Well, since I have been with this all day (and I'm not going to lie, with some head-ache inducing moments too), I just have to share some wonderful links that came out of IBARW 4:

marny_h96's IBARW 4: Genocide? What Genocide?:

105 years ago, in what is now Namibia, something happened. Something terrible. Something not a lot of people have heard of. At least not in Germany. And I wonder why.

[...]

It seems that three decades before WW II and the Holocaust, people were killed in German South-West Africa (now Namibia)
. Enough people to call it a genocide.

The Herero and Namaqua Genocide


Sadly, I can't remember where and when I first heard about it. What I know, though, is that it was never mentioned in school. Not once. The German colonial endeavours were generally overlooked in History class but you'd think that something as terrible as a genocide would have been mentioned. Especially when you consider Germany's past. But there was nothing.

So, what could be the reasons for "forgetting" the Herero/Namaqua Genocide?

[...]

Denial? More likely. There's at least one book and one article out there claiming the Genocide is a lie. That's not surprising considering how many people still deny the Holocaust happened. What is surprising – and disconcerting – is that the German government treats the Genocide as something they have nothing to do with. Saying that the government of the Bundesrepublik (Federal Republic of Germany) is not responsible for the actions of the government of the Deutsches Reich (German Empire) is like saying they're not responsible for the action of the Third Reich government. And they took responsibility for that, at least partially, by acknowledging the Holocaust, apologizing for it and paying reparations to the survivors.

yamasan's And This Is Why I'm Just Going to Watch Little Mosque on the Prairie Now:

I was watching that diverting Zac Efron movie 17 Again the other day, and you know what ruined it for me? One throwaway joke, in an otherwise brain candy, fluffy piece of mostly unobjectionable film, ruined the whole damn thing. Our newly 17 again, soon-to-be divorced protagonist, upon overhearing his wife and her friend discussing the possibility of the wife going out with another man, says something like this to his wife and her friend, "If this were Afghanistan she'd be dragged through the streets by goats with her hands cut off." That being technically engaging in adultery before the divorce is complete.

[...]My family left Afghanistan by the skin of their teeth, and there are not so many what-ifs and may-have-beens separating me from being a woman facing the possibility of being stoned to death. So a joke about what happens to Afghan women in the war-torn, still Taliban-influenced country of my people is so far from fucking funny, I can't even. That one little joke threw me out of the movie like I'd been catapulted out with extreme prejudice because my experiences and my knowledge and my ethnicity made it personal. I couldn't keep watching the movie because I'd just been reminded, glaringly, THIS MOVIE IS NOT FOR YOU. YOU MIGHT AS WELL NOT EXIST AS AN AUDIENCE MEMBER, BECAUSE WE TOTES DID NOT EVEN CONSIDER HOW THIS JOKE MIGHT FLY FOR AFGHANS OR MUSLIMS IN THE AUDIENCE, AND WE DO NOT CARE.

And listen, it's not like I shouldn't be used to this. There are countless times I've seen the plight of the Afghan people used as a throwaway plot point or teaching moment in a show or movie or book. I've seen Afghan terrorists, poor oppressed Afghan women, Afghan orphans, the Afghan girl from the cover of National Geographic...I've seen and heard Afghanistan used as the butt of countless thoughtless and tasteless jokes, and only rarely can I at least appreciate the dark humor in them. I've seen the whole trope of only white men can save brown women from brown men. The last time I saw Afghans on TV or in movies in a non-news setting, and as actual people who get to be narratively equivalent to your average WASP was in The Kite Runner, and even that had its problems.

evilprodigy's Yellow Fever: It's Not Just A Man Thing:

If you, white chick, have ever exclaimed wonderingly at how beautiful and androgynous! Asian men are, so different from white men: you were being racist. If you have ever marveled that Asian stars are so much more adorable, so much more queer-chic and pretty than American movie stars: you were being racist. If you have ever turned East Asia in your head into your own personal emasculated yaoi wonderland, you were being racist.

Asian men are not your gay boyfriends that go with your handbag (and neither are gay men), they are not your pretty fetish objects -- they aren't any prettier than your own fucking men, nor any more androgynous. They don't exist for you to emasculate. They don't exist for you to idealize. They are not your fantasy boyfriends, they are not a badly-translated boys' love comic, they will not love you long time either and they will not love each other long time and they are not bishonen. Every time you have gone to Japan/Korea/China/Magical Asian Fantasyland and marveled at how delicate the men were and how awesome it was that you couldn't tell the schoolgirls and schoolboys apart, you were being racist. (And you were probably fucking lying, at that, or need some seriously new glasses.) The systematic undermining of Asian masculinity is an old pastime, and by doing this you are partaking in it. Stop it. Stop it all. Shut down everything. East Asia does not exist to mass-produce your China dolls. East Asia does not exist to mass-produce your bishonen.

East Asia is comprised of human beings with cultures that are not oddities, souvenirs, or bizarro fantasy worlds, and of people who do not appreciate being fetishized, sexualized, emasculated, exoticized, othered and generally dicked over -- and it has produced a diaspora of people who don't appreciate this either, myself included. So if you do this: stop it now. Put it down. Put a halt to it, and I hope that if you have a sense of common decency, you have a sense of common shame that you ever perpetrated this to begin with.

Semana Internacional de Blog Contra el Racismo empieza hoy. Posts que no sean en inglés son especialmente apreciados.

Para participar solo hay que compartir tu link en los post, como el de arriba, que se irán abriendo.

Gente, este año La Semana Internacional de Bloggeo Contra el Racismo será del 27 de Julio al 2 de Agosto.

Posts que no sean en inglés y sean fuera de USA son más que apreciados.

allira_dream says:

Speak up. You don't know how much I want to erase these worlds before admitting out loud that I've been a victim of this, you couldn't possibly understand how much it hurts to remember all the times 'I should have known better'. I've had my 'friends' - both male and female - betraying my trust. I've been told that 'I shouldn't complain' and that 'these things happen'. I've been told that 'it's normal'. I've pretty much have been told that I've been wrong for feeling sick and guilty and angry that I've been abused because 'it's no big deal' and 'I shouldn't make people feel bad when we all had a good time'. Not only male friends, but my female 'friends' as well.

Y traducción al español del post de arriba. Gracias a jlarinda, que es muy amable.

Also,

This year's IBARW will take place between July 27 through August 2.

The completely optional theme is global. I'd particularly love entries on race and racism from a global perspective, on post-colonialism, on the aftereffects of imperialism, on grassroots movements coming out of the Global South, and etc.

Entries in non-English languages are especially appreciated!

IBARW = International Blog Against Racism Week.

My exam is tomorrow.

International Blog Against Racism Week is still going at ibarw, and it has wonderful posts. You can see them at the comments on the multiple entries lately posted for links. Or here, on delicious.

And at yennenga, you can see this amazing carnival about Women of Color and Beauty. How does women of color live with beauty standards that aren't made for their races? Uber recommended read.

Hablando de raza, hay algo que la gente parece no entender. Nuestra sociedad/cultura/lo que sea NO. ES. CIEGA.

Algo que es muy popular entre gente liberal blanca/caucásica/que goza de algún privilegio es que "¿por qué yo no puedo decir eso, y esa otra persona si puede?", "si yo decía 'esa persona blanca es esto/lo otro/racista' nadie iba a decir nada! Es racismo". Bueno, existe algo que se llama poder, y por ende, existe una dinámica entre grupos de diferente poder. Nuestra sociedad no percibe a todos los grupos de la misma forma, si lo hiciera no tendría sentido estar hablando sobre esto; la gente de minorías raciales no sería víctima de violencia, marginación y estereotipos dirigidos a su grupo, y todos viviríamos tomados de las manos. Esa no es la realidad.

Existen complejos mecanismos de poder por los cuales, por ejemplo, alguien diciendo que una mujer 'es una cualquiera' no será percibido de la misma forma que el equivalente hacia un hombre; 'es un cualquiera'. Lo primero es insultante, lo último es, máximo, gracioso (bueno, puede querer decir 'ese hombre solo te hará daño', pero definitivamente no tiene la misma connotación de ser algo vergonzoso y humillante como en el otro caso). Y no, no hablo de como vos particularmente lo percibís, hablo de como nuestra sociedad lo percibe. 'Yo no veo color' sólo quiere decir que VOS no ves color, y que tu tratamiento hacia una persona de color/de una minoría étnica o racial que es afectada por insultos y discriminación que a VOS como persona blanca/caucásica no afectan, traerá más dolor para esa persona que no tiene la misma suerte de ser miembro del grupo privilegiado. Nuestra sociedad no está nivelada. Actuar como si lo estuviera sólo aumentará el desnivel porque es, obviamente, negarse a ver que existe una opresión.

Y no; si no sos parte del problema, esto no va para vos. Muchas gracias. (Es notable como cuando quiero hablar de racismo, me da el impulso de no permitir comentarios.)

Ayer, cuando volvía de la facultad, le robaron el teléfono celular en el colectivo (bus) a una chica delante de mí, y ni me dí cuenta. El bus estaba casi vacío, con asientos desocupados y todo; la chica ya estaba parada cuando yo me levanté de mi asiento, esperando bajarse, y un hombre bien vestido estaba parado muy cerca de ella, dando la impresión de que también pensaba bajarse. Yo pensé que estaban juntos, ¿ven esas clase de cosas triviales que uno asume sobre la gente que ve, y que nunca ha visto en su vida ("señora con sus hijos", "pareja", etc.)? En fin, ella se bajó, yo después de ella, y el hombre jamás se bajó. Caminamos unas cuantas cuadras, yo iba como a dos metros detrás de ella (porque justo coincidíamos el camino) pensando en que se yo que cosas, y no le presté mucha atención. La chica se dio vuelta repentinamente (había revisado su cartera, seguro), y me dijo "¡El tipo que estaba detrás de mí me quitó el celular!" Efectivamente, su cartera estaba abierta cuando ella la revisó, y el teléfono ya no estaba. Ella no se dio cuenta cuando lo sacaron, obviamente.

No es que sea nada muy raro, pero la última (y única) vez que me pasó exactamente lo mismo fue en mi último año de secundaria, solo que me dí cuenta recién al llegar a mi casa. :/ Pero sí, da una rabia enorme cuando pasa.

El lunes comienza la IBARW, y yo todavía ni empecé mi post sobre Interseccionalidad (palabra que yo deduje porque nunca escuché 'Interseccionality' traducida al español). Culpo al RP. :/ Pero lo haré! Estaré algo ausente supongo (la próxima semana empiezan las clases también). :S

OJOJOJOJO! Me estoy divirtiendo un montón en La Mansión! XDDDDD

Tsubasa fandom? SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.

Just. One. Fucking. Week.

Oh the hypocrisy. "Ignore fandom." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You know, you would make all this so much easier to ignore for me if you just weren't SPAMMING EVERYTHING WITH WANK IN MY FACE EVERY FUCKING SECOND.

Dejando el bitcherío (tengo que tener un tag para este fandom, eh?), Dan, sé que tengo que aplicar a Kurogane, ¿pero me creerías que mi haraganería llega al punto de que no soy capaz de instalar el amsn de mierda, incluso cuando tengo el programa bajado y todo? (Esto especialmente también va para vos, Mako. Voy a escribir el post de la Interseccionalidad en español como te dije. Ya está. No hay otra. XD No sé nomás cuando.)

Che, por cierto, Danly, ¿te acordás que te debía un fic de Clover? aloneinkioto, ¿te acordás que te debía un fic de Death Note (Watari/L?)? Corazón de melón, ¿te acordás que te debía un fic de HoneySyn?

Bueno, hoy estaba pasándome algunos archivos y cosas de mi vieja y corroída laptop, y ¡encontré algunos de los fics que me había puesto a escribir! Ninguno supera las 300 palabras (no sé, ¿capaz que el de Clover?), y realmente no sé a dónde iba con ellos, pero es... entretenido leerlos. El de Death Note es, uh, especialmente entretenido.

( Clover fic. Sin título. Gingetsu/Ran supongo que era. )

Angst, por lo visto. Ni idea que es lo que pensaba hacer Kazuhiko. :S


( Death Note. ¿Watari/L?. Hmmm. )

..... ¿Quién es Jonson? ¿Quién es el asesor de Jonson? ¿Cómo es que avanzamos en el tiempo sin saber quienes eran Jonson y su asesor? ¿Qué es lo que yo trataba de hacer?

( Quién sabe si spoilers de Death Note. )

Y bueno, la gramática y todo lo demás era horrible porque eran... WIPs? La corregí algo para ponerlas acá. De verdad que me hace falta una beta.

¿Corazón de melón? Sé que comencé hace algún tiempo atrás a escribir el de HS. El asunto es que no pude encontrar el fic. No sé si lo habré borrado o... que, ¡pero recuerdo que lo escribí!

También encontré unos cuantos fics de KuroFay pero esos ya daban mucha vergüenza para mostrarlos. XDDD

Entretenida mi tarde. Tengo mi último examen el jueves, ¿alguien lo adivinaría?

ETA: SPOILERS DE UTENA EN LOS COMENTARIOS. FINAL. TODO.