exactly. there’s nothing there. not a statue. not a plaque. nothing.
[drives over hitler’s death site]
Bloody amazing.
And you know what’s right next to it?
That’s right, the Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden, which translates to the Memorial for the murdered jews.
So if you wanna go have a look at the monument commemorating the victims of Hitler’s regime, you can park your car right on the spot he died and walk there.
Makes ya think, doesn’t it?
Germany: *has a literal parking lot over Hitler’s death site and has the memorial for the murdered Jews right next to it*
America:*has statues and museums dedicated to people who believed slavery was so amazing and good they decided to make their own country and murder anyone who disagreed*
Women, the streets near the car park are named after:
Gertrud Kolmar - German Jewish poet murdered in Auschwitz
Hannah Arendt - famous German Jewish philosopher and author, her works on totalitarianism, authority and the nature of power, who fled Nazi Germany in 1933
Cora Berliner - German Jewish economist and social scientist murdered in
Trostinets extermination camp
If you would report an undocumented immigrant to ICE you would have reported me to the Nazis and I don’t fucking trust you
A note:
I live in a state where you “have to” report anyone you suspect of being undocumented (that wonderful hellhole of Arizona). Now in practice this law has fallen far short, thank goodness. But if you live in such a place and they start enforcing it, here is how you get around it:
Assume everyone who doesn’t speak English is visiting.
Never ask about their job, because if they tell you they work here then you know they’re not visiting. You see them a lot for several weeks or months? Hm. Someone in the family must be ill. That’s terribly tough. They always dress in old, ratty laborers’ clothes? I feel you, my dude, I can’t afford new clothes either, and my dad has the fashion sense of an aardvark, so sometimes it’s not even about “affording” them. They say they’ve been here for years? You must have misunderstood. Spanish isn’t your first language, after all. First and last name? It never came up, or you don’t recall–you meet a lot of people.
And then, if you’re asked: no, you haven’t seen anyone residing illegally in the United States. Just people visiting.
Very good very important addition
Essentially, this is the civil society version of a work-to-rule strike.
Don’t do more than is expressly asked of you, and do what you are asked with such an intense attention to protocol that not asking you at all becomes more effective than even bothering.
In this case:
“Have you seen an illegal immigrant?”
“Could you describe an illegal immigrant, officer?”
*officer describes a person who is in the country without appropriate paperwork, or who has crossed the border illegally*
“No, sir, I haven’t seen any illegal immigrant.”
And this is correct. You have NOT seen an illegal immigrant, because you have no way of knowing if Jose Fulano is here legally or not. And since you can’t see his paperwork (or lack thereof), and did not personally see him cross the border illegally, you are only answering precisely the question asked.
I’m not American, and I have like, three followers, but this is important.
So, I’m a lawyer, who deals with immigration though does not specialize in it. But here’s the thing(s):
1) Even someone who’s working could be here on a migrant (or other sort of) visa (hey, there are a few thousand per year, and *someone*’s got to get them, right?) or could be waiting for their case to resolve in immigration court, after having come to America to join a born or naturalized American family member.
2) Even people who are working improperly could have come into the country legally – and just overstayed their visa or be violating the conditions of their visa, and you have no idea what the niggly little regulations that govern that might be.
3) If a law enforcement officer asks you about a neighbor/friend/etc., take this moment to remind them that, unlike them, you cannot ask a random person off the street for their ID and be entitled to a response.
4) Even if someone has told you that they are undocumented, you still don’t know, do you? Humans lie all the time. How could you know for sure? You can’t, because they can’t prove that they have a lack of papers. Just because you haven’t seen papers doesn’t mean they don’t exist!
5) Don’t ever talk to cops in general. Why are you talking to a cop? Stop that, as soon as it is safe and feasible.
I fucking HATE THESE!!!! He’s a JOURNALIST! He’s asking her a leading question so she can expand on what makes him a racist!!! This isn’t a debate or a fucking conversation. He’s doing his fucking job and he’s doing it well. He’s shedding light on trumps racism by giving her the platform to speak on it. Stop fucking doing this.
imagine thinking anderson “my ancestor deserved to die for owning slaves” cooper is racist or defending trump
bold of you to assume 99% of the ppl on tumblr understand the first thing about how journalism works
They literally don’t which is why they get pissed every time someone’s name isn’t in an article title when it’s literally journalism 101 that only famous people’s names go in the title.
The term “chintz” has come to imply a broad range of products bearing a vintage floral pattern — most commonly associated with porcelain china and polished upholstery fabric. Favorite patterns were comprised of delicate rose motif with meandering sprig stems connected by tiny hand-painted “spots.” The earliest records indicate that French cotton printers arrived in London in the mid-1600’s. They were known as “calico printers,” having mastered the craft of rendering coloured patterns in layers upon silk and cotton. The process consisted of stretching a length of cloth upon which an engraved wooden block is stamped at even intervals in a variety of coloured inks. With one hand the stamp block is precisely positioned while the other hand strikes the block to entrench the colour deeply within the fibers.
I came across an early document published in 1912 by a chintz-loving authority on the subject:
…It covered the peasant’s chairs and draped his windows, giving warmth and wealth of colour to the otherwise barren appearance of his cottage. Further, it reflected his simple horticultural tastes, for the brilliantly coloured roses, pansies, and convolvuluses which shine prominently on the glazed surface of the cloth are those flowers which were always to be found in his garden. Chintz or printed cotton was, in the old days, the only decorative fabric known to the village upholsterer. When persons of wealth hung their windows with silk brocades and covered their chairs with costly needlework and damasks, the rural cabinet-maker was supplying his modest clientele with these homely patterns printed upon common cloth.
These unassuming fabrics were as much cherished by the cottagers as anything which they possessed. Its homespun, pastoral appeal renders chintz an inexhaustible classic, one we return to again and again.
my mom got a pack of candles and only realized once she started putting them on the cake that they said “birthday boy” and not “happy birthday” so we made do
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exactly. there’s nothing there. not a statue. not a plaque. nothing.
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[drives over hitler’s death site]
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