i’m really sad. i think i’m going to have to get rid of my cat. i can’t have anyone over because of how aggressive she is. i’ve tried everything but it’s gotten to the point where she has started to attack me as well when she feels threatened by the presence of other people. i feel terrible. i’ve had her since she was a baby and i can’t help but think i must’ve done something wrong.
“So, Governor Nixon says that it is hard to tell among protesters at night who was there to help and who was there to hurt. Given that the unarmed teen was killed by a police officer during the day, and given that the response of the governor was to suspend the First Amendment rights of protesters in the nighttime hours because of the difficulty of telling which ones of them are there to help and which ones to hurt, has there been any discussion about suspending the rights of police officers to carry weapons during the day? Because it is difficult to tell which of them are there to help, and which of them are there to hurt.”— Melissa Harris-Perry (More questions than answers in Ferguson)
“The only way to police a ghetto is to be oppressive. None of the Police Commissioner’s men, even with the best will in the world, have any way of understanding the lives led by the people they swagger about in twos and threes controlling. Their very presence is an insult, and it would be, even if they spent their entire day feeding gumdrops to children. They represent the force of the white world, and that world’s real intentions are, simply, for that world’s criminal profit and ease, to keep the black man corralled up here, in his place…. One day, to everyone’s astonishment, someone drops a match in the powder keg and everything blows up. Before the dust has settled or the blood congeals, editorials, speeches, and civil-rights commissions are loud in the land, demanding to know what happened. What happened is that Negroes want to be treated like men.”—James Baldwin, “Fifth Avenue, Uptown: A Letter from Harlem” (via socialismartnature)