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Belmont Soccer

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Was Belmont University student Jillian Ludwig shot by Shaquille Taylor in Nashville, Tennessee?

Jillian Ludwig, 18, of Wall, Tom Green County, Texas, United States is a musician. She was born in New Jersey, USA and she attended Wall High School in Wall.

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New Audio: Abby Carroll Shares Gorgeous and Heartbreaking "Lovers to Strangers"

New Audio: Abby Carroll Shares Gorgeous and Heartbreaking "Lovers to Strangers" @heygroover @romainpalmieri @DorianPerron

Abby Carroll is a Greenville, SC-born singer/songwriter, who’s currently a songwriting and music business major at Nashville‘s Belmont University. Carroll has been releasing self-produced music influenced by Aimee Mann since she was 15. The Greenville-born, Nashville-based artist’s latest single “Lovers to Strangers” is the first of three new releases that she has worked on with a local…

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belmont university, the acklen estate and belmont mansion owe slave reparations

it’s an embarassment to us all

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Wake with Jackie Therrien

Mustard had the pleasure of speaking with New Hampshire's Jackie Therrien. Together we discussed being an multi-instrumentalist, what they've learned so far at Belmont University, their newest single "Wake", and so much more!

Mustard had the pleasure of speaking with New Hampshire’s Jackie Therrien. Together we discussed being an multi-instrumentalist, what they’ve learned so far at Belmont University, their newest single “Wake”, and so much more! 1. Mustard is grateful to have you join them at Music Shelf. How are you? I’m good! Thank you so much for reaching out to chat!! 2. You began writing instrumental music…

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i love robert carlyle. such a talented actor. with such roles as

guy with something seriously wrong with him

guy with something seriously wrong with him

guy with something seriously wrong with him

gay

guy with something seriously wrong with him

gay guy with something seriously wrong with him

guy with something seriously wrong with him

guy with s-

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oh hey your blog doesn’t look active lately, but if you pop in, join me in calling for belmont university and the belmont mansion to pay slavery reparations to descendants of those who were enslaved back to the foundations of the place and to the Black community

Our Letter

This morning news broke about a Belmont University student who posted a racist snapchat, showing a picture of several black NFL football players protesting, his caption said, “Piece of shit n******. Every one of them needs a damn bullet in their head. If you don’t like this country get the hell out.”

The screenshot of this post, and a call for the student to be expelled began to circulate Facebook.  Soon after, Belmont University shared the following:

“This morning, we were made aware of a racist social media post by a freshman student at Belmont. We reject comments rooted in racism or bigotry. This is not free speech—this is hate speech. The University is investigating and will take immediate action. As a Christian institution it is our goal to build a diverse and inclusive community where all members feel accepted, safe and valued”

An hour later, an update surfaced, saying that the student in question was no longer a student at Belmont University. To some it seems as though the issue has been resolved.

However, for many students and alumni, we see this not as the end of a story, but the beginning of a conversation on how we can continue to make our community a better place. Swiftly addressing this individual racist post serves as a beginning, but there remains a dire need to address the whole of racism, both explicit and implicit, past and present, at Belmont University.  We must not allow ourselves to feel too quickly righteous or absolved upon the exit of the student from the university; we must not allow ourselves to grow satisfied in addressing only symptoms.  Before we can meaningfully address current problems, we must acknowledge our past.

Belmont University’s history, like much of the narrative of our nation, is inextricably woven to the exploitation of black bodies in the form of slave labor. At the time of the 1860 slave census, 32 enslaved people lived and worked on the current grounds of Belmont University. The fortune Adelicia Acklen acquired from her first husband, Isaac Franklin, that resulted in the building of the Belmont Mansion, came from his involvement in the domestic slave trade and from expansive plantations in Tennessee, Louisiana, and Texas.  When prospective students are welcomed to campus and given tours, the university is quick to claim the positive aspects of its unique history as an estate of a wealthy woman yet fails to acknowledge its troubling past of enslavement and exploitation.  Belmont has remained silent, letting the monuments of the past cast dark shadows on the present.  When we remain silent and fail to condemn its own history, we fail to condemn slavery, and thus normalize and minimize the gravity and seriousness of the brutal oppression experienced by African Americans on the soil of our own campus.  

During Welcome Week freshman year, new students are taken on a “ghost tour” of Belmont, and told ghost stories. These are the stories of students past that now haunt the buildings.  What they don’t do is tell the stories of the ghosts that haunt the grounds: the souls of those who were told they were less than human, they were chattel, they were not made in the image of God. These were all tactics used for the justification for the exploitation of their labor. These ghosts very actively haunt us to this day, and we will never see justice, peace, or reconciliation until we reckon with this bloodied past.

Now Cain said to his brother Abel, “Let’s go out to the field.” While they were in the field, Cain attacked his brother Abel and killed him.

Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

The Lord said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground. Now you are under a curse and driven from the ground, which opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand. When you work the ground, it will no longer yield its crops for you. You will be a restless wanderer on the earth. —-Genesis 4:8-12

We believe that all humans are made in the image of God. We believe we are the family of God. This passage from the book of Genesis is a story of brother killing brother. Through the dehumanization of people of color (as referred to above), in particular our black brothers and sisters, we have violently oppressed our brother, and the blood cries out from the ground. In this case, the blood cries out from the very ground that we live, eat, sleep, study, love, and laugh on. The Lord cries out a curse to Cain, a curse that we can feel echoed on the grounds of our own beloved university. It passes on, generation to generation until we reckon with the past. We have killed our brother, and we have not confessed, and we have not repented as the Gospel and the Bible call us to. We want to join together in this collective and communal process to walk that path as we are called, in a manner worthy of Christ.

Belmont has said that it’s goal is to build a “diverse and inclusive community where all members feel accepted, safe and valued.“ And we want to do everything we can to help Belmont achieve that goal. We believe that we will never be able to do that until we reckon with the blood on the ground. The ground that we work is cursed, the land is fallow and continues to yield more pain and suffering for people of color. We believe, we will not bear good fruit until these atrocities are acknowledged, confessed, and repented of.

We do not believe those words written by that freshman student are an isolated incident. We would all love to believe that this individual was an exception to the rule, but we would be remiss if we failed to recognize the culture which has allowed something like this to happen– Why did a student post such racist and violent hate speech on social media? How did we as an institution arrive at the place where not only did someone believe those words, but felt comfortable enough to utter them in such a public way? It is not fair to place all of the blame on an individual, when our country and our culture has been responsible for leading us to this point.

We are called as Christians–”Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. “ (Romans 12:2)

I think we would all like to distance ourselves from that individual and isolate our understanding of racism only to people like that student, but we would be missing the bigger picture and an opportunity to see our university come closer to the community of faith, courage, and compassion that we hope and aspire to be. We must connect our history, our past to the situation at present in order to begin to seek more effective solutions. The environment at Belmont University for people of color is often unwelcoming and in its worst moments, oppressive. Something must be done to change that.

In the same way that we cannot cast the blame all on this one student, we must also acknowledge that the blame cannot be hoisted solely upon the administration. Systemic institutions of oppression were not built by one person, they are not sustained by one, and they also will not be redeemed and rebuilt by the actions of one or even a select group of people. We, the many individuals that make up Belmont’s community must work together to see this through, to offer ourselves, our resources, our creativity, our intellect, and our many other gifts to see that as the Belmont family, we give Belmont every opportunity to succeed in seeing this vision come to fruition.

We are asking that people come forward with their stories, songs, poems, and pictures so that we can begin to understand the many and complex ways that racism has pervaded our community. We believe that they will help us to gather a more comprehensive foundation upon which we can start to find the healing we all so desperately need and seek. To submit your story (in whatever medium you’d like to use), go to http://raceatbelmont.tumblr.com/submit. 

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Fina: Marta, that look on your face doesn’t suggest anything good. Did you talk to your father about Barcelona?

Marta: Yesterday, when I entered his office, he was already on the phone talking with the store there. I tried to reason with him, but he doesn’t want to change his mind.

Fina: He has no right to do this to us.

Marta: But he can do it.

Fina: I told my father, and he said he talked to him, but he won’t back down, Marta. He’s going to do whatever it takes to separate us, whatever it takes.

Marta: It’s much more than that. He’s trying to protect us. That’s why he wants to keep me away from you.

Fina: But protect us from whom?

Marta: From the person who sent him the photos—my brother Jesús.

Fina: But does he know it was him? Did Jesús give him those photos?

Marta: He suspects it, just like I do. My father isn’t stupid, and we both know what my brother is like.

Fina: And do you really think Don Damián de la Reina can’t control him? He could try to curb his son’s ambitions. After all, this is his factory. But let me tell you something, Marta. If Jesús took those photos, it’s a guarantee that things won’t get too out of hand, because your brother wants to control the company, but he wouldn’t dare send his sister to jail.

Marta: Right now, we can’t be sure what my brother is capable of. And I saw my father really worried. What truly concerns me is that Jesús might do something against you.

Fina: Yes, and what else can he do?

Marta: Fina, after all, I’m his sister. You’re no one to him.

Fina: Marta, the damage is already done because if I have to go, I have to go without you and without my father.

Marta: Maybe he could go with you.

Fina: No, he can’t go with me, Marta, because he’s old and sick. I can’t condemn him to leave his home, to die far from everything that’s been his life. I’m going to have to go alone, without you, without my friends, without my father, without any support, and I don’t want to go. I’m terrified, Marta. You said you would solve it.

Marta: I’m terrified too. I’ve tried to do everything possible. I think maybe now we just have to wait for things to calm down.

Fina: Wait?

Marta: Right now, I don’t know what else we can do.

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Belmont Volleyball

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So, lately I've been reading my way through some really good Castlevania fics on A03, and I have to say that while there exists a delicious selection of fix-its....

There is a definitive lack of time-travel fics where the Nocturne-era crew get sent back to 1400s Wallachia.

Imagine the insanity of that scenario? Maria, Richter, Annette, and Juste have never known anything quite as bad as the full power of Dracula's wrath. Even Ezrebet Bathory couldn't hold a candle to carnage and destruction on that scale.

Alucard is just having an all around awful time for obvious reasons, and then you have Trevor and Sypha. Trevor is just doing Trevor, getting drunk and trying to forget his grief when WHABAM!... More Belmonts, two other random hunters, and a super old dhampir with depression. He is not emotionally prepared for any of that, and neither are the others.

Sypha is just doing Sypha, trying to save the world and looking for the right crew to help her out with that. She has no idea what her presence (and Trevor's) mean to Alucard, just that she's found her Hunter and Soldier.

Trevor is immediately both protective of his newly materialized relatives and standoffish with them. He of course has no idea that they've time-traveled or that he's their ancestor, so while he sees Richter as "just a kid" and innocent of any wrongdoing, he holds some resentment towards Juste because his perspective is basically "Why didn't this surviving elder of the Belmont clan come to try and help me when I was alone as a child? Did he genuinely not know that I was alive or did he just not care?"

Richter really wants to say something and set the record straight, but Juste finds it easier to be loathed than to try explaining, so he keeps Richter quiet.

Maria is still just mourning her mother and trying to recover, so she mostly does her own thing while occasionally spending some time practicing magic alongside Sypha and Annette.

Annette isn't sure how to feel about this whole clusterfuck, but she's pretty sure that she hates it, and she definitely hates having to watch as people undergo even greater suffering around her.

Alucard is crying in the corner, he's so fucking exhausted but can't tell anybody because he needs to be strong for "the kids," Oh..... And also this version of Trevor still hates anything and everything night related, even him, so showing weakness just gets him mocked.

And there's Dracula coming in from the left with a steel chair!!!!!!! 😮 🪑

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I want to see an AU where these three pull off a bank heist.

Or any kind of heist in general.

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Sometimes I see the way media handles female characters and I'm just like, "Oh my god, that's so cool. I don't even want you to change that. I just want you to notice how cool that is. Why aren't you doing something with this amazing thing you wrote? It's so fucking cool."

When I seize control of the Castlevania franchise in a bloody coup, the first thing I'm doing is giving this woman her due.

So. Like. The plot of Castlevania is that the Belmont clan is a long family bloodline of vampire hunters who slay a variety of monsters and routinely kill Dracula every time he shows up. The key to their success is the powerful weapon Vampire Killer, an ultra-sanctified super-weapon that cuts the undead to ribbons so hard the crucifix gets jealous.

(Actually, no, crucifix is OP in Castlevania if used well, but I digress.)

Point is, Castlevania once went into detail about the origins of the Vampire Killer. And its origin was this woman. Sara Trantoul, a young woman afflicted with vampirism who decided that, instead of becoming a vampire, she was going to do some alchemy shit to transmute her very soul into the holiest goddamn weapon in the history of sacred artifacts that lethally fucks up every vampire it comes into contact with.

This woman is to the Belmont bloodline what Raava is to the Avatar. What Fi is to the Master Sword. The key to their ability to slay monsters and fight Dracula comes from a teenage alchemist's undying, eternal determination to get his ass. (Well, to get the ass of the vampire whose powers he stole but same deal really.)

In the games, she basically stops being a factor after the one that introduced her. She's a footnote in the canon of Castlevania, far less important than the whip.

But. Like. Her soul is literally in the whip. I've always imagined Sara as, like, the spirit guide and mentor figure and advisor and shit to every Belmont. Like when the whip is officially passed down, your first challenge is to take it and commune with Sara for the first time, the way the Avatar communes with their past lives.

And then she's with the Belmont in spirit. She knows everything. Can name all of the various creatures they might fight. Encyclopedic understanding of the lore. Trades barbs with Death, who (along with Dracula) is one of the few creatures that can see her. Friendly banters with Alucard about her latest Belmont.

Even if your parents were slaughtered as a child and it was all they could do to get you to safety and there's nobody to teach you how to be a Belmont, as long as you have The Whip, there's still Sara.

This character has so much potential to be such a cool piece of the narrative puzzle. It's already there. All she needs is presence.

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I absolutely fucking love Castlevania: Nocturne.

It's fun, it's bloody, lots of anction and lot's of soul, like in the original.

I love every single character. I love having my boy back, even though he looks younger after 300 something years. Love my new ungreatul wanker. Sypha would have been proud of him and Maria. Annette and Edouard? Are you kidding me? If the show was about them, I would cry every episode. Turns out, I don't hate opera that much.

But let's agree, Erzebet Bathory doesn't measure up to Dracula. (Who's Dracula?) And her motivation also really doesn't. Carmilla held the same broad goal as Dracula did: Revenge. Compared to that, power about power for vampires isn't as fun. To put it nicely, Bathory lore and Sechmet lore seem so far from each other.

And what's up with Drolta? Don't mind me, she's fucking gorgeous. But she's also an eyesore. She goes from a very glorified owner of a goth club to a Baldur's gate succubus type character. Yeah, she has that dress, but it is also not...anything time appropiate. Glad she's dead. Very curious to see what Tera would look like as Erzebet's apprentice or whatever.

The whole Abbot thing is fine. I'm glad he's suffered. Watching Mizrak's world crumble with Abbot's integrity was very intresting. I hope Mizrak doesn't die. I can't handle thinking about loneliness Olrox endures.

So, yeah. I would forever detest Netflix if this one doesn't move on to the second season and many more after. As if i'm in love with Netflix, but still.

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hi, when will you be paying slavery reparations?

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