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cross-support missions both in the field and at home.
I will be returning to Rwanda and Uganda August - September this year (2011).
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A covered corridor connecting homes made of sheet metal and corrugated tin. These are one room homes providing shelter for entire families. No running water.
A sign of pride is the perfectly swept entrances and grounds--bright color shows care.
South Africa.
July, 2005.
(Kodachrome slide.)
*Working Towards a Better World
I Have a Dream
Martin Luther King’s I have a dream speech August 28 1963
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an shameful condition.
In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check; a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?”
We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
We can never be satisfied as long as our chlidren are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “for whites only.”
We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.
No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exhalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning, “My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrims’ pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️
In a remark extraordinary even by the standards of conservative talk show host Rush Limbaugh, the right-wing radio heavyweight declared on his program Wednesday that the United States needed to return to racially segregated buses.
Referring to an incident in which a white student was beaten by black students on a bus, Limbaugh said: “I think the guy’s wrong. I think not only it was racism, it was justifiable racism. I mean, that’s the lesson we’re being taught here today. Kid shouldn’t have been on the bus anyway. We need segregated buses — it was invading space and stuff. This is Obama’s America.”
A full transcript of Limbaugh’s comments on his radio show is available at MediaMatters.org.
Limbaugh’s comments came after a called complained to say that local law enforcement said the attack probably wasn’t racially motivated. The incident had been hyped by the conservative Drudge Report, which posted a video of the fracas.
“Police initially said the beating of the white student by two black students appeared to be racially motivated,” the Associated Press wrote. “But police on Tuesday backed away from that.”
That didn’t stop Limbaugh from making his comments Wednesday.
“In Obama’s America, the white kids now get beat up with the black kids cheering, ‘Yay, right on, right on, right on, right on,” Limbaugh also said. “I wonder if Obama’s going to come to come to the defense of the assailants the way he did his friend Skip Gates up there at Harvard.”
source: rawstory.com/08/news/2009/09/17/limbaugh-we-need-segregat...
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These scans come from my rather large magazine collection. Instead of filling my house with old moldy magazines, I scanned them (in most cases, photographed them) and filled a storage area with moldy magazines. Now they reside on an external harddrive. I thought others might appreciate these tidbits of forgotten history.
Please feel free to leave any comments or thoughts or impressions... They are happily appreciated!
Latomia of paradise today is a charming and delightful place; originally it was an immense stone quarry mostly covered and subterranean. According to the story of the ancient historians the latomie were also used as a place of segregation.
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I thought others might appreciate these tidbits of forgotten history of People of Color.
Please feel free to leave any comments or thoughts or impressions... I look forward to reading them!
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” – George Santayana
Taken at the B&O Railroad Museum in Baltimore.
04 Oct 1954, Baltimore, Maryland, USA --- Police stand guard as a group of African American students, escorted by Reverend James L. Johnson, march past two demonstrators protesting desegregation at Baltimore high schools. Some 2000 white teenagers, shouting pro-segregation slogans, paraded through the streets and staged noisy demonstrations outside of several high schools. --- Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS
Central State Hospital, formerly known as the Georgia Lunatic Asylum, admitted its first patient in 1842, but it wasn't until almost 40 years later that the Walker Building was erected.
This building was constructed during a time when racial segregation was common in the south and because it was intended for white male convalescent patients, its design seemed less institutional than the buildings housing the African American patients.
Well we think it's Needle Ice, awaiting confirmation. It's another first for us which also means another tick off the lifetime bucket list. Found on the South Downs in West Sussex near a small stream which had overflowed and flooded the area, then it froze overnight, possibly over two nights or more given they all seem to look of being two tiered. This phenomena is known as Ice Segregation, when we found Frost Flowers back in 2017 in Decatur Alabama we made contact with Dr. Carter and he sent us this article which he had published a few years prior, it's probably the best explanation we've found for all the forms of Ice Segregation.
link to Dr. Carter's article
www.jrcarter.net/ice/segregation/?fbclid=IwAR2Xy8AShWF9Pc...
on the South Downs, South Downs National Park, West Sussex England
This was made in Lexington Cemetery in Lexington Kentucky. There is a section for US soldiers - www.flickr.com/photos/jeffdamron/2159586427/ - but those who fought for the Confederate States during our Civil War are buried in a separate section. Following the Civil War, segregation of blacks was enforced through laws allowing/mandating "separate but equal" facilities (such as public schools, restrooms, etc.) for blacks. These persisted until our Supreme Court ruling in the case of Brown vs. Board of Education in 1954 began the slow process of integration. And that is the history lesson for today.
Minolta SRT 100b, Vivitar Telezoom lens with Kodak Ultramax 400 film. (slight crop, no other editing)
One of two remaining instances of graffiti inscribed in pencil on the walls of Tule Lake Segregation Center Jail.
Tule Lake Segregation Center Jail
Tule Lake National Monument
National Historic Landmark
©Sekitar --- All rights reserved. Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission.
Kapstadt - Bo-Kaap
The Bo-Kaap is an area of Cape Town, South Africa formerly known as the Malay Quarter. It is a former township, situated on the slopes of Signal Hill above the city centre and is an historical centre of Cape Malay culture in Cape Town. The Nurul Islam Mosque, established in 1844, is located in the area.
Bo-Kaap is traditionally a multicultural area. The area is known for its brightly coloured homes and cobble stoned streets.
As a result of Cape Town's economic development and expansion, and after the demise of forced racial segregation under apartheid, property in the Bo-Kaap has become very sought after, not only for its location but also for its picturesque cobble-streets and unique architecture. Increasingly, this close-knit community is "facing a slow dissolution of its distinctive character as wealthy outsiders move into the suburb to snap up homes in the City Bowl at cut-rate prices". Inter-community conflict has also arisen as some residents object to the sale of buildings and the resultant eviction of long-term residents.
(Wikipedia)
Bo-Kaap (Afrikaans; deutsch etwa: „Über dem Kap“), auch Malay Quarter („Malaienviertel“) oder Slamsebuurt („Islamviertel“), offiziell Schotschekloof, ist ein Stadtteil von Kapstadt in der südafrikanischen Provinz Westkap (Western Cape). Er entstand als Siedlung von Kapmalaien, die bis heute die Mehrheit der Bewohner stellen.
Bo-Kaap liegt zwischen dem Stadtzentrum und dem Hang des Signal Hill im Westen des Kapstädter Zentrums, etwa einen Kilometer vom Bahnhof Cape Town entfernt. Nördlich liegt der Stadtteil De Waterkant.
Bo-Kaap ist – historisch gesehen – etwa einen Quadratkilometer groß; über 6000 Menschen leben dort. Über 90 Prozent von ihnen sind Muslime, darunter wiederum 90 Prozent Schāfiʿiten. Insgesamt gibt es zehn Moscheen im Bo-Kaap. Der Stadtteil zeichnet sich durch enge, steile Gassen und in unterschiedlichen grellen Farben gestrichene Fassaden aus. Der Baustil ist eine Synthese aus kapholländischer und Edwardianischer Architektur.
Offiziell wird der Stadtteil als Sub Place Schotschekloof geführt und liegt zwischen Signal Hill und Buitengracht Street, dem Motorway M62. 2011 hatte er 3203 Bewohner.
Bo-Kaap wurde im 18. Jahrhundert von Kapmalaien besiedelt, nachdem sie aus der Sklaverei entlassen worden waren. Ältestes erhaltenes Haus im Originalzustand ist das heutige Bo-Kaap Museum aus den 1760er Jahren. Tuan Guru gab von hieraus der Islamisierung der Sklaven und freigelassenen schwarzen Bevölkerung wichtige Impulse. In der Folge wurden mehrere Moscheen errichtet, 1794 die Auwal Mosque in der Dorp Street – die erste Moschee Südafrikas –, ab 1811 die Palm Tree Mosque in der Long Street, die historisch zu Bo-Kaap gehört, und 1844 die Nural Islam Mosque. 1886 sollte auf Anordnung der Behörden die 1805 eingerichtete muslimische Begräbnisstätte Tana Baru Cemetery geschlossen werden; der – letztlich erfolglose – Widerstand tausender Bewohner gilt als bedeutendste Aktion der Kapmalaien gegen die Obrigkeit.
Nach dem Ende der Apartheid und der Aufhebung des Group Areas Act wurden viele Häuser instandgesetzt. Es setzte aber auch mit dem Zuzug reicher Bewohner und der Kündigung bestehender Mietverträge eine Gentrifizierung ein. 2016 wurden Planungen für ein 17-stöckiges Hochhaus mit Luxusapartments bekannt.
Bo-Kaap gilt mit seinen grellbunt gestrichenen Häusern, den Moscheen, dem Bo-Kaap Museum und Straßen mit Kopfsteinpflaster als touristische Sehenswürdigkeit. Die Straße M62 führt durch Bo-Kaap.
(Wikipedia)
Stanier Black 5 4-6-0 45428 Eric Treacy runs round after bringing in the 12.00 train from Pickering.
Note the crowds of people leaving the train on the right (including me) and the crowds of people waiting to get on the train for the return trip on the left. This segregation of passengers is necessary because platform 2 is a much narrower platform than before due to the selling-off of railway land to build a supermarket some years ago.
Note also the size of those crowds - mid-week in June - which translates into a very profitable venture for the North Yorkshire Moors Railway even after spending £70k to install the mandatory main line equipment to its engines.
The US 369th Infantry Regiment the “Harlem Hellfighters”, nicknamed by their German enemy, was one of the only all-black military units to serve on the frontlines during WW1. Since the segregation of the black troops from the white in the American army was still strong, it was decided the regiment would serve along side the French. The French army welcomed the troops into their country; there was very little if not no hatred shown towards them. The French had very little concerns about race, but much bigger concerns of their man power shortages they were experiencing. Upon being assigned to the French 16th division, the soldiers were re-equipped with an all French load out, however the soldiers did keep their American uniforms. They went into the trenches on 8th May 1918 to 19 August, when they were taken off the line for rest and the training of new recruits. While overseas, the troops saw the German’s aims at demoralizing them; stating the Germans had done nothing wrong to blacks, and that they should be fighting for them. This had no effect on any of the soldiers’ morale, and they headed back to the frontline to participate in the Meuse-Argonne offensive. The regiment was reassigned to be part of the French Fourth Army, acting as the spearhead in the frontal attack. Through the advance, taking heavy losses, the regiment was forced to regroup and pull back, advancing much faster then the French troops on their flanks, having gone 14km (8.7 mi) through heavy German resistance. In mid-October the regiment was transferred to a much quieter section of the front in the Vosges Mountains, where it was stationed on the 11th November, the day of the Armistice. A week later, the Regiment began their final advance, and on 26th November was the first Allied unto to reach the Western banks of the Rhine river. There were two Medals of Honour distributed to Private Henry Johnson and Private Needham Roberts, the highest USAF Award for bravery and valour in combat. At the time, the regiment was stationed on the edge of the Argonne forest, in the Champagne region. During the night of May 14th, 1918, these two friends were on observation post duty (in a shell crater) in no-man’s land, looking for enemy activity. During the night, they could hear wire cutters clipping at the barbed wire, although it was pitch black. Then, out of the shadows came a large German patrol of nearly 24 men, and suddenly they were under attack. Jackson and Roberts fired away with their rifles, until Roberts was hit. Jackson’s gun had just jammed due to the wrong ammunition, and the first Germans were closing in for the kill. He beat one down, then used his rifle as a club on a German soldier trying to take Roberts as a prisoner (depicted here). Jackson battled on with a Bolo knife and his fists, killing at least 4 Germans and wounding several others. He suffered nearly two dozen wounds, and was hailed a hero by his fellow soldiers, being nicknamed the “Black Death”. The regiment had many heroic acts, and distinguished itself as a very capable fighting force during its service period; which was a record for American units during WW1.
Fort Lauderdale is a city in the U.S. state of Florida, 25 miles (40 km) north of Miami. It is the county seat of Broward County. As of the 2019 census, the city has an estimated population of 182,437. Fort Lauderdale is a principal city of the Miami metropolitan area, which was home to an estimated 6,198,782 people in 2018.
The city is a popular tourist destination, with an average year-round temperature of 75.5 °F (24.2 °C) and 3,000 hours of sunshine per year. Greater Fort Lauderdale which takes in all of Broward County hosted 12 million visitors in 2012, including 2.8 million international visitors. The city and county in 2012 collected $43.9 million from the 5% hotel tax it charges, after hotels in the area recorded an occupancy rate for the year of 72.7 percent and an average daily rate of $114.48. The district has 561 hotels and motels comprising nearly 35,000 rooms. Forty six cruise ships sailed from Port Everglades in 2012. Greater Fort Lauderdale has over 4,000 restaurants, 63 golf courses, 12 shopping malls, 16 museums, 132 nightclubs, 278 parkland campsites, and 100 marinas housing 45,000 resident yachts.
Fort Lauderdale is named after a series of forts built by the United States during the Second Seminole War. The forts took their name from Major William Lauderdale (1782–1838), younger brother of Lieutenant Colonel James Lauderdale. William Lauderdale was the commander of the detachment of soldiers who built the first fort. However, development of the city did not begin until 50 years after the forts were abandoned at the end of the conflict. Three forts named "Fort Lauderdale" were constructed; the first was at the fork of the New River, the second at Tarpon Bend on the New River between the Colee Hammock and Rio Vista neighborhoods, and the third near the site of the Bahia Mar Marina.
The area in which the city of Fort Lauderdale would later be founded was inhabited for more than two thousand years by the Tequesta Indians. Contact with Spanish explorers in the 16th century proved disastrous for the Tequesta, as the Europeans unwittingly brought with them diseases, such as smallpox, to which the native populations possessed no resistance. For the Tequesta, disease, coupled with continuing conflict with their Calusa neighbors, contributed greatly to their decline over the next two centuries. By 1763, there were only a few Tequesta left in Florida, and most of them were evacuated to Cuba when the Spanish ceded Florida to the British in 1763, under the terms of the Treaty of Paris (1763), which ended the Seven Years' War. Although control of the area changed between Spain, the United Kingdom, the United States, and the Confederate States of America, it remained largely undeveloped until the 20th century.
The Fort Lauderdale area was known as the "New River Settlement" before the 20th century. In the 1830s there were approximately 70 settlers living along the New River. William Cooley, the local Justice of the Peace, was a farmer and wrecker, who traded with the Seminole Indians. On January 6, 1836, while Cooley was leading an attempt to salvage a wrecked ship, a band of Seminoles attacked his farm, killing his wife and children, and the children's tutor. The other farms in the settlement were not attacked, but all the white residents in the area abandoned the settlement, fleeing first to the Cape Florida Lighthouse on Key Biscayne, and then to Key West.
The first United States stockade named Fort Lauderdale was built in 1838, and subsequently was a site of fighting during the Second Seminole War. The fort was abandoned in 1842, after the end of the war, and the area remained virtually unpopulated until the 1890s. It was not until Frank Stranahan arrived in the area in 1893 to operate a ferry across the New River, and the Florida East Coast Railroad's completion of a route through the area in 1896, that any organized development began. The city was incorporated in 1911, and in 1915 was designated the county seat of newly formed Broward County.
Fort Lauderdale's first major development began in the 1920s, during the Florida land boom of the 1920s. The 1926 Miami Hurricane and the Great Depression of the 1930s caused a great deal of economic dislocation. In July 1935, an African-American man named Rubin Stacy was accused of robbing a white woman at knife point. He was arrested and being transported to a Miami jail when police were run off the road by a mob. A group of 100 white men proceeded to hang Stacy from a tree near the scene of his alleged robbery. His body was riddled with some twenty bullets. The murder was subsequently used by the press in Nazi Germany to discredit US critiques of its own persecution of Jews, Communists, and Catholics.
When World War II began, Fort Lauderdale became a major US base, with a Naval Air Station to train pilots, radar operators, and fire control, operators. A Coast Guard base at Port Everglades was also established.
On July 4, 1961, African Americans started a series of protests, wade-ins, at beaches that were off-limits to them, to protest "the failure of the county to build a road to the Negro beach". On July 11, 1962, a verdict by Ted Cabot went against the city's policy of racial segregation of public beaches.
Today, Fort Lauderdale is a major yachting center, one of the nation's largest tourist destinations, and the center of a metropolitan division with 1.8 million people.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Lauderdale,_Florida
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"We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.
Martin Luther King, Jr."
Pardon the more "conceptual" approach of the "challenge"!
Inspired but the famous "UNITED COLORS OF BENETTON" campaign.
Macro Monday project – 02/24/14
"One Color”
Latomia of paradise today is a charming and delightful place; originally it was an immense stone quarry mostly covered and subterranean. According to the story of the ancient historians the latomie were also used as a place of segregation
Latomia of paradise today is a charming and delightful place; originally it was an immense stone quarry mostly covered and subterranean. According to the story of the ancient historians the latomie were also used as a place of segregation.
Inside the latomia, still covered, there is the Rope Makers Cave which, for centuries, thanks to its length and the presence of water, has hosted the art of manufacturers of ropes, the “Cordari”.
Segregated into the 1960s, the Sloss Furnaces labor force was primarily African American. This was the Black bath house.
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A symbolic photo, a statement against racism. Taken in Charlotte Court House, Virginia
Inanda is a complex of townships, a heritage of the eras of segregation and Apartheid, where poorer Black urban workers lived and still live. Some white South Africans (and visitors to the country) have never visited a township. Here is an open invitation, high on a wealthy hillside in Durban.
I have been thinking a great deal about the future of this country. I've always wanted to believe that America has the potential for greatness but every day of Trump's presidency, I question that. I've been reading quite a bit of James Baldwin and thinking also quite a bit about Claudette Colvin and Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Harriet Tubman, and Frederick Douglass. I went to see the film "I'm Not Your Negro" yesterday and it made me cry seeing the images of white people who wanted segregation and oppression and realizing the hate crimes today are exactly the same and prove we haven't come very far in 50+ years since the civil rights movement.
Baldwin's characters often fall in love with white men and women and he mentions wanting to be an optimist as long as he was alive in an interview the film shows. He wanted us to question what purpose having a group to oppress serves and our own human psyche. He wanted people and our country to be different too, and there were times when it couldn't be that he ended up escaping to France instead as well.
In Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone, this question is asked, "Are all white people the same?" Though some of his characters (much like I'm sure people in real life back then and now) believed that was the case, Baldwin realized this wasn't the case. He knew that people of every race have the capacity for great flaws and hatred but also for insight and love and he wanted us to move towards that point.
This recently has been coming up increasingly more since I visited the grave of Susan B. Anthony and have been thinking of how she excluded women who weren't white in her aim for women's suffrage. Even though she knew Frederick Douglass in real life (and is buried in Mount Hope cemetery the same as him), she could not reconcile their mutual aims for progress in this country. She put white women before women of other races and this was wrong. She was not only a product of her time but we have many women now who haven't evolved in those hundred years since.
There has been an increase in hate crimes that has occurred since Trump took office and this serves the rich and powerful most as it's a diversion from so many things-the destruction of science, women, rights for people with disabilities, the environment, even animal rights with the USDA removing animal welfare reports. The top 2% have to protect their own profits and the majority, ignorant of this, are falling for it and are taking the bait, accusing refugees and anyone who isn't heterosexual, white, male, able bodied of attacking the "core values of America." Even now, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agents are harassing people of color illegally within our own borders with very vague guidelines and no accountability. Trump and his appointees have even made up two terrorist attacks and people in this country believe them without doing the research because we've been raised to think we're supposed to trust our government. That's extremely harmful dishonesty. This country has never been great when we are fighting each other for power, greed, hatred, and fear. This country can only live up to its potential and true democratic ideals when we can learn from each other, dance with each other, celebrate our joys, and mourn our sicknesses and losses. True happiness cannot be achieved through products and mass marketed ideas. It can only be achieved when we fully realize and embrace our brothers and sisters no matter what our differences are. We've been trying the former way for so many decades and it hasn't worked out for us...perhaps it's time to try something different.
I'm in a period of my life where I'm not experiencing white guilt. I'm experiencing something much deeper-white shame. The idea that Trump and Bannon and Milo Yiannopoulos and Sessions and DeVos could share any common genetics with me makes my stomach turn. So, when I am confronted with this burning question, "Are all white people the same?" I want to scream an astounding "NO!" But, here's the thing, it is on myself and every other white person to prove that we are not the same...because, the reality is that years of history are not backing us up on this. No one can change the color of her/his skin but you can change your choices. You can choose to support artists of all races in the books you read, the art exhibits you visit the music you listen to the films you see. You can give to those in need and be generous with your time and your love. You can open your mind to those around you and you will feel so much better. You can call, write and visit your elected officials to demand policies that protect minorities and boycott the products of companies that support hate and discrimination. You can walk with all of your brothers and sisters in the street and when you chant, "No Trump, No KKK, No fascist USA" or "The People United Will Never Be Divided" or "This is What Democracy Looks Like" you will embrace the meaning of those words fully and realize that this movement has momentum because our spirit cannot be crushed when we stand together. We need each other.
I met these two women briefly right after the Inauguration at a protest and I thought it was inspiring to see them supporting the Black Lives Matter Movement. Most people, even those who don't consider themselves ageist, would see an older white woman and think she is most likely racist. These women probably never had the opportunity like I had to go to school with children of any other race besides their own. They lived in an era where segregation was popular and minorities were never considered equal (only separate) despite the dishonest political catch phrase. And yet, their human spirit rose up and they were able to reason that this wasn't right-not for them or for the world and they are still fighting it despite their lengthy time on Earth...a lifelong resistance. I'm already tired and weary and I'm not even forty so I can't imagine having to protest when I'm in my 70s...hopefully, I won't have to.
White people are not all the same...but we must prove ourselves and the time to do so is now! Change the world...make America love, feel, dance, mourn, cherish its differences...only then will we truly thrive as a country and as human beings.
Borana tribe girl, near Yabello, Ethiopia. We crossed them on the road near Yabello, they were moving to another area to feed their cattle and their camels, as Borana are nomads. A huge camp, with decorations, coffee cooked in grease, lot of beautiful women, and cute kids. Very welcoming tribe once the elders gave the permission.
Borana means "friend" or "kind person", which basically intends that a bad person cannot be a Borana; Their lands extend from the basin of the Juba river to the hills of the Konso and the northern Kenya; This is an immense territory and for the most part, a flat desert; In such an environment, nomadic life is an imperative; The Borana speak the Oromo language; Their way of life is organized around the family's animals; goats but also sheep, cattle and sometimes camels; Livestock is the main source of wealth, and serves as payment of the bride, sacrifices and legal fines; Their staple diet is based on milk products, supplemented by corn bread; Meat is only consumed on rare occasions; Nowadays, many Borana are not anymore nomad and build permanent houses made of mud, which protect them from the heavy rain; Borana used to practice polygamy; Families are close-knit, and divorce is quite frequent; Strict role segregation between men and women exists; men are in charge of the herds care while women are running the house and caring for the children; They believe traditionally in one God called Wak; Wak sends all the good things, especially rain; They also have intermediary priests named Qalla; Their spiritual leaders are granted a powerful veneration; In their religion, spirits (Ayana), which possess people and things, are of a great importance; Their believes are related to their herds which are indispensable for sacrifices and rituals to guarantee fertility, health, and assistance from spirits; Every single aspect of their culture is based on music; They have a well-known tradition; the complex gada system, which divides the Borana community into different classes; To resume, a new gada is elected every eight years by an assembly of all the Borana people or their representatives; Thus Abba Gadaa is not a king; he is just an elected leader;
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Walruses have sexual segregation in that the females stay together to look after the young while the males lounge about in all male groups. For some reason they lie around in a large, close group with lots of bodily contact. Usually this is to maintain body heat but a thick layer of blubber fulfils that role so I'm not sure why Walruses do it. When testosterone starts racing through their veins they become tetchy, particularly the young males, and fights often break out. They do lots of jabbing with their tusks but they cannot do much damage through their thick hides and blubber padding. This was one such, short-lived squabble among a large group of males. You can see by their tiny tusks that they are both young males. This was taken on the island of Edgoya in Svalbard.
Wolcott, Marion Post, 1910-1990, photographer.
Negro going in colored entrance of movie house on Saturday afternoon, Belzoni, Mississippi Delta, Mississippi
1939 Oct.?
1 negative : nitrate ; 35 mm.
Notes:
Title and other information from caption card.
Digital file made from a modern print, not the original negative.
Transfer; United States. Office of War Information. Overseas Picture Division. Washington Division; 1944.
Subjects:
African Americans--Social life.
Motion picture theaters.
Segregation.
United States--Mississippi--Mississippi Delta--Belzoni.
Format: Nitrate negatives.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, DC 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Part Of: Farm Security Administration - Office of War Information Photograph Collection (Library of Congress)
More information about the FSA/OWI Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.fsaowi
Persistent URL: hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ppmsca.12888
Call Number: LC-USF33- 030577-M2
Taken during the segregation of the zakat to poor and disabled people. Apparently the woman is a beggar, and as seen here, her partner is helping her crossing the road.
Kayamandi is a suburb of Stellenbosch in the Western Cape region of South Africa located off route R304.
The name means "nice home" in the Xhosa language, from khaya meaning "home" and mnandi meaning "nice". It was founded in the early 1950s as part of the increased segregation during the apartheid regime.
It was originally built to house exclusively black migrant male labourers employed on the farms in the Stellenbosch area.
Man at work at the waste segregation unit - New Delhi, India
Taken with Pentax KM
Film : ORWO N74plus 400 ASA (Pushed 2 stops)
Just before the ball has ended, his majesty publicly expressed his distaste of social segregation and downright discrimination. Nevertheless, he was grateful of being able to join the elite. But no one knows who he really was nor where he came from. His invitation seemed to be an enchantment as his royal name was magically inscribed on the roster - The Masquerade Prince.
He sure was unknown but his presence was never forgotten that night...
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It’s a true story and autobiography, written about the life and adventures of a poor little mountain girl that survived some amazing things, while growing up in the mountains of Virginia, USA, between 1956 and 1965. She survived many things that normal children growing up in this same era would never experience. The fascinating recollection of events has amazed so many people, and she recorded it for her family and now the whole world. If you are not from the mountains you will learn a new language and new items to cook, like good corn bread. She talks about her own family bootlegging and the moonshining that went on, plus all the dangers in the mountains. She has a secret side to her life she does not like to talk about, and then what she did in later life to help her deal with the pain. She also goes into great detail on what it was like to live in what most people would call a rough cabin in the mountains. She describes the issues she had with her mother and what it was like to be a middle child. Later she went back for a visit to her home area and described all the changes. There were happy times, fun times, and just plain terrible times. She went through the pain of segregation in school and she hated it. She moved north to Ohio and learned the Truth from the bible, finally marrying a Yankee and she describes how this changed her life wonderfully.
Europe, Netherlands, Rotterdam, Centre, Luchtsingel-Roundabout (ZUS), Pedestrians (cut from T)
The Luchtsingel is an interesting project that counteracts the detrimental effects that the combination of modernist urban planning (with its rigorous segregation of work, living and commercial functions) and chronic high levels of vacancy of office buildings and anonymous space (the location of the demolished Hofplein station) have on the liveability and vitality of the northern part of the centre of Rotterdam.
It offers a circuit of elevated walkways that passes through the Schieblock, crosses a major road and a railroad to offer the pedestrian new ways to discover the city, help them to avoid the anonymous and sometime unsafe existing urban ground level. And it forms a connection between emerging cultural hotspots in the Rotterdam Central and Noord areas.
The Luchtsingel is conceived and designed by: ZUS. Funding: the municipality of Rotterdam and crowd sourcing / crowd funding. For 25 € people could and can buy planks on which the name of the buyer is printed (as can be seen in this capture).
The first part of the Luchtsingel passes thru the Schieblock and crosses the Schiekade and is shown here here and here .
Shown here is second part. It consists of a roundabout, two access stairs and a bridge that crosses the 4 tracks of the Rotterdam-Dordecht main railway line. Kids already discovered it. It's on the site of the demolished part of the Hofplein railway station. In BG on the right is the housing of the Heliport quarter, because of the roofs also known as ‘Klein Volendam’. It was the location of the terminal of the Rotterdam-Antwerp-Brussels helicopter service (1953-1965, operated by Sabena), hence its name.
The Luchtsingel is an urban renewal ‘light’ project, intervening before demolition and total redevelopment are the only options left. It's pic # 122 of my Urban Frontiers album.
12-1-55 Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat to a white man on this bus. An act that helped the Civil Rights Movement gain momentum towards removing segregation laws in Alabama. A small act that had huge implications and results. Thank you Rosa.
Whilst non-native, fallow deer are considered naturalised and are locally abundant and increasing. They are found in England and Wales, but patchy in Scotland, inhabiting mature broadleaf woodland with under-storey, open coniferous woodland and open agricultural land. They prefer to graze grasses although they will take trees and dwarf shrub shoots in autumn and winter.
Population density and habitat influence both group size and the degree of sexual segregation. Groups of adult males and females, usually with young, remain apart for most of the year in large woodlands, only coming together to breed. Sexes freely mix in large herds throughout the year in open, agricultural environments.
Damage caused by browsing of tree shoots and agricultural crops puts fallow deer in conflict with farmers and foresters and their ability to reach very high densities can result in high local levels of damage. Conversely, many country and forest estates can gain substantial revenue from recreational stalking and/or venison production. Fallow deer are also farmed for their venison and are one of the most important ornamental park species in the UK. Regardless of context, fallow deer populations require careful management to maintain health and quality and ensure a sustainable balance with their environment.
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The "Berliner Mauer" that used to split the world in capitalism and socialism, and also representing violence and segregation, today holds the East Side Gallery. There, you find the most outstanding graffiti art by artists from all over the world.
Gordon Parks was born into poverty and segregation in Fort Scott, Kansas, in 1912. An itinerant laborer, he worked as a brothel pianist and railcar porter, among other jobs, before buying a camera at a pawnshop, training himself, and becoming a photographer. In addition to his storied tenures photographing for the Farm Security Administration (1941–45) and Life magazine (1948–72), Parks evolved into a modern-day Renaissance man, finding success as a film director, writer and composer. The first African-American director to helm a major motion picture, he helped launch the blaxploitation genre with his film Shaft (1971). He wrote numerous memoirs, novels and books of poetry, and received many awards, including the National Medal of Arts and more than 50 honorary degrees. Parks died in 2006.
São Paulo's old city center, a display of history, diversity, segregation, wealth, homelessness and the hope for a better city.
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Back in the 1990s west of Kansas City on the Emporia Subdivision, it was fairly easy to pick out the transcon trains running between Chicago and California from the ones operating between Chicago/Kansas City and Texas. The transcon trains almost always had the big new power while the Texas trains typically had the older, smaller power.
In August 1996 at Morris, Kansas, just west of Argentine yard, we have an autorack train from Pearland, Texas holding Main Two with a SF30C and GP7 for power while intermodal train S-CHLA crosses over from Main Two to Main One with a trio of Superfleet GEs headed for California.