I remember the first time I was in the Wall of Death. It was at Of Mice & Men’s set at Warped Tour ‘12 and at first, me and my friend had no clue what the fuck was going on. So Austin says “go!”, and everyone starts running, basically pushing me and my friend along. Me, being the clumsy and accident prone person I am, fell in the middle of the pit and like 6 people fell on top of me. I thought I was gonna fucking die (and I may or may not have starting crying.. shh). Eventually everyone got off of me and gave me a little room to get up, and two boys helped me back to my feet, forever proving that the metal fanbase is the most amazing fanbase ever c:
Okay that paragraph totally switched mentalities at the end.
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
“I’m not ashamed to dress ‘like a woman’ because I don’t think it’s shameful to be a woman.” - Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop is such a bad ass. There’s an interview I watched where his manager talked about having to bail him out of jail. The manager shows up and Iggy is drunk, disorderly, and wearing a dress. His manager asked “Ig, why are you wearing a womans dress?” and Iggy replied “I beg to differ, this is a mans dress.”
It’s like Eddie Izzard says - ‘They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.’
Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945
This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.
He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:
“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.
“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.
“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”
The Tamale Lady, as many news media outlets are dubbing Juana Reyes, is a latin@ street vendor who now faces deportation for selling food right outside a Walmart in Sacramento, California.
NOTE: Now, before moving on with this story, it is important that we point out how problematic it is to reference un@ inmigrante by her occupation. In a country that has a long history of commodifying immigrants of color, it isn’t exactly the most politically correct thing to call a hard-working mother simply “Tamale Lady.” Juana Reyes has a name; let’s use it, shall we?
Juana Reyes does what many immigrants in this country do best: hustle hard! As a mother of two, and feeling the pressures of everyday life, she did what she had to do and posted up in front of a Walmart to sell Tamales a’la chicken con quesito. Actually, sounds to me like her efforts belong more on MexicanFoodPorn’s blog than they do on a criminal report. Pero, I digress.
One Thursday morning, Juana was told by local authorities that she could no longer sell food in front of the Walmart. Which was odd for her to hear since she had been selling tamales in that same spot for quite sometime. Up until then, no one had mentioned that this was a problem. Many of Walmart employees would even stop on their break or after work to enjoy some of her street delicacies.
Juana complied and moved to different location. However. the problem now was that Tamales weren’t selling in the new area. Juana was faced with making a decision between A. staying in this new location and not making enough money (money that she needed for rent, among other things) or B. returning to her previous area and risk getting in trouble. Of course, Juana did what any mother in her position would do and returned to her previous location.
Unfortunately, when Juana returned, she was almost immediately arrested. And not only was she handcuffed, but her two children, who were with her at the time, were taken by Child Protective Services. The folks over NEWSREVIEW even mention that the police officer told Juana’s 10 year old son:
“They’re going to send your mom to Mexico. And you’ll never see her again.”
Oh, what great people we have patrolling the streets of Sacramento. Not only is this deputy making the racist assumption that Juana Reyes is Mexican, but he stoops so low as to taunt a little boy who at this point is probably already scared. ( PS. If you aren’t outraged by now, you have problems, son.)
Let’s make this clear: Reyes was arrested because she was suspected of being undocumented. Selling food without proper permits is a minor offense. Trespassing —what she was officially arrested for—usually does not involve handcuffs, CPS, and being held for a couple of weeks w/o a lawyer. CNN contributer Ruben Navarrette Jr. mentions:
Some will insist that Reyes is actually being punished for coming into the United States illegally. But this woman only came to the attention of federal authorities because local law enforcement officers arrested her for an infraction that would have normally resulted in a slap on the wrist. And the reason that she was arrested was because she was selling tamales.
Juana’s story is one that the displays the ills of a racist society. One where a brown women selling food in attempts to put a roof over her children’s heads is not only frowned upon but criminalized. Simply put, that’s complete bullshit!