But while we can’t do much about halting pageviews to the worst the Internet has to offer, one site is at least trying to cut off the Google juice, or search potential. It’s called “Do Not Link,” and it assigns a special URL to a story in such a way that when you use that customized link, it won’t improve the page’s search ranking. (Google measures search relevance based on the number of inbound links a page receives).
i have feelings about this, pero, idt they’re coherent yet.
like it’s a starting point to encapsulate all the microagressions based on salvadoran-mexican tensions we face: the stereotype in chicano media that salvadoran woman are fast, parents work discrimination, why all the TV in San Salvador is Televisa, suppressing my accent, why people steal words in my own damn dialect to use against me [cerote]
And the fact that it wasnt me, getting burned at the stake every 5 mins by Xicano tumblr, that invented it, but an indigenous woman from Oaxaca who herself dissociates herself strongly from the Mexican state and dominant culture. I mean i still planned to get burned at the stake tho, whatever i got SPF.
I think you know my thoughts on this pretty well, esp. regarding cultural dominance via Mexican media, academia, etc., regional politics, the role of the Mexican state and government as a conduit for US aggression and as a perpetrator of the same policies and action on behalf of itself and Mexican moneyed interest, tensions between folk in the exterior (which manifest violently against CA communities, unfair theft of resources, services, power on and on), etc.
I agree and I think it’s really important for Mexicanxs to hear this and to begin taking real steps against the ways in which we seek to emulate anglo domination and the ways we undermine the self-determination of central american and caribbean folk when it doesn’t align with “Mexican interests” (always labeled “Latino interests”) or aspirations to play hegemon or kingmaker, and the community’s tacit or fully-spoken support for those actions and attitudes.
Hate doesn’t breed hate. Hate inspires anger in victims of hatred and that anger is called hatred to delegitimize it and villainize people. If you wanna help people who are victims then first you gotta stop acting like they’re just as bad their oppressors and abusers.
Rodríguez, Del Toro, Bayona, Arteta, García, Cuarón. La lista sigue, aunque no todos los espectadores verán pasar estos apellidos, perdidos en ese rollo emitido a la carrera y en letra minúscula al final de cualquier serie. Pero su toque y su nombre permanecen. Una lista que va a más. Todos ellos son apellidos con acento hispano apreciables en la programación actual de la televisión estadounidense si sólo se pudieran leer los títulos de crédito. “Siempre es mejorable, pero en la actualidad somos bastantes”, declaró a este periódico uno de los afortunados, el realizador boricua Miguel Arteta. Criado en Asturias, su nombre es una presencia ya constante en la cantera que dirige las series de HBO, esa de la que también forma parte el colombiano Rodrigo García, creador de In treatment y uno de los pioneros hispanos en la época dorada de la televisión.
Hay más nombres hispanos conocidos del mundo del cine que ahora dejan su huella en la televisión, como los mexicanos Guillermo del Toro con The strain y Alfonso Cuarón en Believe; el hispano Robert Rodríguez con la cadena independiente de nuevo cuño El Rey, o el español Juan Antonio Bayona, director de los dos primeros episodios de Penny dreadful. “Muchos de nosotros formamos parte del comité latino del Sindicato Americano de Directores, como Norberto Barba”, añadió Arteta recordando la labor del también director hispano nacido en Nueva York y detrás de series como Grimm o Ley yorden.“Creo que es un buen momento para los directores hispanos en televisión si es que queremos buscar la distinción. Pero está abierto a muchos más”, agregó Del Toro, con hambre de más.
It was just after 3 p.m. in San Bernardino, 99 hellish degrees and counting, as two working girls walked along Baseline Street. They appeared to be somewhere between 16 and 19, about the same as the other females working the track in a city boxed in by freeways that deliver an endless convoy of johns.
"Can you imagine that they’re put out here in this heat?" asked Pastor Paula Daniels.
Pastor Paula’s mission is to rescue girls and young women from the clutches of human traffickers. She and her posse from Forgotten Children, which runs Rachel’s House of Healing in San Bernardino, take to the streets to let the prostitutes know there’s a way out.
But breaking free isn’t easy. The prostitutes are generally controlled by pimps, and the business is often a gang enterprise, Pastor Paula said. A San Bernardino vice officer I spoke to ran out of breath ticking off the long list of implements — from pliers to curling irons — prostitutes have been tortured with by pimps to keep them in line or to punish them for trying to run.
This is big money, said Pastor Paula, with social media making it easier for johns to find what they’re looking for. And the gangs long ago discovered a basic principle regarding illicit trades.
"You can sell a dime bag of drugs only once, but you can sell a 14-year-old girl 10 or 15 times a night."
This is heartbreaking. I’ve seen prostitutes before on Baseline between Mt. Vernon and Waterman…and I had no idea this was going on.
Some professional athletes are able to handle criticism better than others. According to a report, you can count Eden Hazard among the particularly sensitive ones.
Per Belgian newspaperL’Avenir, the Chelsea star has apparently asked Google to remove all references to his listless performance in the World Cup quarterfinal vs Argentina under the European Union’s recent ‘right to be forgotten’ ruling.
The European Court’s decision on May 13 of this year states that, in certain cases, search engines such as Google are obliged to remove from their search results links to webpages that contain “inadequate, irrelevant or no longer relevant or excessive” information about individuals. According to the L’Avenir report, members of the Brazil team have made a similar request in regards to the 7-1 blowout loss to Germany.
Yikes! This could set off a firestorm in the football world. Anybody know what Fernando Torres or David Moyes are doing right now?
An 11-year-old boy - one of hundreds who have been shuttled to an immigration detention facility in the middle of the New Mexican desert - was released this week after it was discovered that he is a U.S. citizen, according to the child’s attorney.
Not surprised about the Furgeson-Gaza connexion. The LAPD goes to Israel, goes to the Salvadoran government to exchange tactics in repression. El Salvador’s civil war, informed Iraq. Most heads of repressive governments are trained on American School of the Americas. There’s a million of these connexions. World wide repression is an interconnected fuckfest really, with it’s heart in America. The repression in Ferguson isn’t an anomaly it’s this country’s tradition.
In the world of Humans of New York, however, humans are actually caricatures. The people Stanton photographs are reduced to whatever decontextualized sentence or three he chooses to use along with their photo. And so the nattily dressed Klein, cigar in hand, lectures us about how we should all follow our dreams, while the woman whose photo was posted near his tells us that she wants things at work, where she’s under the boss’s thumb, done “my way.” But both photographs and “stories,” as Stanton calls them, even if they are a mere sentence, exist to fulfill stereotypes; the evidently rich fellow gets to brag about his achievements, the nonwhite woman gets to complain about her lot in life.
Michael White is the name of the Ferguson police officer who extrajudicially executed Michael Brown. Tell everyone.
That is not the name of the officer. They dude who made that tweet was making a play on words. The victim’s name was Michael Brown so he called the cop Michael White. Please spread this around so people know that this isn’t actually the officer’s name.
Tonight’s Antemasque/Le Butcherettes show at The Roxy was lots of fun.
Finally met Dave Elitch. Said hi again to Cedric, Omar, Teri, Lia, and Marf.
Carlos from Chicano Batman was there as was Hector from Las Cafeteras. Cedric is a huge fan of Chicano Batman…and that makes me happy, knowing that a dude I’ve/we’ve respected as an artist supports a great band from L.A.
A word about Zechs Marquise - Marf told me they’re on “vacation” for a few reasons including:
1) Marcos has a full-time job and is married w/ kids.
2) Matt is back in Uni. full time.
In the meantime, he, Marcel, and Riko are working on their own thing that he described as Zechs without the guitars and more focused on the Funk/R&B side. The material is there but they still have to record it. My guess is it’ll be ready early next year.
I remember just hitting 18 when I got my first stop and frisk, barely had any facial hair, voice was still cracking. Me and my boys just left a party up my block to go get some food. On the way back, two cop cars stop right on our side and pop out like they just saw who they were looking for.
They were all white, 3 males one female. They tell us "GET ON THE FUCKING WALL RIGHT NOW". Some of us hesitate cause we were kinda tipsy and confused about the situation, the others comply. I didn’t know how to react when they started asking what we had in our pockets. I didn’t have anything on me and I wasn’t even smoking weed at that time (I started smoking weed 3 years later, when I hit 21). So me being gullible as fuck thinking I could reason with a white cop I go "nah man we weren’t doing anything we don’t have anything look all I got is this chapstick" and he goes "shut the fuck up if you don’t want to get sent to the precinct. put your hands on the fucking wall where I can see em".
Following it up by patting us down and asking about the contents in our pockets. They realized we didn’t have shit they could take one of us in for and fill their daily poc quota after all the abusive language and treatment and tried to diffuse the situation with “we were just looking for some guys that had robbed someone down the block” (but the funny thing is that incident never really happened, we know about what goes on here better than these pigs do). About an hour later we find out they did that to like 3 other groups of people in the neighborhood and switch the story around each time; "oh we were just looking for someone who had hit someone down the block" — anything but the reality "oh we were just looking to racially profile some latino youth by stopping n frisking them and see if we can meet our encouraged daily quota of minorities we should be striking fear into and making them feel unsafe in their own spaces."
For years I thought we were in the wrong for being outside and “looking suspicious” without realizing that this was the real intent, to make us feel like criminals before we even reach adulthood. So that we can get used to that sort of profiling and mistreatment and be complacent towards it since “that’s just the way things are” and the way things are, for authority, is that minorities are usually up to no good. And for that, for fucking with my head at an age where I was dealing with so much conflict, where I was already doubtful of myself and who I could be, I will forever hate cops because that’s exactly what they do everywhere else to all poc youths and adults.
That was one stop n frisk out of many more to come in my life, and I don’t see it stopping any time soon.
I go to James F. Byrnes High School in Duncan, South Carolina. The name of our mascot is the Rebels. White kids walk around wearing the Confederate Flag in “honor” of the sports teams. Fridays are really scary for me because all these kids are wearing these offensive t-shirts but the teachers say it’s okay because WE are the Rebels.
Now my school is asking people to vote YES on a bond campaign. I want everyone to vote NO unless they change the mascot. No one will listen to me. I’m asking the internet to make this go viral. I shouldn’t have to put up with racism in my school like this at all. They shouldn’t get more money to make it worse!
“Guns became central to the Panthers’ identity, as they taught their early recruits that “the gun is the only thing that will free us — gain us our liberation.”
The Panthers responded to racial violence by patrolling black neighborhoods brandishing guns — in an effort to police the police. The fear of black people with firearms sent shockwaves across white communities, and conservative lawmakers immediately responded with gun-control legislation.
Then Gov. Ronald Reagan, now lauded as the patron saint of modern conservatism, told reporters in California that he saw “no reason why on the street today a citizen should be carrying loaded weapons.” Reagan claimed that the Mulford Act, as it became known, “would work no hardship on the honest citizen.” The NRA actually helped craft similar legislation in states across the country. Fast-forward to 2013, and it is a white-male dominated NRA, largely made up of Southern conservatives and gun owners from the Midwest and Southwestern states, that argues “do not tread on me” in the gun debate.”—
About 20 minutes before the shooting, Johnson said he saw Brown walking down the street and decided to catch up with him. The two walked and talked. That’s when Johnson says they saw the police car rolling up to them.
The officer demanded that the two “get the f—k on the sidewalk,” Johnson says. “His exact words were get the f—k on the sidewalk.”
After telling the officer that they were almost at their destination, Johnson’s house, the two continued walking. But as they did, Johnson says the officer slammed his brakes and threw his truck in reverse, nearly hitting them.
Now, in line with the officer’s driver’s side door, they could see the officer’s face. They heard him say something to the effect of, “what’d you say?” At the same time, Johnson says the officer attempted to thrust his door open but the door slammed into Brown and bounced closed. Johnson says the officer, with his left hand, grabbed Brown by the neck.
Nothing is more real — and more obscured by the smoke and mirrors of the mat — than a simple fact: the billion dollar spectacle of pro wrestling relies entirely on the ruthless economic, mental, and physical exploitation of its performers. In that world, of lingering physical ailments, screwjob employment contracts, and chugalug drug abuse, Hulk Hogan is a millionaire named Terry Bollea, a favorite of WWF management, poached from a Minneapolis wrestling promotion and transformed into the star of “Hulkamania.” In that world, in 1986, Bollea ratted out his fellow wrestlers to crush a nascent unionization drive ahead of Wrestlemania II. In that world, wrestlers are exploited and injured and thrown away — their final contribution to the world, a mortality rate on par with day one of Antietam.
For a fake sport, pro wrestling sure has a lot of real casualties. Its only business model is fear.