1966 taking his photographs with him. After showing his photographs to Magnum Photos, Cole published the book House of Bondage which was banned in South Africa.

Cole later moved to Sweden and in 1990 he passed away from cancer whilst living in New York.

Watch a ten-minute documentary trailer about Ernest Cole.

anarchicpandas: Revolution in 90 seconds.This is what happening...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 11:53:15 -0400

anarchicpandas:

Revolution in 90 seconds.This is what happening right now in Turkey.

humanrightswatch: A woman from Cassoca shows a gold nugget...

Mon, 27 May 2013 15:35:28 -0400

humanrightswatch:

A woman from Cassoca shows a gold nugget panned that day by a member of her family that would earn enough income to cover a month’s expenses. Residents from Cassoca expressed concern that once they are relocated, they would lose access to gold panning, which is an important source of secondary income for the community.

© 2013 Samer Muscati/Human Rights Watch

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Mon, 27 May 2013 15:27:42 -0400

fotojournalismus: An elderly Indian widow hangs clothes to dry...

Mon, 27 May 2013 15:23:24 -0400

fotojournalismus:

An elderly Indian widow hangs clothes to dry inside her small living quarter at an Ashram in Varanasi, India on May 27, 2013. In India, being a widow remains one of the worst stigmas. When her husband dies, the widow often becomes a pariah, excluded from family gatherings for fear the mere fall of her shadow will bring bad luck and tragedy. In the North, many journey to the holy cities of Vrindavan and Varanasi, where they beg, and are paid a pittance to recite prayers in the temple as they wait for the end.

[Credit : Rajesh Kumar Singh/AP]

ethiopienne: fuckyeablackart: Black Women in Advertising by...

Wed, 22 May 2013 01:52:04 -0400

ethiopienne:

fuckyeablackart:

Black Women in Advertising by ~AlexandraDal

“and my ‘natural hair’ better be loosely curled okay”

"Vulnerability is the only authentic state. Being vulnerable means being open, for wounding, but also..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 02:10:57 -0400

“Vulnerability is the only authentic state. Being vulnerable means being open, for wounding, but also for pleasure. Being open to the wounds of life means also being open to the bounty and beauty. Don’t mask or deny your vulnerability: it is your greatest asset. Be vulnerable: quake and shake in your boots with it. The new goodness that is coming to you, in the form of people, situations, and things can only come to you when you are vulnerable and open.”

- Stephen Russell (via thatkindofwoman)

"If you are reading this in the United States or Canada, whose land are you on, dear reader? What are..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:50:33 -0400

“If you are reading this in the United States or Canada, whose land are you on, dear reader? What are the specific names of the Native nation(s) who have historical claim to the territory on which you currently read this article? What are their histories before European invasion? What are their historical and present acts of resistance to colonial occupation? If you are like most people in the United States and Canada, you cannot answer these questions. And this disturbs me.”

- Qwo-Li Driskill (Cherokee), “Doubleweaving Two-Spirit Critiques: Building Alliances between Native and Queer Studies” (via nepantlastrategies)

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Sun, 19 May 2013 23:47:34 -0400

theyoungradical: Israel is a fascist state

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:59:31 -0400

theyoungradical:

Israel is a fascist state

"Nothing can wear you out like caring about people."

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:37:47 -0400

“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”

- S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via cinisterr)

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Wed, 15 May 2013 01:18:21 -0400

its-salah: Following his release from Guantanamo Bay, Sami...

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:16:07 -0400

its-salah:

Following his release from Guantanamo Bay, Sami Al-Hajj, a (former) Guantanamo Bay detainee, dashes towards his eight year old son Mohammad and swoops him up in his arms, hugging him and planting tender kisses on his face in their first reunion after seven years.

After being imprisoned in Guantanamo Bay for seven years, during which he was repeatedly interrogated and tortured, including being physically, sexually, and psychologically abused, Al Hajj was released without any charges held against him.

Al Hajj, a journalist for the Al Jazeera network, was arrested in Pakistan in 2001 while on his way to do camerawork for the network concerning the war that had recently broken out in Afghanistan. It has been speculated by both Al Hajj’s lawyer, Clive Stafford Smith, and Reporters Without Borders that the main reason that he was incarcerated for so long was due to the US Miliary’s desire to make him an informant against Al Jazeera, as most of Al Hajj’s interrogations consisted of American interrogators questioning him about the (Al Jazeera) network.

While in Guantanamo, Al Hajj wrote a poem titled Humiliated in Shackles to his son Mohammad:

When I heard pigeons cooing in the trees,
Hot tears covered my face.

When the lark chirped, my thoughts composed
A message for my son.

Mohammad, I am afflicted.
In my despair, I have no one but Allah for comfort.

The oppressors are playing with me,
As they move freely around the world.

They ask me to spy on my countrymen,
Claiming it would be a good deed.

They offer me money and land,
And freedom to go where I please.

Their temptations seize
My attention like lightning in the sky.

But their gift is an empty snake,
Carrying hypocrisy in its mouth like venom,

They have monuments to liberty
And freedom of opinion, which is well and good.

But I explained to them that
Architecture is not justice.

America, you ride on the backs of orphans,
And terrorize them daily.

Bush, beware.
The world recognizes an arrogant liar.

To Allah I direct my grievance and my tears.
I am homesick and oppressed.

Mohammad, do not forget me.
Support the cause of your father, a God-fearing man.

I was humiliated in the shackles.
How can I now compose verses? How can I now write?

After the shackles and the nights and the suffering and the tears,
How can I write poetry?

My soul is like a roiling sea, stirred by anguish,
Violent with passion.

I am a captive, but the crimes are my captors’.
I am overwhelmed with apprehension.

Lord, unite me with my son Mohammad.
Lord, grant success to the righteous.