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Or, to use an embittered proverb my grandmother used to mutter at the evening news, “They asked the Pharaoh, ‘Who made you a pharaoh?’ He replied, ‘no one stopped me.’”

-to indulge in guilt. But it is an unproductive sentiment, it does not start revolutions. Guilt, imposes itself like a nagging cavity, you are acutely aware of its presence but you continue to shovel the same sweets into your mouth, until your teeth rot. Until you self-destruct.

The enlarged Hate Crime Unit was put in charge of the "investigation of any occurrence generated as a result of protests and/or demonstrations related to the Middle East conflict," whether or not there was any allegation of either hate or crime.

"After they burned my homeland, my friends and youth.. how can my poems not turn into guns?" - Palestinian Poet Rashid Hussein

The machine swallows life and spits out convenience.

For someone fortunate enough to be born wearing the boot, the capacity for mercy may well extend only to how hard one chooses to step on the neck. That anyone should take the shoe off entirely, walk away from the site of the trampling, is unthinkable.

To be accused of speaking too loudly about one injustice but not others by someone who doesn't care about any of them is to be told, simply, to keep quiet.

-to see these things is to know the sand is sticking to the teeth. The gears will grind to a halt one day

"Wherever you are, whatever sand you can throw on the gears of genocide, do it now. If it's a handful, throw it. If it's a fingernail full, scrape it out and throw. Get in the way however you can."
- Palestinian poet Rasha Abdulhadi

There exists no other remotely plausible explanation for a moral worldview in which what a protester might hypothetically do to a hospital deserves the strongest condemnation, while what a military does-- has done-- to multiple hospitals deserves none.

It's an admirable thing, in a politics possessed of a moral floor, to believe one can change the system from the inside[.] But when, after decades of such thinking, decades of respectful prodding, the condition one arrives at is reticent acceptance of genocide, is it not at least worth considering that you are not changing the system nearly as much as the system is changing you?

[8] of these [9 ppl] are starting to understand that they cannot win; that no matter how much red meat they throw out, they are still unable to give the party's base what it craves. [Trump] is armored in a baseness the other candidates simply don't know how to wear. He understands what his opponents don't- that the people who will decide this election have gone well past red meat. They want the body served up alive.

this is where the
poets will interject
they will say: show, don't tell
but that
assumes most people
can see.
- Marwa Helal

We are back to having the language barrier! Yay! And not only that, we have ASL! ASL! ASL! *chants*

For some reason, the characters feel a little Jane Austen-y. But I'm definitely not comparing this book to her novels.

This book was actually recommended to me. A mindless smut book.. recommended... it must be good.

I had to put it down. It's a heavy book and I love it but I just don't want it to be over.

IT'S KICKING OFF. Holy mother of god!

Oh.

The fuck just happened... the FUCK JUST HAPPENED?

Can we fucking stay in Jada's POV for 5 minutes?

Okaaaaay, at least Mac is more bare-able than in Burned but holy fuck, can we move on from her POV?

My guess is Raymond is her dad. And Naz is the right hand and got asked to seduce her.

I just want to know all of the mysteries!