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What Really Happened in the Congo: Belgium’s ‘Heart of Darkness’

Leopold famously said when he was forced to hand over the Congo Free State to the Belgian nation: “I will give them my Congo but they have no right to know what I have done there,” and proceeded to burn archives.


Did y’all know about this?

I was always the type to read the history book cover to cover, and this section was almost always skipped or covered in 20 minutes.

Out of all the monographs historians have ever published, there is only one about Leopold in Belgium.



"So those calls, you have to respond to, even though for the most part, when you get there you realize, they’re not even American citizens?" 

Today in Fox News heartlessness: Host Brian Kilmeade is very concerned that emergency services have to respond to 911 calls from undocumented immigrants, saying,  "not only are they understaffed and lacking resources, now they’ve got to deal with illegal immigrants who have no business being here."

According to the Huffington Post:

Migrant deaths along the U.S.-Mexico border spiked 27% in 2012, reaching nearly 500. And as of May 2013, some 5,595 immigrants had died crossing the border since 1998.

The danger of border crossings was highlighted in a tragic story last month, when authorities in Texas found the decomposing body of an 11-year-old, who wore “Angry Birds” blue jeans and a white rosary around his neck. 



This was my first time witnessing India’s mid-day meal program in action. I was touched by the sight. There’s something about the sight of emaciated children eating hot, freshly cooked food that they wouldn’t otherwise get that doesn’t allow you to be the detached, distant observer that we journalists often are.

But it wasn’t until I ventured deeper into the state of Haryana, into one of its hunger-stricken areas, that I really understood the program’s impact on children. As I describe in this story, in a village in the district of Bhiwani, most children go to school having eaten just a left-over piece of bread and tea, or baasi roti aur chai, as mothers in the village would put it. Most families can’t afford vegetables or lentils or eggs.

As a journalist writing about health and development, I knew how widespread hunger and malnutrition still are in my country. But I’d never witnessed what that looks like for real people until I started reporting this series. And it was this project that helped me understand how a relatively simple idea of one freshly cooked meal a day benefits India’s millions of poor children.

Read more from Rhitu Chatterjee’s project, A Free Meal: India’s School Lunch Program.

When F. Scott Fitzgerald’s second novel was published, a newspaper editor asked the author’s wife whether she’d consider reviewing it for the New York Herald Tribune. As she read her husband’s book with the sharp eye of a paid professional, she recognized not only the autobiographical tenor of “The Beautiful and Damned,” but also, cleverly attributed to a female lead much like herself, whole passages authored by her: “It seems to me,” she wrote in her review, “that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and also scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald — I believe that is how he spells his name — seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.”

She was being modest. The truth is that Scott used a great deal of Zelda’s writing, credited to characters he modeled after her, in every book he completed in his abbreviated life. That Zelda was Scott’s muse is hardly news, and it comes as no surprise that her frank sexuality, the wild abandon with which she flaunted her body at parties, gave color to his stories: More has been written about the Fitzgeralds, their antics and affairs, than they can possibly have known about themselves.

Yet, while others have certainly noted the spill of life into art, and even marked passages of Scott’s books actually written by Zelda (“What grubworms women are to crawl on their bellies through colorless marriages”), Kendall Taylor’s new biography of the couple, “Sometimes Madness Is Wisdom” (to be released in September) is the first to provide adequate groundwork for a thorough account of literary custody. Examining sources new and old to find just where within the Fitzgerald home plagiarism began, and at what madhouse it ended, Taylor attempts to make the case that “In effect Zelda was Scott’s co-author.”

Taylor’s documentation is formidable, and were she simply out to argue that Scott could be a despicable creature, a liar and a cheat and a philandering drunk, we could shrug our assent and go back to Gatsby’s house party or Dick and Nicole Diver’s swath of Riviera beach. But the contention that, as literature, Scott’s novels are in any meaningful degree a creation of Zelda is as insupportable as that the Mona Lisa be reattributed to the young wife of Francesco del Giocondo who sat, with that famous smile, as its model. Technically, Scott was a plagiarist. Artistically, that makes no difference.

i fucking hate this guy. and of course this article was written by a guy

of course

let’s sum up here: one man plagiarizes his wife and abuses her and silences her and gets all the acclaim for himself and then when another woman tries to write an honest account of what happened and bring that silenced truth to light

she uses “formidable” documentation and works her butt off but that isn’t enough

another man says: “that makes no difference”

let’s just go on having everybody suck his dude’s cock for his ~genius~ and keep the women how we like them, silent and invisible

meanwhile tumblr kids make posts about how ~totes adorbs~ he was and ~oh i slash him with hemingway they were such bros zelda was such a bitch lol~


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Jehad Saftawi, IMEU:

"On July 16, while I was in eastern Gaza City taking photos of the many buildings recently destroyed by Israeli forces, a man approached me and asked if I wanted to enter his home to take photos of the inside.

I accepted his offer and as he showed me around, I learned his name is Khamis Mraish and that his brother, Dr. Riad Mraish, ran a clinic from the home.  As Khamis took me through each corner of the house, he described in detail the damage in every room. Most of the family’s belongings, including Dr. Mraish’s medical equipment, were now ruined, scattered in pieces and covered with debris.

It was horribly sad to witness his pain — and how he so badly wanted to share his story with the world. And the more people I speak with, the more I realize there is this same feeling everywhere. The people in Gaza want, and need, the world to see what they are going through.”


Let’s encourage knowledge and education, not willful ignorance and the denial of facts. 

Great people do things before they’re ready. They do things before they know they can do it. And by doing it, they’re proven right. Because, I think there’s something inside of you—and inside of all of us—when we see something and we think, “I think I can do it, I think I can do it. But I’m afraid to.” Bridging that gap, doing what you’re afraid of, getting out of your comfort zone, taking risks like that—THAT is what life is. And I think you might be really good. You might find out something about yourself that’s special. And if you’re not good, who cares? You tried something. Now you know something about yourself. Now you know. A mystery is solved. So, I think you should just give it a try. Just inch yourself out of that back line. Step into life. Courage. Risks. Yes. Go. Now.
Amy Poehler (via the-healing-nest)

500 Years of Female Portraits in Western Art