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from “Parable of the Talents” by Octavia Butler
From EARTHSEED: THE BOOKS OF THE LIVING Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought. To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears. To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool. To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen. To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies. To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.
February 16, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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“Kids Who Die”
Langston Hughes, 1938
Kids Who Die This is for the kids who die, Black and white, For kids will die certainly. The old and rich will live on awhile, As always, Eating blood and gold, Letting kids die. Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi Organizing sharecroppers. Kids will die in the streets of Chicago Organizing workers. Kids will die in the orange groves of California Telling others to get together. Whites and Filipinos, Negroes and Mexicans, All kinds of kids will die Who don't believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment And a lousy peace. Of course, the wise and the learned Who pen editorials in the papers, And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names. White and black, Who make surveys and write books. Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die, And the sleazy courts, And the bribe-reaching police, And the blood-loving generals, And the money-loving preachers Will all raise their hands against the kids who die, Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets To frighten the people— For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people— And the old and rich don't want the people To taste the iron of the kids who die, Don't want the people to get wise to their own power, To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together. Listen, kids who die— Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you Except in our hearts Maybe your bodies'll be lost in a swamp. Or a prison grave, or the potter's field, Or the rivers where you're drowned like Leibknecht. But the day will come— You are sure yourselves that it is coming— When the marching feet of the masses Will raise for you a living monument of love, And joy, and laughter, And black hands and white hands clasped as one, And a song that reaches the sky— The song of the life triumphant Through the kids who die.
February 1, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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My sister called me the other day and told me that now she can potentially be fired for using her students' preferred pronouns, which is honestly hilarious because it implies only incorrect pronouns are legal now.
February 1, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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January 26, 2025 at 3:47 AM
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Who knew getting regularly chased out of our regular internet haunts by random billionaires was going to be such a big part of modern life?
January 8, 2025 at 7:42 PM