PLEASE VOTE TO HELP GET RID OF RACIST STATUES IN A BLACK TOWN!
Richmond, Virginia was the capital of the Confederacy aka the side that defended slavery in the American civil war. During segregation, all these disgusting statues honoring slave-owning traitors were put up to look down on all of us like “remember, white supremacy!” on a street that’s always been predominately black. OUR LOCAL NEWSPAPER IS VERY CONSERVATIVE, AND THEY’RE HOSTING A POLL ON WHETHER THE MONUMENTS SHOULD BE TAKEN DOWN. RIGHT NOW, THE RACISTS ARE VERY AHEAD.
PLEASE VOTE IN THIS POLL! This is THE newspaper in the city, it has a HUGE impact on swaying local government. PLEASE HELP GET THESE RACIST STATUES OUT OF A BLACK TOWN!
NO is winning by a long stretch. FUCK THAT
No is about 4000 votes ahead rn please take 2 seconds to vote YESin favor of tearing down monuments built to glorify white supremacy. You dont have to enter any personal information or anything, just vote and hit submit.
it’s super quick to vote and we’re 200 behind on ‘yes’ right now.
If you’re feeling conflicted and ‘but US history!’ is bouncing around in your head, remember:
The confederates were not americans.
They wanted to form their own country where they could keep owning people. They Were. Not. American. This is their history and they lost and they need to continue to lose if we are ever going to go forward.
Reblogging as a Virginian who is 100% on board with removing these statues.
Lilac was common in the city. It was vigorous and hard to kill and had to be. The flower buds were noticeably swelling. He stood and stared, as a man might stare at an old battlefield…
Oh cripes. I’ve been mulling this over in the back of my head all day. This is a real puzzler, Nonnie. But thank you so much for asking!
Basically, it comes down to two possibilities:
1. Fave book moment
The Glittering Caves speech, from The Two Towers. This was difficult, as there are SO many moments that make me die/cry/laugh on the inside. I honestly can’t overstate HOW MUCH i love the Scouring of the Shire, for instance… or Merry and Pippin’s greeting at Isengard… or “I liked white better”, or “I go to find the sun!” – or roughly a million different Sam Gamgee moments. But for me this is the most affecting and simply beautiful writing in the whole of the brick. Tolkien doesn’t get lyrical often – his expressive moments either swing more to the “heroic saga” style (see: every speech by Aragorn ever) or to the romantically pastoral. This speech, though – it’s just. glorious, and passionate, full of joy and beauty and awe, and it soars. It is so evocative, and it just soars.
Also, this speech is the first time we hear of beauty as seen through the eyes of Dwarves, as spoken by a Dwarf – and wouldja look at that, it is the most poetic and graceful prose in the whole dang thing. 😀
(that tremolo strings motif? yup, it was absolutely the inspiration for the ending ostinato in Light on the Horizon. I want to take off into the sky, soaring into the wild – I want to fly into the goddamned sunrise EVERY SINGLE TIME I HEAR THIS MUSIC)
“Who was the last to come to this room?” Aragorn’s voice shattered the tension.
“Who…was the last to come to this room!?” The King’s voice which had been a crack was climbing into a roar.
“Who brought the wine!? Who was here!? Someone speak!” Aragorn had spun and seized the stunned Carar by his arm.
As he continued to bellow, Legolas hoisted his dwarf up in his arms, holding a shaking hand before his lover’s face. Gimli was not meant to be so gray. Gimli was bright as a flame…this dull, stiffened dwarf, lying next to a spilled goblet of wine couldn’t truly be Gimli…
Was Legolas to witness the mortal candle of the one he’d given his heart to blow out? Was this it? After orcs, after trolls, after a night in mud as allies fell before them, after a hellish army fell before them, and weary friends were returned to them on eagles’ wings? After sickened stone stained with the dead, after a visit with ancient trees that whispered with sleeping power, after caves filled with stars where vows were made and lips and hands joined in ardent promise-This was to be their undoing?
A poisoned cup of wine was to steal the happiness Legolas and Gimli had forged together?
No.
“No…” Legolas breathed, “No…no!”
Legolas’s hands fell on Gimli’s beard, and his breath caught in his throat.
Aw Yiss 