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New York Focus

New York Prisons Just Blocked Journalism Behind Bars

A new policy prohibits incarcerated people from publishing writing or art without permission — and from getting paid.

this is insane and wildly unconstitutional and prisons are really really really evil

Lingo by Gaston Dorren

so true and no less valid the other way around. most likely, it was noam chomsky who introduced me, a social scientist, to linguistics.

Lorde, A. (2003). The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. Feminist postcolonial theory: A reader, 25, 27.

The economies of the US, Canada, and the European Union depend on immigrant labor. As Harsha Walia documents, the purpose of the border regime is not to stop immigration but to control and terrorize it. When Germany decided in 2015 to take in over a million refugees from the Syrian civil war, it was only because the largest association of German employers had just declared that the national economy faced a shortfall of millions of skilled laborers. But at no point did the German government allow direct flights from Turkey or Lebanon, where so many of the refugees were warehoused. Instead, they obligated refugees to make the expensive and perilous journey over the Aegean Sea, through the Balkans, under and over razor wire fences, through police truncheons and tear gas, past violent, xenophobic crowds, so that finally they would arrive with almost nothing, willing to accept any labor conditions and bureaucratic controls. It was a journey that cost on average several thousand euros, on top of the steep psychological price, effectively ensuring that primarily only members of the university-educated middle class would be able to make it.

Peter Gelderloos, The Solutions are Already Here

like EXCUSE ME 

Pen y Fan, Wales - March 2020 Rolleicord Vb on Kodak Portra 400

“‘How does one hate a country, or love one? […] I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness. (via booksnippets)