Native America before European Colonization

They created this new world, in the image of the one they left”

hqlines:

~ Albert Camus

Man is always prey to that feel. Once he has known it, he cannot free himself from it.

― Albert CamusThe Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

traumtropfen:

Shout out to all the non-Europeans who developed or discovered something hundreds of years before Europeans did but get no recognition in the West or even in the modern world as an individual or as part of a culture because everything they said or did was disregarded by oppressive colonialists.

ecklecticsoul:

{Strolling Series by Cecile Emeke}

Sexism,Patriarchy,Racism and Colonialsm.Full Discourse

"The so called terrorism we are fighting, in reality, is the counterviolence created by the terrorism we commit. If we really wanted to end terrorism, we would stop participating in it."

— Collateral Murder in Iraq | AmericaWakieWakie

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The West won the world not by the superiority of its ideas or values or religion but rather by its superiority in applying organized violence. Westerners often forget this fact, non-Westerners never do.

Samuel P. Huntington, cited on the ‘Where is Raed?’ website, a day-to-day journal of everyday life in Baghdad under bombardment.

Extract in Robert J. C. Young, Postcolonialism, A Very Short Introduction (UK: Oxford University Press, 2003), p. 32.

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littlelimpstiff14u2:


Der Ubermensch of the Post-Post World Calamity Variety
Copyright Kris Kuksi
Mixed media assemblage
2013
54 x 48 x 16 inches

Why Every Man Should Be Strong

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas

"We used to look up in the sky and wonder about our place in the stars. Now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt." - Interstellar (2014)