I love the idea that one thing can be different for different people. Everything’s that way…and then there are films or writings that you could read once and then ten years later read again and get way more from. You’ve changed; the work stays the same. But suddenly it’s got way more meaning for you, depending on where you are. I like things that have a kernel of something in them. They have to be abstract. The more concrete they are, the less likely that this thing will happen. The maker has to feel it and know it in a certain way and be honest to it. Every single decision passes through this one person, and if they judge it and do it correctly, then the work holds together for that one person, and they feel it’s honest and it’s right. And then it’s released, and from that point on there’s not one thing you can do about it. You can talk about it - try to defend it or try to do this or that. It doesn’t work. People still hate it. They hate it. It doesn’t work for them. And you’ve lost them. You’re not going to get them back. Maybe twenty years later they’ll say, “My God! I was wrong.” Or maybe, twenty years later, they’ll hate it when at first they loved it. Who knows? It’s out of your control. - David Lynch
The Struggle for Survival of the Roma People: Europe’s Most Hated
So, I’d really like as many of you as possible to watch this and to find out what life is really like for the Roma in Europe.
On a side note, one of the most infuriating things about living in the UK is the sheer fucking hypocrisy in the idea that for a country that colonised a HUGE percentage of the world, pillaging, stealing, and draining the resources of as many countries as possible “for the glory of the Empire”, we’re pretty fucking precious about who “steals” from us.
I’m lucky enough to live in a city with a large population of Roma refugees, mostly concentrated in one neighbourhood. The only problem that’s happened is racist hysteria about a “wave” or “influx” of “Gypsy criminals” in the right-wing media and nazi fuckwads targeting them for attacks.
On 13 June 1973, 1500 strikers at the Ford factory in Broadmeadows, Melbourne, fought a six-hour battle with the police to close the plant. The police tried to disperse their picket line by riding horses into them.
The strikers said they would not go back to work or leave the area until the rest of the workers inside joined them outside, on strike. Their sheer militancy turned the tide. Throughout the day, the workers still inside walked out. The company was forced to close the gates and the four-week-old strike gained new strength, and the police did not arrest a single striker that day.
The Ford Broadmeadows strike was one of the most explosive and militant disputes in the history of the Australian union movement. And at its heart were migrant workers. Around 75 per cent of the 6000 workers at Ford were migrants, most of them on the assembly line. Like generations of migrant workers since, they faced increased exploitation compared to the majority of Australian-born workers. [video]
Well I did it, I made a burner Wattpad for my weird Southern Gothic
zombie apocalypse wasteland wanderer communism story, complete with a
bullshit cover image I made in MS Paint literally just now. There’s
three (3) chapters up right now, more to come … eventually. You can
read it I guess if you want to.
Nearly two hundred years after thermonuclear war burned the world to
cinders, civilization is being rebuilt in the American South. Two
groups, divided by irreconcilable differences, have been locked in a
bloody struggle for supremacy in the shell of what was once America for
as long as anyone can remember, and each will stop at nothing to destroy
the other.
Magnolia Blackadder, field agent and designated
marksman, is sent on a dangerous mission: To travel beyond the bounds
of this new civilization, into the irradiated wasteland abandoned so
long ago, and recover a certain item of pre-war military technology.
Along the way, she learns that even the wasteland is not always what it
seems, and that some stones are best left unturned, and that some old
ghosts don’t want to stay buried.
This blog is mostly so I can vent my feelings and share my interests. Other than that, I am nothing special.
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