hate:

typical:

parliamentarians:

Racism and ignorance clearly evident in our society, as experienced by my friend’s sister. This is what her potential dorm roommate, whom she had never met or talked to before, tweeted about her.
"Today I googled my last name and found this as one of the search results. Apparently, just by looking at my profile picture, I am Indian and I can barely speak english. This, my friends, is a prime example of racial profiling. I am an American citizen. I was born in Houston, Texas. My roots are not from India but from Africa. My parents are Algerian. I am Algerian American. English is my primary language and it is a struggle for me to speak my parent’s native tongue. My name is pronounced exactly as it is spelled. I wear a hijab (a head covering), and not a niqab ( a facial covering that excludes the eyes) though I do admire, respect, and find the beauty in all those who do choose to wear the niqab. But this girl is right, I probably would have had a heart attack living with a person who could not, and refused to, respect me and my beliefs. I can only thank God for an opening of a single room shortly after they assigned this roommate, way before I knew she had posted any of this. Alhamdullilah. I also thank God for being born in Houston, one of the most multicultural cities in the United States, and not experiencing racism like this everyday of my life. Sunday is my move in day and the start of my college career. This can be nothing but a good sign for the years to come, inshaAllah.  In conclusion, I urge everyone, please, don’t judge a person by their appearances. Racism exists in this nation because we continue to do so. We have to look beyond the covers of appearances and read the texts of their characters. Stand with me and ‪#‎stopracism‬.” -Roukaya Mabizari

She should be banned from life

this is so fucked up

hate:

typical:

parliamentarians:

Racism and ignorance clearly evident in our society, as experienced by my friend’s sister. This is what her potential dorm roommate, whom she had never met or talked to before, tweeted about her.

"Today I googled my last name and found this as one of the search results. Apparently, just by looking at my profile picture, I am Indian and I can barely speak english. This, my friends, is a prime example of racial profiling. I am an American citizen. I was born in Houston, Texas. My roots are not from India but from Africa. My parents are Algerian. I am Algerian American. English is my primary language and it is a struggle for me to speak my parent’s native tongue. My name is pronounced exactly as it is spelled. I wear a hijab (a head covering), and not a niqab ( a facial covering that excludes the eyes) though I do admire, respect, and find the beauty in all those who do choose to wear the niqab. But this girl is right, I probably would have had a heart attack living with a person who could not, and refused to, respect me and my beliefs. I can only thank God for an opening of a single room shortly after they assigned this roommate, way before I knew she had posted any of this. Alhamdullilah. I also thank God for being born in Houston, one of the most multicultural cities in the United States, and not experiencing racism like this everyday of my life.
Sunday is my move in day and the start of my college career. This can be nothing but a good sign for the years to come, inshaAllah.
In conclusion, I urge everyone, please, don’t judge a person by their appearances. Racism exists in this nation because we continue to do so. We have to look beyond the covers of appearances and read the texts of their characters. Stand with me and ‪#‎stopracism‬.”
-Roukaya Mabizari

She should be banned from life

this is so fucked up

dynastylnoire:

jspark3000:

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Ryo Oyamada, a 24 year old student from Japan, was struck and killed by an NYPD vehicle in a hit & run.  Witnesses say the police car had no lights or sirens on and was going over 70 mph.  The released footage by NYPD was proven to be heavily altered in a cover-up, showing “lights” on the vehicle, when compared to footage from the NY Housing Authority on the same street with the same timestamp. 

On a personal note: I know that this will probably not be shared or reblogged very much, because Asians are not very prominent in American culture.  I understand this, because Asians (like me) are partially at fault for being so passive.  But I am begging you to please consider signing this petition out of human decency.  Ryo was just a student walking home, then struck by a nearly silent police cruiser going at excess speed, and the NYPD covered it up. 

Here is the side-by-side comparison of the released video footage, including updates from the case.  *Edit*  This article contains a link to a graphic video moments after the crash, showing the body of Ryo Oyamada and NY citizens yelling at the police.  Please advise, it is highly disturbing. 

And the following is an excerpt from the petition, which as of now only has 286 signatures.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST

woodendreams:

Takachiho Gorge, Japan (by masaki-m)

woodendreams:

Takachiho Gorge, Japan (by masaki-m)

pecancat:

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WHAT DID SOMEONE DO TO THIS CAT’S FACE

choca-latte:

that moment when the teacher says the highest grade in the class was a C

choca-latte:

that moment when the teacher says the highest grade in the class was a C

(Source: coalgirls)

inthebeatleslife:

beatlesneveroutofstyle:




"I really miss him as a person now - do you know what I mean, he’s not so much ‘The Baby’ or ‘My Baby’ anymore, he’s a real living part of me now, you know he’s Julian and everything and I can’t wait to see him, I miss him more then I’ve ever done before - I think it’s been a slow process my feeling like a real father! I hope all this is clear and understandable. I spend hours in dressing rooms and things thinking about the times I’ve wasted not being with him - and playing with him - you know I keep thinking of THOSE stupid bastard times when I keep reading bloody newspapers and other shit while he’s in the room with me and I’ve decided it’s ALL WRONG! He doesn’t see enough of me as it is and I really want him to know and love me, and miss me like I seem to be missing both of you so much.
I’ll go now ‘cause I’m bringing myself down thinking about what a thoughtless bastard I seem to be - and it’s only short of three o’clock in the afternoon, and it seems the wrong time of day to feel so emotional - I really feel like crying - its stupid - and I’m choking up now as I’m writting - I don’t know what’s the matter with me - It’s not the tour that’s so different from other tours - I mean I’m having lots of laughter (you know the type hee! hee!) but in between the laughter there is such a drop - I mean there seems to be in between feelings. Anyway I’m going now so this letter doesn’t get to draggy.
I love you very much.
To Cyn
From John XXXXXXXXXX”




Part of a letter John wrote to Cynthia while the Beatles were on their American Tour in the Summer of 1965. Read the rest here! 
Years later, Paul Mccartney bought back this letter for Julian and Cynthia: 


“A few years later, when John and I had divorced, I sold this letter, along with several others John wrote. I was touched and delighted when, some years afterwards, the owner put it up for sale again and Paul McCartney bought it. He had it framed and presented it to me and Julian as a gift. An immensely thoughtful gesture which we appreciated deeply”-Cynthia Lennon (“John”)




I’M CRYING

inthebeatleslife:

beatlesneveroutofstyle:

"I really miss him as a person now - do you know what I mean, he’s not so much ‘The Baby’ or ‘My Baby’ anymore, he’s a real living part of me now, you know he’s Julian and everything and I can’t wait to see him, I miss him more then I’ve ever done before - I think it’s been a slow process my feeling like a real father! I hope all this is clear and understandable. I spend hours in dressing rooms and things thinking about the times I’ve wasted not being with him - and playing with him - you know I keep thinking of THOSE stupid bastard times when I keep reading bloody newspapers and other shit while he’s in the room with me and I’ve decided it’s ALL WRONG! He doesn’t see enough of me as it is and I really want him to know and love me, and miss me like I seem to be missing both of you so much.

I’ll go now ‘cause I’m bringing myself down thinking about what a thoughtless bastard I seem to be - and it’s only short of three o’clock in the afternoon, and it seems the wrong time of day to feel so emotional - I really feel like crying - its stupid - and I’m choking up now as I’m writting - I don’t know what’s the matter with me - It’s not the tour that’s so different from other tours - I mean I’m having lots of laughter (you know the type hee! hee!) but in between the laughter there is such a drop - I mean there seems to be in between feelings. Anyway I’m going now so this letter doesn’t get to draggy.

I love you very much.

To Cyn

From John XXXXXXXXXX”

Part of a letter John wrote to Cynthia while the Beatles were on their American Tour in the Summer of 1965. Read the rest here! 

Years later, Paul Mccartney bought back this letter for Julian and Cynthia: 

“A few years later, when John and I had divorced, I sold this letter, along with several others John wrote. I was touched and delighted when, some years afterwards, the owner put it up for sale again and Paul McCartney bought it. He had it framed and presented it to me and Julian as a gift. An immensely thoughtful gesture which we appreciated deeply”-Cynthia Lennon (“John”)

I’M CRYING

(Source: hurryputter)

jessicamao:

This weekend I’m at Fan Expo with shamashiii, with some of these handmade goods (and more)! Come say hi!

alicelenn:

From the filming of the movie “Help!”, which was directed by Richard Lester as was the Beatles’ first film, “A Hard Day’s Night.” 

(Source: obesenigger)