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I couldn’t not reblog this. Wow…

this is too much

I honestly hate this country with a burning passion. How anyone can have pride in such a murderous, imperialist, racist place is beyond my comprehension

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I’M a baby

WE CAN BE BABIES TOGETHER

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Columbia University Student Will Drag Her Mattress Around Campus Until Her Rapist Is Gone

"I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc," Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here. 

So, I just want to go into HOW MUCH Columbia and the NYPD has failed, and revictimized, Emma Sulkowitz.

In her school hearing, Sulkowitz ” had to explain to the three administrators on the panel how anal rape worked. She told them she had been hit across the face, choked and pinned down, but, she said, one still seemed confused about how it was possible for someone to penetrate her there without lubricant. Sulkowicz said she had to draw them a diagram.”

"Her best friend was meant to be at the hearing; Sulkowicz had chosen her as her one “supporter.” But her friend was kicked out of that role for talking about the case, according to Sulkowicz, in violation of the university’s confidentiality policy. As punishment, her friend was also put on probation and made to write two reflection papers: one from the perspective of Sulkowicz and another from the accused."

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE
OF HER FRIEND’S RAPIST

- Two other women at Columbia have accused this guy of sexual assault/rape. But he’s been found not responsible in all instances, and is still on campus

- When she went to the police, one officer said: “”You invited him into your room. That’s not the legal definition of rape.”

- Another officer told her friends, who came with her: ““For every single rape I’ve had, I’ve had 20 that are total bull——,” he added. “It’s also my type of job to get to the truth. If that means being harsh about it, that’s what I do.”

And that’s.
Why.
People.
Don’t.
REPORT.

I want to set literally everything on fire.

Also, it’s so so so so so important that people know that this happens ALL THE FUCKING TIME. This isn’t some rare singular or extreme case of injustice. We live in rape culture. This is considered acceptable in the system we live in. People make jokes about it. How could someone think this is funny?

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"you may write me down in historywith your bitter, twisted lies,you may tread me in the very dirtbut still, like dust, i’ll rise.does my sassiness upset you? why are you beset with gloom? cause i walk like i’ve got oil wellspumping in my living room.just like moons and like suns,with the certainty of tides,just like hopes springing high,still i’ll rise.did you want to see me broken? bowed head and lowered eyes? shoulders falling down like teardrops.weakened by my soulful cries.does my haughtiness offend you? don’t you take it awful hardcause i laugh like i’ve got gold minesdigging in my own back yard.you may shoot me with your words,you may cut me with your eyes,you may kill me with your hatefulness,but still, like air, i’ll rise.” ~tattoo debut~

"you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies,
you may tread me in the very dirt
but still, like dust, i’ll rise.

does my sassiness upset you? 
why are you beset with gloom? 
cause i walk like i’ve got oil wells
pumping in my living room.

just like moons and like suns,
with the certainty of tides,
just like hopes springing high,
still i’ll rise.

did you want to see me broken? 
bowed head and lowered eyes? 
shoulders falling down like teardrops.
weakened by my soulful cries.

does my haughtiness offend you? 
don’t you take it awful hard
cause i laugh like i’ve got gold mines
digging in my own back yard.

you may shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eyes,
you may kill me with your hatefulness,
but still, like air, i’ll rise.” 

~tattoo debut~



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