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There Is Actually One Golden Rule To Prevent Sexual Assault
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There Is Actually One Golden Rule To Prevent Sexual Assault

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Jesse Jackson: We Must Choose Nonviolence

Terror haunts the streets of our cities. Since 2008, more than 530 young people have been killed in Chicago. Almost four-fifths of these killings were in 22 African-American and Latino community areas on the city’s South and Southwest sides.

Each year, across the country, about 7,000 African Americans are murdered, more than nine times out of 10 by other African Americans. Far more African Americans are killed on our streets than on foreign battlefields. If a foreign foe took these lives, we would mobilize armies and armadas to stop them. But here, because much of this violence is contained in racially concentrated neighborhoods, there is too much resignation and too little outrage.

We know the roots of this violence. The poor are crowded into desperate neighborhoods. Joblessness produces despair, depression and hopelessness. Drugs and guns spread in the underground economy. Gangs start warring on mean streets. The young go to the poorest schools. They are more likely to be suspended, less likely to graduate. They face the worst job market since the Great Depression.

We know where the guns come from. There are no gun manufacturers or gun shops in Chicago. If we knew the location of a terrorist base providing weapons to kill U.S. soldiers, we would take it out with a drone attack. No one wants drones used here at home, but that’s no reason to ignore the problem.

Chicago knows how to protect people when it has adequate resources. When NATO came to town, the police secured the streets and protected the guests. Historically, when the violence heads uptown, the police react faster and investigate more thoroughly. More police have been dispatched to neighborhoods where the murders have spiked, but citizens there still aren’t protected as well as our guests or uptown businesses are.

In his poem, “The Second Coming,” William Butler Yeats writes of a time when “The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned. The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.”

In the face of this violence, our society seems to lack conviction. Social permissiveness allows the vulnerable to remain unprotected by law. Mass unemployment threatens to become a normal condition. Starving schools of resources is a budgetary item.

And the worst are full of passionate intensity. The National Rifle Association and its lobbies push to weaken gun laws, to free gun stores from responsibility, to block the ability of our municipalities to crack down on the gun flow.

Making our neighborhoods safe won’t be easy. We must target the areas that suffer the most pain, and put young people to work. We need to provide the young with the best, not the worst, educational opportunities. We need the police to make protecting the citizens of those streets a greater priority. We need to crack down on the flow of drugs and guns.

This won’t start from the mayor’s office or the police department. Change will come only when victims demand it. People whose backs are against the wall can imitate the violence of the broader society or they can adjust to it or they can resist. They must resist. In Chicago, many courageous community groups and churches have taken up this cause. We must march on the gun sellers and challenge the gangs. We must march to demand jobs.

One of Franklin Roosevelt’s Four Freedoms is the Freedom from Fear. Violence on our streets tramples a basic human right. Responding requires all the energy and invention that we used in the civil rights movement — from litigation to demonstration, from nonviolent protest to the power of the vote.

We must have for our youth more graduations and fewer funerals. We must choose life over death. We choose nonviolence not because we are scared, but because we are wise. And it is transformative.

We must make the unspeakable unacceptable again.

Source: mohandasgandhi

    • #Jesse Jackson
    • #Nonviolence
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Submitting Guidelines for June Issue

theimpassionedvoice:

Regular Writers:
June 1 - Topic
June 7 - Developed thesis statement (Most research should be done at this point!)
June 14 - Rough Draft.
June 21 - Final

Creative writer and artists: keep us updated. (Experienced writers can contact us to bypass deadlines under certain circumstances.)

News curator needed!

Email submissions and questions at the info@theimpassionedvoice.com

Source: theimpassionedvoice

    • #the impassioned voice
    • #magazine
    • #writing
    • #prose
    • #poetry
    • #art
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sacré coeur M.A. Wakeley
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sacré coeur
M.A. Wakeley

Source: Flickr / maryannwakeley

    • #art
    • #abstract
    • #bristol paper
    • #warm
    • #red
    • #orange
    • #painting
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For Everyone on Tumblr Applying to College

newtheoryoldlove:

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On College Applications v2.1 (PDF)

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Please, please, please REBLOG and send this to as many people as you can! 

Hey tumblr! Back last year I had the good fortune of working on a comprehensive and extremely in-depth guide to college applications. I visited over 30 colleges in my time and gathered a lot of insight, then interviewed a lot of admitted students and worked with a lot of college counselors to make this happen. Last year I put the guide on facebook and tumblr, and it helped well over 400 students. 

The guide opened up a lot of opportunities for a lot of people, and it’s now on its seventh edition. Spread this around, because with the increasing burden on students, they need all the help they can get to represent themselves well, and really find the right schools for them. It doesn’t weigh you down to share this guide, it only helps everyone reach the potential he/she has worked for! 

Also, if you need help with applying or with college essays, or have questions at all, follow the blog I’m starting called The Application Helpline, and ask/submit work there! 

Download links: 

Mediafire 

Zippyshare

P.S. I’m going to be reposting this a lot, especially during early summer and early fall, so I apologize if this gets annoying on your dashboard, lol. 

(via dishabillic)

Source: newtheoryoldlove

    • #college
    • #university
    • #college applications
    • #education
    • #college application
    • #application
    • #applications
    • #class of 2013
    • #high school
    • #junior year
    • #senior year
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Q:Hello, so there was this project that you and your sister had started (a magazine in which writers contributed to I believe) and I was wondering if you could give me the tumblr link for it and is it still continuing?

Anonymous

Hey, we’re back!

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Naming, shaming and blaming people for their weight, shape and size doesn’t work with anorexia and won’t work with obesity either. It’s a complex issue – a toxic obesogenic environment laden with piled-high processed food literally as cheap as chips – while at the same time thinness and the self-control it takes to achieve is highly prized.

We know that people with the serious mental illness of eating disorders have come forward in ever greater numbers for the treatment and help they need because the shame and stigma of the condition has been challenged head-on.

Let’s stop fat shaming now – it serves no purpose. The only shame is on the person who still thinks it’s acceptable to show their prejudice about weight.

There’s no point shaming people about their body shape | Susan Ringwood (via sociolab)

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The Impassioned Voice

theimpassionedvoice:

A compilation of voices that want to be heard; a magazine of op-ed articles, creative writing, and art, a place not only for readers, but writers and artists.

Sifting through the internet age without drowning is a challenge- how do you keep up with schoolwork or a job, sometimes, often times, both, and still manage to read the news, read a book, find new music for the bus ride, and listen to what others have to say? No really, how do you? Because we find it near impossible. The Impassioned Voice is an attempt at curation and consolidation of the various avenues of modern day information in one monthly issue.

Our only requirements for our contributors are that you be passionate about what you write about, and that your words or art makes our readers care for at the very least, the length of your work, and that you are concise and clear. (If you’re not too confident, our editors will be more than happy to work with you.)

You can be twelve or eighty, an acclaimed journalist, a stay at home parent, a part time unicyclist. You can write about what you’ve learned through combining two musical genres, why sock puppets are the greatest thing since sliced bread, about quarks, German Expressionism, metaphysics, ice skating, write a love poem, or a story about a kindergarten’s daydream. You can combine them all in one, or instead tell us to look again at a point in history from a different perspective. The stage is yours.

Head on over to theimpassionedvoice.com and get submitting! 

Source: theimpassionedvoice

    • #the impassioned voice
    • #magazine
    • #writing
    • #prose
    • #op-ed
    • #poetry
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Q:any other secrets you want to tell us? ;)

Anonymous

That winky face looks devious. I don’t trust it. You are not getting any more personal details, PERV. 

Also lol this is hard because my memories with / stories about her are just memories and stories; I don’t know which ones are secret or not to other people. Hmmm give me topics? Food, pop culture, tripping over inanimate objects, awkward interactions with strangers… there’s gotta be a story for each. 

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karaboubum replied to your post: PLEEASE TELL US SOME EMBARRASSING STORIESS :D

Jasmeet, this is fucking precious. Bless your boyfriend. Bless him. LOL.

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED 

    • #karaboubum
    • #blessed
    • #blessings
    • #bless
    • #blesser
    • #blessingly
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Q:PLEEASE TELL US SOME EMBARRASSING STORIESS :D

Anonymous

Okay give me some time for the good ones to come but for now we’ll go with bedroom themes (for those who missed the memo this is newtheoryoldlove): 

1. The first time I saw her sleep she asked me to sing to her, so I did, and then she curled up on her pillow facing me and slept… and immediately starting snoring really, really loudly. It killed any mood that could have existed but it was so funny. 

2. So we uh, don’t get to see each other too often right? This one weekend everyone in my dorm and all my friends were super, super excited to meet her, and so I think they kept popping into my room. The way our rooms work is that we actually get three rooms, with one large common room (where you enter), and two large side-rooms for beds/dressers. Jasmeet and I were in my side-room the first night (I had the single), but we forgot to close the hallway door, so people could still potentially pop in. Which they did… like three or four of them. For instance, I later learned that Ivy (this one really innocent looking asian girl who wears bunny rabbit one-piece pajamas) walked into the common room apparently saying “Uh… Shaurya? Are you home?” and was greeted by loud noises coming from the direction of my room. So that weekend, no one actually really met Jasmeet, they just heard her. (This story is not G-rated but I cleared it by her and everyone already knows so whatever lol). 

3. This one time she was really sick, so I put a bunch of meds in her and put tigerbalm on her and made her drink water, but she was still really tired and it was getting late. So, as she got more sleepy, she also got more loopy—until I’d say stuff like “Babe shhh go to sleep” and she’d go “PILLOWS ARE KOSHER” and I’d go “What?” and she’d say “LET’S LISTEN TO DOCTORRR WATTS AHHHHH” and I’d go “Okay okay I pulled him up on youtube shhh listen to him and sleep” and she’d go “AHHHH I LUBB YOU I LUBBBB YOUUUU GAHHH hmmmmm RAHHHH hmmm LUBBBBB MEEEEE nom nom nom RAHHHHH” 

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Apology

newtheoryoldlove:

dishabillic:

In crowded places, I kiss you.
You lean away, unconsciously embarrassed.
Forgive me—I forget you are not the only one in the room.

IT WAS A REALLY INTENSE DAY OKAY plus I kissed you back right after

…

You’re cute let’s keep PDAing. 

My boyfriend is correct!* 

(*Yes, this is her boyfriend speaking)

P.S. Dishabillic is posting for now via e-mail as she finishes finals and takes however long a hiatus from tumblr, in case you guys are missing her) 

P.P.S. Feel free to ask for embarrassing stories if you want I HAVE TONS

Source: dishabillic

    • #poem
    • #you
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Apology

In crowded places, I kiss you.
You lean away, unconsciously embarrassed.
Forgive me—I forget you are not the only one in the room.

    • #thiswinsworstpoemwrittenbyme
    • #badpoemswrittenonbuses
    • #poetry
    • #you
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“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”

- Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald

    • #awww
    • #letter
    • #love
    • #fitzgerald
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Bone Weary

I can almost taste the shades of gray
rising in layers outside my window.
I still smell the white noise of rain punctured
by the train coming on twin rails way off
in the distance, where others dress

in bright colors for travel. The boundary
between salt water and fresh water,
put in place so long ago it’s become
a spit, a sea wall, a piece of land
that no longer troubles me, lies indifferent

as a sponge—its sand compacted, yellow.
They say I am hollow, my nerves shot.
They bring mineral waters. How can I tell
them the infinitely many ways
I struggled to fill the hills and valleys

of a simple conversation? How
make peace with the long silences
following on the heels of argument?
I know now that cloth full of smelling salts—
spirit of Hartshorne, eucalyptus oil—

brought me to when I fainted. My walls 
clammy, the small dirty rooms in grayout. 
I hear sirens. They fill the whittled
semblance of days and nights. I cover
my ears with down pillows when car alarms

sound. Jaguars and Audis, singing too loud
from green-swept curbs of the neighbors.

Judith Skillman

    • #poetry
    • #poem
    • #medicine
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