This Oxfam guy on the street kept asking me icebreaker questions. Icebreaker after icebreaker. “do you cycle often?” (Silence, dismounts) “Is that a Kryptonite lock?” (Yes) “trying to protect your bike against Superman?” (Silence) “because Superman is only vulnerable to one thing, Kryptonite” (uh huh) “are you a Philosophy student?” (No) He never got around to asking me to give money to them. I know it’s a tough job. I’ve done a lot of cold-calling, leafleting, cold approach, you name it, for work or for a cause. People’s sense of entitlement not to be approached or contacted ever is pretty over-the-top in my opinion. but those liberal charities always hire these ~Charming~ white guys to do it and it feels identical to any other guy trying to pick me up. It’s just kind of funny is all.
Not really sure what’s going on with these racial categories
people who always talk about “femmes” and never talk about “women”
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Shurat HaDin’s case against now-victorious professor and boycott activist Jake Lynch has collapsed.
hey everyone. an australian aboriginal woman has been sentenced to life in prison because of her disability, even though she hasn’t been convicted of any crime. she has been in there for 18 months already, and although the government has the facilities to care for people with disabilities, they are ignoring requests to have her transferred to a dedicated care facility rather than a prison. here is the petition to free her - it still needs ~14,000 signatures. please sign.
SIGNAL BOOST THE FUCK OUT OF THIS
Rosie Anne Fulton (woman’s name) was recently released to a secure, 24-hour care facility. The petition linked above reached around 120,000 signatures which captured the full scale of the public outcry to have her freed from the WA jail. But after breaking her bail conditions and just a fortnight after being freed, Ms. Fulton was arrested in Alice Springs and charged with three counts of assaulting police officers.
Full story coverage by ABC News online
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Disabled Aboriginal woman Rosie Fulton arrested again days after being freed from WA jail
A mentally impaired Aboriginal woman, who was recently released from a Western Australian prison after a public campaign, has been arrested and charged with assaulting three police officers in Alice Springs.
Rosie Anne Fulton spent 21 months in a Kalgoorlie jail without trial or conviction after she was deemed unfit to plead over driving charges.
Ms Fulton was arrested in 2012 after crashing a stolen car in Western Australia but a magistrate ruled she was not fit to plead because she is intellectually impaired - a victim of foetal alcohol syndrome - and has the mental capacity of a young child.
The 24-year-old returned to Alice Springs last week, after a care plan was arranged by the Territory Government. She was provided with 24-hour care by two health workers in the town.
But at the weekend she left the property, and at some point became involved in a confrontation with police. She was charged with three counts of assaulting officers over the incident.
About 120,000 Australians signed a petition to have Ms Fulton freed from jail in WA after her story was broadcast on the ABC’s Lateline program in March.
After the magistrate’s ruling, Ms Fulton was sent to prison in Kalgoorlie because there were no facilities to meet her needs.
Her family wanted her transferred to Alice Springs so she could receive ongoing treatment.
After the public outcry, the WA and Northern Territory governments reached a deal to see Ms Fulton cared for in her home town of Alice Springs.
Following Ms Fulton’s release, an investigation by Lateline found dozens of intellectually disabled Aboriginal people are being kept in prison indefinitely because of a lack of proper healthcare facilities
Indigenous peoples living with intellectual impairments are so incredibly neglected within the criminal justice system, particularly in WA and the NT and so much more needs to be done for them. What’s being done now just isn’t good enough.
More also needs to be done for the 30 or so other Indigenous peoples living with intellectual impairments who are kept in prison-based supervision due to the appalling lack of proper healthcare services…
Ms. Fulton will spend around a month in jail until her next court appearance in late August (as reported on the ABC) where the supreme court is likely to examine whether or not she has the capacity to stand trial.
To understand more about Australia’s horrible history of Indigenous peoples being overrepresented in the criminal justice system, have a look here.
Rosie’s story, and other stories like it that have yet to be told simply cannot go unnoticed.
Share and comment. This is Black incarceration in Australia. This is how Indigenous peoples are currently being treated by the criminal justice system.
one of my jobs just sent me the occupational health and safety newsletter
the first item is “have you considered not sitting in the same position all day? try to walk around instead!”
it’s a fucking call centre
Emma would, on the contrary, have preferred to have a midnight wedding with torches, but old Rouault could not understand such an idea. So there was a wedding at which forty-three persons were present, at which they remained sixteen hours at table, began again the next day, and to some extent on the days following. — why did nobody tell me how fucking sassy Flaubert is
A gamekeeper, cured by the doctor of inflammation of the lungs, had given madame a little Italian greyhound; she took her out walking, for she went out sometimes in order to be alone for a moment, and not to see before her eyes the eternal garden and the dusty road. She went as far as the beeches of Banneville, near the deserted pavilion which forms an angle of the wall on the side of the country. Amidst the vegetation of the ditch there are long reeds with leaves that cut you.
She began by looking round her to see if nothing had changed since last she had been there. She found again in the same places the foxgloves and wallflowers, the beds of nettles growing round the big stones, and the patches of lichen along the three windows, whose shutters, always closed, were rotting away on their rusty iron bars. Her thoughts, aimless at first, wandered at random, like her greyhound, who ran round and round in the fields, yelping after the yellow butterflies, chasing the shrew-mice, or nibbling the poppies on the edge of a cornfield.
Then gradually her ideas took definite shape, and, sitting on the grass that she dug up with little prods of her sunshade, Emma repeated to herself, “Good heavens! Why did I marry?”
— Madame Bovary
Hate to say I told you so about Jack Halberstam but didn’t I tell you, didn’t i tell you the queer art of failure was fucking lazy and reductive and trying to spin it as a radical new method