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Potent minimalist art sends a strong message about police and vigilante brutality in America

Journalist and artist Shirin Barghi has created a gripping, thought-provoking series of graphics that not only examines racial prejudice in today’s America, but also captures the sense of humanity that often gets lost in news coverage. Titled “Last Words,” the graphics illustrate the last recorded words by Brown and other young black people — Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant and others — who have been killed by police in recent years.

Let us not forget their voices







"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

But for real, who wants to loot at a McDonalds?

The food isn’t even assembled yet.

There are so many more ppl here in the fall! #pamGoesToCollege  (at Jefferson Community and Technical College)

There are so many more ppl here in the fall! #pamGoesToCollege (at Jefferson Community and Technical College)


okay but when you have holocaust survivors and people who were activists during the civil rights movement supporting mike brown and then KKK members and neo nazi’s supporting the officer you should be able to figure out which side is the right one.

A balanced update

Life is good, but I also have complaints I would like to register for the record.

I had a blast with Tart this weekend. Like, the best time. I got to meet pinnapinna and b&z and Lady K, who I am positive is my soul sister. Tart and I really got some quality bonding time over food & drink, and her dog being too independent for her own good. We laughed and cried and drank everything that wasn’t nailed down.

It is always wonderful to meet people who just straight up love people.

It’s not fair that I have great friends who live in places I can’t just catch a city bus to.

My partner is amazing and I figured out what unconditional love really is by being with him over the past year and a half… He is having some downright unfair health shit right now. He is such a good man and doesn’t deserve this bullshit. Think the best possible thoughts you can for him.

My business is going well. We got our first couple of bulk orders! Yay!!!

I am still personally pretty broke. Rent and rent (yes two) and the car, books. School supplies. Medicine. Toilet paper… One day we will get caught back up, but for right now? Y’all, your Donations are REALLY HELPING US. ( http://www.gofundme.com/bq4ev4 ) we aren’t hungry at night and the internet is on and so is my phone.

If anything, relying on help has made me more sympathetic to people who ask for money on the street. If I have cash, I have been giving. Someone else made sure I was able to eat lunch today, hell yes I have 2 dollars for you to catch the bus, stranger.

Kindness is contagious.

I’m back in school with a full 13 hour semester this fall! I am excited. All of my classes are essay oriented with a few quizzes. I will have a great semester, y’all.

Anyway, there’s an update.


The community in Ferguson is struggling to come up with the money to keep their kids fed, since school has been cancelled all this time, yet people have donated over $12,000 to the murderer who started all of this in the last 24 hours alone. Think about that. And then donate to the right cause.

#pamGoesToCollege I am a communications major. This semester I’m taking Persuasive Speaking as a communications requirement. Fun! Let’s debate! (at Jefferson Community and Technical College)

#pamGoesToCollege I am a communications major. This semester I’m taking Persuasive Speaking as a communications requirement. Fun! Let’s debate! (at Jefferson Community and Technical College)

Sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker. Pammie all about a selfie like weed and liquor. #yonce #werk @awesome_everyday.cba @sczarantonello  (at The Mammoth)

Sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker. Pammie all about a selfie like weed and liquor. #yonce #werk @awesome_everyday.cba @sczarantonello (at The Mammoth)

I’m doing art history hw, drinking coffee at @uofl (Thx @uoflultra) and hangin with this fine ass dude. #pamGoesToCollege  (at Ekstrom Library, University of Louisville)

I’m doing art history hw, drinking coffee at @uofl (Thx @uoflultra) and hangin with this fine ass dude. #pamGoesToCollege (at Ekstrom Library, University of Louisville)


A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."


There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

The phrase “rubber bullets” is often used to describe what are more accurately termed “rubber-coated metal bullets”, heavy steel projectiles with a minimal coating of 1mm or 2mm of rubber, that are regularly used to lethal effect alongside — not instead of — live ammunition.

Rubber-coated metal bullets are fired from metal tubes placed on the end of high-velocity rifles such as the M-16s commonly used by Israeli troops. Tubes contain around 8 rubber-coated, cylindrical, steel projectiles, which are powered by blank rounds fired from the gun’s magazine.


Writing in the medical journal, The Lancet, [doctors] said firing the bullets at civilians made it “impossible to avoid severe injuries to vulnerable body regions such as the head, neck and upper torso, leading to substantial mortality, morbidity and disability.”

They added: “We reported a substantial number of severe injuries and fatalities inflicted by use of rubber bullets when vulnerable upper-body regions such as the head, neck and upper torso were struck.

“This type of ammunition should therefore not be considered a safe method of crowd control.”