we have this one really huge white elm mushroom out at market and whenever people stop to look at it dustin says “it’s my unidentified frying object” omg too cute
we have this one really huge white elm mushroom out at market and whenever people stop to look at it dustin says “it’s my unidentified frying object” omg too cute
Farm-to-Table in Communities of Color
It’s true that, for youth of color, heading back to the farm recalls a fraught history of slavery and exploitive migrant labor. She says that immigrant youth often say, “Why would I go back to the farm that my immigrant parents worked so hard to get us off of?” For young people of color, claiming direct access to food by picking up the pitchfork at a local urban farm can feel like a step backwards.
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When it comes to funding, black farmers receive about one-third or less than what other farmers receive, which has resulted, Gail Myers points out, in black farmers losing their land. In fact, this asymmetry led a group of black farmers to sue the USDA for damages, claiming discriminatory treatment. The farmers agreed to a settlement, and in 1999, over 15,000 claimants received restitutions. Soon afterward, Native American, Latino, and female farmers stepped forward with their own civil rights lawsuits against the USDA. Discriminatory lending has cost the federal government billions in settlements.
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i wrote a big pro/con list about the mushroom farm i’m working on in a response to someones ask, but my future phone is hiding it from me, so i’ll just summarize: there are four cats here, bob sleeps in my room in the barn every night and leaves me mouse offerings (and sometimes vomit), spike really likes being pet but is also really skittish so i get a lot of mixed signals, lucy’s eyes glaze over when she’s happy and i thought she was buddy until i noticed that difference, and buddy climbs on my back and purrs while i’m weeding and is so cute i don’t even mind him kneading on my leg til it bleeds
first day at the mushroom farm, there are five cats here and i just put my clothes in a drawer (as opposed to the various bags they’ve been in 4ever) and the folks here are really sweet i’m learning so much from this eight year old and i’m going to harvest nettle tomorrow
this inmate who is serving a life sentence for molesting and then murdering a 10 year old girl called katie was held down and branded by fellow inmates when they learned of his crimes
No sympathy for rapists and child molesters.i put this up yesterday. look at the notes. jesus.
this fucking rules
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-visual representation of white queer gentrification in west oakland (tag that used to say “go home crackers” is changed to “go homos!”)
-the other day a dude at the holdout was talking to me about how when he was growing up there weren’t any white people in this area, and now he gets nasty looks from white folx walking around his neighborhood
-been thinking a lot the past couple days about ways I actively or indirectly contribute to shit like this, what it means for me to be a white queer traveling thru oakland, etc.
bryce: *sees dried mango in my bag* what is that, fruit jerky?
I laughed out loud at the comments left on this Jezebel story about a group of women who got together to experiment on safe use of psychedelic drugs (which they administered vaginally because they wanted to try and document the effects). What made me laugh about the comments was the overall derision and contempt the commentariat had for these women: WHO ARE THESE WOMEN?! ARE THEY GROWN UPS?! (hint, the article itself said they were between 24 and 42) and similar mockery. Now, one would expect that a commentariat that praises itself (read: regularly engages in self congratulatory circle jerks about their professed feminism), they would not be oblivious to the long history of a very well documented tradition of witchcraft and the vaginal administration of psychedelics. Two points worth mentioning:
1) the old representation of the witch riding her broom comes from early depictions of witches (or to be more accurate, midwives and folk medicine practitioners in Europe) using their brooms to insert doses of belladonna up their vaginas. Science Blogs has an account from 1324, by Lady Alice Kyteler, on how this was done (and how, in turn, the practice sprung the old depiction of the witch riding her broom):
“In rifleing the closet of the ladie, they found a pipe of oyntment, wherewith she greased a staffe, upon which she ambled and galloped through thick and thin.” And from the fifteenth-century records of Jordanes de Bergamo: ‘But the vulgar believe, and the witches confess, that on certain days or nights they anoint a staff and ride on it to the appointed place or anoint themselves under the arms and in other hairy places.’ It also explains why so many of the pictures of the time depict partially clothed (or naked) witches astride their broomsticks.”
2) The Inquisition specifically targeted these “Akelarres” (as the gathering of “witches” was known) who were precisely getting together for ceremonial use of hallucinogenic plants via vaginal insertion.
White people have been traveling to Mexico for decades (and in turn they have depleted entire regions) to consume hallucinogenics in sacred environments pretty much leading to desertification of areas and to the loss of indigenous traditions that had been practiced for millennia. The women in Jezebel’s story instead, chose to explore a practice that was not only culturally relevant to them but that has been the basis of woman centered spiritualities in their own culture and the reaction from the supposedly feminist commentariat is to laugh at them, mock them and question their maturity. What a short sighted and ahistorical feminism that must be.
There were heretics, but thousands of us were thrown on the fire. Most of all our memories were burned. The voice was replaced with paper, and a greater silence came to reign. Any stories that were not in their one Book were banished. Memories of magic, of healing, of speaking with the forest, of our origins, memories of the time when we shared everything and nothing was owned, were suppressed.
This is how they destroyed our roots. And this is why, on May Day, we tell stories. Stories of our lives, of our struggles, of the future we want, of a past we invent because we no longer remember it.
”— The Witch’s Child
i honestly wish that anarchists put more effort into writing weird stuff like myths. theory gets really boring as the only way that people wanna communicate ideas and i think that storytelling is a really important form of communication which is still present in some ways in what we do but not enough. (via hystericalqueen)
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i was sittin in the park playing guitar and some dude sat by me and gave me earrings and took my picture, i think i was just cataloged