Most magical negro ever.
Rustler of Goats and Jimmies.
Community Anarcho-Horticulturist Network.
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❝Carrying out a hunger strike for nearly eight weeks is either an act of insanity or extreme desperation. A Virginia court has already ruled that Rashid is competent to make his own decisions. This must mean that he believes he is already facing a life-or-death situation by not receiving necessary medical care.❞
Please contact Director Dotson. It may save a courageous man’s life.
Director, Virginia Department of Corrections
(Not his direct line. Call this number and ask to be connected with his office.)
For the first month of the hunger strike, Rashid was kept in a cell with no running water. He was denied bottled water, along with soap, toothpaste and other hygiene items. The only water he had to drink was from the toilet, which he was not able to clean.
One more time for those in the back:
➡️ Capitalism doesn't create wealth.
➡️ Landlords don't create housing.
➡️ Police don't create safefy.
In fact, it's the EXACT OPPOSITE in each and every one of these cases.
Getting ready to explain what the Movement Defence Committee is at a Jews Say No to Genocide/Palestinian Youth Movement town hall.
It took me 32 years to build my reputation, and less than 2 hours to destroy it.
Did you MEAN to phrase that that way?
It's not radical to want all citizens to pay their fair share of taxes.
Today it is snowing, and I'm inside. In fact, as I dictate this, I'm sitting in a hot bath with epsom salts soothing my aches and pains.
The night before last I was sleeping (well, sitting actually, as I did/could not sleep) outside, my choice, as part of a protest about houselessness in the City of Toronto.
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It's not the first time I have "slept rough" with unhoused people, but it has been because I have been requested to fulfill a role as a Legal Observer from the Movement Defence Committee, in case of interactions with police.
As a Black woman, when I have privilege in certain contexts, it is extremely apparent to me. And no, it's not ❝Black privilege❞ as certain #wypipo like to complain about when white privilege is commented on.
First of all, and it annoys me to have to cover this ground repeatedly, the PRIVILEGE in question is "privilege" vis-à-vis rights, not "privilege" as in wealth.
1️⃣ The first privilege, and this will probably confuse those of you who insist upon hearing privilege as in wealth, is that I have dedicated camping gear (and it is camping gear, as opposed to what I'm relying upon to save my God damn life every night) designed for winter camping, AND I've had the luxury to learn how to use it properly in non-emergency situations.
Even then, not being able to use a wood stove or start a fire, made things deeply unpleasant. It reached -13°C at one point, and the cold coming up from the cement was brutal, even through the reflectix. I gave one roll of reflectix to someone who was sleeping directly on the ground.
It was windy, and even with my hammock sock over top of my entire setup, I could feel convection happening. The fact that I EVEN KNOW the difference between convective cooling (the wind pulling the warmed air away from your immediate space) versus conductive cooling (the cement sucking the heat from your body) and how to compensate for it, is part of that privilege.
Hmmm I'm going to make this into a thread instead of a one post novel.
Toronto City Hall on a cold but clear day, yesterday, chosen for the budget debates that were to take place inside. In front of the building, you can see, at a distance, two groups of protesters, including some tents on the cement.
A wrestling match between City of Toronto employees and representatives trying to steal things from a homeless encampment, and the people trying to stop that from happening.
Encampment at St Stephen-in-the-Fields, where the city of Toronto put giant cement blocks so that no one could put a tent there.
Kicking off a Legal Observing Marathon with a Defund the Police Party at Nathan Phillips Square.
Loaded down with stuff to give away: warm clothing (gently-used and freshly washed); tent and accompanying camping gear that I no longer use now that I am a tree-sleeper; then a dash over to Street Knit to pickup warm knitted gear to bring back.