#if anyone who sees this wears a hijab feel free to leave comments on my lightbulb design or lmk if i need to change anything !!

[legendling]

my partner got me into object shows in the year of our lord 2024

hello osc community can we be frien d s,.

(its from s2, but just in case spoilers under the cut)

full lineup bc i unintentionally drew them in ranibow order

[nothesc]

NEW PROMPT!!

This one is from @carolyn4 and it said:  "Hi, could you please write something, about Sana being bullied or something, then he appears, defends and comforts her... Or something like that, please 😊😊"

First of all thank you so much for trusting me, I hope you like it !! 

I have to say that in this fic the fight and the kiss from 4x05 didn’t happen, I just wanted things to be okay with sana and yousef in this fic.

Also WARNING: This fic is about bullying so if you think you can be triggered in any way by that, please don’t read it. Also it contains insults and cursing. I wouldn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or upset so I think you should know that before deciding if you want to read it or not.

Also, I’m sorry for the messages from “the bully” that you’re going to read, they’re nasty and even I cringed while writing them ‘cause I really hope no one ever writes things like that to anyone. 

Well, I leave you now with the fic. It takes place in a few days so I’ll be indicating the days. (All screenshots are from Sana’s phone)

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WEDNESDAY 2:09 PM

THURSDAY 1:03 PM

FRIDAY 11:32 AM

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Four days. She had been receiving those texts for four days now. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, she had already been through this kind of stuff back in middle school so it wasn’t like it was anything new. That didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. It did. A lot.

But she just didn’t see the point on telling anyone. It was just some silly boy or girl who was bored and decided to pick her as a target. Eventually they would get tired.

 It was Saturday and the boys were at her house hanging out with Elias. Lately she had been getting closer to Yousef. They would hang out sometimes, he would even pick her up at school on Mondays, his free day. That meant that whenever he was with his friends she would try to avoid them ‘cause as much as she loved those boys, they were really annoying with the teasing.

But she was feeling a little down because of the texts, even if she didn’t want to admit it, so she decided that she could bear a little teasing if that meant she could get to talk with him for a bit.

 She went downstairs and stopped at the living room’s door. She looked inside and saw the boys playing video games.

“Hi” Sana said smiling

All the boys looked at her, greeted her and returned to look at the screen focused on their game, all the boys except Yousef, of course. He kept staring at her with a huge smile on his face, a smile that matched the one on hers. He was so focused on her that he wasn’t paying attention at all at the game, in fact, he had stopped playing which meant that in about 3 seconds he was going to lose.

“Yessss!” Elias and Mutta said high fiving.

“Damn it Yousef!” Adam, who was on his team cursed him, while Mikael who was taking a rest at the moment laughed at them. “Stop flirting man, we’ve lost because of you”

“Flirting? What are you talking about?” Yousef said offended

“Oh come on boy, you two are giving each other heart eyes nonstop every time you’re in the same room” Mikael said

“Hey, don’t be like that. He made us win, he can flirt all he wants” Elias said laughing

“Yeah? Well, we’re playing again and now Yousef is on your team” Adam said

“What? No, not as long as Sana is in the same room”

“Hey!” Sana said

“It’s true Sana, no one wants to be on Yousef’s team” Mutta said

“Come on guys!” Yousef whined.

“Leave the poor boy alone, it’s not his fault that he sucks at videogames.” Sana defended Yousef, well, kind of.

“Awww look at my sister defending his boy”

Both, Yousef and Sana instantly blushed at that comment.

“He’s not my boy” Sana said with a small mouth

“Suuuuuure” Adam laughed.

“Aww, you’re so cute!” Mikael said

She rolled her eyes at them but was smiling. Suddenly her phone beeped. She looked at it and her smile faded

She quickly put her phone back in her pocket and tried to act like nothing happened but Yousef was already looking at her with a suspicious expression. She forced a smile to calm him.

“Well, guys I think I’m going to let you play, so when you lose you won’t be able to blame me” She said turning around without any other look and going to her room.

SUNDAY 7:31 PM

MONDAY AFTERNOON

As every Monday since a couple of weeks ago, when she got out of school Yousef was waiting for her. She said goodbye to her friends and approached him with a big smile

“Hi” he greeted her

“Hi”

They both took a couple of seconds to stare at each other, if there was something that they did a lot, was staring, maybe the boys where right about the “giving each other heart eyes every time they were in the same room/place” thing.

“Shall we go?” he asked biting his lip

She nodded and started to walk by his side.

“So, how was school today?”

“It was okay, I got an 5.6 on my biology test”

“That’s my girl!” he said proudly

She looked at him raising an eyebrow

“Not like you’re my girl…what I meant is that I’m proud of you, ‘cause you’re smart and…” he stuttered

“I get it, relax” she laughed. “So, what do you have planned for your kids tomorrow?

His face lighten up, he loved talking about the kids from the kindergarten and he loved it when Sana would ask him about it, he liked that she was interested in it.

He started talking about how he had spent the whole morning preparing some songs and videos and drawings for the kids. Sana was listening at him attentively when her phone beeped. She was a little bit scared about looking at the message, she knew what kind of message it would probably be. She took a deep breath and opened it.

She felt her stomach sank, if the previous messages had upset her, this had hit her right in her heart. This was like reading her biggest fears. It was one thing reading messages saying mean things about her but it was a totally different thing reading stuff that she was actually thinking.

“Sana? Are you listening?” she heard Yousef asked, she hadn’t noticed that he had stopped talking.

“Huh?”

“Who is it?” he asked pointing at the phone

“No one” she said putting it back on her pocket

“Are you sure? You seem upset and I think it’s because of the text you’ve just received”

“I’m fine, it’s just school stuff. I just realized that I have an assignment due for tomorrow and I didn’t know it”

“Do you need any help?”

“No, it’s okay. I just need to get home and get to it”

“Oh, fine. Let’s go then” he said a little disappointed, he was hoping they could spend some time together.

She nodded and they walked in silence for a while

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked worried

“Yes, I’m fine.” She said, then she changed the subject “What were you saying about the kids?”

TUESDAY 12:14PM

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

It fell off as soon as she opened her locker before leaving the school that day. She picked the paper from the floor and read it. Her heart started to beat faster, her hands were shaking, she needed to get out of there.

She left school without saying goodbye to her friends, she was too scared and overwhelmed for that. All she wanted to do was be safe in her house.

 She spent the whole way from school to her house looking back to see if someone was following her, not stopping at any moment. When she finally reached her front door she heard steps behind her, steps that were getting closer and closer. She froze; she could feel someone standing there. She turned around without even thinking and yelled.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!”

In front of her a very confused Yousef was looking at her

“Sana? It’s me, it’s me” he said but she wasn’t listening, she was breathing too fast and shaking “Hey, hey, Sana look at me, it’s me, you’re safe”

She finally focused and saw him, really saw him. She was on the edge of a panic attack but she couldn’t allow herself that, she needed to seem strong. Yousef was looking at her with fear and concern in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I just, I thought you were someone else” she said as calm as she could, which wasn’t much.

“Who? Sana you’re shaking, who did you think I was?” he asked

“No one, just a mugger”

“Sana, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you, I made a mistake” she tried to defend herself

“No, it’s not just that Sana. I’ve seen the way you’ve been acting lately. You jump every time your phone beeps and your smile fades and right now you almost had a heart attack because I approached you. Something is clearly going on”

“It’s nothing, okay?” she said moving her hands exasperated.

It was a bad choice ‘cause her movements made the letter, who was still on her hand, fall to the floor. She tried to pick it up but Yousef was faster than her. He opened it and read it.

His head snapped up instantly, his eyes looked like fire, angry and worried at the same time

“What’s this?” he asked pointing the letter towards her “Sana, what’s this? Who sent you this?”

“It’s nothing” she whispered

“It’s not nothing, damn it Sana. Someone is threatening you, who is it?”

“I don’t know, okay?” she said clearly shaken up.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m just worried Sana. How long has this been going on?” he said in calm tone, or he tried

“About a week”

“A week? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s just someone being bored”

“Sana this is a threat, this is not someone being bored”

“That’s the first threat I’ve received. The other were just texts about me wearing the hijab or saying that I should leave the country or that you…” she stopped herself before continuing

“That I what?” he asked “Sana, that I what?”

“Nothing”

“Sana, please, trust me”

She sighed, he was not going to let it go.

“They said that I wasn’t good enough for you and that you would find some pretty Norwegian girl eventually. It’s fine, it’s not like I haven’t thought of that myself”

“What?” he took a step closer to her “Sana, are you believing those things?”

“No, I mean, I don’t care what they say about me being muslim, but I also know that it’s not like I’m the prettiest girl or the smartest or anything like that”

“Sana, listen to me very carefully okay?” he said looking at her eyes “I’m not even going to pretend that you don’t know I like you ‘cause I think we’re way past that point already, so I’m just going to say it like it is. You’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever met and I would never, ever, change you for any other girl, Norwegian or not Norwegian. Understood?”

She looked at him surprised.

“Sana?” he whispered “Please, don’t believe any of what those people are saying. Please, don’t let them get to you. None of that it’s true, okay?”

She bit her lip and nodded slightly.

“I’m going to find who they are and they’re going to hear me”

“You don’t have to do that” she said

“Of course I do. I know a guy, if you give me your phone he can find out who is sending them”

“Okay” she said handing him her phone a little reticently. “Are you going to read them?”

“No if you don’t want me to. I can give the phone to him and I won’t read them” he said

“You can read them if you want…now” she said

He nodded and opened the conversation. The more he read the sicker he felt. He couldn’t believe that she had been through that this past week and that he hadn’t done anything about it. He looked at her after he read them all.

“Can I…Can I hug you?” he asked her hesitantly.

He really wanted to comfort her. She was surprised at first at his question but then she nodded, she could really use a hug.

He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Everything is going to be okay” he whispered in her ear “I’m here for you”

He felt her nodding against his chest and he hugged her tighter wishing that he could stop the pain she was feeling.

THURSDAY 11:14AM

THURSDAY 9:24 PM

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

She saw him as she finished school on Friday. He was waiting for her, or at least that’s what she thought but as soon as he saw her instead of approaching her he approached a group of blonde girls that were standing a few meters from him. She instantly understood what was going on and she walked over to them.

“Hi, girls. How are you doing?” he said with a big smile

“Hi” one of the girls, the one that seemed the leader of the group, said.

“I’m sorry to bother but I just wanted to ask you something”

“Sure, ask it” the girl said playing with her hair

“Well, I wanted to know if your life is really that miserable and empty that the only way for you to have fun is by bullying this girl” he said pointing at Sana who had just joined them

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” the girl said rolling her eyes

“Don’t you? Aren’t you Emmelie, Agnete and Krista? Isn’t this your phone number?” he said showing them his phone with all of their information

“Where did you get that from?”

“Next time you want to bully someone you should know that it’s very easy to track a phone”

“We’re not bullying anyone. If she” Emmelie said pointing at Sana “is getting texts and letters is none of my business”

“Who said anything about letters?” Yousef asked raising his eyebrows.

Sana felt herself smiling proudly at him

“I just assumed…” Emmelie, who was the only one doing the talking, said “Besides, how do I even know that you did in fact track my phone?”

“Well, that has an easy solution. We can go to the police and let them track it, see if they find the same.”

“We’re sorry” Agnete said quickly

“We didn’t mean to, she made us do it” Krista added

Both of the girls looked really scared while Emmelie just looked at them with a death stare

“Please don’t go to the police” Agnete begged Sana “My parents will kill me, I’m sorry”

“Me too, please forgive us, we’re sorry” Krista said

“You’re pathetic” Emmelie told her friends rolling her eyes

“Is she? Or are you the pathetic one whose friends would throw under a bus at the first chance?” Yousef said

“Whatever” Emmelie said trying to act cool, but she was actually really scared about the police thing.

“We’re not going to the police…now. But if she receives any text, any letter, anything at all, you can be sure that we’re getting the three of you arrested. Understood?”

The three girls stayed silence, kind of afraid of him.

“I asked you a question. Understood?”

They nodded and quickly turned around and left.

“Wow” Sana said as soon as they were alone

“What?”

“That’s my boy” she said smiling

“Your boy, huh?” he teased her

“Don’t get too cocky, Acar. I’m still cooler than you”

“I have no doubt of that”

FRIDAY 10:09PM

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Well this is it!!!

I hoped you’ve liked it and that it hasn’t upset anyone! 

I’m sorry if it’s too long, I got carried away haha

Thank you so so much for reading♥

Also, I got a prompt related to today’s clip, I know that I always write the prompts in order of the date I received them but I think that it’d made more sense if the next prompt I write is that. Hope you don’t mind

[thickskinandelasticheart]

prompt: yousana harry potter AU. thank you!

This is sooo late and I am so sorry!! But here it is, also special shoutout to the LOVELY @iamacolor cause she’s the one who inspired me to write this fic! 

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Year One:

“Ravenclaw!” The sorting hat declared.

She smiles and walks proudly to her assigned house table. Generation after generation of Slytherins and now she has broken that tradition.

But her family won’t mind. The Bakkoushs don’t care much for silly notions of arrogant customs or unnatural house pride, as long as their children were happy. They’re pure bloods but unlike some other families, they’ve never been the type to look down at associating with half-bloods or muggle borns.

After all, her brother’s best friend, Yousef Acar, was a muggleborn. He smiles and waves at her from the Hufflepuff table.

Year Two:

Quidditch tryouts went better than expected. She was the youngest chaser in the Ravenclaw team.

And now she was playing against her brother. She smirks at him as the two teams line up against one another. His grin is equally arrogant and oh it’s on.

“Go Sanaaaa! Go Eliaaaas!” Yousef cheers from the crowd, and both Bakkoush siblings turn around to see him waving a green and silver flag in his left hand and a blue and bronze one in his right hand. It brings a smile to their faces.

The teams kick off on their brooms and Sana is determined to win her first game. She’s small but fierce, and the speed with which she flies surprises some of the older players.

Goal after goal, the Ravenclaw team keeps scoring but the Slytherin players aren’t too worried. They have their eyes on the snitch.

Elias is so close, arm outstretched and finger tips almost touching the tiny golden ball, but at the last second Mari swoops in and grabs it.

Cheers erupt as the Ravenclaw team is announced the winner by Quidditch commentator Mahdi Disi.

Sana swooshes around on her broom and does a victory lap while Elias rolls his eyes but is secretly happy for his sister, even though his own team lost.

Far below on the stands, she spots Yousef, waving the Ravenclaw flag and cheering as loudly as he can.

And she feels incredibly happy.

Summer Break Between Year Two and Year Three:

Yousef is staying over for the weekend. He is pathetic at Quidditch but that won’t stop Elias from making him get on a broom and attempt to hit the Quaffle. Half the time he’s trying to make sure he’s not falling off and any time the Quaffle comes near him he ducks instead of striking.

Sana watches from the sidelines until she can’t bear it any more.

“Elias you’re the worst teacher” she says as Yousef climbs down from his broom.

“And you can do better?”

“Oh please. Even Mom is better at Quidditch than you.”

Yousef makes an “oooooooohhhh” sound at the burn and Elias tosses his broom to Sana in response. “Fine, prove it then. By the end of the summer if he can beat me in a game then I’ll be your slave for an entire week. And vice versa.”

She smirks. “Get ready to serve Elias.”

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Sana is a patient and caring teacher, not all relentless energy like Elias, but just the right amount of passion mixed with encouragement.

“You’re going about this the wrong way.” She says as he swerves out of the way once again when the Quaffle is near him.

“You’re on defensive mode and you have to relax. Don’t worry about getting hurt, trust me you won’t. The Quaffle is not your enemy, it’s your friend. You have to pull it towards you, not push it away. Only then can you score.”

“Pull it towards me, not push it away.” He repeats as he flies closer to Sana.

“Yes.” She says when his shoulder is almost brushing hers, and for a second they both forget the game.

“So how’s it going future slave?” Elias shouts from his bedroom window and they both whip their heads around to glare at him.

“Let’s do this” Yousef says with renewed zeal.

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Sana truly enjoyed the week of having Elias do her bidding.

Year Three:

Sana makes sure that her Butterbeer is the non alcoholic version. She takes her first sip and the savors the warm butterscotch flavor running down her throat.

It’s her first time in Hogsmeade and so far she’s loving it. All her closest friends are here and smiles as she looks around their little group with girls from every house. Eva and Noora are Gryffindors, Chris is a Hufflepuff and Vilde is a Slytherin.

Outside she sees her brother and his friends making a snow man. Yousef sticks the carrot nose on his round face and it’s complete.

They hadn’t talked much once school had started, but something had definitely changed during summer. She always had a sort of crush on him but she never thought it was reciprocated. But those last few weeks of August, for the first time it had seemed, that she was wrong.

Year Four:

Yousef asks her out to the Yule Ball.

She wears shimmering blue robes with a floral white hijab. She taps her foot impatiently as the Champion Waltz drags on and on, and she can see Yousef standing on the other side, just as impatient.

When it’s finally time for them to dance, they both become shy. All that excitement from earlier is now turned to nervousness once they’re face to face.

Sana makes the first move and puts her hand on his shoulder. He gingerly wraps an arm around her waist and they twine their free hands together. They slowly sway with the music and with each second, the awkwardness falls away.

Unfortunately, Sana is as good at dancing as Yousef is at playing Quidditch. So she steps on his feet a few times but he just laughs it off.

“I told you I was a terrible dancer.”

He spins her around before replying, “Yet there’s no one else I would rather have as my partner.”

Sana blushes and stammers out a “sorry” as she steps on his toe once again.

But he gently guides and teaches her, just like she taught him.

Year Five:

It’s so beautiful. He thinks as Sana takes his hand and walks into the Room of Requirement.

It’s a masjid, with calligraphy engraved on the high ceilings and mimbars and shelves stacked with Qurans. He’s amazed.

“I didn’t feel comfortable praying in the dorm rooms, so I just walked by three times hoping for a masjid and when I enter, this place is waiting for me.”

He recalls what Mutasim told him about this room. It is a room that a person can only enter when they have real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker’s needs.

“And it is there every time?”

“Every time.” She says happily.

It’s her sanctuary, and he knows how special and private this area is to her, so it means a lot to him that she chose to share it with him.

He couldn’t have asked for a better final year at Hogwarts.  

Year Six:

She’s so stressed about exams, constantly revising and falling asleep in libraries.

Yousef writes her letters and talks about his experiences working at the Ministry of Magic and how he really doesn’t think it suits him. He’d much rather work as a teacher at Hogwarts, teaching potions to the students.

She reads them whenever she takes a break, and writes back lengthy letters of her own.

Year Seven:

The graduate seventh year students leave the Castle in a poetic and symbolic way, as they say goodbye to their beloved school via the enchanted boats that took them to Hogwarts prior to the start of their first year.

Sana sits on her boat with Chris, Eva, Noora and Vilde.

On either side of the lake families are clapping and taking photographs as each boat passes by.

“Sanaaaa!” Her father calls out and she spots them all standing together. Her parents, Elias, Jamilla and her big brother Ahmed, and Yousef.

He had come to her graduation ceremony as well.

In the letter he had sent last night, he had said, “I’m going to start teaching Potions at Hogwarts from next fall. It’s a shame that I’m coming back when you’re leaving. It’s okay, at least I know that if my students don’t like me and I get hexed, I’ll get a special discount at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries from Dr. Sana Bakkoush.”

She had rolled her eyes. As if anyone would ever hex Yousef, he would probably be the most popular Potions professor in the history of Hogwarts.

They all make embarrassing whooping noises as her boat passes by and she looks into Yousef’s camera and gives him a big smile as he clicks.

She would miss these halls, the forests, her special room so much. Hogwarts was her second home and it’s very hard to say goodbye.

But her heart lifts at the thought of her future and all the adventures that are yet to come, and she’s happy because even though this beloved chapter of her life is coming to a close, it’s a good ending, and an even better beginning.

[duaneodavila]

The Mind-Forged Manacles

Representative Ilhan Omar attends (Photo by BRENDAN SMIALOWSKI/AFP/Getty Images)

For anyone who is not aware, a great deal of public discussion has ensued over comments made by Representative Ilhan Omar at a benefit last month hosted by the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR). Here is what she said:

For far too long we have lived with the discomfort of being a second-class citizen. Frankly, I’m tired of it. And every single Muslim in this country should be tired of it. CAIR was founded after 9/11 because they recognized that some people did something and that all of us were starting to lose access to our civil liberties.

Rather predictably, interpretation of these comments has varied wildly depending on which side of the political spectrum one subscribes to. For Republican’s such as Representative Dan Crenshaw, or the President, Representative Ilhan Omar’s comments were portrayed in an absurdly dishonest manner. Seemingly given a cue, the New York Post and pundits within the populist right piled onto the absurdity by engaging in the same kind of politically correct, virtue signaling, outrage exhibitionism these same outlets and pundits continually criticize woke liberals for.

The blunt fact underlying all this behavior however, is that if you expect human biases not to be as prominently figured in the media as they are with human beings generally you are going to live in a constant state of disappointment. As with all human beings generally, when interacting with human media one has to take on the task to sort the good from the bad. The only other option is to disconnect entirely, something that in reality is not possible or broadly desired. The task itself however can be very rewarding. For example, Tom Rogan at the Washington Examiner, a notoriously right-wing leaning publication, mind you, had one of the better takes on Representative Omar’s comments.

More to the point, the issue Representative Omar was discussing in her original comments is worth the effort to understand. For one thing, Republicans themselves have had to confront elements on the right seeking to collectively blame and punish every sect of Islam and indeed every individual Muslim for 9/11. This kind of religious bigotry should necessarily provoke a reaction in condemnation here in the United States. If the reactors utilize the same type of collective blame game and ignore the nuances between the actions of a few as opposed to the many, however, then the mainstream response will only present another problem we have to acknowledge. Which is that a great deal of the left now categorizes all criticism of Islam, including criticism of ideas within the doctrine of Islam, as a version of right-wing bigotry and that this is a serious problem for anyone who wants to discuss the issues Representative Omar was referring to.

Here at Above The Law, I have written piece, after piece, after piece, criticizing conservative American Christians’ notions of law and culture. The responses I have received to some of these works has been … colorful, but to date, never has a liberal responded unfavorably. Simply switch these same conservative Christian Americans’ notions of modesty I have discussed “with brown Muslim ones,” however, and one can reasonably expect to see liberal outrage.

To use one example, like many female, Muslims Representative Omar wears a head covering known as a hijab. To those who may not be familiar, the hijab is representative of a conservative Muslim concept that equates concealing the female form with “modesty.” In other words, if a woman shows her hair or reveals her figure, she is seen by many Muslims as being immodest. As Maajid Nawaz, who heads the globally active organization Quilliam that focuses on matters of religious extremism will tell you, the hijab represents:

a not-so-subtle form of bigotry against the female form, and it has real consequences, including rising social-conservative attitudes across Muslim communities around gender and sexual freedom. In too many instances across Muslim-majority societies, including those embedded in Europe, this “modesty theology” has led to slut-shaming of women who do not cover. Worse yet, it can lead to so-called honor killings.

Of course, Representative Omar is not advocating for honor killings and has every right to wear a hijab, regardless of what I or figures such as Maajid think of the concept behind it. In fact, this ability to choose to wear the hijab or not is precisely what separates the United States from other, objectively worse places in the world. But, my criticism of Representative Omar goes well beyond the idea behind the hijab to her policy positions towards certain religions. Because when it comes to Israel, Representative Omar seems to view a policy of sanctions as an effective way to force the regime to change their behavior towards populations under its control. Yet, when it comes to Venezuela and its dictator, suddenly sanctions are described as “economic sabotage” that will only serve to starve the people. In addition, Representative Omar has expressed some alarming anti-semitic tropes, for which she has repeatedly apologized for, such as that Israel is “hypnotizing the world.

Like Representative Omar, I want to discuss these issues without having to defend against some mind-forged manacle trying to confine me within a convenient collective to blame. It is only by taking the effort to work through complex issues with reason, logic, and debate that we will see any human progress. Although human bias is inevitable in this process, simply walking away and leaving the narrative to the extremists, obfuscators, and hypocrites does not help matters either.

Tyler Broker’s work has been published in the Gonzaga Law Review, the Albany Law Review, and is forthcoming in the University of Memphis Law Review. Feel free to email him or follow him on Twitter to discuss his column.

The Mind-Forged Manacles republished via Above the Law