May 13, 2013

deafmuslimpunx:

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.

And yet, there still remain many more innocent Afghan & Pakistani men imprisoned at Guantanamo.

(via queerqueerspawn)

April 7, 2013
general tw (discussion of rape)

sunbearsbask:

i don’t know, I could just be off on something super weird here, but I have been thinking a lot about anti-rape campaigns and how they don’t really take care of survivors or ever really address that as a concern, and I also have been thinking about “community” for trauma survivors and how that doesn’t really work either. for clarification, I do not identify as a rape survivor, so please feel free to check me around that/i will do my best to check myself

there have been multiple really good discussions about how “no means no” and “yes means yes” are not effective slogans when it comes to actually talking about survivors and rapists and consent, and the realities of their lives. a lot of anti-rape activism seems to happen in this bubble that draws from theory and feminist media hype and effective sloganeering, but it isn’t really based at all around caring for survivors, their welfare, their logistic needs, etc. 

I guess it seems to me like there is this exclusion sort of implicit in “anti-rape” activism which becomes if you were raped, that activism does not want to claim you/you are not within its ideological bounds. your friends, family, etc can share the story of your rape and how deeply it affected them, they can say “she said no” etc, that is still “anti-rape”. but defining your activism and press and campaigns around being “anti-rape” seems like a totally different category to me, one that is centered around the absence of rape, the before, the space around it, “anti” rape. and so survivors get left in the lurch because there is no space to talk about rape, there are no rape activists, your only chance is to find a survivor based care org, or turn to your own (probs fractured) personal network. 
anti-rape activists are there to deal with everything except rape and survivors by virtue of their name and principles, so they keep manufacturing campaigns and slogans and everyone gets soooo into the hype but survivors are left behind.

does this make any sense?? like, I just feel like “community” is not a word meant to incorporate survivors in any way b/c it is all about like, not having trust issues basically and ignores that community/family is generally pretty fucking triggering for most survivors who probably were abused etc. by someone closest to them/who they trusted. like community does not work for me as an abuse survivor when i know that no one is more likely to go to meetings and make speeches and be actively seen as “anti-abuse” then a really clever abuser who wants to cover their tracks, and who can talk about abuse so well/manipulate me bc they are an abuser. 

anyways, okay, that’s what I wanted to say. plz message me if you have questions/want to talk more/want to call me out? like i said before, I do not identify as a rape survivor so I am tentative to talk about this in the first place but am trying to come from a place where I want to prioritize survivors and their experiences <3

this resonates with me a lot

March 29, 2013
News-Record.com : Bill would extend waiting period for divorce to two years

barefootmouse:

johndarnielle:

I am glad that on the night my mother took my sister and I to a cheap motel on Foothill Boulevard, with no plans for the future except to help us escape from the the horror that our lives had become, there was no “Healthy Marriage Act” in place. I love my marriage, but my marriage isn’t everybody’s marriage: this bill assumes that all marriages are essentially the same. They are not. Some are prisons. When you need to get out of prison you don’t need two years to stop and reflect on whether you’ve done enough to make your cell look nice. You will be doing me, and children who live in houses where quick divorce would be the greatest blessing and the first I-own-this-and-this-is-mine step toward healing, a huge solid if you will write to Senator Allran and tell him respectfully and lovingly that this bill harms those who most need help. If you are able to share your experience of getting free, so much the better. 

Hard even to contain how angry this makes me.

Just wrote to the Senator; hope others are doing so as well.

(via smallestmouse)

February 18, 2013

biyuti:

i’ve said this before

but it bears repeating

re: hate being toxic or whatever

being a person who was abused into being compliant and complacent

and being a person

desperately (still) trying to find my anger again

and. yeah. my hate.

both anger and hate are human.

and I refuse to be anything less than human.

to experience anything less than the full range of human emotion

i will not diminish myself

just because some concern trolls think that

being subhuman

is something worth desiring

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Filed under: hate anger humanity abuse 
February 1, 2013

bloomsburyist:

Here, let me tell you all about these long-dead, wildly codependent child prodigies/Weimar darlings who cause me acute emotional pain…. 

The two oldest siblings in the hyper-literate Mann family, Erika and Klaus were born a year apart, but behaved, from early childhood onwards, “twin-like in an almost provocative way” (Klaus’s words.)  Faced with an abusive father and a mother whose relationship with her own twin brother prompted rumors of incest, they instead created “an exclusive make-believe world in which they [shared] a secret language and role-played a variety of bizarre characters” (Andrea Weiss.)  Klaus again: “We did not need the outside world… What could it offer us?  In our own realm we found everything we could wish for.  We had our own laws and taboos, games and superstitions; our songs and slogans, our arbitrary animosities and predilections.  We were self-sufficient.”  Both were queer; both had enough pride to verge on the ‘smug’; both made it a point to remain outspoken against homophobic policies throughout their lives.

Klaus grew up to be a writer; Erika, a writer and actress.  In 1922, they moved to Berlin (“Sodom and Gomorrah in a Prussian tempo”), and rapidly established their reputation both as a formidably talented addition to the theater scene, and as the most charming set of pseudo-twin socialists to be seen for miles around.  Their love lives were jumbled to a near-slapstick degree— memorably, Klaus’s fiancée once cheated on Klaus with Erika, aided by the fact that Erika’s fiancé was elsewhere, busy cheating on Erika with Klaus.  And that doesn’t even begin to cover the Annemarie-Holds-a-Torch-and-it-Never-Goes-Out debacle of 1931.  

When the Nazis rose to power, Erika’s first response was to open an anti-fascist cabaret; her second was to flee with Klaus, joining the ranks of exiled intellectuals in New York City.  Both continued to publish prolifically throughout the ’40s; after the war, however, the Manns found themselves persecuted by the FBI, under suspicion of homosexuality and leftist leanings— an experience which, in combination with the destruction he had witnessed in Germany, left Klaus severely depressed.  In 1949, paranoid that he might be losing the affections of his sister to his father, he committed suicide; Erika, despite surviving him by twenty years, is said to have never recovered.  Before Klaus’s death, the two had grown apart— due primarily to Klaus’s ever-increasing drug use— and in her unfinished autobiography (which refuses to mention her childhood,) he plays a disarmingly minor role.  At one point, however, she tells us about a time when they were both very young, and had been taken out for a walk with their governess.  Seeing a girl playing alone in the park, she remembers being perplexed, and blurting out: “Where is your Eissi [nickname for Klaus]?  One has to have an Eissi!”  Until that moment, it had not occurred to her that a girl might lack a brother for a playmate.  Erika concludes this anecdote by saying that she still believes that one has to have an Eissi, which is why it has been so difficult for her to stay alive these two decades without him.

Today, Erika and Klaus Mann maintain a small but devoted cult following; all of their works are still in print.   

also one time Thomas Mann asked Christopher Isherwood if he’d marry Erika Mann to help her get out of Germany

he felt he couldn’t do it, so what did he do? 

he telegrammed WH Auden, who responded with a single word:

delighted!

they got married; Erika got out of Germany

if that isn’t one of the cutest and happiest stories you’ve ever heard then I don’t get you

January 31, 2013
Help send me back home to Jersey!

crackerhell:

basedmcgoats:

tankmonster:

tankmonster:

Hey guys, those of you who have been following me for the past year know generally what’s going on in my life.

In July of 2011, I attempted suicide and was hospitalized for a few days. Shortly afterwards, my mother suggested I spend a week in Brazil with family to “clear my thoughts.” I was under the impression that I would be gone for A WEEK, so I packed a few clothes and my laptop, gearing up for a week-long stay at my dad’s house.

A week turned into a year and a half. My mother left me with my father, took my passport and is currently refusing to give me my high school transcripts so I can find a job or go to college in Brazil. Basically, I can’t even build a life here because to future employers, I never even went to school. I took the national exams (ENEM) but failed to pass in one area so I’m going back to primary school to get my high school cert, something I did not want to do as it is time consuming and because I have ALREADY graduated high school.

Living in Brazil for me is difficult. I was born in Rio, but moved to the US when I was three years old, so I never really LIVED here except duing the summer when I stayed with family. My Portuguese is horrendous because I never formally studied it, and Brazilians are extremely critical of people who do not speak perfectly. It’s humiliating.

My family isn’t really that helpful either because in some ways they are as bad as my mother. They are rude, abusive, and do not seem to understand the difficulties I’m going through in a completely new environment. They blame me for not being more careful with my passport, when I feel that I should not have to fear my own mother. I am in therapy and taking medication for depression and borderline personality disorder, but I don’t feel any better AT ALL because of the negative environment I’m in.

I just want to go back home. New Jersey IS home to me.

So I’m looking to raise US$3000. This is money that I will be living on while trying to get back on my feet in the US. It will go towards rent, utilities, food, and medication until I find a job to support myself. My family seems open to the idea of helping me get back to the US, but they want to make sure I will be in safe hands and comfortable. If I can raise this money, maybe they will help pay for my plane ticket back.

Please, I’ve never asked for donations before, but I literally can’t be here anymore. I can’t live like this. I feel unwanted and unwelcome in a place that is supposed to be home. A dollar would help, it doesn’t matter!

Plus, I can draw cute things for you for US$3 each!! Check it out [x] [x] [x] [x]

ren suggested i put my paypal email on here! it’s andieyoureastar@rocketmail.com. if you’re looking to commission me, please send me an email at theandressaleite@gmail.com!

please please please help her out and signal boost this if you can, she’s a dear friend and really in need of help! anything would be helpful— a dollar, a few dollars, a signal boost, whatever!

FUCKING HELP BECAUSE JESUS FUCK

D:

(via biyuti)

January 23, 2013

sigur-roskolnikov:

I nearly broke out into tears when I read this.  The message isn’t for me, but I can pass it alone to people who need to see it.

AHHHHH

(Source: tmgtweets, via fromonesurvivortoanother)

January 23, 2013
This petition for Marissa Alexander isn't going to make it :-/

tranqualizer:

uvgotfemale:

Come ON people, I have seen posts about shopping get more attention than this petition. Please help get this message out there. Post on Facebook and other sites. This is a grave injustice.

y’all, this happened around the same time Zimmerman was let off the hook for the killing of Trayvon Martin, he used the Stand Your Ground law to his advantage. it takes only a few minutes to make an account and sign this to help stop the criminalization of WOC.

January 14, 2013
"Having a self is dangerous when you’re being abused. Having a self is the most vulnerable thing you can have. A self is up for ridicule, scrutiny, a self might be destroyed if it’s determined your self is sinful. A self is a thing that is in direct defiance of abusers who have told you that you are nothing, you are worthless, you are supposed to be whatever they want you to be, nothing more and nothing less."

Abuse and the inability to exist « Speaking when the world sleeps (via superherotoranse)

(via fromonesurvivortoanother)

December 31, 2012

tranqualizer:

Going through the evaluations that folks fill out after they sit through our teen dating violence prevention presentations and I saw this one and I needed it today/yesterday/years ago: 

just because you are abused or have been abused doesn’t mean you don’t or didn’t love yourself

(via tranqualizer)

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