#Arkansas-class

[lonestarbattleship]

"WHICH WAR DOG WILL SURVIVE?

Both USS WYOMING (BB-32) (left) and USS ARKANSAS (BB-33) (right) must be scrapped under the terms of the London naval treaty. But one will escape the scrap heap as a training ship. They wait in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, New York, while officers decide."

Photographed on May 14, 1930.

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[studywithmetosuccess]

I am taking a Digital Photography class after a long time of doing journalism photography. I had to present several of my photos that I have taken over the course of two weeks. All these photos were taken by the one and only, me.

My photographs that I like:

Photos that my classmates like:

[alethianightsong]

European healthcare: "Time for my regular doctor's checkup."

American healthcare: "Welp, that lump in my leg hasn't gotten any bigger. Time for work! Maybe if I skip breakfast every odd day, I can keep the landlord off my ass."

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[nando161mando]

High school teacher and students sue over Arkansas' ban on critical race theory

A high school teacher and two students are suing Arkansas over the state's ban on critical race theory in public schools #press

[edsonjnovaes]

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[wutbju]

Not every middle-aged BJU alum gets in the news. But when you're the son of GOP darling, former Governor Asa Hutchinson, the news takes notice. This member of the BJU Freshman Class of 1994 has a long list of arrests. From KATV:

LITTLE ROCK (KATV) — Asa Hutchinson's son, William Asa Hutchinson III, was arrested by the Benton County Sheriff's Office on Friday, Jan. 13.

The former Arkansas governor's 47-year-old son, who has been charged with multiple DWI offenses in recent years, faces even more serious charges now.

In addition to being charged with refusal to submit to chemical testing, violation of the omnibus DWI act, and possession of a controlled substance, William has been charged with simultaneous possession of drugs and firearms.

That last charge could mean that William spends up to 40 years or life in prison if convicted.

Simultaneous possession of drugs and firearms is a Class Y felony in Arkansas, which carries a minimum sentence of ten years, but no more than 40 years or life.

William is currently being held with no bond.

The arrest comes only about two weeks after Jeremy Hutchinson, former Governor Asa Hutchinson's nephew, was arrested for back child support and divorce-related issues.

Yikes.

[whitesinhistory]

On the night of September 30, 1919, approximately 100 Black farmers attended a meeting of the Progressive Farmers and Household Union of America at a church in Phillips County, Arkansas. Many of the farmers were sharecroppers on white-owned plantations in the area, and the meeting was held to discuss ways they could organize to demand fairer payments for their crops.

Black labor unions such as the Progressive Farmers were deeply resented among white landowners throughout the country because unions threatened to weaken white aristocratic power. The union also made efforts to subvert racial divisions in labor relations and had hired a white attorney to negotiate with land owners for better cotton prices.

Knowing that Black union organizing often attracted opposition, Black men stood as armed guards around the church while the Phillips County meeting took place. When a group of white people from the Missouri-Pacific Railroad attempted to intrude and spy on the meeting, the guards held them back and a shootout erupted. At least two white men were killed, and enraged white mobs quickly formed.

The mobs descended on the nearby Black town of Elaine, Arkansas, destroying homes and businesses and attacking any Black people in their path over the coming days. Terrified Black residents, including women, children, and the elderly, fled their homes and hid for their lives in nearby woods and fields. A responding federal troop regiment claimed only two Black people were killed, but many reports challenged the white soldiers’ credibility and accused them of participating in the massacre. Today, historians estimate hundreds of Black people were killed in the massacre.

When the violence was quelled, 67 Black people were arrested and charged with inciting violence, while dozens more faced other charges. No white attackers were prosecuted, but 12 Black union members convicted of riot-related charges were sentenced to death. The NAACP, along with local African American lawyer Scipio Africanus Jones, represented the men on appeal and successfully obtained reversals of all of their death sentences.

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[lonestarbattleship]

USS ARKANSAS (BB-33) underway

Photographed by Robert E. Muller Jr in 1913.

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[angelx1992]

[crookedfandomquill]

This is very situational, and sadly may not be realistic for everyone, but I need y’all to understand that a very important part of political activism is fucking talking to your conservative or moderate friends and family.

My dad voted for Trump in 2016. He’s a middle class white evangelical from Arkansas. He raised me with conservative Christian values, just like his parents raised him. When he voted Trump, he was holding his nose, but he didn’t feel too bad about it, and went on to vote red down the ticket in the 2018 midterms, as well.

But I started college in 2017. Higher education and independence changed everything for me, and I went home over holidays and summers with fire in my belly and a thousand arguments ready at the drop of a hat, to my father’s dismay.

I remember crying in my room after emotional, intense arguments with him. I told him over and over that I felt betrayed by his choice to vote for a man who admitted to sexually assaulting women, who built his platform on dehumanizing immigrants and the disabled, who spread overtly-racist rhetoric, who flouted the values of kindness and self-discipline that I’d been raised on. And my dad always had some justification about the “greater good”: fighting against abortion, bolstering the economy, getting other Christian politicians into office.

But over time, as we grew further apart and I lost my will to discuss anything with him at all, he softened. He started asking me why I thought the way I did about the things we disagreed about. He would listen to my answers without interruption, and mull them over afterward instead of expressing his own opinion. And all the while, he watched the Trump presidency become cruel and absurd and devastating.

The first time he openly expressed regret to me, I had come home for a weekend after Kavanaugh was confirmed to SCOTUS. My dad realized he had helped elect a man who preyed on women… and that man had opened the door to more predators. I can’t tell you what it felt like for him to admit that he’d made a mistake, not just in voting for Trump but in defending him for so long. We kept arguing, but it was more debating than fighting. I knew he was capable of seeing my side of things, even if it took a while, and he knew I wasn’t just a sensitive college student with shallow new ideas about the world.

And then 2020 hit. Specifically, George Floyd was murdered, and the events that followed played out on the national stage. My dad was incredibly shaken by it. He asked me if I had any books from college about racial issues. I loaned him The New Jim Crow, one of the required readings for my Race and the Law class. Then I gave him Just Mercy. Then he watched the documentary 13th. Then he joined a racial harmony group he learned about through one of the few Black families at our church and insisted our whole family come. He held up signs at a protest against Confederate monuments in our conservative southern town. In three years, he went from defending Trump’s comments about “Black-on-Black crime” to publicly advocating for racial justice and opposing the death penalty.

We went together to vote in the 2020 primaries. I couldn’t help asking who he’d voted for; I didn’t even know if he’d asked for the Republican or Democratic ticket. He admitted he’d voted for Bernie. fucking. Sanders, then made me promise not to tell my grandma he’d voted liberal. When the election rolled around in November, he voted Biden. I’m sure he held his nose to do it, just like he held his nose voting in 2016. But I know he doesn’t regret it.

I am, of course, unbelievably lucky to have a parent who loved me enough, and was empathetic enough, to choose his relationship with me over his strongly-held opinions. He kept searching for truth because, as much as he’ll deny it, he’s a very smart and curious person. No degree of intelligence or curiosity makes you immune to propaganda, especially if you were raised not to question the party line. It’s easy to dismiss our conservative, conspiracy-pilled loved ones as stupid, hypocritical, and cruel. Sometimes they are. But sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes they will bend to keep their relationships from breaking. Sometimes, if they can be made to understand that their beliefs and actions are harming someone they love, they will make concessions. And sometimes they just need one person in their life to put a foot down, to be vulnerable and assertive and argumentative, to bring the impact of their politics close to home.

As the most important election of our lifetimes approaches, do not put peace over progress. If you have someone like my dad, someone who is good-willed and smart and loves you more than their own opinions, tell them how you feel. Tell them what their choices will mean for you, for your friends, for your community. Tell them what they could lose: your trust, your affection, your respect. Don’t avoid conflict if it could be productive. Because my conflict with my dad didn’t just win him over–it won over my moderate mom and one of my conservative brothers. And it put us in community with other like-minded people and led my parents to a healthier and kinder faith.

All of this to say, there is hope in conflict. There is hope in our relationships with people who think differently from us. There is hope in exposing your fear and anger and pain to people you love. And hope is a form of activism.

[afnguy]

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[gold-medal-ribbon]

Since it's on my mind and I adore Nick Shoulders, here's some rather political modern country

[high-heels-and-high-weights]

Miss Arkansas Class of 2023

Blossom: Kelsie Everett Arkansas State University: Riley Strube Arkansas Tech: Hannah Lomax Arkansas Valley: Katy Beth Dunn Boomtown: Blair Wortsmith Capital City: Macie Johnson Central Arkansas: Ciarra Callicott City Colleges: Mattison Gafner Conway: LaNyce Hemphill Delta: Alexis Adams Diamond Lakes: Brooke Bradford Dogwood: Kennedy Holland Grand Prairie: Kensley Flynn Greater Hot…