i cannot tell you how many times, that people dont think i am chronically ill. because i’m brown. even on tumblr, the amount of people who immediately assume i am not chronically ill because i talk ab racism at the same time.
when i talk ab racism and racism with white spoonies, you all white ppl default to assuming i am not a spoonie myself. that is just. racism like you wouldn’t even know.
if you knew the racism that doctors perpertuate against chronically ill people of colour you would shut the hell up.assuming a nonwhite person talking ab racism with white spoonies to not be chronically ill is a form of racist medical violence
.you’re not better than the doctors who laugh at us and say we’re just lazy or that we try to milk the medical system like fuck all of you.i see to many of you like this and none of you hold yourselves accountable
this is ok to reblog even if you are not chronically ill but i would like other chronically ill people, esp white spoonies to reblog this please.
there is a huge amount of racism with the spoonie community and its never really addressed
How does being a colour make sense that you’re not sick? How is this a thing? I’m literally shocked people consider one colour over another “healthier”.
Even white people with healthcare backgrounds often have a hard time convincing their own doctors, family and friends that something is wrong with them. They have to fight and fight and advocate for themselves and explain and re-explain and deal with skepticism and scorn. It’s a horrible experience for anyone to go through. Now let’s add widespread, systemic racism on top of that. Now let’s add the racists arguing that they aren’t racist. How many spoons do you have left?
As a chick married to an ex-cop, I say this all the time to people close to me, but it bears repeating here: No cop is your friend after you’ve been detained.
Get rear ended by a drunk at a red light? That cop will direct traffic around your vehicle, document the accident, sure. Call animal control on your piece of shit neighbor? You’ve got a pretty good chance the officer who shows up helps out in a meaningful way.
But after you’ve been arrested, when a police officer says, “Just be honest with me and I’ll do the same.” or the old “Help me and I’ll help you.” Politely ask for a lawyer. Shake your head. Ignore them. Pretend you’re Hollywood royalty being asked for a selfie. “ …mmmm… Sorry, but no.”
Keep your mouth shut. Don’t do their work for them. Wait for a lawyer.
I worked as a police dispatcher for a year and a half, and I’d agree with this. My cops were generally nice people (and I say this having been on the wrong end of their sirens twice, once before and once after being hired), and they often helped in good ways… on the street. Not so much in the station. Generally speaking (and I know this is oversimplification and is worse in a lot of places but), it went like this:
On the street, you were considered as a person/citizen they have sworn to protect who may have made a mistake or done something wrong.
Once you were in the station, you were considered as a criminal. In the station you are the only one on your side.
Stay safe.
TV and film has you thinking that only guilty people ask for a lawyer. This is not true. The law is complex and difficult and confusing and if you’re being questioned by the police you’re not going to be in your best state of mind. A lawyer is your basic civil right and you should exercise that right. Keep silent, ask for a lawyer, take your legal advice.
Guilty people don’t ask for a lawyer, smart people do.
“Guilty people don’t ask for a lawyer, smart people do.”
My uncle was a cop. My uncle is the most down to earth, wouldn’t hurt a fly person in the world. I don’t think he even arrested a single person ever, that wasn’t his job on the force.
His advice? Get a fucking lawyer. Never say a damn word. A cop knows how to twist your words around and make you even doubt yourself. They know damn well how to make you feel guilty by getting a lawyer. YOU need to know that it’s SMART to get a lawyer. Get a lawyer.
If you want to watch a show that shows people admitting to things they may not have done and the tactics involved, check out The Confession Tapes. It’s on Netflix.
My husband is a defense attorney, and yeah, get a lawyer. There is no lawyer more expensive than not getting a lawyer in this kind of situation.
And if you don’t they will interrogate you for fucking hours.
Like you saw the three hour link one of the posters added? There have been interrogation taking over eight hours, and at that point you’re willing to say anything to get the fuck out.
And what’s worse is that most of the people in these interrogations? Mentally ill. Uneducated. Poor. They don’t ask for a lawyer because they simply don’t know.
Spread this like fucking wildfire. Keep someone from going through this shit.
You know how 1st world feminists get told that they don’t need feminism? They’re told that they should be glad they’re not “really oppressed” like the women in 3rd world countries. That things could always be worse.
You know what my mother tells me? She says I don’t need feminism because I should be glad I’m born in an urban city of Pakistan. She says, at least I wasn’t born in a rural area where girls are married off to men twice their age. That things could always be worse.
And our house maid, Shabana, who was married to her uncle at 15 and, at 18, has 2 children, she doesn’t even know what feminism is. She was told by her father that she should be glad her husband doesn’t beat her and hasn’t thrown tehzaab (acid) at her. That things could always be worse.
Am I the only one seeing a very disturbing pattern here?
According to NCADV, 4 in 10 people have experienced some kind of coercive control from an intimate partner. Sadly, #MaybeSheDoesntHitYou is raising much-needed awareness for a widespread problem.
Over here we’re not at all used to warm weather…so it can hit some of us really hard, especially during anything that is really strenuous, like running a marathon…
we are not made for the rays of the sun, which is a Deadly Lazer
On top of that – people were trying to beat times they’d run in cooler years before, when they should have been toning it down and running slower/not overexerting themselves as much. Lots of people would have planned for the same amount of water/cooling they had had in much cooler years. Also, it’s going to be hotter when running on heat-reflective surfaces like tarmac, surrounded by hot sweaty runners.
The Negro Motorist Green Book
was a series of annual guides for African-American drivers and
holiday-makers who wanted to know where they could find gas-stations,
restaurants and hotels that would serve them and which “sunset towns”
they should avoid on pain of violence from corrupt, racist
law-enforcement.
The Green Books have taken on a new cultural relevance; they play a
central role in Matt Ruff’s outstanding anti-racist Lovecraftian tale Lovecraft Country (which is being adapted by Jordan “Get Out” Peele for the small screen).
In late 2017, Jan Miles released the The Post Racial Negro Green Book,
an unexpected bestseller that catalogs police killings, violence and
harassment; businesses that racially profile black customers; and places
where white people publicly abuse black people with impunity.
Miles created her Green Book as a way of coping with an onslaught of
news about racist violence and discrimination; rather than being a
passive observer of the news, she did something to process it (this is
how I deal with the news, too – Boing Boing is both a public notebook
and a personal way of reflecting on the news rather than letting it get
on top of me).
She calls it “a snapshot of contemporary racism in America.”
It’s timely: the NAACP just released its first-ever travel advisories,
warning black people to avoid both Mississippi and American Airlines.
Over here we’re not at all used to warm weather…so it can hit some of us really hard, especially during anything that is really strenuous, like running a marathon…
we are not made for the rays of the sun, which is a Deadly Lazer
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