omg this is amazing. not the content because the writer sounds like they’re someone that would get Buddha tattooed onto their body, but the fact that western white tourists are being told to leave the country for cultural appropriation.
i can already here the resounding “freedom of speech” argument coming up.
“Though you have never possessed me
I have belonged to you since the beginning of time
And sleepily I sit on your chair beside you
Leaning against your shoulder
And your careless arm across my back gesticulates.”—Mina Loy, “One O’Clock at Night”
Here are some of the great QTPOC artists and activists I have interviewed over the past year. Click on their links to find out more about how to support their work, whether it’s buying their books, coming to their shows, or booking them to speak at your school!
In the age of American ethnic diversity, it is all about representation — a spiritual mission to bring you, our fathers, back in the light. History might have worked in favor of Chavez in the past decades, but many Filipino Americans will do what it…
“The point for me is to create relationships based on deeper and more real notions of trust. So that love becomes defined not by sexual exclusivity, but by actual respect, concern, commitment to act with kind intentions, accountability for our actions, and a desire for mutual growth.”—Dean Spade (via navigatethestream)
Lena Palacios’s insight: As part of the Transformative Justice Fall Initiative, Project NIA has partnered with artist Micah Bazant to create this curriculum guide which draws on Micah’s ongoing collaborative work on the topics of scapegoating and transformative justice. This guide uses the public…
““If you blame Native American communities for their poverty, remember that the entire continent was stolen from them.
If you blame Black American communities for their relative poverty, remember that Black Americans were stolen from a continent, trafficked, and enslaved for nearly 300 years.
Tell me again about how your family ‘started from nothing’ when they immigrated. Didn’t they start from whiteness? Seems like a pretty good start.
The American Dream required dual genocides, but tell me again about fairness and equal opportunity. Tell me about democracy, modeled after the Iroquois Confederacy. Tell me your proud heritage, and I will show you the violence that made it so.”
— (via nativnuance)”—
Kim Katrin Crosby, Keynote Speaker for LGBTQ History Month at Dartmouth, on September 30, 2013
More than a thousand people held a rally on Monday in Boac, Marinduque province, to protest a $20-million deal being offered to the province as compensation for the 1996 mine waste spill that killed the Boac River and its tributaries and is considered the country’s worst mining disaster.
given that i believe that healing is such a long process, one that does not end with age, one that gets reopened every time we are hurt; i believe that some of us are meant to live broken hearted. and i don’t mean that in a pessimistic way, it’s not pessimistic to see things the way they are. in fact i think it’s more optimistic to admit that i was born broken hearted and have learned to love anyway and am currently broken hearted and will learn to love anyway. that to me is living.
Hello! My name is Janice Jotika I live in Vancouver, on Coast Salish Territories. I am a queer, women of colour an artist, and a Social Work student. I am writing this on behalf of my sister, my mom and myself. My sister Julie was born with a health condition called Cystic Hygroma which causes a…
Hello Tumblr world! I have a very very very very important and special request. My dear friend Jotika, amazing fierce badass qtipoc artist writer singer, and her family are calling out for some financial support with her sister’s medical bills. If you can, open your pockets - however much or little you can. Please share far and wide! Maraming salamat <3
To: Liberal White People Everywhere, the World Re: Talking about Racism and the Politics of Guilt and Love
“‘Those white things have taken all I had or dreamed,’ she said, ‘and broke my heartstrings too. There is no bad luck in the world but whitefolks.’” Toni Morrison, Beloved
Dear Well-Intentioned Liberal White People (WILWP),
So you want to talk about racism. Well, you should know: it’s going to hurt. To talk the truth about race and racism is a kind of surgery which cannot be anesthetized, sterilized, made painless and easy to consume. You need to feel something. Many things, actually: anger, sadness, fear, guilt, resentment, envy, despair – because that is what real relationships with real human beings are like, and I want you to experience me as a real human being. I don’t want to be a tool, a doll, a fetish, a caricature, a charity case, a monster, or a capital-E Expert in Interracial Politics anymore. You cannot really love any of those things. And I want you to love me; it’s what you taught me to want. I dare you to listen. I dare you to love me.
As a writer, performer, student, and community member engaged in critical dialogue on race and racism, there are certain questions that I am often asked by white people in my life: Why am I responsible for something that my ancestors did (i.e. colonization, slavery, forced migration, cultural genocide)? How long is long enough to feel guilty? If white people are always getting it wrong, why can’t you just tell me how to not be racist? If I don’t want to be an oppressor, what is my place in the struggle for racial liberation?
WILWP, here’s the thing: if you can’t figure it out on your own, I got nothin’. Over the years I have certainly learned a lot of academic theory, a lot of critical history, a lot of postmodern terminological jargon, and if pressed, I could formulate answers to these questions. I could talk about the ways in which the history of European colonization of Asia, the Americas, and Africa continue to shape the socioeconomic realities of the present. I could pull out Peggy McIntosh’s list of white privileges. I could refer you to pre-eminent critical race theorists, and I could cite statistics.
But frankly, I am plumb tired of doing that. You can look it up on the internet for yourself. To enter that discussion is to jump down an endless rabbit hole of contention to which there is no bottom, in which your racial privilege and angst are the perpetual centre of gravity. There is no relationship of love in the darkness of that debate, no way to make you understand, no reason for me to stay.
So let’s make a deal, WILWP. You don’t ask me to explain history’s connection to the present, and I won’t ask you to reimburse generations of poverty created by slavery and indentured servitude, head taxes, internment, and discriminatory education and employment practices. You don’t ask me when you can stop feeling guilty, and I don’t ask you when I’m going to get back those conversations I didn’t have with my grandparents because my family decided that I would have a better chance at life in Canada speaking English instead of an obscure Chinese village dialect. You don’t ask me what your place is in the “struggle for racial equality,” and I don’t tell you that you directly benefit from oppression that has resulted in my personal trauma. To borrow a phrase from the Daria theme song, “Excuse me, you’re standing on my neck.”
What I propose we talk about – what I think we must talk about – is not the theoretical position that white people should take in order to ‘liberate’ people of colour, but rather the positions that you already occupy. Well-intentioned white people, you are inextricably enmeshed in nearly every aspect of my life. You are my teachers, bosses, co-workers, roommates, friends, and sexual partners. And in every one of those roles, the fact of your race gives you some measure of power over me: the power to place yourself in the centre and me in the margin. Your well-intentioned questions, your desire to not feel guilty, your Hollywood White Saviour movies like The Help andThe Last Samurai and Dances With Wolves, and your trips to dig wells in Africa and teach English in Korea do nothing to close the gap between us.
This is perhaps hurtful to read, WILWP, especially if you are someone who knows me well. If you are used to my generally gentle demeanor, my politically correct sense of humour, my middle-class living room manners, you may want to cry. Feel free. I will not tell you that your tears are worthless, though they are dangerous to people like me: white women’s tears have brought many a conversation to a halt, have gotten many people of colour imprisoned and fired for being ‘too aggressive.’
But I believe that tears can be healing as well. As a child, I learned not to cry, have in fact lost the ability to cry in confrontations, because they meant I only got hurt worse. Even people of colour’s tears are worth less than white ones. So let’s all cry if we need to. Talking about racism should cause you pain. Fear, and anger, and yes, guilt too. It means we are speaking the same language.
And what are we really talking about when we talk about race? Well, I don’t know about you, WILWP, and I don’t speak for other people of colour, but I am talking about how to love. Not in the superficial, “let’s just treat everyone the same and bake a cake of rainbows and smiles and eat it and be happy” sense, but about the kind of love that hurts. The kind that is complicated, the kind that struggles to breathe, that leaves bloody handprints on the side of the face. I am talking about the fact that if we are to be quite honest, we already know that there are no final answers to your questions, have always known. That you may not have chosen the legacy of your whiteness, but it is yours, and it is your responsibility to figure out how to heal the damage it has done. If you want to talk about race with me, you have to accept this. If you want to talk about race with me, you have to listen to the things that hurt, that scar and bleed – and love me anyway.
Nepantla is a new poetry e-journal, dedicated to Queer Poets of Color, being curated by Christopher Soto in collaboration with The Lambda Literary Foundation. The mission of Nepantla is to nurture, celebrate, and preserve diversity within the queer poetry community. The journal will be a groundbreaking collection of some the best poetry from the QPOC community.
SIGNAL BOOST! Please support the Nepantla fundraiser on Indiegogo. #necessary
Are you a young Filipino Canadian who is passionate about climate justice?
Would you be excited to make a life altering trip to the Philippines?
The Canadian Youth Climate Coalition, 350 Pilipinas and Canada Philippines Solidarity for Human Rights are supporting two Pinoy Canadians on a journey to Powershift Pilipinas a national climate convergence in Cebu City on March 26-29, 2014. Once there you will join with 200 committed youth activists living in the Philippines to learn, share, strategize, bond, celebrate, empower, and collectively build a unified climate justice movement. Participants will also be immersed in the concrete conditions of disaster-affected communities in the Philippines in the week following the Powershift Conference proper.
350 Pilipinas with its network groups are seeking a qualitative leap in the climate movement’s struggle in the Philippines, particularly issues and concerns of communities directly impacted by climate change. It is also a clear response to the impacts brought by Super Typhoon Yolanda (international name: Haiyan) as the foremost climate issue the country faces today.
We cannot afford another super typhoon wreaking havoc on our dreams and future! If you believe this generation can make a difference, join us take this movement forward! With our voices raised together, we can reclaim power and climate justice. Sulong!
“someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.”—nayyirah waheed