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Oh my gosh. This is worth the watch. I have nothing but love and respect for this woman.
Oh my gosh. This is worth the watch. I have nothing but love and respect for this woman.
I can't say fuck but I can get fucked, right? Isn't that the big joke? It can happen but I can't talk about it. I can get scammed out of knowledge, cheated out of my history, blinded by lies, and I can have my questions shoved back down my throat. Silenced. Erased. Oppressed. Because if we talk about it people remember and god forbid humanity is portrayed as anything less than perfect. God forbid there was war and genocide and racism and hate and blood in the streets. God forbid we talk about it. Learn about it. As if it wasn't some dirty little secret to hide away and hope disappears. Language is butchered in schools. Literature is too. It is emaciated. Sucked dry of all its substance and sustenance because the things that we stand to gain from it are "uncomfortable" and "obscene". My education should not be based of your comfort. I'm sorry that reality doesn't fit with in the paradigm of your fantasized utopia built on a card house. I'm sorry that the truth falls on the wayside of your razor thin line of comfort and conformity. I'm sorry that you are uncomfortable acknowledging the mistakes of yourself, of your people, of history, of humanity. Your cowardice stifles my generation because you would rather live in a world built by pretty lies. And that I cannot stand for. Give me books that break my heart. I want to scream, I want to sob, I want to feel something get ripped out of my chest, and I want to remember. Emotions tell us we are alive and pain tells us that we have lived and grown and endured. Literature and the art of words is absolutely destroyed by standard education. It becomes standardized and full of rules and bullshit because if they made it easy to understand we would all be smarter for it. And a smart people is a people hard to control. When you ban books you restrict the human condition, you suffocate art, and you attempt to purge the growth of humanity. We grow through language, we grow through expression, and we grow by having our hearts ripped out. We grow through pain and we grow through remembering and learning to be better. Please. Let us bleed. We will be stronger for it.
“Your oppression will not save you.” Best-selling author Ta-Nehisi Coates sits down with Jon Stewart to talk about his latest book, “The Message,” and reconciling past and present vestiges of oppression. They discuss his visits to Senegal, South Carolina, and The West Bank, how past atrocities like slavery and the holocaust can create a zero-sum game of control, the need for safety and statehood despite morally problematic systems, his exposure to Palestinian stories that have been hidden in American media, understanding the physical traumas of the Black community, and the purpose in writing to shape the world around us.
There are many horrible things in this world that I can stomach learning about. The Holocoust is not one of them
Do you know what this is? This is The Heart from Auschwitz.
An act of defiance. A statement of hope. A crime punishable by death.
On December 12, 1944, locked inside Auschwitz, Polish teenager Fania turned twenty. After spending a year in a concentration camp, Fania didn’t expect her birthday to even be remembered - but her best friend, Zlatka, risked everything to make her a birthday present, a paper heart.
Simply making the heart - or carrying it - could get either of them killed.
The heart was signed by many of their friends, bearing notes in Polish, German, French, and Hebrew that announced "When you get old, put your glasses on your nose, take this album in your hand and read my signature again,“ and “Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!” It was an act of great sacrifice and love for a friend.
Less than 40 days later, they began the Death March from Auschwitz to Ravensbruck, and from Ravensbruck to freedom. Fania carried the heart under her arm the whole time. And survived.
Fania donated the heart to the Montreal Holocaust Memorial Center in 1988, where it is a featured piece of their exhibit. You can read more about the story of Fania and Zlatka Meg Wiviott’s Paper Hearts, coming September 2015.
Victims belong to victims, criminals belong to criminals...Apartheid state of Israel are contemporary nazis
Little shoes sit waiting for little feet
But they were those of Jews, never again shall they meet