I was going through some old photographs and belongings of my grandmother’s in storage and I came across this. She saved the newspaper clipping from her internment.
Reading it made me feel so sad and disgusted I wanted to cry.
LTMC: Jingoistic journalism at its best.
Never forget. This actually happened. In America. The United States.
FDR decided people of a certain heritage didn’t have rights and damn near everyone rolled over and let him do it.
Do not forget this. Do not let it happen again.
Next time someone says “the government would never do that!” or “the American people would never let that happen!” remind them of this.
The Middle Passage journey from West Africa to the Americas took 4 to 6 months.
Try walking around without wiping your butt for a day or a week. Yep now try laying down in shit for 4-6 weeks, most of it isnt your own. Then add some blood and some mucus. Then grab some chains. Slavery was that bad. dont u ever fucking tell me it wasnt! (via howtobenoladarling)
Not to mention every now and then you were raped by those that were working the ships. Male and female were raped.
24 hrs laying in extremely tight positions with hundreds of people that are suffering from all kinds of diseases due to malnutrition. Weather wasnt always the way the ship owners planned and voyages took longer than usually, the longest I was told by a professor was a whole year.
Most people have no idea what happened to our ancestors, and that’s due to the fact that the powers that be want to act like it never happened.
Reblogging some real shit from my Liked posts. Because fuck you.
And let’s add on the fact that ships have to make port and re-supply and between Africa and America lay the Caribbean and South America, which still took a great deal more to travel to. So families were separated not only by death and torment, but by members being sold off on a different continent than where they might have been bound.
Not to mention ships get blown off course, and the slave next to you might have died and you have to sleep next to a corpse for who knows how long before the crew finally decides to handle it and toss it overboard like so much offal.
Sharks still follow the course of the slave trade ships till this day due to the amount of offal and human bodies that were tossed overboard in the ship’s wake.
(Damn is that last thing about sharks true?!)
Yes. They threw so many bodies overboard it changed the ecological feeding patterns of sharks. They follow the slave ships from dock to port. They were even used as an act of terrorism to force Africans on to ships and encourage them not to commit suicide. Slave ships were often packed for collateral damage. It was estimated that many would not make the journey and all those bodies thrown overboard were insured. That’s how insurance companies got their start… It’s also how many families built their family fortune.
This was a business.
You know, even though I’m anti Israel now, saying that I didn’t have a very good time on Birthright almost three years ago would be lying, and now whenever I see someone on my Facebook newsfeed talk about how they’re going to go, or when they post pictures from their trip, it ‘s painful, because…
Israel is not a colony it is a country. You didn’t help colonialism because Israel is a country and not subject to the rule of any foreign entity. Israel is a legally established nation and has a right to its land.
It’s not colonialism nor is it imperialism. Israel is a great nation full of freedom, innovation, and equal rights.
Yes I did help colonialism because I was benefiting the Israeli economy, which funds the displacement of the Palestinian people on a daily basis.Israel is a great nation full of freedom, innovation, and equal rights.Tell that to the Arabs and Ethiopians who reside in Israel.
Would that be the same Arabs and Ethiopian Jews who have equal rights and are Israeli citizens? Or do you mean the Palestinians who live in this so called “Palestine” and the illegal Ethiopians who are causing havoc in Tel Aviv?
What is it to leave a place? What is it to question your own memory of that place? What is it to have this innate connection to a place in which you don’t live at anymore? How can you keep generating a collective and cultural memory which you know you’re very much implicated in and very much spiritually connected to but meanwhile, the connections are very frayed… but meanwhile, they are overwhelmingly strong. The poem for me becomes a way to give contour to all these provisional, competing, difficult, contestatory, generous, poignant, ridiculous notions of home, war, how do you tell a story?
—Myung Mi Kim, in Between the Lines: Asian American Women’s Poetry (2001)