#and the guy in our group stole my idea to present to the professor

[dottores]

day 2 of law school and i’ve already made an enemy.

[accessthearts]

Colloquium : Accessibility in Art Spaces

On 6:30- 8:30 Friday September 27th in the Einstein Auditorium 

Fala texted me earlier today to tell me about this panel being held at NYU. She sent me the above description and urged me to go even though she wouldn’t be able to attend. I appeared in the Einstein Auditorium hallway 10 minutes before the event to find a security guard infant of an ID scan desk. Neither I nor the friend I had brung with me were students of NYU however I approached the desk and asked for directions, the guard sent us on our way to the panel room. Once inside the panel room there was a long table at the back of the room with high quality snacks on it like fancy cheese and fruits and good bread as well as a section with wines. Some students mingled while others grabbed plates and headed to the rows of chairs. Me and my friend felt we did an excellent job disgusting our selves as NYU grad students and were happy with the surprise snacks of such high quality. As everyone settled in the auditorium was roughly 70% full, which I found surprising for a Friday night. The organiser of the event was Abby, an Arts Administration Graduate student at NYU who put this panel together because she had questions regarding the subject.

The first panelist was Kevin Gotkin a visiting assistant professor at NYU in the Media, Culture and Communication Department who on his website has topics ranging from disability, technology, and media. During his time he spoke about disability aesthetics which he intentionally said he was not going to define because the power was in the meaning everyone pulls from it. He said the word could refer to the height at which you hang a painting in terms of view-ability for those who may be reliant on a wheel chair to what representation in aesthetics does disability take up in a space. This concept also promoted a brief description of relational aesthetics which seemed just as broad a vague as the first term. However he did distinguish that liability aesthetics was more relational than relational aesthetics. I interrupted that the reason for this was because those with disabilities are more often interacting and engaging with their environment more than relational aesthetics would typically account for. The example of Park McAurthurs piece Ramps (2014) was brought in as an example to this as McArthurs work was critical of the passing of the Americans with Disability act and its real world implementation. Kevin also explained that there was a difference between artist and the access to artist and it had to do with engagement with its viewers. Kevin also briefly discussed access checks which are when you recognise strengths and weakness’s in your accessibility practice and that it is apart of the process of organising around accessibility to the arts and coming up with tactics. The idea of tactics was interesting to me because it changed my typically used language of best practice and made it so that it emphasised flexible strategy because no one way will work for everyone and really these practices do not even aim to be the best yet they just aim to be identified and utilised as basic standards. In this fight for rights to access Kevin also discussed recent legal activism such as a recent headline titled “ 75 New York Galleries Slammed With Lawsuits”. A title like that represents those with disabilities as greedy and aggressive when the reality is that ableism has been acting as an attacking force that has been normalised.  Kevin said the best way to combat this injustice to to put efforts into access work. Access work can take the form of paying interpreters and real time captions fair wages by including them in budgets. Budgets should also make space for the entire ecosystem of access by taking the time, money and other required resources to properly educate the entire gallery on disability and consider its functionality. 

Next up was Sasha Davis with her presentation “ Teaching Through Touch” she emphasised the importance of access educators and collecting research from different sources. She also talked about some white guy who collected art from non western countries and began to utilise more tactile tactics in the creation and display of art. This for me was problematic immediately because why is this white guy collecting all of these pieces from other countries and why is  he not crediting this cool method of using touch in the creation and display of art as a non colonial practice that I am certain he took from one of the many cultures he stole from. Sasha also talked about utilising brail and large prints in museums written materials also pamphlets that included relevant information such as a map with clearly marked exists. Another practice she mentioned was classes specifically designed for those with disabilities. 

The next panelist was Yo-Yo Lin who identified herself as a Taiwanese Artist creating memory scapes. She advocated for the reclamation of mental health trauma. Her platform utilised IP ( interactive projection ), other art, other tech forms for the purpose of activism. Yo-Yo talked about how disability is often contextualised in terms of the medical world and often forgets the lived nuances of the lived experiences. She expresses the nuances of every day through soft data. Soft data is all the stuff that harder to measure that science and tech usually prefer for data collection. Instead soft data can involve contradictions and uncertainty. Yo-Yo talked about her heightened sense of attunement to her body which reminded me of how Kevin, an earlier panelist, had discussed the increased relational nature of disability aesthetics. She said that feeling more attuned to her body gave her greatest awareness of the tactility of the skin and lead her to place contact mics on her bones and joints and utilise the sounds produced in her art/music. In using her own body she evaluated her own place in the world of disability as someone who lives with chronic illness. She said there were many intersections and overlapping between the two groups but in no way were they mutually exclusive. However she did make it cleat the she identified strongly with the “crip community”, the term was one that reclaimed the language around the disability community and was something she felt empowered by using. When creating events for those on the “crip community” she said it was essential to schedule in roughly an hour and a half for everyone to take the time they needed to get into the space, get comfortable and begin to engage with the activit. The importance of creating and holding “crip" communal spaces and time was highlighted. 

Following Yo-Yo Lin was Londs who identified themselves as a cultural worker. She began her presentation by introducing a video that she ran while she did her presentation. She introduced the video by explaining what it depicted in detail so that those who preferred to hear what the piece would look like would get the opportunity to and then those who preferred to view what it looked like would be able to. Loads then went on to explain what the video meant and the significance it held. She explained that the video was of her and her autistic brother in a choreographed dance she had designed awhile back. She explained that it was relevant because while she wanted this form of expression to engage with him that she was simpotenosly engaged in an education program  called applied behavioural analysis that aimed to change those with disabilities into versions of themselves an ableist society would accept. So although she wanted to work in a creative space with her brother that utilised collective design making she was being paid to enforce top down decision making. And although she wanted her brother to engage and be present on his own terms, she was denying that opportunity to her students. Loads also initially emphasised time and space based disability in museum spaces and referenced her time at The Whitney as her time in a big institution working in access programming however to emphasised the importance of access programming in local communities in particular. She stated that access work and disability studio looked different but held a place of importance in institutions of all sizes. 

The panel moved on to the question portion of the panel so here was some relevant information that stood out to me. The questions panel first opened with a portion on language. The agreed upon appropriate terms two refer to people were disabled and non disabled which made the language disability centred. The term chronically ill was also mentioned as ok and an important disinguishment between the two communities. Another panelist made the point that language should not be the centre of this discussion and its best if we all show some humility and just be open about the discussion. A third panelists made the distinction between Identity First language which utilises a people first model or the Disability first language that defines their relationship with the world. Also to be inclusive to neurodiversity and recognise where neurotypical privilege lay. Overall the tone was one that could best be summed up by Fraud. “ Everyone says one million things because they’re nervous.” And to recognise that disability is not a bad word.

Another question was asked in regards to organisations that strive for accessibility and how to expand. The first response was that disability is diverse and the best practice is to ask people what they’ll need to engage. Audio descriptions can be an effective strategy but still needs to be specifically altered to the situation. The recommend way to look at issues of accessibility is to see art as the problem and aiming to ease its problematic nature. It is also immensely encourages to be inclusive in hiring places in order to build systems of accountability. Hiring practices must also question who is being engaged in the community and work to diversify the internal to match whom ever it is serving. Another response was that organisations need case studies written up for them (!!!!!!) Another practice to consider is do you have seating options? Do you have different kinds of seats? In order to see if you’re meeting your own goals for accessibility and inclusion make sure you do some consistent checking in. Take a minute to ask “ what worked - what could use improvement / change? “. Some one asked something about verbal description and the response informed people of a tool called Folk Museum Virtual which was apparently created by people for people in an effort to push to translate visual experiences into audio accessible things. Also in visual description it is stressed that you have a financial plan that includes needs such as audio description where one can have access to an education and visitor service centre, who pays educators fairly This requires those in curatorial roles to take on heightened attention of a more inclusive audience and to have these considerations and conversations very early on in the process and continual through out. Always be taking into consideration how people will engage with the space and the fact that 25% of the population is disabled. Access needs to be thought of as Love. Access as Justice. We need to strive for more hospitable spaces.  

The following question dealt with ways of working towards access. Loren works in accessibility at the Whitney and is the first to do so in that institution since the 90’s and the reason they had some one in that position a that time was because a law was passed. The panelist encouraged that in order to create effective change it had to be a change of environment and systems, NOT PEOPLE. Spaces in museums are intended to be intentionally designed and created, this job must be done while keeping access in mind by asking the people it effects. There needs to be a revaluation of the cultural and policy plans in New York City that prioritises a resistance to systematic forms of violence. Systems need to model and enact a shared value and be easy to hold systems accountable. 

Another questions was which cultural institutions currently hold respectable practices. The list included: 

Particularly their access programming and arts festival with days of study 

Other tips were

create and find guidelines so that there is a roadmap in place.

Watch, consider and support everyone 

Consider how others are thinking of access and intersectionalities 

Resources suggestions to become accessible 

Is useful in the barrier money can pose

Be upfront about limitations of access in space 

receiving request will confirm what needs to be done. 

Be receptive and accommodating to those interested in attending 

If a physically accessible space can not be created than perhaps you use the art to investigate the space and build the connection between physical and outside space. 

Do not claim accessibility as it is a Frame work of which you move through. 

A panelists described the work of arts administrators as “pedological” work in deign that will extend to the artist and hopefully generate an overall exhibition design that works to increase meaningfulness and accessibility. Accessibility must be woven into the fabric of art ( a quote by me ) In order to make this true we must be cutting edge in our design tactics and think of the audience in every step and not just as to meet some standard. 

[carry-on-wayward-sun]

Quicksilver x Reader

based on a prompt by @the-modern-typewriter however I cannot find the post rn.

----

*month ago*

"And that I stole from the fun fair" Peter said pointing at some teddy bear in the corner of the room. You giggled and hugged onto his side on the bed you were laying on.

"I can't believe I'm sitting here, listening to you tell me about all the shit you stole." You played with his grey locks.

"I wouldn't tell you if I didn't trust you."

"That I wouldn't go with this to the police?"

"Yup." He popped the 'p'. Peter was looking up at the celing with his arms resting underneath his head and you laying by his side.

"And what makes you so sure?" You asked and sat up.

"Well... You're my beautiful, awesome, loving girlfriend and you would never do anything to put me in trouble of hurt me, right?" He raised one eyebrow, turning his gaze to you.

"Hmmmm... Yeah something around those lines." You smirked and leant down to kiss him. He kissed you back, biting your lip. You squealed and pulled away.

"Doooooon't!" You giggled and punched his arm lightly. He sat up next to you.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked with a smirk, looking into your eyes and waiting for an anwser.

"Well... Yeah? I guess." You leaned in and so did he. Peter connected your lips together, way more gentle and loving this time but he stopped again after a few seconds.

"And again?" He didn't wait for an answer this time and then stopped again. "And again..." He slowly moved you into a laying position where he was above you, pinning you down. You dug your hands into his hair, taking a fist full of it and tugging gently.

You pulled away suddenly.

"Wait." You sat up.

"Wh- Is something wrong?" He looked at you slightly confused with those pretty puppy dog eyes.

"Shit, what hour is it?" He looked at his watch.

"It's... 4:30 but why do you ask?" Your eyes widened. You noticed a tint of a smirk form on his lips.

"Oh youuuuu. You... Asshole." You got off of his bed.

"Heeey, c'mooon Y/N." He pouted and patted the bed. "Come back~ I already miss you."

"No! Peter- I told you I was supposed to meet with Xavier at 3! This was important damn it!" You started putting on your shoes. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Who's that dude anyway? I don't like it when you go out like that with other guys." You looked at him with disbelief.

"Wow, alright. First of all, you met him. He gave me an opportunity to teach at the school. Can you even imagine how that would change my life? Second of all, he's like... Twice our age are you seriously going to get jealous of HIM?"

"I would like to be the man that would change your life." He said, emotionless. You sighed and walked over to him.

"Peter... You already know damn well you do. I love you but... You also have to understand that this is really important. It can change both of our lives and... I promise you, that I'll make this up to you somehow. Okay? Just... Not now." You cupped his cheek.

"...Okay." You smiled and pecked his lips.

"Thank you darling. Well... I'll see you later." You said and disappeared.

------

You reappeared back again.... Somewhere. You had no idea whatsoever as to where you've been but it surely wasn't 'Xavier's school for gifted youngsters'.

What the hell? This never happened before. You were supposed to teleport to the school, not... Nowhere.

"What the fuck..." You tried teleporting again but to no avail. "What is this?!" You started growing frustrated.

"Hello Y/N." You spun around to see... A man? Something. It was blue, high and it talked.

"Who are you." You moved away slowly.

"Do not fear me. I'm not here to hurt you. I came here to ask for your help." The man spoke.

"My... Help? Wait wait wait. First you tell me who you are."

"Of course. Back where I come from, they call me Ra. I came here on a mission and it requires your help." His expression changed to what looked like a lopsided smile.

"I'm just a teleport... That's all. I don't think I would be of any use to such a person like you."

"Teleport? My dear what if I told you that..." He came closer and even though your gut screamed for you to move away, you didn't. "In your hands lies a power much greater than you could imagine, just waiting to be released. A power that could make the planet shake, grounds collapse beneath your feet and bend at your will?" He said.

"Then I would call you a madman."

He smirked. "Put your hand on the ground, feel it. Feel it's energy run through you and use that energy. Make it yours." For some reason you felt almost obliged to do as he said. You slowly lowered yourself down to a crouching position and placed both your palms on the ground. You tried concentrating just as he said, followed his voice as he guided you through and soon later you felt the ground beneath your feet shake and shudder. Your eyes widened and you flinched your hand away.

"Did... I do that?" You looked at your palm and then at him. The man just nodded and smiled.

"Join me and I shall teach you much more than what you just saw."

"More?"

"Yes. So... Will you join me? Y/N?"

------ *present*

You placed your hands on the ground, creating an earthquake. You smirked devilishly looking at the group of people you made collapse. You stopped and walked over to Magneto.

"Nice... Ball." You knocked on it. Erik turned his head towards you.

"You did a good job down there." He made a small entrance big enough for you to climb inside the ball.

"Thanks. So uh... What's blue guy doing to Professor McLavendershirt?" You asked and created yourself a staircase up to his level with your powers.

"He's going to transfer his consciousness into his mind. Then he'll have the power to do anything." Erik smirked.

"That's... Good. Right?" You hopped from one step to another, around the interior of the field he created.

"Yes, I suppose."

Around 10 minutes later you heard a jet approach.You looked up and smiled. "My, my look who arrived..." Erik looked up too.

-----

"Erik!" You heard someone from below yell. It was the blue chick. What was her name? Mystique? Something like that for sure. Next to her stood...

Peter.

Your Peter.

You started walking down the steps carefully, slowly but surely. Peter noticed you and his eyes widened.

"Y-Y/N..." He gulped out. You smiled and walked all the way down.

"Erik, I know you think you've lost everything but you haven't." Mystique started talking. You kept your eyes on Peter and he kept his eyes on you. Truth be told, you missed him. Very much. " You have me, you have Charles." She looked at the speedster next to her. "You have more family than you know. You never had the chance to save your family before but you do now. That's what I've come here to tell you."  She stopped. You kept staring at your... Ex boyfriend and slowly started approaching the barrier.

"And you?" Erik asked Peter.

"I'm..." He looked at you and then at Erik, and then back at you and at him again. "I'm here for my family too." You were so close so the field you could could it with your hand. Peter came closer too. He lifted up his goggles. You could now see his eyes fully now and the emotions he his within them.

He put the palm of his hand on the field and so did you. Your hands were almost touching. So very close...

"Come back to me Y/N. Please." He whispered.

"Peter... Join us. He will show you amazing things. He taught me so much, he can teach you too."

"What... Y/N can't you see what he's trying to do? All he wants to do is destroy. Please... Come back." You sighed and pulled your hand away. You looked him in the eyes once more before slowly walking away.

"N- Y/N please don't go!" He tried pushing onto the barrier but to no avail. "Please! Please come back!" His voice was cracking. You looked up and saw Magneto looking back at you. He just nodded and looked away.

You placed your palm on the ground and created a small earthquake. Enough to make the ground shake. not enough to create any damage. You looked up at Peter who was standing in shock looking at the shaking ground.

"See Peter? Before I met him, before he found me I couldn't do anything. Now I make grounds shake with my hands." You let go. "Amazing huh?"

Suddenly you heard an ear piercing scream.

"Charles..." Mystique whimpered. "I'm going to fight for what I have left." She said to Erik. "Are you?" Her gaze shifted to you this time.

Peter too, looked at you one last time and ran off with her.

"Are they right?" You glanced at Magneto. "Are we the ones that are wrong here?"

"I don't know."

---- They were all right...

And you were all wrong.

You should have never joined this sick person. Ever. Now not only on my you lose your chance to be a part of something amazing but also you made Peter hate you.

You were sitting on a piece of debris, hidden away from the fight, crying silently when you heard a scream. A familiar sounding scream too. You ran over to the source and froze in shock.

You watched in horror as Apocalypse held Peter by his hair and Psylocke approached them with a sword in her hand. You wanted to scream but you couldn't even let out a single sound.

She swung her sword and... Slashed Apocalypse's neck.

What...

He let go of Peter and instead latched onto her neck. You looked in disbelief as she turned blue.

Mystique...

You looked around. Everybody was watching but nobody dared to make a move.

"Charles!" You heard him roar. "Come rescue your weakling! Give your life! For theirs!" Mystique was going limp in his grasp. "Will you do nothing?!" Suddenly he let her go. What was going on?

Everything... Everything was turning into dust and as one building almost completely vanished, you saw them... Beast, Jean, Scott, Professor... They were there and he was walking towards them.

You took the opportunity and ran to Peter. You shouted his name, making him look around. You fell to your knees in front of him.

"Peter. Jesus Christ Peter..." You cupped his face. He looked into your eyes and smiled. You used your powers to help him get his leg out of the ground and moved him into a more comfortable position. He winced in pain. You put his head on your lap and gently played with his hair as tears started falling from your eyes.

"It's very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate really." He said.

"Not what you had in mind?" You giggled a little and wiped off your tears.

"So inconvenient." He shook his head jokingly.

"I'm not sorry." You said and leant down and stopped when you were just inches away from his face.

"...me either." He whispered and connected your lips together. The kiss was incredibly needy and filled to the brim with emotion.

You were stopped by a giant thud. You pulled away and looked up. Two giant pieces of metal fell from the sky and created an X in front of Apocalypse. You looked the other way and noticed Erik, flying over to where you were sitting.

"You betray me?" Apocalypse hissed.

"No. I betrayed them." He started throwing whatever he only could in his direction.

Beast ran over to you, first he took Mystique and then he helped you pick up Peter. He placed them up against a wall and left. You kissed Peter one more time and stood up.

"Wait- Don't go." He grabbed your hand.

"I have to help them Peter. I have to make up for what I did." You said and teleported away.

----

"Alright, I'm not giving you any homework but nobody tell Professor Xavier okeaaaand he already knows. God damn it." You giggled when you heard Charles's voice in your head. Your pupils left the classroom. Well... Left.... Teleported away, evaporated, flied, ran through the walls whatever they only could, they were gone.

Not long after you heard a knock on the door and Peter walked in.

"Hey sweetheart." He grinned and pecked your lips.

"Hi." You grinned as well.

"So... How's it feel? Being a teacher?" He asked wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You know I gotta say... Pretty damn good..." You smiled. "I still can't believe that after all I did Charles still forgave me. Even more, let me have this job." You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck. "More importantly... I can't believe you forgave me."

"Oh of course I did." He snickered.

"I love you so much, you know that?"

"Love you too." He attacked your face with kisses, making you giggle like a little child.

[wildgrave]

a long ass post in which i discuss my v interesting day (including discussion on the racial inequality in the justice system & how we can stop conservatives from yelling about how undocumented immigrants are “taking our jobs”).

in race & ethnicity, we’re on our crime & punishment unit, and today one of my classmates spoke to our class about his experience with incarceration. 

essentially, he and a friend stole $57. he was a minor, and got 20 years. his friend was an adult, and got 18 months. all the other variables were the same -- same record, same judge, same public defendant -- except for race. the guy in my class is black, and his friend is white.

he talked a lot about his experience in prison and how fucked it is. how they do nothing to help or change or educate you, and how everything he learned while in prison was from his fellow inmates or from his own self-reflection (he spent a year in solitary confinement). he got out after 6 years after appealing his case with money he didn’t have (he was being paid 50 odd cents an hour) and is now on parole until 2037. and, of course, besides being given no help with rehabilitation, he’s also marked a felon for life, meaning that he can’t vote and it’s almost impossible to get a job (and part of his parole is that he must have a job).

he talked for about an hour, and everything he said was moving in one way or another. but the most moving thing by far was at the end, when a girl asked whether or not he regretted stealing the money. he said he didn’t, because otherwise he would have never known how fucked the system was, and wouldn’t now be able to advocate for change.

after class, i thanked him, and told him that he moved me. what i didn’t say was that he had literally changed my entire perspective. of course, i knew about racial inequality in the criminal justice system. 1 in 3 black men will be incarcerated. 1 in 6 latino men. 1 in 17 white men. i knew the numbers, but there’s a difference between reading a textbook and listening to someone who has been through it all speak to your face.

but it made me reconsider my entire career objective. i know i want to do something that helps people, and that i’m altruistic and want to make change -- why not this specific area?

but i had to go to my next class, which ended up being equally as interesting, but for completely different reasons.

we started off with a group presentation which is supposed to take 10 minutes. it took 45 minutes, because it sparked a debate. “debate” is putting it nicely. crudely put, we tore em a new one.

the presentation was about immigration from central and south america to the united states. the first two guys in the group both seemed liberal, but when the third guy started talking, it was clear where he stood, because the other two literally looked miserable as he rambled on and on about how dangerous undocumented immigrants are and how most of them bring drugs and how a wall is a good solution.

at the end, he asked for questions, which is where it all started.

first, i asked why he kept saying “they’re taking our jobs”. why does he feel that it’s his job to begin with? why does he feel a sense of entitlement for a job he doesn’t even want.

then, another guy, who it has been revealed to me has done extensive work to help undocumented immigrants (among other things), started SPITTING STATISTICS. this guy was literal fire. first he backed up my idea about american citizens not even wanting the jobs undocumented immigrants take -- 5% of american citizens are unemployed. out of that, 85% do not even look at jobs taken by undocumented immigrants. that means that less than one percent of americans are actually in competition for jobs with undocumented immigrants. 

seriously, this guy was amazing. he knew facts on top of facts off the top of his head, and he came for these guys. he questioned their sources and countered their claims.

after 45 minutes into class, my professor cut him off because we needed to actually do our lesson. i have no idea what it was, by the way, because i proceeded to start tweeting about unionization and undocumented immigrants -- you know, your classic liberal staples.

at the end of class, i approached the guy who had DESTROYED the presenter and told him how much i liked what he had to say. we ended up going to the cafeteria and talking for nearly two hours about various political things. he was really, really well read and interesting. he worked for a lot of things i like, like bernie’s campaign & black lives matter & this program to help relieve marginalized and migrant women of the poverty cycle. overall, v cool dude.

it wasnt until around 5pm that i remembered i had a project due at midnight. so i said goodbye and went home and FOUND OUT I CAN PUT MY BANGS INTO SPACE BUNS, TAKE THAT LONG HAIR, and just finished my project!

the assignment was to write a memo to a politician addressing an issue and providing a solution. i had no idea what to write about, so being under a time crunch, naturally i checked twitter. and i saw what i had been tweeting during class. and i thought, why not?

so i wrote my memo to senator tim kaine with an idea. and, keep in mind, i have no idea if this is actually plausible, but it theoretically makes sense, and i have some historical context so that its logical. 

essentially, my idea was on how to combat the issues that conservatives claim undocumented immigrants have on the economy/job market. the two main problems i was combating were 1) american citizens jobs being taken, and 2) benefiting from public goods without contributing thru taxes. i personally know that neither of these things are really an issue, but i was trying to find a solution to get republicans to shut up.

the solution i made up? repeal right-to-work in virginia & allow undocumented immigrants to unionize (which, coincidentally, is THE most left-wing sentence i have ever spoken).

i started off by explaining how right to work is NOT in the state constitution (we voted against adding it on election day) and therefore it is able to be repealed. then i made the historical comparisons between how we talked about black ppl post-civil war and how we talk about undocumented immigrants now. that is to say, white ppl have been using the same “they’re taking my job!” rhetoric for a long ass time.

my main comparison was during industrialization, when rly the only jobs black people could get were factory jobs or manual labor. since there werent many employment opportunities, they were willing to get less $$$. aside from replacing white workers with black workers aka cheaper labor, corporations also called in black ppl when white ppl went on strike. this created somewhat of a race war in the factory industry, which benefited neither race, but DID benefit the corp. a helluva whole lot, bc now they had workers COMPETING, and they could lower wages even more.

what solved this, you ask???? ALLOWING BLACK PPL INTO UNIONS. that way, they too could get fair pay, and since everyone was being paid the same, stopped racial competition in factories (for the most part; im generalizing a lot tho). 

so why not do the same thing now?? get rid of right to work in VA, and allow undocumented immigrants to join unions, thus stopping the undocumented workers vs. american citizen workers dichotomy that republicans especially have been trying to (and succeeding in) shoving down our throats and creating FEAR.

in addition, it puts an end to the “they don’t pay their fair share!” rhetoric. since undocumented immigrants are now apart of unions, their pay is no longer under the table. its legal. its traceable. its taxable. no more hearing ppl bullshit around about freeloading.

overall, i have no idea if thats actually, like, feasible, but i’d say it’s a pretty good idea for a project that i did in an hour. 

anyway that was my day & i know i rambled a LOT but cmon guys its ME, what did you EXPECT?>>>??