A LETTER TO PROJECT WILDCAT: RACIST BEHAVIOR LAST WEEK LACKS EXCUSE

numicroaggressions:

By Heather Menefee, Cinthya Rodríguez, Stephanie Medina, Darien Rauhouse Wendell, Isabella Pasbakhsh, and Lucía León

On April 10th after 1 AM, three of us walked North on Sheridan. As we approached Kellogg, we noticed a group of white students, about five men and one woman, gathered around the large pine tree across from the building. Getting closer, we noticed that these students had war paint on their faces. As all of the white men urinated on the tree, clearly inebriated from their behavior and loudness, we walked towards the white woman standing offside to inquire what was going on. She let us know that they were all a part of PWild, the freshman pre-orientation group known as Project Wildcat. They were just partaking in “tradition” and we “shouldn’t mind them.” But we were in disbelief after witnessing such a display of disrespect that included the adoption of this racialized style of face painting. Trying to process what had just happened, we wondered how it was that these students had been drunk and disorderly on campus for a long time without being approached by NUPD.

After relating what we had experienced to other friends, we learned that groups of white students had been seen running all around south campus in loud mobs over a period extending at least between 11 PM and 1 AM, but likely longer. Many of these students were also seen in blatant possession of alcohol. Several women of color walking home through the sorority quad were confronted by a group of loud, intoxicated white students in ‘war paint’ (one of them carrying a can of beer). When one of the women accidentally bumped into one of them, they immediately began to make comments and take an offensive stance towards the women. Many people of color, particularly women and gender-nonconforming people, experience fear when walking around campus at night. In this instance that fear was exacerbated by the fear that these intoxicated white students would take their sense of entitlement to a new level, particularly as the ‘war paint’ was understood by at least one student as both racist and threatening.

By the end of the night, another student of color was harassed by a group of PWild students while guarding the Rock. The group also informed this student that the ‘tradition’ they were partaking in was a yearly scavenger hunt, against the University’s Code of Conduct. We posted a Facebook status warning other students about the encounters, and we received an email from the PWild Steering Committee the following day.

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Micro/Aggressions at NU

"Justice is not a quantitative question. If you steal something for long enough it doesn’t become yours"

Kwame Ture (formerly Stokely Carmichael) on settler colonialism (via decolonizehistory)

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"The legacy of anti-Black racism is that Black struggle gets deemed the property of all other social justice struggles. The symbols and tactics of Black struggle are deemed the common property of all. Black people are required to show solidarity with other people of color, without other people of color owing solidarity to Black communities. Black oppression is always analogized to other forms of oppression in a manner that disappears Black oppression itself. It is presumed we already know everything about Black oppression, so we can just use it as an empty signifier to explain other oppressions."

Andrea Smith, as quoted by @prisonculture on twitter. (via so-treu)

Damn. TELL IT.

Black oppression is always analogized to other forms of oppression in a manner that disappears Black oppression itself.

If I had a dollar for every. fucking. time.someone compared being black to being gay, or disabled, or…..anything really. 

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My parents brought me tacos again

Uno de asada
Uno de lengua
Uno al pastor
The biggest horchata
Fruit
Vegetables
Pan Bimbo
Queso
Milk
Pastillas para la gripa
Tortillas
A book Amazon sent home
Leftovers from yesterday
Te de tila for my nervios
And Love
And I laid this all out on the table in the lounge before they hugged me goodbye
No te preocupes Mami, voy estar bien –
Pos no te creas mija, me apuro –
Me tomo el té Ma, voy estar bien.

"La libertad es como la mañana. Hay quienes esperan dormidos a que llegue, pero hay quienes desvelan y caminan la noche para alcanzarla."

Subcomandante Marcos, EZLN (via elpoetaefimero)

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azaadiart:

kalisherni:

be careful who you share your poetree with 

yess <3

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luigimonstre:

It’s Movement Time - Las Cafeteras

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"broken english"

when my mother struggles to spell a word in english
I want to break the entire language
into little pieces
so the edges of these letters
will stop cutting her


— aysha via Diaspora Defiance
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"And I understood that if the god and goddess that I was looking at didn’t look like me…my children would never feel sacred, and never have the power to achieve what we needed to achieve. And I needed to make sure that my children understood that we are perfect. That we came to the world perfect. That our color is perfect, that our hair is perfect, that our nose is perfect, and we don’t have to compare ourselves to anyone because we are perfect. Because we are the god and the goddess."

Dr. Marta Moreno Vega  (via black-boricua)

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5 days in the desert

The sun turned my skin copper by the second day

Cobre, the way it should be

The third day I said hasta pronto disguised as a goodbye

Que Dios los Bendiga I said towards the wind

The fourth day I hiked to her altar and stood there

Leaving rosaries around those water gallons

On the last day a volunteer came by

The white man said “hola”

It wasn’t the last day.

- Cinthya