In New York, more than a 100 Haitian-Americans, who were joined by a few Dominicans, gathered near the Consulate General of the Dominican Republic, demanding that a ruling by the country’s constitutional court be reversed. Retroactive to 1929, it effectively makes refugees out of nearly 300,000 Dominicans of Haitian ancestry if they cannot prove their parents were legally in the country.
"These people were born in the Dominican Republic, a lot of them don’t speak Creole and don’t know anyone in Haiti," said Barbara Saint-Louis, a protest organizer with the Haitian Diaspora for Civic and Human Rights. ”We’re asking for justice.”
Angel Vicioso, a Dominican living in New York, spoke to the crowd and was equally critical about his country’s ruling.
"They want to apply something back to 1929 and if they do that, I don’t even know if I’m Dominican," he said.
The U.N. on Thursday reiterated its call for the Dominican government to “ensure that Dominican citizens of Haitian origin are not deprived of their right to nationality.” The world body has said the court decision violates the Dominican Republic’s international human rights obligations.
But protesters had sharper words, calling the ruling a “racist civic genocide” as they waved Haitian flags and displayed English and Creole signs.
"It’s not a political situation; it’s a humanitarian situation," said Vilaile Charlotte, a Haitian-Dominican living in New York. He has six children who live in Santo Domingo.
Photos via Teresa Gutierrez
I think it’s a good idea to not think about how much money I’ve spent on soy chai in the past three weeks.
Yesterday I had a discussion about this New Black bs with my mom and true to form, she did not disappoint by all but saying, I’m up here, I raised you and your brother to be up here, and you are not like other Black people. (not her actual words, but that’s basically what she said)
I told her I felt uncomfortable with the idea of New Black because:
1. It sounds like exclusionary blackness, and I don’t agree with that at all. I’m here for all Black folks, from the bougie to the ratchet. I don’t know if exclusionary blackness is a thing, but it fits in my mind.
2. Being New Black does not excuse reality. You can talk about being post-racial all you please, but we’re still getting followed in the store, stop & frisked on the street, and killed. This post-racial world does not exist, so let’s not pretend that it does. It’s not about “blaming white people for everything”, it’s about understanding the system that we’re being forced to work under. But, who made this system, tho?
3. What’s wrong with the “old” Black? Why are we always trying to prove that we’re better than other Black folks?
I think that we’d be better suited trying to uplift one another to greatness instead of putting on some rose-colored glasses because we have some individual privileges that others may not have. My being an educated, middle-class Black chick makes me no better than young woman growing up in the hood doing what she’s gotta do to survive. We grew up differently, but look at our skin color and what do people see?
Anyway, to sum up: Pharell can miss me with this New Black shit.
THANK YOU. More men, whether or not you find us attractive, need to treat us fat chicks with respect. Every time I go out with my friends and a guy approaches them, I get ignored or treated like I am the protective fire-breathing monster they need to get THROUGH to get to my hot friends.
Look, you don’t wanna sleep with me, that’s fine. Chances are I don’t wanna sleep with you because you’re a douche. But treating me like I’m some type of annoying growth you need to “get rid of” is fucked up. Be a respectful human being.
It’s not an effin game
This semester I went to the White Privilege Conference in Madison, WI for my honors seminar about examining privilege. I made a poster about the behaviors of particular white female musicians who appropriate other cultures as a means of identity and sexualize/objectify WOC as a means of displaying sexual agency and social power. All under the guise of “empowerment”.
This is my take on the knowledge I found through seminar and readings, (esp. online articles) so in no way do I claim these ideas or concepts as my own.
Reading conservative feelings towards public transportation makes me ill.
Earlier today, while waiting for the train at Jackson Square, I definitely saw a woman shoot herself up with (what I’m pretty sure was) heroin. It was pretty out in the open, from where I was standing. Just before that, two women sitting on the ground randomly asked her if she got high, and as it turns out, she does. I happened to turn my head to look at the countdown tickers and saw her shirt lifted up with her stomach exposed. I quickly turned away. She quickly fell into a stupor but managed to get on the train. The two women who gave her the drugs got onto another train car while the woman, now looking very sedated, slowly walked into my train car and sat down. Slumped over.
I’ve only seen something like that happen in movies and TV shows.
Help me, please.
If you were in my shoes, which would you go for?
The cozy two-bed apt with no laundry or outdoor space, but is literally a 2 min walk from the train and bus stop. First and last month fees only. Roommate seems really nice, is gay, has a gf (so she’ll never be home), and will be possibly moving out by Sept. Summer sublet to possible lease takeover in Sept.
Spacious three-bed with laundry and outdoor space that is 10-15 mins from the train but 2 mins from the bus stop? First, last, and broker’s fee. 14 month lease. One person signed on so far, but I haven’t met her.
They’re both approximately the same price, but the two-bed is going up by $30.
The Packard factory of Detroit, Michigan – the largest (3.5 million square foot complex on 35 acres of land) abandoned factory ever.
The buildings were built in 1903 and the company went bankrupt in the late 1950s.
The persistence of Ms. Jackson
The Persistence of Memory (1931), Salvador Dali / Ms. Jackson, Outkast
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