I love stuff like this. Didn’t a tribe in Africa send America some cows after 9/11? Like this is holy and the most valuable thing we have. We hear your suffering and want to do anything in our power to help
It was not a potato famine. The famine didn’t happen because of the potato yeald failing. Ireland was actually producing more than enough food. However it was almost all land owned by Brittish landowners, who took all of the food out of the country to sell in UK. Potato was what the Irish farmers ate, because it was cheep and could be produced in worst parts of the land, where more profitable food couldn’t be grown. When there were no longer potatos, the decision for the farmers was to either starve and sent the food as rent to the landlords or loose their homes and then starve.
The Brittish goverment was unwilling to do anything for two reasons. First was the laissez-faire capitalistic ideology, that put the rights of property owners to make profits above human lives. Rent freeze was unthinkable and they even were unwilling to do proper relief efforts as free food would lower the cost of food. The second reason was distain for the Irish, and the thought that they were “breeding too much” and the famine was a natural way to trim down the population, aka genocidal reasoning.
This is why it’s important to stress it was not a potato famine. The potato blinght was all over Europe but only in Ireland there was a famine. The reasons behind it had nothing to do with potatos and everything to do with the Brittish.
Apparently what made Choctaw want to offer relief to Irish was the news about the Doolough Tragedy. Hundreds of starving people were gathered for inspection to verify they were entitled to recieve relief. The officials would for *some reason* not do that and instead left to a hunting lodge 19 kilometers away to spend the night and said to the starvqing people they would have to walk there by morning to be inspected. The weather conditions were terrible and many of them died completely needlessly during the walk thoroung day and night.
This apparently reminded the Choctaw of their own very recent (and much more explicit and bigger scale) experiences of ethnic clensing, where they were forcibly relocated. It was basically a death march and thousands of Choctaw died from the terrible conditions also completely needlessly.
In 2015 a memorial named Kindred Spirits was installed in Southern Ireland to commemorate the Chactow donation.
A short story about waiting and believing – but mostly waiting – by the New York Times bestselling author of Eleanor & Park,FangirlandCarry On.
When Elena decided to camp out for the next Star Wars movie, she was expecting a celebration, a communion – a line full of people who love Star Wars so much, they have to share it.
She wasn’t expecting this: a freezing sidewalk, nowhere to pee, and three nights stuck with a boy who decided not to like her before they even met.
It’s enough to make a girl leave the line…
But Elena came here for Star Wars, and it will take more than bad weather and a dumb boy to squash her spirits.
The Parliamentarian of the House of Deputies gets as bubbly and wide-eyed as I am when talking about Rules of Order and Parliamentary procedure. #kindredspirits
Last night I got an ask from someone saying that we shared the same taste in whump tropes and it made me so super happy!
But I was deleriously tired when I saw it so I left the replying until today, and now I can’t for the life of me find the ask in my inbox.
So in case the asker has deliberately deleted the ask, I won’t name names
BUT:
Omg if you love the same whump tropes I do
If you whump stoic leader sorts and love them pushing through pain and sickness and injury until they collapse
If your preferences are for maximum self-sufficiency and toughness
If you have a competency/BAMF kink
If you love all the subtle whump/little moments of whump tropes
If you love whump as a vehicle for character development and relationship development
If you love it when they get knocked down only to get back up again (with appropriate amounts of care at the end)
If you love long, well-written, plot driven fics where the whump is a co-pilot and not the only star
(If you have a secret love for fluffy AUs)
then please say hi! Reblog this, comment on this, DM me, find me in the Discord chat, send a raven! Let’s be friends and celebrate this particular flavour of whump ❤️
Whenever I feel insecure about something I’ve created or just low on esteem regarding general life, I go online to see people creating fandoms over characters I relate to, people seriously discussing conspiracies that keep me up at night, people gushing over lyrics of a song similar to a poem that I wrote in my notes app, people falling in love with things that I thought made me ugly, and I immediately feel less shitty.
It may not fix all my mental health issues, but it’s a step towards self acceptance. It helps me feel confident in my own being. It helps me feel less alone in this beautiful world because there’s some kindred soul out there in some corner who feels exactly how I do. It helps me realize that I may not after all be an alien on earth.
