He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
"when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground. she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs. when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you, he probably just thinks you’re cute’ but the thing is, when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same. you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two because no one ever taught her the difference. ‘boys will be boys’ turns into ‘that’s how he shows his love’ and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips, she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist. the one adult she tells scolds her ‘you know he loses his temper easily why the hell did you have to provoke him?’ so she shrinks. folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well. be quiet, be soft, be easy. don’t give him a reason but for all her efforts, he still finds one. ‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head ‘boys will be boys’ he doesn’t mean it ‘he can’t help it’. she’s 7 years old on the playground again with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love because boys will be boys baby don’t you know. that’s just how he shows he cares. she’s 18 now and they’re drunk in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations. she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment. she touches the bruise the next day. boys will be boys. aggression, affection, violence, and love. how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war. she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises. one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body. boys will be boys will be boys will be boys. when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps, he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh. doesn’t he know that boys will be boys? it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground. so I guess what I’m trying to say is i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things. baby they exist in difference universes. my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys. don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that. if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love. baby love won’t hurt when it comes. you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer and the only reason he should ever reach out his hand is to hold yours"
- Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys (via whismical)
(Source: madgirlf, via the-girl-with-kaleidoscope--eyes)
there are three ways that individuals who are oppressed can deal with their oppression. one of them is to rise up against their oppressors with physical violence and corroding hatred. but oh this isn’t the way. violence creates many more social problems than it solves. another way is to acquiesce and to give in, to resign yourself to the oppression. but that too isn’t the way, because non-cooperation with evil is as much a moral obligation as is cooperation with good.
but there is another way. and that is to organize mass non violent resistance based on the principle of love. where there is something about hate that tears down and is destructive, there is something about love that builds up and is creative. love is the only creative, redemptive, transforming power in the universe.
when you rise to the level of love, of its great beauty and power, you seek only to defeat evil systems. individuals who happen to be caught up in that system, you love, but you seek to defeat the system. you just keep loving people, even though they’re mistreating you. just keep being friendly to that person. i’m foolish enough to believe that through the power of this love, somewhere men of the most recalcitrant bent will be transformed.
edited from a november 17, 1957 sermon by dr. martin luther king, jr. photos by: 1. marc riboud of jan rose kasmir at the pentagon, october 21, 1967; 2. lefteris pitarakis in cairo, january 28, 2011; 3. guillermo legaria in bogota, october 26, 2011; 4. sergei chuzavkov in kiev, december 30, 2013; 5. william fernando martinez in bogotá, november 11, 2011; 6. reuters, kiev, november, 2004; 7. stefan stefanov in sofia, bulgaria, november, 2013; 8. john vizcaino in bogotá, november 11, 2011; and 9. hadi mizban in baghdad, january 6, 2008
This brought me to tears.