it really PISSES me off that i have to look to find out things like this. THIS IS A BIG DEAL THIS should be all over the news, especially since everyone in the mentions says they want to help but none of us know how)
Hey y’all I’m Stephen ((left in the bottom pic)18 he/him) and this is my husband Elijah(right)19 he/him they/them) and as of December 2nd we were kicked out of his abusive mother’s household. I had been living with him and his family since September after being kicked out of my transphobic grandmother’s home, and from that point me and him had both worked hard to find and maintain jobs and attend school whilewe saved enough for our own place. His mother was extremely mentally/emotionally and financially abusive. She withheld his money that she owed and constantly raised the rent that we were both paying. Despite her collectively getting 400$ a month from the both of us, free labor in the form of child care for his younger sibling, forcing Eli to do all of her schoolwork for HER own bachelors degree, and him and I being the only ones to buy groceries and toiletries for the house as well as cook the majority of meals for the family of 5 living the apartment, she still kicked us out. From weeks prior she had been threatening to kick us out if we didn’t obey her and bend to her will, she has untreated Bipolar Disorder and has refused all attempts of therapy Eli had begged her to take.
She was extremely manipulative, controlling and extremely paranoid that anyone who told her no or asserted any agency for them self was her “ enemy “. She is also violently trasphobic and would constantly misgender me behind my back to my husband under the guise of it being “ impossible for me to be homophobic[read: transphobic because her dumbass can’t differentiate the two] because I was there for Eli when he transitioned “ which is a boldface lie ( she tried to subject him to conversion therapy when he first came out ).
Even if she were to take us back in (which is HIGHLY unlikely) the environment in which we both lived in was too toxic and unstable to stay in much longer
Eli suffered major mental breakdowns, psychotic episodes and suicidal thoughts and ideations while living with her ( as did I but to a lesser extent )
As of December 3rd we’ve been living in a DHS adults families without children assessment shelter facility: here’s our room.
The accomandtions we were provided were minimal at best ( one roll of toilet paper between the two of us, two moth bitten ‘comforters’ and thin white sheets, two small bars of facial soap. ) We can’t comfortably use the shower faucalities on site seeing that we are both the youngest and only trans occupiants. Even if we did decide to take the risk of showering, the showers are broken and won’t be repaired for some time.
Safety is a major issue as our lock is currently BROKEN ( despite asking for it to be fixed for three days ) and we live next to an violent domestic abusive couple that the faculity’s security refuses to deal with. Fights are commonplace as most of the other occupants are hostile at best.
Not only is safety an issue but we are responsible for providing our own food ( all food is provided is frozen and inedible ) and our own transportation. We have currently been eating one meal a day as a result. My partner has lost weight as a result of our stay. We have trying our best but given that we have taken work and school to figure out housing and fulfill the requirements necessary for our housing and benefits application ( attending appointments that take an average of 6 hours a time ) we have been unable to work at our minimum wage and seasonal jobs and been dependent on our non existent savings
As of last night 12/14/18 we were found ineligible for a permentant shelter transfer due to the social service investigators failing to preform a proper investigation of our prior housing.Because of this, we have to start the process over again and stay in this unsafe, hostile environment for another 10 days. We will have to go through the same proceedings again and reaply and start the process over.
My partner was laid off from work from not being able to attend recently, and now I’m the sole provider for our family. I get paid on a bi-weekly basis and hardly make enough to keep us afloat. Even so, I won’t be paid for another two weeks. We’re asking for help and assistance getting through the week, covering food and transportation costs for our appointments, amenities and toiletries, and various fees that apply to the application process, (documentation requests, printing at the public library, doctors visit copays, etc.)
Even if you can’t donate sharing this post will greatly help our chances of recieving help. Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️
Im really sorry i have to keep making these but all of my other posts are loosing traction and me and my partner need help now more than ever so please help if you can!
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
☝🏾😂
Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her ^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys
2 million people aren’t wrong
Sorry guys but she’s back and I’m not risking it
I’m reblogging only because fuck you I love Madame Zeroni
The Marion Manufacturing Plant, original site of the Marion Massacre, which has been in the process of being demolished for several years now.
In 1929, national guardsmen, local sheriffs, and state-backed union busters opened fire on striking workers in the small Appalachian town of Marion, NC, massacring six strikers and injuring many more. No one was charged. They were killed for demanding the shortening of their work week from 60 to 55 hours. They were paid less than $700 dollars a year; less than $10,000 today, adjusting for inflation.
As the sun rose on the morning of Oct. 2, 1929, hundreds of picketing mill workers in Marion, N.C., found themselves in a deadly standoff with law enforcement. And when the tear gas and fog at the gates of Marion Manufacturing had cleared, three workers were dead, three more were fatally injured and dozens of others were seriously wounded.
Sheriff Oscar Adkins later testified that the strikers had opened fire first, although no guns were found on any of them. Adkins and his 11 deputies — seven of whom were actually anti-union employees who’d been sworn in only moments before the shootings — were all acquitted. Meanwhile, the leaders of the protest and many of their fellow workers were fired, evicted from their company-owned homes and, in some cases, ostracized to the point that they were forced to leave town.
The bloody morning capped a tumultuous year of protests by newly unionized employees pushing for better working conditions. A dramatic climax to a drawn-out conflict that pitted neighbor against neighbor, it marked the beginning of the end for the area’s nascent labor movement. That same year, a massive textile strike in Gastonia, N.C., was also violently put down.
The clashes in Marion attracted considerable regional and national media attention at the time, including a pamphlet by acclaimed author Sinclair Lewis titled Cheap and Contented Labor. But “His perspective was very jaded — very much from the outside,” says Western North Carolina native Kim Clark, whose grandfather, Roy Price, was an early organizer at the plant and first president of its United Textile Workers chapter.
Soon, however, the complex circumstances surrounding the protests at Marion Manufacturing and the neighboring Clinchfield Manufacturing Co. retreated into mystery, as participants on all sides refused to talk about what had happened.
“I think, almost in mountain shame, they just shut the door on it,” says Clark, a former WNCW radio host who produced an audio documentary on the strikes for the station in 2005. It was later incorporated into a broader oral-history series funded by a grant from the Blue Ridge National Heritage Area.
After the union’s defeat, Price was blackballed by the community, forcing him to flee to Detroit, an area friendlier toward organized labor. Eventually, he found his way back to Asheville, but like many others involved, Price never spoke of his role in the conflict, even to his own children, Clark reports. It was only after her grandfather died that family members discovered a trunk filled with old union documents, membership pins and books.
The violence, she speculates, created a kind of mass post-traumatic stress disorder that rippled through the community’s collective unconscious.
“The day after the shootings took place, all the people that were out there in front of the mill striking — they saw it happen — they didn’t know what else to do, and they just filed back into the mill and went back to work, all but 100 of them,” Clark explains. “The people in McDowell County, once this tragedy happened, it’s like they shut the lid on a box, and they locked it, and that’s it. … It’s like this whole thing has been frozen in time. … I think one of the big reasons is the community has been in some kind of silent solidarity.”…
Throughout the 1990s, amateur author and historian Mike Lawing — a descendant of several strikers as well as one of the accused deputies — went door to door in Marion trying to unearth residents’ stories.
Despite encountering “people who would not talk to me unless I absolutely promised not to use their name, who would tell me, ‘I don’t want my wife to know I had anything to do with this; I don’t want my children to know anything about it,’” Lawing labored on, self-publishing The Marion Massacre in 2004. Until now, the 98-page book was considered the most authoritative history of these painful events.
But just a few weeks ago, Asheville resident Mike Blankenship unveiled a new piece of the puzzle: a comprehensive scrapbook of contemporary news articles and photos, which longtime McDowell historian Anne Swann calls “a treasure trove of information that we have not seen before.”
Blankenship says it was the recent pro-labor rallies in Wisconsin that inspired him to bring the scrapbook out of storage.
“I turn on the radio and hear this report about the governor of Wisconsin wanting to call out the National Guard, and I’m thinking, ‘Holy sh*t — I didn’t think they did that anymore. I thought that was 1920s stuff,’” he explains. “We have to look at history, or else we’re in trouble. Especially right now.”…
Meanwhile, just down the road from the McDowell County Library, the massive old Marion Manufacturing building is being taken down, brick by brick.
After numerous private and public attempts to preserve the sprawling historic structure failed, a painstaking demolition began last September and is expected to continue through this summer. Working from the inside out, the current owner is salvaging as much of the old factory’s materials as possible: bricks, stained-glass windows, piping and more.
Clark believes the protracted dismantling is proving cathartic for residents of this small mountain town. “That tragedy and that trauma — it’s kind of haunted Marion, in a way,” she says. “I think it’s not an accident that this history is coming to the fore at the very time that building is being torn down.
Even so many years later, the old mill still holds secrets, notes Holda. When she found out it was going to be demolished, she donned a headlamp and scoured the dark depths, uncovering assorted artifacts that she was able to secure for the library. Moldy ledgers seem to indicate that as early as 1921, the business had a budget of more than $1.3 million per year.
“That’s unreal to think about that kind of money being brought in back then,” she observes.
Workers weren’t sharing the benefits, however. In 1929, they made about $13 a week — minus the cost of company-provided housing and whatever they were charged at the company store. Yet the strikers’ main demand that year wasn’t money but whittling down their work week from 60 hours to 55. Long days and low pay were standard practice at Southern mills, but even so, the Marion plant was said to have some of the worst working conditions in the region, says Blankenship.
literally all of online “stan twitter” language is just aave that’s been popularized and generalized by nonblacks to the point where black people are the ones who look out of pocket for using words we came up with because funny internet persona #23904378 wants to use “deadass” and “finna” in every other sentence
can white people please reblog this because all i see in my notes are people of color and y’all need to own up to the fact that you overuse aave as well (looking @ u white gays)
also like I love how avengers infinity war was about having AS MANY CHARACTERS AS POSSIBLE and avengers: endgame is just like here’s eight white people
thanos’ snap was as random as an airport’s random security check
“can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding” is the most concise and powerful dismissal of people who are “jokingly” racist and i can’t believe it’s from a They Might Be Giants song
listen it will never not be funny to me as a southerner that theyre trying to sell mccree and ashe as being from santa fe because their accents are so aggressively southeastern (particularly alabama/georgia)
blizzard: hmmm okay so they have cowboy motifs can you guys do like. you know an accent. like a cowboy
matt mercer, a floridian (southern lite), and jennifer hale, an alabamian (organic southern), having no idea what that direction is supposed to mean:
