"You’re not protecting the people and you’re not protecting property, so why are you there?"
Tina Fontaine, 15, was reported missing on Aug. 9. Her body was found in the Red River near the Alexander Docks at about 1:30 p.m., more than a week after she was reported missing. Fontaine, of Sagkeeng First Nation, had only been in Winnipeg for a month before her disappearance. “She’s a petite little thing — just turned 15, barely in the city for a little over a month,” O’Donovan said. “And she’s definitely been exploited and taken advantage of and murdered.”
Fontaine was in the care of a Child and Family Services agency when she went missing, according to police. She had run away from her foster home before, including once in July of this year. Police said she was found wrapped in a bag, in “a condition she couldn’t have put herself in.”
“She’s a child. This is a child that has been murdered … Society should be horrified,” O’Donovan said. “That’s why we’re asking for people to come forward. And that’s why we’re asking for people to help us and to come forward with anything they know about this child.” Anyone with information can contact police at 204-986-6508 or Crime Stoppers at 204-786-8477.
THIS SHOULD ENRAGE YOU
THIS SHOULD PISS YOU THE FUCK OFF
OUR WOMEN ARE GOING MISSING AMD MURDERED LEFT AND RIGHT AND I DON’T HEAR ANY OF YOU
Y’ALL CRACKERS WANT TO CLAIM DREAMCATCHERS AND HEADDRESSES AS YOUR OWN BUT THE SECOND SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS Y’ALL ARE FUCKING SILENT
YOU CAN’T CLAIM ONE PART OF A CULTURE AND LEAVE OUT THE OPPRESSIVE SHIT
CANADA IS NOT ALL SUNSHINE AND FUCKING RAINBOWS
While Black experiences with racism and anti-Blackness are used as analogies/metaphors and narratives to shape the experiences of non-Black people while erasing Black people’s experiences and humanity (as I discussed in White People Using Blackness and Anti-Black Racism Analogies For Their Experiences Is NOT Intersectionality), these experiences past and present are indicative of our lives, our history, our deaths. A reality. Not an anecdote to lead into something else.
Michael Brown's execution and all of these extrajudicial executions are indicative of violence that never was truly “past” as it is always present. And it is a REALITY—not a metaphor—with a human cost in Black mental and physical health, in Black safety, in Black bodies.
Below are the links mentioned in the tweets that I sent above: Black Women Were Lynched Too, Consuming Black Death, Family of Michael Brown, Teenager Shot to Death By Ferguson Police, Talks About His Life.
And look, I am disinterested in White supremacist sociopaths, anti-Black non-Black people of colour or unfortunately some Black people who have internalized racism and believe that the politics of respectability can protect us to now throw out the violent lie, derailment and misnomer (“Black on Black crime” is a misnomer and epistemic violence) that Black people “don’t care about intraracial crime.” This is a VIOLENT type of derailment and is dehumanization. When every race has intraracial crime yet only Black people are deemed to “not care” despite evidence to contrary and then civilian crime is juxtaposed to extrajudicial executions as modern lynchings and State violence? The false equalization is not solely epistemic violence; it is a direct attack on the mental health and well-being of Black people. Save it. (And notably, this derailment only addresses violence between cishet Black men; never a mention about any other Black people cared about or not.)
Black life is valuable in it of itself. Not solely as a trope for consumption with erasure and a demand that we feel gleeful about the erasure to prove “solidarity.” Anti-Blackness and misogynoir are not “progressive.” Michael Brown’s life MATTERED…FULL STOP.
Peace to every Black victim and family of this violence. (My own family is one of them, by the way.)
Peace to Michael Brown’s mother and his family.
i’ve lost it
touch wit reality/ i don’t know who’s doin it
i thot i waz but i waz so stupid i waz able to be hurt
& that’s not real/ not anymore/ i shd be immune/ if i’m
still alive & that’s what i waz discussin/ how i am still
alive & my dependency on other livin beins for love
i survive on intimacy & tomorrow/ that’s all i’ve got goin
& the music waz like smack & you knew abt that
& still refused my dance waz not enuf/ & it waz all i had
but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical
dilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point
my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of
soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown
back on my face
Ntozake Shange, “no more love poems #4” from For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow is Enuf (via ethiopienne)
So after much debate, I’ve decided to share what my NEW YEAR goal is. I have decided to get back to that College life! After a 2 year medical hell storm I have been cleared by my doctors and feel confident enough to hit those Sociology books once again! Although I still struggle with a post-surgery condition, I feel that my remission is steady enough to face that collegial stress!
So that being said, here is how I can make that happen! My family owned knitwear shop is up and running again and my mother, sister and I are back to knitting/crocheting our favorite winter-wear!
If you’d like to support my goal or support a Black owned business or support a Canadian business…or maybe you’re just cold:
Go ahead and check out our online shop over here: http://etsy.me/1a7twtZ
I need College funds.
You need a scarf.
VOILA! Problem solved. ;)
Reblog every damn time
This breaks my heart in a way I can’t articulate
Nothing but luck stops my nane from being on this list. Or my brothers or sister. Or my cousins and god son or my aunts, uncles or parents.
Almost every living black person in america is a potential name for this list.
My world has stopped. My world feels at a standstill. Broken. My heart is heavy. Everything hurts. Rest Peacefully my Lil Man, homie, Kay Kay. Forever grateful for your time here with us. I love you.
you ever restrain yourself from crying. because you know once you start you won’t stop for now? you can feel the the tears forming and the intensity behind them forming deep in your throat. you feel the heaviness of them and as much as you wanna just let it out and have a good fucking cry, you’re afraid. afraid of what might come up. so you dismiss them. swallow them down and keep going.