Flames Need Fanning: "Why are the environmental justice activists so angry? Don't they want to actually build a movement?"
Please contact me! I am a WOC who also attended Powershift and was VERY frustrated by almost all of the white attendees. Had one particular experience in particular that was very angering and isolating for me. I’d love to talk. I also run a feminist blog called Bluestockings Magazine (www.bluestockingsmagazine.com). I’d love to feature this piece and more of yours!
This piece is in response to the extensive reactions from largely middle class, White youth organizers at Powershift; As well as, the reactions of several White, middle class organizers to the recent ‘disruptiveness’ of voices of discontent shortly there after:
"Why are the environmental…
10:51 pm • 26 October 2013 • 49 notes
He had the weirdest smile. I call them ‘war memorial smiles’. Let me explain.
I live in Washington D.C. It’s the town of lobbyists. 4-7 PM at any restaurant is “happy let’s-talk-about-clean-coal hour”. I promise you, man, there’s no such thing as clean coal.
If you live in D.C. you never think about the First Lady or the Department of
Agriculture more than the average person.
Once I saw Joe Biden in Starbucks. He ordered a regular sized coffee and put in two creamers and three packets of Splenda. I wonder if he drinks his coffee so sweet because he just can’t take how much of a bad taste this world is. But then I think, damn the Vice President of the US of A does not have the time to sugarcoat anything. Drink your coffee black, and face the day. If you can’t take your coffee black, then how are you going to deal with unemployment and gentrification and other shit like that.
Joe Biden wears a lot of makeup.
D.C. is also the town of tourists. I love watching the tourists watch all the museums and the monuments. It’s always like this:
You and your family are on vacation and your feet are blistering because you just walked like three miles to get to the Vietnam War Memorial. And you get there and your dad wants to take a picture of the family. So you line up in front of the black granite that has all these names on it, names of men and women that died too soon. And you’re looking into your dad’s camera and you feel like you should smile because that’s what you do when you look into a camera. But if you smile, it’s as if you’re being irreverent but maybe you should smile because that means you’re thankful. And all while you’re thinking about this, your dad goes 3-2-1-smile and takes the pictures. And later you look at the picture and see that your mouth managed some crooked thing and your eyes are saying I’m-awkward-even-when-I’m-by-myself-in-my-room-watching-Twin-Peaks-way-too-late-at-night.
Well that was this boy’s smile all the time. As if all the fucking time he felt it
inappropriate to be smiling. And I don’t mean because of all the dying children in Africa. More so because of the fact that usually when we smile, it’s because we are thinking about someone or something else and not the people or things or war memorials right behind us.
9:39 pm • 26 January 2013 • 2 notes
there are some things of which I am proud
Brown’s first feminist-minded, gender-aware publication—both in print and online (click above for link).
Gloria Steinem is in our first issue. That’s all.
10:35 am • 22 December 2012 • 1 note
Alfred Hitchcock directing the MGM lion, circa 1958.
Photograph by Sinclair Bull.
1:04 pm • 15 August 2012 • 43,209 notes