#Spanish feminist attacked at Pride

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Saturday, June 26 saw the third London Trans Pride march for ‘BIPOC trans people, trans women, trans sex workers and trans kids’ (sorry transmen, they forgot you again!), and here’s some of the #bekind signage from it.

There is speculation on social media that these calls for murder were made by 51-year-old Sarah Jane Baker, as someone who looks like Baker is holding one of the signs, they’re in Baker’s style and they even use Baker’s slogans.

Baker, who wants to become Britain’s first transgender MP, was once jailed for armed robbery, and kidnapping and torturing a family member. While in jail, he tried to murder a fellow prisoner and began identifying as a woman. He ended up serving 30 years until his recent release.

Baker has since written a book which is essentially a guide for gaining privileges as a man in jail, by saying you’re a woman.

As with Aimee Challenor and Morgan Page, Baker is no outlier. Here he is with Monroe Bergdorf.

Also: Baker was an actual speaker at the march, giving an inspiring message to young women that even if they lose the ability to orgasm by taking testosterone, it doesn’t matter because “you spend hours on foreplay and that shit is good too”. Nice piece of advice there from a middle-aged ex-convict to young women.

As Rachel Rooney put it on Twitter: “I've been going to Pride on & off since the mid 80's & I don't recall any of the top speakers there having a history of kidnap, torture & attempted murder… Maybe I just didn't look hard enough.”

You might be asking yourself: if a person has a history of extreme violence, and he’s possibly issuing death threats against a woman amid calls for criminal activity, is that not a police matter? Why haven’t they intervened? Is it because they’re too busy arresting women for posting pictures of Suffragette ribbons?

Perhaps the answer can be found in this video by a Metropolitan Police officer at London Trans Pride who made a statement to attendees saying: "If you need anything, give us a call on 101 or 999", which the Met LGBT+ Network thought was an appropriate message to publish.

On the same day, at Paris Pride, men who identify as women physically attacked lesbians because they were defending their sex-based rights.

And in Spain, Feminist @LauraStrego was violently attacked by a trans activist while participating in a peaceful demonstration on women's rights.

So confident are these violent misogynistic men about their sacred status, one even went on Spanish television with a T-shirt saying ‘KILL THE TERF’.

This brings us back to where we began, with JK Rowling, who you may remember wrote the following words in her moving essay, which is so dangerous that trans rights activists spent a lot of man-hours telling people not to read it.

“We’re living through the most misogynistic period I’ve experienced. Back in the 80s, I imagined that my future daughters, should I have any, would have it far better than I ever did, but between the backlash against feminism and a porn-saturated online culture, I believe things have got significantly worse for girls. Never have I seen women denigrated and dehumanised to the extent they are now. From the leader of the free world’s long history of sexual assault accusations and his proud boast of ‘grabbing them by the pussy’, to the incel (‘involuntarily celibate’) movement that rages against women who won’t give them sex, to the trans activists who declare that TERFs need punching and re-educating, men across the political spectrum seem to agree: women are asking for trouble. Everywhere, women are being told to shut up and sit down, or else.”

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LXXI.

March 2019

“I know you don’t want to do this but Olympia and Gaelle resigned their position and Charlotte passed away... it’s time you find replacements for them,” spoke Christine.

“It’s too soon.”

“Belle I am the only one left. You need to replace at least Olympia and Gaelle and we can wait to find a replacement for Charlotte.”

Isabella hesitated, “Countess Antonia Holstein til Ledreborg and Princess Sophie of Hohenberg.”

“I will contact them as soon as possible but do you have backups in case they reject the position,” said Christine.

“No backups. It’s them or no one.”

“I’ll go call them up.”

Harry watched as Isabella attempted to play with her sons but the young woman had barely enough energy to get herself out of bed. Isabella had forsaken many engagements and even missed the 50th anniversary of the Prince of Wales investiture. Though she had a legitimate excuse, the Grand ducal family gathered in St. Michael church in Luxembourg City for a mass on the death of Alix, Princess of Ligne. Princess Alix had been her great-aunt and the Prince of Wales and the Queen understood Isabella had to process with death in February.

By the time the Commonwealth service came around Isabella had mustered enough energy to make it through the service then the other engagements that followed.

“I am very proud of you today,” said Harry.

“Why is that?” asked Isabella.

“Because you were able to get through this whole day and not go back to your room. It was a big accomplishment.”

“I guess.”

“I arranged for us to go to Austria to visit the jeweler and then to go to Switzerland to see Charlotte’s jewelry,” explained Harry.

“Thank you for making the arrangements.”

“It was more Christine’s doing since she spoke German. My French is not as strong as I think it is.”

Isabella asked him about his day in French. Harry answered in simple sentences so Isabella decided to make things more complicated for him. The conversation got longer and complex and Harry struggled to keep up. He forgot certain words and his articulation got bad at his sentences continued on.

“You have gotten better but you still sound too English,” said Isabella.

“Your accent seems to only have gotten thicker the longer I’ve known you,” fought back Harry.

“Something has to remind the people that I am a foreigner in this country.”

“Is that the image your team has been going for? The foreign Duchess of Sussex?” asked Harry.

“Being an immigrant is nothing to be ashamed of, whether it be voluntary or involuntary migration everyone has a right to be who they are and live where they want or need to. Although I have an advantage more than others because I am a white woman and was a Catholic for a time.”

“Sometimes the things that come out of your mouth cease to... I don’t even know what to say. I mean it, I forget who you are before this arrangement and I shouldn’t. You are an amazing woman, and everyone else should recognize that more. Including me,” added Harry.

“Thank you but I’m not that amazing. There are actually amazing people who have come as far as I did and have had much larger and longer obstacles in life. They are the real amazing people.”

“Even humble.”

“Not humble, just aware of my privilege in life and what I can do to even the playing field for the descendants of the people my family murdered and displaced,” replied Isabella.

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On March 15, 2019, two white supremacists murdered dozens of Muslims in New Zealand in a coordinated terrorist attack. When Isabella heard of these massacres, she thought she needed to do more than release a statement. Very few times had royals gone to places like that, and paid their respects. Isabella immediately flew to New Zealand wearing a hijab to stand in solidarity with the Muslim population of New Zealand and of the Commonwealth.

While her act of solidarity was met with some praise, there was intense backlash saying Isabella was accepting of terrorism and the Muslim Brotherhood. She ignored the articles and the ugly slurs being yelled at her during her stay in New Zealand and when she went back to London after the bombing. She cared for the murdered people, the ones in the past, present, and the future who would fall victim to Islamophobia across the world.

Isabella even talked to people in private in Arabic which of course surprised a lot of people. She had been taking lessons every once in a while, and while her Arabic wasn’t always the right dialect and she mispronounced some things, the gesture was what made people care. Isabella cared for a majority of people no matter their religion, skin color, or sexual orientation. She had learned that history repeats itself, and she was going to make sure the atrocities her family committed over the centuries would not happen again.

She hugged and talked with family members of the victim alongside Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern. When Mangu-Kaha –Black Power- performed a Haka to honor those who had fallen, Isabella was moved to tears. Then school children performed an improvised Haka, Isabella watched in tears students mourning in the most beautiful way. In a moment of caring for nothing else more than the people in front of her and she had consoled a weeping woman.

“You were very brave to come at a time like this,” complimented the Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern.

“Not brave, not at all. They are the ones who are brave,” replied Isabella.

“Most royals just write a paragraph on how sorry they are and yet you flew on a plane halfway across the world. Why?”

“When I was younger, I finally understood what my name meant. I was named after my ancestor Queen Isabel of Castile but more importantly, I was a Habsburg. There was pride, but shame quickly followed. My family murdered and displaced hundreds of millions of people since the beginning of time. I thought that I should help people listen to the voices of those who were silenced by my family,” explained Isabella.

“So guilt is what drives you?”

“Justice. I use my privilege to uplift others. It is the least I could do especially when I benefit from the system that is designed to keep others down.”

“You speak like a politician,” smiled the Prime Minister.

“I have a bachelor’s degree in political science with a master’s in global affairs from Yale University. I worked for the United Nations before my marriage. I am much more than a Duke’s wife.”

“I am no longer accepting the thing I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept,” quoted the Prime Minister.

“I wrote one of my papers for grad school on her book Women, Culture & Politics. My professor wasn’t too pleased with my political views. Or the simple fact that I acknowledged oppression.”

“I would have never guessed you are into reading Davis.”

“You cannot change any society unless you take responsibility for it unless you see yourself as belonging to it and responsible for changing it,” quoted Isabella.

“I’ll be honest with you; I don’t know who that is from.”

“Raya Dunayevskaya, a former secretary of Trotsky and Marxist feminist. I did my thesis on the correlation of American women with a lot of help from her book Rosa Luxemburg, Women's Liberation, and Marx's Philosophy of Revolution.”

“I would love to read it someday. It’s quite fascinating that... well, you seem to be a socialist.”

“I married into the British Royal Family, politically I am nothing. I am a tool to be used and push aside when need be,” smiled Isabella.

“You really are a politician at heart.”

“I am simply a product of my heart’s desire.”

“I will be going to the homes of the families who lost someone. I would like you to join me. I will also be going to pray with them and I think they would appreciate knowing you are there and you care.”

“I would never reject such an offer,” replied Isabella.

“I know that I have called for New Zealand independence in the past and while I still believe in what I said, but if there were more people like you then perhaps the world wouldn’t be the way it is.”

“Thank you but you and I both know that I am a hypocrite in that area. I don’t practice what I preach or else I would have simply lived as Isabella von Habsburg until the day I died not married into the British monarchy.”

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A couple of days after the New Zealand terrorist attack, Isabella traveled in Madrid, Spain for the opening of the 28th Harvard World Model United Nations. She smiled for the cameras and talked in Spanish for a majority of her time in Spain earning respect from a great number of people. She even joked around with some of the participating schools when she went around asking them questions.

Meanwhile, William had gone to New Zealand to pay his respects but the situation wasn’t the same. He wasn’t met with the same respect that Isabella had received. When the members of the United Nations applauded Isabella’s grief and need to help but Williams’s visit was intentionally left out of their comments. Isabella’s had slowly been taking over international engagements that were usurping William’s will to show he would be a good future king.

But there was also a sense of betrayal. Isabella’s former ladies-in-waiting Countess Olympia was engaged to Jean-Christophe, Prince Napoleon. While Isabella was well aware of their long relationship, the simple fact that Olympia refused to tell her was a devastating blow to Isabella. She had assumed their friendship had made them closer but it didn’t. She smiled for the cameras in Spain even as she felt deceived. 

“Your Royal Highness, where did you go to college?”

“Yale University,” answered Isabella, earning some unique responses.

“Did you apply to Harvard?” asked another student.

“No I did not. Yale and Georgetown University were the only American universities that I applied to.”

“What did you major in?”

“Political Science with a concentration in history for my Bachelor’s degree then Global Affairs for my masters,” answered Isabella.

“Do you ever want to get your doctorates?”

“Not at the moment and in all honesty, I never really thought about getting my doctorates, getting my masters was more of a whim than anything else, but I do not regret it.”

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“You have a plane to catch for the Special Olympics. Tessy and Paul Louis are also attending,” spoke Christine.

“Paul Louis? Why on earth is he going?”

“On behalf of the Luxembourg family. He is going to be taking over some foreign engagements that no one else can make it to,” answered Christine.

“Does this mean he will be taking on more engagements in Luxembourg too?”

“Well with Guillaume, Stephanie, Alexandra, Louis, Felix, and Claire living abroad. It was said that Paul Louis, Leopold, and Charlotte will be taking over some things for them.”

“You don’t think that they are preparing them for something bigger, right?” asked Isabella.

“I don’t know where you are getting at.”

“I... never mind. It doesn’t make sense,” Ignored Isabella.

“How would you like for us to go about these next couple of days considering the closing ceremony is soon?” asked Christine.

“Tell Emily that I want to be with my cousin as much as possible and never to put me with Tessy. I don’t have the energy to be nice to her right now.”

“You still haven’t forgiven her have you?”

“No! Nor will I ever! Louis can act all nice but I can’t. It was one thing to tell Louis to stop doing what he loves, then she convinces him to move to London which he hates, and then she asks for money in the divorce knowing full well the people of Luxembourg are the ones who will be forced to pay for her income. If she cared for Luxembourg or her sons then she would give Louis custody and let them live in Luxembourg!” ranted Isabella.

“I’ll be sure to relay the message to Emily.”

Isabella had to fly to the United Arab Emirates and when she got off the plain she was met with dozens of photographers and her younger cousin, Prince Paul Louis of Nassau.

“I’ve missed you!” smiled Isabella.

“I can barely hug you Belle,” laughed Paul Louis.

“Well I am 7 months pregnant.”

“Come on, we have so much to talk about. We’re meeting with the Luxembourgish and Belgian teams later. I wanted to have time with you first.”

Isabella hugged her cousin again before walking to a car close by. Paul Louis opened the car door for her and Isabella heard the screams of the photographers around her. The two enjoyed a quiet lunch before heading to continue working.

“How is everything been going? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” started Isabella.

“Fine. Uni is going great and when I have time, uncle Henri asked me to things like this. I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to come here,” answered Paul Louis.

“I was with Elisabeth a couple months ago in Wales she told me something interesting things.”

“I was hoping you weren’t going to bring that up,” laughed Paul Louis.

“Well I am. Explain.”

“I am... sort of dating Zita. Nothing too serious and your... Charlotte of Murat she told me that is was better if I break up with Zita and ask Elisabeth on a date.”

“Did she tell you why?” asked Isabella.

“Not really, she told me that you were in London, Guillaume and Felix had Luxembourg, and we should follow in your footsteps. It was all very weird and she didn’t seem to be making sense half the time.”

“Marriage,” whispered Isabella.

“Marriage? I am barely 20, I’m not going to get married.”

Isabella was worried Paul Louis would talk about her arrangement to others, “No, no, I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about my marriage.”

“Charlotte still wasn’t making any sense.”

“I think what Charlotte was saying... marry someone who isn’t like you. Marry someone for love who brings you out your comfort zone and brings you happiness,” added Isabella.

“That doesn’t sound like Charlotte, but I guess.”

“What about uni? How is that going?” asked Isabella, trying to change the subject.

“I was thinking about going to the states in the fall just to try it out. Alexandre, you remember him, he goes to USC and he’ll help me get settled over there,” explained Paul Louis.

“California? Why not Georgetown or Yale?” asked Isabella.

“I don’t think I could get into either of those,” laughed Paul Louis.

“I didn’t either and I did.”

“Yes but you are you. I remember how you were trying to get those perfect grades and I’m okay with what I’m doing right now,” fought Paul Louis.

“Okay. If you ever need help, I hope you know you can call me up. I still have some friends in the states that will be more than happy to help you too.”

-----

One of the larger events of the month was Rise Stand Speak Up. Isabella’s aun, Maria Teresa, The Grand Duchess of Luxembourg, had helped create the international conference committed to ending sexual violence in fragile environments was initiated by the Grand Duchess together with the Dr. Denis Mukwege Foundation and We are NOT Weapons of War (WWoW), supported by the Women’s Forum for the Economy & Society and the Luxembourg Government.

The whole of the Luxembourg Grand Ducal Family attended the conference and attended forums on behalf of the Grand Ducal Family. Isabella and her cousins supported their aunt and the women who were apart of the panel. The stories from people all over the world had brought Isabella to tears, but also reminded her why she wanted to help people in the first place.

Isabella talked with her aunt about how she started the panel and conference. She spoke with her cousins and decided they should work together on a project. Isabella had ideas but her pregnancy would cause some delay in anything she wanted to do.

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April 2019

“No one really warned me about pushing a child out of my sensitive bits,” argued Luisa Maria.

“Trust me, I understand more than anyone,” laughed Isabella.

“And the blood! There’s so much blood! Why is there so much blood?!” yelled Luisa in disbelief.

“I think they don’t tell you about all the weird things about being pregnant so you can have more children.”

“And the stitching! So many stitches I rather risk my organs falling out of my body,” yelled Luisa.

“Careful. Get too angry you might pee yourself a little bit,” warned Isabella.

“We passed that a long time ago. Also, everyone jokes about peeing themselves a little bit, but no one ever tells you it is more than just a little bit.”

“We can talk about this forever Luisa. You haven’t even told us the name of the baby!”

“This beautiful, most amazing baby in the world-” started Alexander, Isabella’s brother.

“Is Baudouin Carl Henri Philippe Jean Christoph of Austria,” finished Maria Luisa.

“Also 11th in line to the Belgian throne,” added Yolande, Isabella and Alexander’s grandmother who had been staying away from Luisa in fear of overcrowding the new mother.

“Yes he is in the line of succession but Baudouin is too far done anyways.”

“Does it ever come up that half of everyone in line to the Belgian throne is a Habsburg? It has to bother someone, right?” asked Isabella.

“If it does then no one can say anything now. I was born a Habsburg, I married and Habsburg and my children will be Habsburgs... oh god, that sort of sounds disgusting, doesn’t it?” asked Luisa at the end.

“Normal for us, but probably incestuous for others,” replied Isabella.

Luisa had laughed a bit, “Do you think uncle Baudouin would happy that I named my first born after him?” asked Luisa.

“Of course he would. He loved you all very much and would be honored,” scolded Yolande from the corner of the room.

Hours passed and one by one everyone left the room. Marie Astrid had pulled aside Isabella and Harry with just a touch on their shoulders.

“Mama, what’s wrong?”

“It’s your grandfather. He’s been sick the past couple of days. Your uncle Henri has some doctors at Berg saying it’s a minor cold and it will pass but at his age, I am worried Belle!” explained Marie Astrid.

“Is there something I can do?”

“I’ll be going to Luxembourg after Luisa is okay. I need you to be on call Belle.”

“Mama I give birth next month!” argued Isabella.

“That’s still enough time between now and then!”

“Are you hiding something? You wouldn't worry me like this is if was not serious,” wondered Isabella.

“You are the only grandchild far away. I want to you to be with your grandfather god forbid if he passes soon.”

“Louis is London with me and Alexandra is in Edinburgh... they’re in Luxembourg aren’t they?”

“For some engagements, that’s all,” answered Marie Astrid.

“Please give me a number of 1 being not serious to 10 which is basically dying,” begged Isabella.

“I couldn’t give you a number even if I wanted too. Your uncles gave me vague details with clean instructions to be in Luxembourg after the birth of Alexander and Luisa’s child.”

“Please keep me updated because I don't know if I can go to Luxembourg at all until after the birth of this little one.”

“Of course Belle,” smiled Marie Astrid.

[itslakishaa]

On Saturday, August 12, 2017, what began as a rally for the rights of a visible majority to be heard resulted in disgraceful, anti-American display of animalistic hatred. White supremacists rallied together in Charlottesville, Virginia protesting their rights to be heard… and a whole lot of other things – resulting in a head-to-head party riot; left wing vs right wing. Countless video footage of the protest attack were posted online and the videos are very graphic.

The protest quickly escalated when a car driving at least 40 km down a crowded street, ran over everyone in its way, only to back up and do it again, leaving numerous injured and 1 dead.

Someone had lost their life yesterday because of someone else’s act of hatred.

Now, all day, I did not have my phone on me so coming home around 5 pm, my phone went off with alerts from all of the News blogs I follow. I first saw the footage on Instagram and was totally confused. I had no idea what was going on or why people were rallying, cursing at each other in front of a College campus in an otherwise quiet town.

But what I really wanted to understand, was why these people were protesting in the first place. I found this thread on Twitter.

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So this was still one sided, so that did not help. I was still questioning what was going on and why people were protesting in the first place. I wanted to hear both sides before drawing any conclusions. So of course, I went where any information hungry millennial who wants to get down to the bottom of things would go.  I went to YouTube.

I found this video of the actual white supremacists who were protesting.

It is the right of every citizen to participate in peaceful protesting for their voices to be heard. Every citizen has the right to stand up for what they believe in and speak out against unjust actions towards them.

Activist David Duke spoke out on Periscope in the aftermath saying that their intentions were to conduct a peaceful protest. He said that they never to harm anyone, or hurt anyone. They had a permit to be present at the park in Charlottesville, and military personnel and local authorities prevented them from conducting their public meeting. To the point where they were cornered with plexiglass shields, kicked and sprayed with pepper spray.

I’m sure everyone can admit that these alleged actions taken by authorities were uncalled for. In really, the actions taken by all sides in Charlottesville yesterday were wrong.

David Duke paints a very grave picture where one particular group of people have been singled out and prevented from exercising their rights. According to Duke, they are the victims of unprecedented prejudice and systemic racism on all levels.

However, let’s just make one thing clear. These are White Supremacists. For those of you who don’t know, white supremacy is the erroneous belief that the white race is superior to all other races in many ways.

White Supremacy is a historical belief that inspired the enslavement, mutilation, disenfranchisement of black people. The belief that inspired the Nazis to eradicate an entire race of people during the Holocaust. The belief that inspired the laws of Jim Crow and the KKK to further prevent black people from utilizing their American right to vote.

The belief that inspired drawing new lines on the map to mark US territory out of their own volition, by claiming someone else’s land and calling it Arizona, New Mexico, California, Utah, Wyoming, Colorado and Nevada, then calling the very people who lived there illegal immigrants on their own land.

The belief that threatened to chase an entire group of people out of the country they call home, the country they were born in, and separate a happy law abiding family; simply because they wear Hijabs and call themselves muslims, by association.

White Supremacy is the reason “white” has been and still is seen as the standard. Standard of beauty, standard check box on a survey, standard staring role in a movie, the standard President.

You want to talk about unjust? You want to talk about unfair? You want to talk about racism? Okay, lets talk.

Had the rally yesterday been a Black Lives Matter peaceful protest, the occurrences would have turned out much differently. Countless black people would be dead and these people, that means you too Mr. Duke, wouldn’t so much as give it a second look. People would go on about their day and tell us to shut up with our protesting because “All Lives Matter.”

Now, by no means am I stomping on the problems that exist in the white community. I feel for you. Your entire life, the world has told you that you are best. You are the standard. You are the essence of perfection. And so you believed it. You never saw the things minorities lived through, fought for and triumphed.

You did not have to claw your way through Harlem to make it through the concrete jungle, finally rub shoulders with coveted middle class crowd only to find you make 70% less then your counterparts for the same job. Only to find that you cannot speak out against harassment in the workplace. You never learned to internalize your problems and put on a brave face just to not be called an “angry black woman”  only to be told by the next 100 men you pass on the street to “smile.” Only to be kicked out of the workforce because your afro, braids and dreadlocks are deemed “unfit for the professional work environment.”

You didn’t, so I understand. All of a sudden, people that you really never knew existed (I mean they were always there but you never cared to really acknowledge) are speaking up for the wrongs they’ve faced.

You have problems two. To society, mental issues are still not seen as an actual issue. The media tells you to come forward with your problems and when you open up and you let people know that you’re depressed, they call you a wuss and tell you to get over it because its not a “real problem”.

All of a sudden, you aren’t allowed to complain, you’re not invited to the coveted minority in-crowd, not allowed to speak up on certain issues because you are not included. (I mean, when Beyonce makes a public statement about the racial profiling of black young men during a Superbowl half time show and you’re told to sit down because it isn’t about you, that is a major blow).

All of a sudden, everything that your great grandfather (whom you’ve never met) did to the great grandfathers of people who don’t look like you (whom you’ve also never met) is now on your shoulders. And it seems you can do nothing right, and can’t speak out because you are quote-un-quote privileged, it’s hard to cope when your whole world is turned upside down.

The truth is, we need you in the conversation just as much as everyone else. But we also need you to understand that no one thinks they’re better than you. We know we are equal and we want to be treated as such.

#BlackLivesMatter does not mean that black people think we are the only ones that matter in the world, it means that for centuries our lives have never mattered in the eyes of the rest of the world. Centuries later, its 2017 and we are still being shot to death and nothing is being done about it. We want to let you know that our lives matter, too.

Gay Pride doesn’t mean that society wants to kill off all white cisgendered males. It just means that years ago, people were literally burned alive because they loved someone beyond the normal gender binary. And today, they can finally legally get married and move on with their lives like everyone else. And they are proud of that; that they don’t have to hide who they truly are out of fear of being ostracized. You have always been able to get married. They just want to, too.

Anti-Muslim ban does not mean that muslims want to claim America for themselves. It means that American citizens don’t want to be kicked out of their home. They love their country and don’t want to be judged and kicked out simply because they resemble widely broadcasted terrorists who share their religion.

Being Mexican does not make you an undocumented, illegal immigrant that is prone to crime and lives off welfare getting by on the backs of the working class. It actually means that you are among some of the hardest working Americans who are willing to do the jobs no one wants to do because you want to provide for your family the best way you know how. And you’re proud of where you come from… and are tired of being called Spanish.

And lastly, being a Feminist does not mean you hate all men. It means that for years women have not been seen as equal, not had the right to vote, have been passed over for promotions even when they are more qualified than their male counterparts and the moment they try to negotiate for higher wages, they find themselves out of a job. Now there are always extremists in every group, but just like you fine folk, they don’t want to be judged for the actions of a few who share a common denominator. They want to be seen as equal; equal opportunity, equal pay for equal work.

I get it, you’re tired of being judged for the acts that you did not commit, years ago. But when you’re marching down the street with torches and Nazi flags not caring about who you offend, that’s a problem. And that’s not okay.

Hate can only bring hate. If we ever hope to solve the problems we face in our community, for all parties, we have to communicate with each other. Stop undermining each other. Stop telling each other to shut up and stay quiet. We have to start listening to each other, speaking up for one another and learning about each other.

We were not born to hate, hate is learned. The same way we learned to hate is the same way we can teach ourselves to love.

    From the POV of Privalege: Equality Looks Like Discrimination On Saturday, August 12, 2017, what began as a rally for the rights of a visible majority to be heard resulted in disgraceful, anti-American display of animalistic hatred.

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#DieCisWhiteScum

In the headquarters of the SJW Confederate, formerly UC Berkley, the aging Matriarch of the Confederate, Anita Sarkeesian, is about to complete the final solution: The elimination of the straight white males which will end all evil in the world. In the pit of her private safe space is Robert White, the last cisgender, white male in the world.

           “Ahahhaah!” shrieked Sarkeesian from her MacBook where she was writing a post on Tumblr about White’s extermination. Her post was on his execution and the male-skin coat that she would make out of him once he was dead. “Once I’m done with this, the world will be devoid of all evils!” Her venom and contempt towards him seemed to boil out and exit her with every word she spoke. Even the walls of the safe space had to be coated with an acid-proof compound so that her hatred didn’t destroy the room. “But, what is my crime?” asked White tentatively. He didn’t want to get the hose again. “Why am I going to be extinguished?” he probed.

           “What do you mean why?” condescended Sarkeesian, “It’s not like you’re a white cisgender male whose breed has committed countless atrocities or anything.”

           Robert, after thinking about this, asked, “How exactly have I been sexist, racist, or homophobic?”

           “Because You were born male!” boomed Sarkeesian, her anger flooding the room, “Everyone knows that all straight white males are sexist, racist, and homophobic.”

           “How does being born as I was make me a vile creature?” probed White, “Furthermore, how isn’t it racist, sexist, and gender-prejudiced to say I’m evil because of those attributes?”

           Sarkeesian, now turning away from her desk and starting towards the pit, with her red eyes drilling into Robert and her red hair appearing as though it was on fire was ready to implode on herself; she wanted to give him the hose again. “You moronic pig!” Sarkeesian began, “You are cis, white scum; you can’t be racist towards garbage humans like you because you have privilege. Your breed has caused all the evil of this world, and your inferior brain cannot be reformed! And now that artificial insemination has been perfected and robots can perform society’s menial and dangerous labor we can dispose of you like the disposable trash you are! Your reign of terror is over; in case you haven’t noticed, you take the lotion and put it on your skin now! And, if I were you, I’d shut up unless you want to get the hose again.”  

           “Name one thing that men, the entire gender, have done that’s evil.” White said. He had hatched a plan to free himself and end the reign of Sarkeesian’s colonization of the once free American people.

           “Seriously?” snorted Sarkeesian through her hate-filled trap, “Don’t you think that evil men and the income inequality they made is a manifestation of what the patriarchy did before we took control?”

           “Although there was a time when women did receive unequal pay” started in Robert, engineering his first blow, “the Equal Pay Act ended that in American society.”

           “No!” erupted Sarkeesian, “They still made seventy-seven cents on the dollar compared to men!” She reached over to get the hose.

           Robert, the refined scholar, had trapped the insidious insect in his web. “Um, actually,” he started in to end his first haymaker argument, “the US Department of Labor showed the wage gap to be a six to seven percent gap when different variables were accounted for. Although they never released a reason for this gap, many experts like feminist Christina Hoff Sommers argued that the gap was most likely caused by different life choices and not sexism.”    

           “Hiss!” screeched the serpent, revolting away from the damning evidence that her narrative was false and dropping the hose. Her normally white complexion began to pucker and blister and turn black. Robert’s first phase was beginning to come to fruition. “That statistic is false!” roared Sarkeesian, “The US Department of Labor was part of the Patriarchy!”

           White grinned, he had her trapped now. He began again, “Really? Then why did the AAUW, a women’s rights organization have the same stats? Furthermore, wasn’t it JFK, a man, who signed the Equal Pay Act? Why would a man try to end sexism?”

           “He was simply an advocate for women.” Scoffed Sarkeesian, “He had guilt for being a part of the despicable caste. Besides, it doesn’t excuse the sexism in the STEM fields that occurred in the days of the patriarchal US Government.”

           Robert’s genius was leading Sarkeesian into another trap. “If JFK had sympathy for women, that proves that not all men are sexist pigs. And if a womanizer who had multiple affairs could do something like that, think about what men who didn’t sleep around thought about women’s rights in that so-called sexist era.” countered White, “But, what’s this thing about job discrimination?”

           “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot that women didn’t face discrimination in STEM fields in the 21st century.” Blasted Sarkeesian.

           “You know,” approached White, “I always heard about women in STEM. Why did I never hear about feminists advocating for more women on oil rigs or being heavy equipment mechanics or welders? Feminists never talked about women in industrial fields being nonexistent come to think of it. And, now I hear that robots will be doing these jobs. Why wouldn’t you just have women fill those roles?”  

           “Why would we want to do menial labor?” Sarkeesian replied bitterly, “Besides, we didn’t have the educational opportunities for either STEM or industry.”

           “Is that why scholastically girls fared better than men, were given the same ability to go to university, and that trade schools like UTI extended their services to females by the 21st century? And, how do you know that some women wouldn’t want jobs in industry? Shouldn’t your argument be for women doing whatever they want and not just STEM. I mean, your confederate outlawed women being housewives and mothers.” swung Robert.

           “Shut up!” Flared Sarkeesian, her hair being engulfed in flames, “Men never let women up in society in that era. And besides, you’re straight. That means you’re a homophobe you bigot!”  

           “And how do you plan to create that argument?” began Robert, still cool as a cucumber.

           “Because straight people in the days before the confederate treated homosexuals and trans people so well.” countered Sarkeesian.

           “And how exactly does being straight make me homophobic or transphobic?” struck White, beginning another haymaker against his lotion-bearing foe, “Being straight doesn’t mean I hate those who aren’t. Nobody liked the Westboro Baptist Church; their neighbor intentionally painted his house to resemble the pride flag as a mockery. And how does not wanting to have sex with a trans person make me transphobic? Come to think of it, how is saying that it’s wrong to be cisgender or straight any different than saying it’s wrong to be trans or homosexual?”    

“Shut your fact-speaking mouth!” howled the evil matriarch. She was now on the floor writhing in agony and trying to bury her head into the floor; sadly, the floor was concrete and not sand. “And you forget that you’re white.” Sarkeesian cowed, “Being white means that you have the original sin of slavery and the continuing sin of institutional racism towards minorities!” Finally, unbeknownst to her, she had fallen right into Robert’s punji pit.

           “Coming from a confederacy filled with atheists, I find it ironic that you talk of an original sin.” Robert said, now with a massive grin on his face, “Don’t you think it’s obscene to punish people for things that happened centuries ago?”

Sarkeesian began to go into full-blown convulsion now and her skin began to blister everywhere.

“Furthermore, if you wish to talk of slavery, I am certain that you know that more slaves were imported to Portuguese and Spanish territories than to America” White continued to orate, “And, whites and blacks both flocked to the abolitionist cause; moreover, by the time you usurped power, nobody except inbred bumpkins who humped horses were slavery apologists. And, slavery can be seen throughout all of human history. Slavery is not a skeleton in the closet of United States history: Slavery is a skeleton in the closet of human history.”

           Sarkeesian, the de-facto devil, was now back on her feet; she thought that she could derail Robert. She began to reel back in her prized catch, “You forgot institutional racism.”

           “You mean the all whites are racist narrative? Then why was the cow cornholing club known as the KKK mocked by anybody with a brain?” Robert White struck back, “And, if you’re speaking of the so-called atrocities exposed by Black Lies Matter, you need to examine the fact that Michael Brown was a thug that robbed a convenience store and attacked a cop. If you care to talk of the politics side, consider that Trump was dragged out of office in 2018 by the American people because he tried to ban Mexicans and Muslims; the people that did so proceeded to tar and feather him on the White House lawn.”

           Sarkeesian, now desperate to strike the final straight white male down — she didn’t want to waste all that lotion — posed one final point, “No cis white male ever did anything to better society. You still belong to the same dead caste as Hitler.”

           “Really?” scoffed White. “No predominantly white nation sent their men to fight and die to stop Hitler? What about Enlightenment thinkers like John Locke who spoke of individual rights? Wasn’t Thomas Jefferson against slavery? Didn’t great scientists like Einstein and Hawking make life better for us with their theories? And, aren’t you like Hitler? Your plan to exterminate my kind is called the final solution. You literally want to wear my skin as a coat for Carl Sagan’s sake!”

           Sarkeesian still persisted in her counterclaim, “You are so sexist, racist, and homophobic that you cannot name one woman or minority or LGBTQ individual that has made life better! Hah!”

           “Elizabeth Blackwell was the first American female doctor.” Robert White began to shoot Sarkeesian down in her frivolous angle, “Rosalind Franklin, the true discoverer of DNA’s structure; for the record, biology classes did talk about her. Sally Ride, American physicist and the first female Astronaut; she also happened to be lesbian. Neil DeGrasse Tyson was a black astronomer who intrigued many minds and became a public figurehead for science. How about Barrack Obama who served two terms as US president? If you think Muslims are worthless, you must be ignorant of the Islamic Golden Age. And, let’s not forget the countless civil rights advocates who fought for actual rights; you are a disgrace to Susan B. Anthony, Dr. Martin Luther King, and all those who fought for true equality and not the totalitarianism that you have the gall to call equality!”

           “How do you know this?” questioned Sarkeesian, still on the floor.

           ” Because I’m not blind.” began White, “I see both men and women as capable of achieving the same success. Neither gender deserves to be superior or inferior to the other. What you identify as or who you see as attractive is nobody’s business but your own. Regardless of skin color, nobody should be discriminated against. Whether cis white male or trans black attack helicopter, we need to treat everyone with dignity and make judgements based on character and merit.”

           Sarkeesian looked up. Puzzled, she probed “But, that’s what the SJW Confederation stands for.”

           “Is that why you have exterminated all straight white males but me?”  

          ��“Oh! my Flying Spaghetti Monster!” Exclaimed Sarkeesian, “You have exposed our true nature! Noooo!” And with that, Sarkeesian’s satanic body melted and decomposed into a pile of goo on her safe space floor.

           Luckily, in her haste Sarkeesian left the rope used to lower the lotion down at the bottom of White’s cell; he hoisted himself out of the hole using it. He then proceeded to disband the SJW Confederate and re-established UC Berkeley as a college dedicated to teaching what true equality meant. The United States Government was reestablished under the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. In American high schools, history textbooks didn’t whitewash history; however, history classes now taught that these past events do not justify modern-day “oppression Olympics.” The practice of affirmative action was removed from the American college system. And, for the first time in over a century, people were judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.