I’ll leave you guys with this before I go to bed. Too real.
he police are not strangers to black people in Ferguson. And not in a good way. Though blacks accounted for 65% of the city’s population, they comprised 86% of traffic stops, 92% of searches and 93% of arrests after stops in 2013.
At least according to a report from Missouri’s attorney general, as cited by the Los Angeles Times. It doesn’t help that Ferguson’s police department has 53 officers, 48 of whom are white.
I am white and I’m not racist.
But I can understand how I benefit from it. I understand that I have unfair privileges. I understand that whites are prioritized and trusted more than anyone with color. I recognize that I will never fully understand what it’s like to be denied rights because of the color of my skin. And I support peaceful protesters that are exercising their goddamned rights to argue how America, Home Of The Free is not equally sharing its so called equality. Fight on.
|—||Martin Luther King, Jr. (via daughterofzami)|
If there is one picture i post on here that i really wish y’all would reblog the fuck out of, it’s this one.
PLEASE. It could save many people that are under the ridiculous police state going on right now in Ferguson Missouri. Those people need our help.
What platitudes then can we fling along with the listless, insufficient wreaths at the stillness that was once so animated and wired, the silence where the laughter was? That fame and accolades are no defence against mental illness and addiction? That we live in a world that has become so negligent of human values that our brightest lights are extinguishing themselves? That we must be more vigilant, more aware, more grateful, more mindful? That we can’t tarnish this tiny slice of awareness that we share on this sphere amidst the infinite blackness with conflict and hate?
That we must reach inward and outward to the light that is inside all of us? That all around us people are suffering behind masks less interesting than the one Robin Williams wore? Do you have time to tune in to Fox News, to cement your angry views to calcify the certain misery?
What I might do is watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting and I might be nice to people, mindful today how fragile we all are, how delicate we are, even when fizzing with divine madness that seems like it will never expire.
|—||Russell Brand: Robin Williams’ divine madness will no longer disrupt the sadness of the world (via drownerrs)|
“ I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.”
Rest In Peace Robin Williams. :(
|—||D.H. Lawrence (via fawksianfella)|
|—||D.H. Lawrence (via margieandlala)|