don’t move, stay there.
Did that asshole actually say “If a homeless black man had been beaten to death by cops it would have been all over the news”?Yes, and lest I quote them wrong:
There are tons of news stories out there of white people being harassed and harmed and these are not making national headlines because they are the majority and “nobody cares”.
When the media covers you, it means nobody cares.
You did quote right, but got the point wrong, NATIONAL headlines. My point is it will never make it half as far in the media because the media is driven by the hype of racism. if you don’t believe me, watch this
Dear Tumblr,
It’s amazing that after 11,000 notes of the Humans of NY repost, only one person felt the need to cry about how nobody is paying attention to the white woman.
and its interesting that I’m Mexican and complaining about it? You took it out of context first of all, I said that similar things happen to women of all races, including white - not just the “colored” individuals as a few others in that mass of 11,000 were signifying. And it is sad that white people can not be defended without it becoming a joke to everyone else. Thank you for reading and responding to what I wrote, but I have to point out, it was not a contradiction to say that dozens of news stories are not getting NATIONAL media attention when a white person is subjected to crime or offenses similar to the one covered in the Humans of NY repost, to roll your eyes and say “if its in the news somewhere, its obviously being covered.” that wasn’t the point. The point is that race gets more attention in the news than just the crime itself. If the man beaten to death had been anything but white, and the white cops killed him, you can bet it would be the talk of every household today. I reblogged the same post as the 11,000 others because of the offense against that woman. But! judging by the comments made on that post, most of them only care about her race and how it is such a shame a black woman was subjected to that treatment. If you find it pathetic that I defend the majority, that is well within your right, but in your own way you have proven my point; that it is ok to segregate against white people because they have “enough” entitlement in this world already. I guess in a lot of minds its their turn or their due time for some racism???? I just don’t see it that way. Everyone is stereotyped, and segregated against, however everyone has not yet realized this.
Coulson’s is my favorite, but I would wear all of them, except for maybe the Iron Man one. That’s a lot of yellow.
I want all of these
and somehow we just planned these for dragon*con for a casual costume group XD (and damnit i’m going to have to make my iron man one glow)
I want all of them. Especially Loki’s Thor’s and Nick Fury’s
I like how with all of these incarnations so far I would WEAR THE SHIT out of the Hawkeye ones.
YES PLEASE.
Dat Loki, would wear in a heartbeat. Also Iron Man yes.
ohhhhhhhhhhh my goodness I want Thor or Hulk.
Crying because I want them all.
Ugh just do want.
All of them.
Especially Coulson.
THORRRRR OHSWEETMOTHERFNJNKSGNJDSKFDSFDS THOR I WANT ITT SF SDDOF
AND LOKI WOW
As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
this boy is from my neighborhood, and has recently been kidnapped. it gives me the creeps that this happened so close to home, and i’ve been checking on and off for recent updates of his whereabouts. whatever it is, i pray he is alright, and i pray that he returns to his family safely.
please reblog this.
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This is terrible, terrible, terrible.
Please keep this boy in your prayers.
I am sincerely hoping the kidnappers only want money and nothing more.
