Good Guy Burglar
no you don’t understand.
he fully knew that he’d be arrested for breaking and entering but he still reported this.
he know he’d go to jail, but he put human decency before his own freedom and called out this disgusting sexual perversion.
and if you don’t think that’s the tightest crap ever get out of my face.
dont worry kiddo, when tumblr is telling you youre a piece of shit for existing as who you are, you can just log off and go back to your life of luxury
come here, i need to talk to you for a second
being white, cisgendered, and heterosexual does not mean you have never struggled or suffered or known hardship. obviously that’s not true, and obviously you can have a pretty shitty life and still be white, cisgendered, and heterosexual.
but here’s the thing: even if you have struggled or suffered or known hardship, you have never struggled or suffered or known hardship on the basis of your race, gender identity or sexual orientation. that doesn’t mean you’ve had it better or worse (though i would hazard you have had it better, since there are very few people who will outright murder you for being a fiscally challenged white kid). the word “privileged” doesn’t mean “materially wealthy” and it doesn’t apply universally. example: i’m white, and i’m cis, but im also queer and a woman and not that materially wealthy. this doesn’t mean i’m not privileged by my cis-ness and my whiteness. it also doesn’t mean that i don’t know the hardships that come along with being a queer woman without a lot of money. what it means is that i know certain hardships but i don’t know others — some of who i am entitles me to things that others do not or can not have, based on institutionalized systems of oppression of which i am inevitably a part.
i understand that the word “privileged” carries certain connotations with it — material wealth, a carefree, happy-go-lucky lifestyle filled with candy and unicorns. but that’s not what privilege looks like. privilege is being able to go through life with the assumption that you will not be discriminated against for your race, gender, sexual orientation, etc. it’s being able to call the police or approach an authority figure without fear for your own safety. it’s being able to expect representation in all forms of media, and respect and understanding from your peers. “privilege” manifests in many, many ways, just as hardship does.
privilege doesn’t mean you have an easy life. it means you have certain attributes that give you an advantage over people who don’t. that isn’t your fault, and it isn’t something you need to feel guilty about having, but you need to be aware of it so that you aren’t ignorant to its affect on other people, and so that you’re aware of the fact that it is something special that you got and other people didn’t. your privilege comes at the cost of someone else. you didn’t ask for it, but that’s how it goes. you didn’t ask to be poor either, but that’s where you’re at — and do you think that someone with more money than you doesn’t have more power? more representation? more privilege?
being poor and living in an abusive household and being white, cis, and hetero are not things that are mutually exclusive. you can be all of those things. very few people are purely privileged. but thinking that you can’t be poor and possibly have advantages over someone who is a person of color, or trans, or queer is a mistake. that doesn’t mean you don’t have hard times. it doesn’t mean your struggles aren’t valid. but it does mean that they are not the struggles that other people have.
and that? is a privilege.
In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.
There was no 1983 sensory deprivation experiment like the one described in this post. The story was first published on creepypasta.com in 2009 (in fact, if you click that link you’ll see a much better and longer version of the tale). But this is the internet, and once stories like that start spreading, and people conveniently leave off the source, then other people take it as fact. And on a site like tumblr, where it can be so readily spread (over 110,000 notes on this post alone, and that doesn’t even take reposts or other versions of the story into account), that’s a lot of people buying into a bunch of hooey if they’re the type to believe everything they read without questioning it.
This photo is actually from the Tuskegee syphilis experiment — a pretty heinous medical experiment that was conducted between 1932 and 1972 in Alabama, in which people were told that they were being treated for “bad blood,” but the experiment was actually designed to study the effects of untreated syphilis. The person in the photo above is about to be subjected to a spinal tap, a very painful procedure in which a needle is inserted into the spinal column to collect fluid.
None of the test subjects in the Tuskegee experiment were aware that they were being used as human guinea pigs. They were just told that they were getting free medical treatment. And even after the 1940s, when penicillin was found to be an effective treatment for syphilis, doctors did not treat the test subjects and withheld information from them about the potential to be cured because they wanted to see what would happen.
American history is pretty ugly when you get past the flag-waving and the pretending that we’re somehow better than other nations.
Missing from the above comments is that this was purposefully and explicitly to black people, only. They never told these black men nor their families what was happening. So when those black men had sex or children they passed the disease onto their partners and children.
So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to kill have families and feel pain, just like Americans?
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.