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[Tone policing is ]when someone (usually a privileged person) in a conversation about oppression shifts the conversation from the oppression being discussed to the way it is being discussed. Tone policing prioritizes the comfort of the [person with more influence and protection] in the situation over the oppression of the disadvantaged person.

It is not a student’s responsibility to speak up: It is the teacher’s responsibility to not abuse their power.

And all at once Bridie is filled with the hot rage that comes over any sane woman who rails against her market price, or the damnable fact that there is a market price in the first place. She glares into the mirror.

Bridie could tell by the sorrow and the steel behind Eliza's soft looks that she had experienced far worse in life than the scorn of housemaids.

"If your wife, your brother, or God forbid, your child dies. It leaves a big hole in your life. It's much better not to pretend there's no hole. Not to try to, what do they say nowadays, get over it."

In fact, I believe it was evidence of remarkable recovery that he was able to find interest in other things (i.e. exterminating snakes, helping neighbours) after the traumas of his life. Good on him.

Some things in this world just ain't meant to be, not in the times we want'em to, and the heart has to hold it in this world as remembrance, a promise for the world that's to come. There's a prize at the end of all of it, but still, that's a heavy load to bear."

all things heaven sent ain't meant to be enjoyed in this world. [...]For the Captain took that news across the jibs and brung hisself back to Harpers Ferry knowing he was done in. He knowed he was gonna lose fighting for the Negro, on account of the Negro, and he brung hisself to it anyway, for he trusted in the Lord's word. That's strong stuff. I felt God in my heart for the first time at that moment.

I come to the understanding that maybe what was on the inside was more important, and that your outer covering didn't count so much as folks thought it did, colored or white, man or woman.

It ain't a clean proposition when you you declare a war on something, and not somebody

Indeed. Compare "war on terrorism" and "war on Iraq".

I weren't hungry as a slave

Indeed, the risk of self-care: you can provide for yourself, or you can not. Your master can provide for you, or your master can sell your children. You can have someone else care for you and yours, and accept your vulnerability under their power, or you can care for yourself, but accept your occasional failures.

pixilated

Er. I'm not sure this word was used in this manner in those days.... Pixies, yes, but pixels? Also, "accidentally on purpose" earlier... Just how old is that expression?

Harlot Shackleford

commingle with anyone in the fleshly ways of nature without being married

ROFLMAO

The time they ask directly, and the Black slave tells them directly: its not just because they're white, its not generally because they're masters, but because they specifically sold her children.

And in that conversation, he sees her not as Black, not as slave, not as woman, but as mom, as parent - as he himself is a father. He sees her as same to himself. And he can't deal, and has the freedom to leave.

Only one colored known to all of them

[the Old Man] reckoned every colored wanted to fight for his freedom. It never occurred to him that they would feel any other way.

"Our Redeemer's Blood etc." - "Does that mean you don't like me?"

"Well, I can't read, and you're trying to claim my land"

"Well, I'll be heading out"

omg the list of cousins

"kids these days"

For me, after my life in the army, caring for the ravens has meant becoming part of another family, of learning to trust and be trusted, of seeking to understand their needs, of being alongside them when they are happy or depressed, when they're angry or lonely, and of doing what I can, to the best of my ability, when they need help.

Bear redeemed himself, [ . . . ]as shown in the undeniable humanity of his Faces series.
You mean Pinch redeemed Bear. Pinch made the effort to mitigate the resentment people felt towards Bear. Pinch recognized the suffering Bear inflicted on them all, and worked hard to diminish it's aftereffects... Poor kid. Damn Bear.

,, " He toiled for decades without caring what the public thought; he scorned money; he dedicated himself to a singular vision." ,, Uhm, you mean he scorned "income", income directly from you, because he had it from other sources. And he absolutely >did< care about opinion - once he decided those works aren't worth showing, he'd burn them all... Damn, people, believing such blatant lies???

unfinished self-portrait of Pinch pictured as youth, back when he believed he'd endure, that strangers would know of him someday.

Jing keeps that painting under his bed in the spare room. At times, she takes it out. Never for long. Just a look.

But from the present vantage, what happened feels inevitable - not because events were beyond his control but because they were within it. He couldn't have been other than he was. That doesn't hurt anymore. Just another ant, marching up and down.

Q_Q
TT_TT

"You have to let go of my hand at some point." - "You mean it doesn't come off?" - "It's become quite attached to me." - "I feel the same way." At least he got to experience companionship of peers later in life, what, just before his death?