#new world
When I think about all that women have done in the past that has moved us toward equality and liberation, I think about how I can make my own contribution. This often leaves me feeling hopeless. What those women needed to do seemed so obvious to them: to fight for the vote, to fight for equal pay, to fight for abortion access, to fight for a place for women in this patriarchal world. But I can’t find that obvious thing to fight for. Every where I turn I see inequality, corruption, and greed. How can you choose? What can I do, to make my own mark and move the world towards a better future.
How can we tackle all that is wrong in the world? It has become so much worse as globalization and ecological destruction have spread to terrifying degrees.
Fighting within this system, within this ideology, and within the same spaces as women did before us is no longer an option. Liberal feminism has become almost as much an enemy to the feminist cause as patriarchal dominance. We need a new world, a new system, and not just fit ourselves more comfortably in a patriarchal, capitalist structure built upon inequality, corruption, destruction, and greed. We need to come together and fight for radical change that dismantles hierarchical power structures and focuses on equality, caring for one another, caring for the Earth, and working together.
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Today is Columbus Day, a national holiday celebrating Christopher Columbus’s arrival in the Americas in 1492.
Christopher (Cristioffa or Cristofo) was born in Genoa, sometime between August and October, 1451. the eldest child of Domenico Colombo (weaver and small business owner) and Susanna Fontanarossa.
Educated in Italy, courtesy of the Wool Merchant’s Guild, Columbus had an affinity with the oceans from an early age, claiming (via his writings) that he first went to sea when he was ten years old. Columbus was certainly an accomplished sailor by the time he reached his teens and in 1477, Columbus moved from Italy to Portugal, where he made his initial attempt at gaining royal patronage. In 1492, after various other failed attempts at securing sovereign or state sponsorship, Columbus was granted rights and titles by the Aragonese monarchs, Ferdinand and Isabella of Spain. Accordingly, on August 3, 1492, Columbus set sail on the Atlantic Ocean with three ships (the Santa Maria, the Pinta and the Niña).
On October 12, 1492, he landed in the Bahamas and made stops at other Caribbean islands before returning to Spain.
Long-acclaimed as the man who discovered the New World, Columbus’s legacy certainly paved the way for further exploration, colonisation and in turn the darker side of discovery: the exploitation of natural and human resources.
Images: Sebastiano del Piombo, Portrait of Man (said to be Christopher Columbus), 1519, oil on canvas, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Wikimedia Commons.
References: Christopher Columbus, Select Letters of Christopher Columbus: With Other Original Documents. Edited by Richard Henry Major, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2001.
Edward Everett Hale, The Life of Christopher Columbus from His Own Letters and Journals, Fairfield: First World Library, 2006.
Washington Irving, The Life and Voyages of Christopher Columbus, New York: G & G & H Carvill, 1829.
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i wasn’t sure i could find love again, but then i met you and my whole world changed
What the world needs now is changing people and therefore changing leaders and politicians who are willing to make big changes. Not ‘restoring’ the old familiar.
Change the economic system (forget economic growth) get rid of fossil fuel (vehicles) yesterday.
Introduce U.B.I., because no one can choose a natural spiritual existence, with the system as it is now and it is ugly and not pleasant and it is forced on you from birth. And make more beautiful and better buildings. (concrete jungle)
Re-educate yourself.
ETC.…And if you are thinking: who is going to pay for that? Money does not grow on trees.
Trees do not grow on money either.
Hapalopus sp. Colombia Large spiderling, molted again and eating well! I love this species. I got it as a freebie and I have really loved watching it grow. It’s colorful even as a tiny spiderling, never turns down a meal, and molts quickly. Hope it’s a female, but if not I know I’ll be happy to buy four more and raise them.
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I don’t usually post much here but I need my voice and opinions out there. If you take the time to read this I just want to thank you and ask for an open mind and a kind heart.
Today I had written on my window ACAB, 1312, and Land Back. My parents took it down out of fear. They feared that if police were to see it, they would not help us if and when we are in need. They feared we would become a target for hate crime and be targeted by conservatives and possibly groups like the KKK. That broke my heart. I could feel it tear apart. I could feel the muscle rip. I didn’t show it though. They believe that after all of the protests and fighting is done things will go back to “normal”. Our “normal” is African Americans being killed on the streets by police officers. Our “normal” is indigenous women going missing and the police officers and government not caring or searching. Our “normal” is full of hate and sorrow and people being ignored and pushed aside in order for the U.S. to continue to keep up the appearance of being a perfect country. I don’t want to go back to normal. I won’t allow it. But there is nothing I can truly do to stop it from coming back. I ache to do something. Even if that means protesting. Even if that means writing simple messages on my window. No family should fear what would happen to them because of what they say or believe. It’s hurts that I don’t do anything to a point where I can’t handle it. I can NOT be just a bystander. I can’t continue to fill my days with fantasies because I am unhappy with my life of NOTHING. I can’t just sit and watch while hoping for the best. I have always felt a power within me and I know and hope others feel it to. A craving to be something and do something that children will read about in the history books. Something that will inspire others. I can’t continue to sit and watch as normal returns. I NEED to do something and I need to do it now. I need to release this power and energy out into the world. I have no idea what I can do though. Writing on my window won’t be enough. I see that now. I don’t wish to anger my family or put them in danger which is why I am currently a sitting duck. Just another person being lost in the crowd. The crowd of people who refuse to do anything. Being a bystander and allowing the “normal” to be in the U.S. and to be in the world. Being a bystander causes my depression and I see that now. I have to do something. I need to do something. Something. Something that will show the power that an indigenous woman like myself has. That many other people have as well. I need help. I need guidance. Guidance that will allow me to DO something. That will allow me to BE something. Because I am taking a stand and am no longer allowing myself to sit and hope. Hope will only go so far.
