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Dinner Date
This has been the personal project I've been working on for the past week and a half! I took my time, sorry lol. I put too much effort into this I'm tired
This is just such a sad and terrible thing to be happening.
I remember reading Maus one semester in my senior years at high school for English. I never actually managed to finish the book, but I do remember that what I did read was absolutely beautifully written and told such an important story.
To think that it has now been added to a list of banned books when we live in a time when we need to learn as much from the mistakes of the past as possible is horrifying.
Tonight I gave Art Spiegelman the National Book Awards Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. And we're both being banned. Some of you may think this is a good thing because you don't like my books or you don't care for Maus. But I guarantee that there are books you love on the banned lists too. That's why libraries and librarians fight for their rights to have all the books on the shelves and for your rights to read them. And it's why I support them.
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.
Quick doodle after watching some WoT
"I thought that I was going to shoot over that wall, but I am the wall!" - QuickyBaby, streamer, playing Maus
A dead mouse under our table at the Buschenschank in Salzburg ...
