Support the ICJ case on genocide in Gaza by emailing your representative today
As the first hearing of South Africa's case in front of The International Court of Justice takes place on 11th January 2024, take action now to call on your government to support the case, and keep demanding an immediate ceasefire and end to the genocide.
UK residents
1. Use this PCS campaign page to email your MP demanding the UK's support of South Africa's ICJ case.
2. or Find your local MP by searching your postcode on the parliament.uk website here and contact them through their email address / phone number listed.
OTHER CAMPAIGNS
CJPME: https://www.cjpme.org/support_icj_case
AUSTRALIA PALESTINE ADVOCACY NETWORK: https://apan.org.au/support-south-africas-icj-case/
Use this opportunity to amplify Palestinian voices on the national scale; wherever you live, make sure your politicians hear you.
Watch the first hearing on the UN website here.
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[ID: a message from the free melissa lucio and death penalty action campaigns. it has a picture of melissa lucio holding up her hand to the camera. melissa lucio's address is as follows:
I am writing from the Mountainview Unit in Gatesville, Texas, home of the Texas Women's Death Row, which we prefer to call 'Liferow,' to wish everyone a meaningful International Women's Day.
Women's rights are human rights, and while we can celebrate many accomplishments, there is still so much work to be done. Together as sisters on Liferow, we hold onto the hope to abolish the death penalty for everyone, and pray for an end to the discrimination and violence against women that is still happening in Texas and around the world.
--Melissa Lucio, March 8, 2024
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sign her petition or visit freemelissalucio.org for more information and ways to support her.
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i f. i fucking forgot a pencil so i cant scribble out this Thought i had while on a lil road trip today - basically i was thinkin about Wally, as ya do, and i asked myself why does Wally eat with his eyes? its such a Fascinating yet somewhat Out Of Place choice for him. how did Clown come up with that? its so unique. it stands tf out.
and then i remembered Frank & Poppy's convo for their 'bug' audio, and how he says "you eat with your eyes first" and like... thats a real phrase. ive heard it in my life. & it set off lil alarm bells in my head the first time i listened to the clip, i just hadnt connected the dots yet. so its feasible that thats why Wally eats the way that he does - and an in-universe explanation could be that Wally heard the phrase before he could learn how to eat 'properly', and took it literally
essentially:
Frank: you eat with your eyes!
Wally: *rdj meme format* you eat with your eyes
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I often see this impulse from other trans men* that involves hypervigilance of being one of the "good men" who set ourselves apart from the men who hurt others, and I wonder if this ultra-policing actually prevents us from being "bad"
I wonder if agonizing about doing everything "right" is only contributing to poor mental health of trans men* because you are seeing a distorted, monstrous version of yourself, somebody with whom you have to kill off. It forces you into this space of having to be perfect, to beat yourself up over any perceived infraction.
And I just don't think it's an effective measure to ensure we are "one of the good ones." Constantly treating yourself as the beast, treating yourself like a leper who has no place in the civilized world? How does that ensure that you both treat others well but also ensure that you aren't fucking miserable every single moment you're not alone?
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I Come From There
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by the sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
- Mahmoud Darwish
Mahmoud Darwish was a Palestinian poet born on the 13th of March, 1941 in al-Birwa, located in Western Galilee. His family was displaced during the First Arab-Israeli War but they returned to a different part of Western Galilee because his birth village was destroyed by Israeli forces. Darwish grew up to be involved in a number of writing positions namely working as an editor for a couple of literary periodicals. By then he had already been writing professionally, publishing his first collection, Asafir bila ajniha (Wingless Birds), at just 19. Throughout his life, Darwish was an avid voice of Palestine. His works often included themes tied to resistance and the homeland. He was an active participant in political activism having joined the Palestine Liberation Organization or PLO in the early 1970s. He was subsequently banned from entering Israel. Later he served on the PLO Executive Committee. Darwish believed in the possibility of peace between Israel and Palestine and hoped for the future mending of the relationship between Palestinians and Israelis.
Mahmoud Darwish and poets like him remind me of the eternal need for and importance of poetry. Not only for its unique ability to amplify voices but also for its incredibly far reach. Many poems by Mahmoud Darwish have reached the hearts and minds of people all across the world, from a teenager in Sri Lanka to an old woman in Canada. And if we, most of us who have never had to face half the things Palestinians have for the past 75+ years, continue to consume and enjoy his poems without acknowledging the person, the past behind the words, then who are we? Why should we be allowed to benefit from his words if we are not willing to stand up in solidarity and to use our voices where we can? Poets can only do so much, we, the readers, must take what we are given and do what we can in return. Whether that’s through monetary contribution or raising awareness- do something.
I’m reminded of a poem by Olav H. Hauge-
From the War
A bullet skittered to rest on the hall floor.
I weighed it in my hand.
It had gone through glass and
two timbered walls.
I had no doubt it could kill.
From The Dream We Carry: Selected and Last Poems of Olav H. Hauge Translated by Robert Bly and Robert Hedin
During World War II, my ancestral village and Olav H. Hauge’s home of Ulvik, Norway was nearly completely burned to the ground on the 25th of April, 1940. Poetry if often born from violence. We need poets like Mahmoud Darwish and Olav H. Hauge who spoke of the horrors of war and forceful occupation. We need their voices because otherwise too often the everyday pain and minutiae of war get lost to time.
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My opinions on the Wayne kids favorite siblings:
Dick: this is like asking a parent to pick their favorite child because he's so much older than the rest and I'd actually have to think about it so I'm going to pass like he definitely would if anyone asked
Jason: so based on didn't try to kill them counts, Duke is winning, in the heart of the new52 it's Tim, I'd say it's Dick before the new52 (hey he at least offered Dick the position as his Robin before trying to kill him) and probably Dick again now with the annual crossovers they've had
Cass: it's 100% Duke, before it was Duke she didn't even care, I'd say Dick and Tim (the only siblings present at the time) were tied because both had flop eras in their relationship with her (Tim with the hitting on her thing, Dick with being a jerk during Batgirl 2008) and nice moments (she steals Tim's stuff, Dick acted out Cinderella for her) but ultimately both didn't interact with her a ton though she did see them as family
Tim: excluding new52 it's not even a competition, it's Dick hands down, do i have a Dick and Tim reading list in my drafts? Yes. Is it unfinished because they have so many good moments together and it's hard to compile all of them? Also yes
Duke: it's 100% Cass, just read Outsiders 🙏
Damian: it's 100% Dick, i don't have anything else to say
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Every damn time it drives me insane how soulless sam reminds me of dissociative episodes after some very very emotionally taxing period. Like there are times i wake up and i feel like a clone of myself, i know my past self, i know i had emotions, i know i felt things but at that moment all of these feel so so far away and so alien. That complete drainage, the way your brain just shuts all sorts of feelings down. It was so scary when i became aware of that at one point bc how do you go from feeling so intensely to this? It's almost like you really are no longer the real you.
I know sam's soul is practically still in hell & soulless is simultaneously wondering the earth but to me this will always be a metaphor for post traumatic experience/emotionally intense dissociation. Like even not considering hell itself, s5 sam was the most miserable broken state already. Boy i sure would stop feeling anything at all anymore after that. Anyway i am no professional in that field but that's how i see it based on very personal experiences
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