and if any of you white people respond with “wait but I didn’t do that. that was in the past”
i need you to check your privilege
and then drink bleach if you think your hands aren’t dirty
Guilt doesn’t transfer from generation to generation. I am not magically accountable for something my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather MIGHT have done. Also;
>social justice blogger
>telling people to kill themselves
I love that there’s a blog called “this is white culture” that is solely devoted to bad things white people did, not their cultures at all. So I guess I can make a blog called “this is black culture” and post gang and crime records and that’s 100% okay. Or “this is Muslim culture” and make it all about terrorism.
But wait, you cry. Not all black people are criminals and not all Muslims are terrorists. That’s unfair! And racist!
WELL GOLLY GEE DO YOU THINK SO? Because saying that all white people are responsible for the Atlantic slave trade sounds pretty racist to me, given that, you know, that was between the African slaveholders and the British and Americans and had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with my ancestors, who were incredibly poor farmers and serfs from Ireland and Lithuania who had to flee to America at around the turn of the century (by which time slavery had already been abolished in the US) because they were being treated like slaves. Even if they had been living in America at the time when slavery was legal they wouldn’t have been able to afford a slave; in fact they probably would have been working with them in the fields and treated about the same, since the first slaves in America were actually white serfs. But please, tell me more about how dirty my hands are because of circumstances surrounding my birth that I could not control and continue to treat me differently based on the color of my skin without actually knowing anything about my heritage, I’m sure that isn’t racist at all!
a white boy with nice cheekbones is birthed in central russia from the goddess of ice and male models
this is beautiful
well… i was drawing an angry sniper… then oranges happened
These are some gloriously uncanny pieces…
…Medic eating his beloved pet dove alive (those are arterial sprays, trust me; its heart was still beating when he bit down first time).
…Spy wearing no mask under a mask which is the work of a madman, insane and inhuman (and possibly alive and biting at his fingers, or screaming and deftly silenced with a slender gloved digit).
…Scout, who’ll never bat a baseball again.
Teufort Gothic, anyone?
This whole blog is filled with amazing, uncanny art! The subtle implications, hinted through images almost surreal, are unsettling, even disturbing…
Bubbles, Blossom and Buttercup!