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A Selk’nam couple with their baby, on a ship en route to be exhibited in Europe as “wildmen”. The Selk’nam people are an indigenous tribe in the Patagonian region of Southern Argentina and Chile. Both appear to have slight damage on their ankles from cruel, probably iron, restraints.

The fear and confusion on their face is haunting. For people who had lived a simple hunting and gathering lifestyle, with little European interaction, the rest of their lives must’ve seemed like a surreal nightmare. 

White History

Abducted by aliens.

Smh

White history

I really want to know who these people are/what happened to them

SO I DID A BIT OF DIGGING AND HOLY SHIT. THE SELK’HAM PEOPLE WERE WIPED OUT IN A MASS GENOCIDE.

LIKE… THEY ARE NO MORE. THE DESCENDENTS OF THIS COUPLE DO NOT EXIST.

AN ENTIRE LANGUAGE. AN ENTIRE CUISINE. AN ENTIRE WAY OF LIFE. WIPED AWAY.

YA’LL WANT SOME FUCKING WHITE HISTORY MONTH? HERE IS SOME GOD DAMN WHITE HISTORY FOR YOU TO PUT NEXT TO ALL THOSE SHINNY IMAGES OF THESE WHITE MEN WHO “DISCOVERED THE WORLD”.

HANG THIS IMAGE IN ALL THE DAMN CLASSROOMS. I’M DONE.

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hm

I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:

1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear.  ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me?  So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”

2) Women not having cheat codes.  ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me.  I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me.  Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”

3) Women not being a hive mind.  ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles.  Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all.  Make up your mind, women!”

4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”

Good commentary on how an observation of an action isn’t a fact, but can be an opinion influenced by previous beliefs (about a group, in this case.)

(Source: ethiopienne)

page 8 of vampires

I go to step outside and almost walk into him. I look up and smile kind of dazed. “Oh didn’t see you there. Did I go in the wrong bathroom?” He has a knife and he presses it to my throat, a knife like this wouldn’t cut me properly to I try to keep it a little farther from my throat so he doesn’t notice there is no blood. “Step back inside if you value your life.” I step back hesitantly. “I have money?” I falter in my step a little letting my eyes dilate with what would look like fear. Once the door swings shut behind him he begins to push my head down to the floor, I feel the knife scrape my throat a little. The blade is cool but my skin isn’t has heated as it should be. Once I’m on my knees and close to his thigh I look up to him eyes blown wide open. "Stop everything except breathing. You can’t make any noise and you can’t move." He does as I say. "Good." I purr as I lean in as I push away his blade with another hand. I rip his jeans down and bite into his thigh. The blood is heated and tastes of fear. I don’t waste a drop. I drink a little more then a blood donation would take. He’ll be light headed but he’ll heal. Standing I touch my hand to his face "You will remember that you came in here. There was someone else in here. You didn’t want a witness so you left and went to the men’s bathroom so you didn’t look suspicious. You are going to stay here until 5mins after I close the door behind me, you can put your knife away before you leave the bathroom though." I pull his pants up but don’t zip them. I then grab Akinyi from the stall. She still looks shocked but her fangs are clearly out again, the blood fresh on her lip.
I hold her wrist and look at her. "I only hunt humans that are predators. Partly because the taste of fear on someone who inflicts it is a headrush. Or those who I think would enjoy it." I lean in and smell the blood on her lip again. My body is pressed against hers in the stall and I think I have to get out of here. "You are going to pretend you found me in the stall really dazed and out of sorts. Go up to the bartender and tell him you are making sure I get home safely. The bartender won’t make us pay. He knows what his friend was going to do." She nods and walks out and pretends to support my weight. I make my face flushed by replacing the blood I just drank. Her warmth is comforting and I let myself fall into it. She is talking to the bartender and I pretend to look up really flushed at him. “I want to finish my drink.” As weakly reach for it. Akinyi looks at me and says “I think you need to go home.” The bartender looks at me hungrily. I will come back here another night for him but he lets us go without a problem like I suspected. We go out the back entrance we came in and I stand up straight. I fix my clothes and look at her.
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