Sarah Lyn Rogers
Sarah Lyn Rogers

August 17 2014, 09:54 PM



A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."


There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

I’m just gonna keep reblogging this because this is truly how white America works. Like people have their weddings on plantations, Blackface was and still is a major source of entertainment and the biggest movie of all time was Gone With the Wind. White America will kill Black people and then smile and laugh and enjoy their day it sickens me that we’re treated this way.

August 17 2014, 05:35 PM

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Look what I found in the ocean

Look what I found in the ocean

August 14 2014, 09:23 PM






please watch this before its taken down

I feel like the scariest thing about this is that so much of what we know about the situation has only been made possible by social media. It makes you appreciate how easy it was in the past for them to successfully sweep things like this under the rug because people didn’t have an outlet to show the situation from their side.

This is in America, folks. This is not some distant war torn country. This is terrifying and if it can happen there, to people PEACEFULLY protesting their completely valid outrage at the police- then it can happen anywhere… In fact, we’ve seen it happen other places (Berkeley comes to mind first) and so quickly we forgot about it. This is ridiculous and shows a great deal about our government and what it thinks of it’s citizens. Watch. Share. Don’t stop noticing this. 

August 11 2014, 08:03 PM

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I had a great interview today and then received an email an hour later telling me I am overqualified for the job that I wanted. Job world, you make no sense.

August 09 2014, 07:25 PM

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August 07 2014, 05:46 PM

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(via Going Ape Over a Photograph’s Copyright)
Apparently Wikimedia, the US-based organization behind Wikipedia, is refusing to remove an image of a monkey taken by … wait for it, wait for it … the monkey itself.

I like this too much.


(via Going Ape Over a Photograph’s Copyright)

Apparently Wikimedia, the US-based organization behind Wikipedia, is refusing to remove an image of a monkey taken by … wait for it, wait for it … the monkey itself.


I like this too much.

August 03 2014, 12:05 PM

She finished her six word story.

 - Six Word Story (via afterthefeetofbeauty)

July 30 2014, 07:34 PM

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July 30 2014, 04:16 PM

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[TW: harassment, threats, stalking, violence, slurs, racism]

So, someone decided to post this submission with a link to medievalpoc to a subreddit called “Tumblr In Action” this morning.

I’ve posted about this before.

Let’s stop pretending we have no idea where this comes from:




And can we stop pretending as if these supposed “rules” actually mean anything, or are ever actually enforced:


Medievalpoc has received tens of thousands of hits from this particular subreddit from more than 60 separate threads, some of which have hundreds of derogatory comments, using slurs, threats, and racist ‘jokes’.


And it is somehow a “coincidence” that I have had to speak to police four times and make official reports due to threats, stalking, harassment, and other nastiness? That people have followed me around in person without my knowledge or consent because of this? People have circumvented the “ignore” function by creating accounts just to send racial slurs and threats.

The rest of this is going under a cut, because it is truly horrific. Please proceed with caution.

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This is so not okay. MedievalPOC runs an amazing Tumblr with the nefarious purpose of showing people that POC have been residents of “white” countries for thousands of years and providing examples of artwork in which they are represented. She receives hate mail, death threats, and real-life stalkers because some people would rather direct all of their anger to her than acknowledge that the all-white medieval Europe of their imaginations is imaginary.

July 28 2014, 01:32 PM

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First Morning Back

Oddly thankful for window screens, ceiling fans, all the sticky windows in their peeling frames, the filthy carpet, cluttered furniture, all of it mine. My cats, my laundry, my paltry food in the fridge, in the pantry, my unsorted papers still waiting for me now that I am back, all of these little bits that had driven me crazy and had seemed so important to sort for a smoother arrival, I love these things. They remind me that I have been in my own space, ruler of my own space. I’ll take my fruit flies over your mosquitoes. I will eat dinner when I want and where I want, speak whatever hodgepodge language I make with my boyfriend, unconcerned about the ability to translate what we’ve said. I have a space that is mine, and I had neglected to defend it. The quirks and needs of my space became burdens when I let too many things in my life. The sticky windows mocked when I tried to leave for work, stealing minutes from my morning commute. Needing to eat, to create dirty dishes, to wash those dishes, all became interference in my whatever-it-was, required of me on the computer. But it was not the space’s fault. It was all of the whatever-it-was, closing in, closing my body into a fist curled on the floor, asking me why are you doing this to yourself, and the only answer was untrue: because I have to. My first morning back in the apartment after vacation, I recognize a familiar smell that I know is not-me. It is the smell of the apartment itself, transporting me back to fifty-three weeks ago, when we first moved in. The problem is not the space. The problem is boundaries.