#old British police

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[koszmarnybudyn]

Daisy's been on my brain recently.

[diantheia]

Because I might be the only British person here, I need to bring back this classic in light of recent conversation:

[destielmemenews]

"Former One Direction singer Liam Payne died outside a hotel in the Argentine capital Buenos Aires, local media reported on Wednesday, saying the 31-year-old British musician was found dead after falling from the hotel's third floor.

Citing officials, leading local newspapers La Nacion and Clarin reported that police were called to the hotel in the capital's leafy Palermo neighborhood responding to an emergency call that cited "an aggressive man who could be under the effects of drugs and alcohol.""

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[athena5898]

(Quds) British Police called an 87-year-old pro-Gaza Holocaust survivor Stephen Kapos for questioning for taking part in a pro-Palestine demonstration where he lay flowers to honor tens of thousands of Palestinian children killed by the Israeli army during the genocide in Gaza.

[ph-cutie]

disco elysium first few hours is really an experience like no other. dont remember anything my face is weird hot troubled bisexual girl walks away from a conversation with me millenial british chap with lightless eyes says i owe him 130 bucks anglodutch youth calling me his loser bitch pig finnish youth calling me a fat fucking faggot my new police partner telling me i need to conduct myself in a more professional manner my old police partner telling me im a waste of air the bloated rotting corpse bloating and rotting (i frew up) and then harassing me inside my brain. At the top of my game like noone else

[laurashapiro-noreally]

So on my last rewatch I noticed how Aziraphale is gently amused (though never condescending) to Muriel and their "I'm a human police officer" routine.

But then, in the very same episode, without a trace of irony or self-awareness, our sweet angel dons his very best 1949 journalist cosplay and announces "I'm what's known as a newspaper man!"

He is just as excited, and almost as naive, as Muriel here -- down to not reading the big THE RESURRECTIONIST sign on the wall of the pub. "Gimme the facts!" He quips giddily. Might as well be saying "Wot's all this then?"

He's been here six thousand years but he is still an Eldritch being in a human suit and a giant goofball with no interest in keeping up with the times and it is fascinating and lovable that he can recognize Muriel's ridiculousness and not see his own.

How very like all of us.

[ Image Description: Two GIFs, the first of Muriel in a solid white old-fashioned British police officer uniform gleefully saying, "'Ello, 'ello, 'ello. What's all this then?" at Aziraphale's door. The other of Aziraphale dressed as a stereotypical old-fashioned journalist excitedly asking, "Is this the Resurrectionist public house?" End ID. ]

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[obaewankenope]

American to English translation for fic

So I read and write fanfic, as do lots of others, and I've noticed that when it comes to British shows or movies, Americanisms or American terms crop up often. It's mostly because most don't know we have specific terms for things in the UK, and I've seen references here and there before, but I've decided to write one of my own. Feel free to add to it tho! I'm gonna put it up on Ao3 too and any additions, I'll reference the tumblr and link them on Ao3 too.

AO3 link is here!!

Anyway, here we go I guess.

Some Americanisms to English-isms

Gas = fuel/petrol/diesel (we tend to specify the type of fuel the vehicle uses, diesel vehicle or petrol vehicle for example)

Gas station = petrol/fuel station

Gas court = petrol/fuel court, or sometimes forecourt (not often with this one tho)

License plate = registration plate/reg

Diner = cafe

Fast-food = takeaway (this is sort of interchangeable. McDonald's is called fast food, a meal from a pizza place that delivers is takeaway)

Motel = hotel

Side-note: We tend to use specific named hotel chains like Premier Inn (or Prem-Inn for short) or Holiday Inn or Travelodge. We also have Britannia Hotels and several others. If the fic is based in a specific place, local hotels or famous ones may be better options. For example, in Liverpool, we have The Shankly or Adelphi.

Cab = taxi or black hac for a specific type of taxi.

Side-note: These are what you see in BBC Sherlock, for example, and are a UK staple. They're less popular or common-place nowadays but there are dedicated taxi companies that use them. There's on in my town that operates until 4pm each day. They are also usually more expensive than a car taxi but they have oodles of space and you can have a pram/buggy kept upright rather than folded-down in them which is brilliant.

Cop = police officer

Side note: more informal, colloquial terms include "copper", "the fuzz", "tit-head" (because of the nipple hat okay, just look up the hat, it's hilarious), "bobby", "rozzer" (pronounced r-o-z-er not Row-zer), and "the bill" (there's an actual show called this btw. It can be a good reference for anyone writing crime fic in UK). There's more but those are the most common. Older terms do include "peelers" and "old bill".

Second side-note: the police have a whole host of terms, colloquial and slang that can be a great thing to include in fic, which I'll link a glossary of here. It's not all UK centric but cross-country policing is a thing so that may just be a boon imho. Also the short-hand acroynmns used are useful so here's a link to the Metropolitan Police glossary of those too!

Patrolman = constable or police constable

Antenna = aerial or TV aerial

Fall (season) = autumn

Bill = banknote or specifically "tenner", "fiver", "twenny" (not "twenty"). We don't have single banknotes like a dollar bill. We have pound coins

Dimes, nickels, etc = pound coin, two-pound coin, fifty-pence, penny, two-pence, five-pence, ten-pence, twenty-pence (link here about the coin currency)

Drug store = chemist or pharmacy

Optometrist = optician

Primary care physician = GP (general practitioner) here's a link about UK medical terms for doctors etc

Side-note: here's a link about medical terminologies etc between American and UK

Social security number = national insurance number

Liquor store = off-license or, specifically, Bargain Booze™

Liquor = spirits (usually)

Store = shop

Target, Walmart, etc = honestly, it's probably gonna be Tesco, ASDA, Morrisons, ALDI or Lidl

Superstore = supermarket

Shopping cart = shopping trolley or just "trolley"

Yard-sale = car-boot/car-bootie/car-boot sale

Attorney = barrister or solicitor (solicitors you go to for legal help, barristers tend to be involved in actual court matters, like a the Crown Prosecution Service), here's a link that explains it better

Janitor = caretaker

French-fries = chips (although McDonald's French-fries are just that, French-fries)

Intersection = crossroad

Highway/freeway = motorway

Interstate = usually an A-road or a motorway, we don't really have interstates here)

Overpass = flyover

Turnpike = toll motorway

Windshield = windscreen

Trunk of a car = boot or car boot

Hood of a car = bonnet or car bonnet

Truck = lorry

Sedan = saloon car

Blowout = puncture or flat tyre

Pavement = road

Sidewalk = path

Subway = underground (like the London Underground)

Drapes = curtains (though we do use "drapes" we tend to say "curtains" more)

Pacifier = dummy or "dodo" or "dodi"

Diaper = nappie or a pull-up (if its like underwear for toddlers)

Baby crib = baby cot (though we do use "crib", we tend to say "cot" more)

Baby carriage/pushchair/stroller = pram or buggy (more specific type tho, here's a link about the differences)

Trash/garbage can = bin, dustbin, rubbish bin

Garbage/trash collector = binman/binmen

Mail = post

Mailman = postman

Mailbox = postbox

The movies = cinema or pictures

Movie = film (less common nowadays with influence of Americanisms but I still use "film" and a lot of people my age and older do too (25+)

First floor = ground floor okay, it's the ground floor because it's on ground level

Sneakers = unless they're Converse, it's probably just "trainers"

Baggage = luggage

Purse (as in the bag) = handbag, or "purse" but that tends to be the thing you put your money and cards in then put in your handbag

Vacuum cleaner = hoover or a specific brand like Henry Hoover™, which you'll find we tend to just call Henry (though I have a John Lewis hoover I got from George, ASDA that I've named 'George' and yes, I do say "I need to use George in a bit to hoover" regularly)

Sweater = jumper or, if it buttons up it's a cardigan or cardi

Closet = wardrobe

Elevator = lift

Call collect = reverse charges

Schools = we have primary/infants (11yrs)and secondary/high school (11-16yo) with some high schools have sixth-form college (16-18yo) or actual independent colleges for the same ages

College = university

Semester = term

Vacation = holiday

Kindergarten = nursey/reception

Flashlight = torch

Wrench = spanner

Backyard = garden

Cookie = biscuits

Chips = crisps (like Walkers™ or Lays™ in the States)

Pants = trousers

Cottoncandy = candyfloss

Dude = bloke/fella/mate

John Doe = John Smith

Exhausted (tired) = knackered

Cell phone = mobile

Cell data = mobile data/4G/5G

Bathroom/restroom = loo/toilet (informal term "bog")

Thanks = cheers

Soccer = football

Y'all = "you lot"

Fuck off/hit the road/go away = bugger off

Some slang phrases too

Bits and bobs = stuff, usually random

Take the mick/mickey = making fun of someone or over-exaggerating

Bob's your uncle = there you go, basically

Bog standard = typical, run of the mill kind of deal

Gutted = feel upset, disappointed

Dull as dishwater = basically really, really fuckin boring

Chinwag = basically "shooting the breeze" or just having a talk/chat

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If you have any others that you think of or want added, reblog and add em! Tags too if you'd prefer but reblogs would be easier ☺️

[artistmarchalius]

Cockney Rhyming Slang Phrases Part 2

In a previous post I went into Cockney rhyming slang history and gave some tips on how to use it.

This is the second post in a series where I’ll give you some commonly used Cockney rhyming slang phrases, phrases that I find funny, as well as some phrases that I think would be useful for Spider-Verse fic writers specifically. Part 1 of this series can be found here.

So let’s get started on Part 2!

C-D

China Plate - Mate

E.g. “How are you, me old China?” Or “I’m meeting me old China at the pub later.”

Cobblers Awls - Balls

E.g. “Ooh! Got him right in the cobblers!”

It can also be used to mean “Nonsense”. E.g. “What a load of cobblers!” is another way of saying “What a load of nonsense!”

Cream Crackered - Knackered

E.g. “Sorry mate, I’m creamed!” Or “I’m cream crackered!”

Custard and Jelly - Telly (Television)

E.g. “Shh! I’m watching the custard.”

Daisy Roots - Boots

E.g. “Hang on, I need to put my daisies on!”

Dicky Bird - Word

E.g. “Not a dicky bird, mate.”

Another example of where you usually use the whole phrase. Also, “word” can also mean “a brief chat”. E.g. “Can I have a dicky bird?”

Dog and Bone - Phone

E.g. “You know what, give me a call on the old dog and bone and we’ll sort it out then.”

Duck and Dive - Skive

E.g. “Let’s duck!” Or “I gotta duck.”

Skive means to avoid work, usually by leaving early, similar to what Americans might call “playing hooky”.

Dustbin Lid - Kid

E.g. “How’s the dustbin lid?”

As mentioned in Part 1, it’s good to keep in mind that there can be multiple Cockney rhyming slang phrases for the same word, as well as multiple Cockney rhyming slang phrases that start with the same word. For more information, see Part 1.

As always, I’m not an expert; a true Cockney would know far more than I do. I just want to share the knowledge that I have. I hope someone will find this helpful, informative, or entertaining at the very least.

I’ve got more Cockney rhyming slang phrases coming, but if there’s any other areas of British slang you’d like me to go into, let me know and I’ll see what I can do!

Happy writing and happy speaking!

My other British slang posts: Cockney Rhyming Slang, Cockney Rhyming Slang Phrases Part 1, British Police Slang, Terms of Endearment, Innit VS In’t - a PSA

[lovern-9]

This is the first time I’ve written a fic before and definitely won’t be the last.

Pls tell me if this is good or bad or if u need more thanks for reading!!

Golden Girl

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Pedro Pascal adjusted his bow tie in the mirror, exhaling as he heard the hum of the audience behind the curtain. Oscar night was always a big deal, but this year? This year was different.

Because this year, his wife, his brilliant, sharp-witted, utterly irreplaceable wife was nominated for Best Actress.

You had been through hell and back since you were a child, fought for every bit of success with a stubbornness he admired (and, if he was honest, found a little intimidating at times). But even after everything life had thrown at you, you still laughed. You still made him laugh so hard, sometimes, that he’d have to clutch his chest like some old man having a heart attack.

And you still had that British charm, the quick wit, the effortless way you could take the piss out of him and somehow make him love you even more for it.

He grinned to himself, then stepped onto the stage, greeted by roaring applause.

"It is my absolute honor to present the award for Best Actress," he announced, the gold envelope cool between his fingers. "These women have delivered performances that broke our hearts, inspired us, and reminded us why we love storytelling."

The screen played clips of each nominee, and when your scene flashed across it, Pedro felt his heart swell. He had seen you in your element a million times, but watching you like this, knowing the world was seeing what he always saw. God he was proud.

Then came the moment.

He slid his thumb under the envelope’s seal, and when he saw the name inside, he let out a breathless chuckle.

It was you.

He looked up, warmth filling his voice. "My love, the spectacular Y/N L/N!”

The room exploded into cheers.

The camera caught your reaction,eyes wide, hand over your mouth whilst it hung open in shock. You turned to your table, then back to Pedro, blinking like you’d misheard him. He gave you a look, one that said, “cmon, love, before I come carry you up here myself.”

Stumbling to your feet, you made your way to the stage. When you reached him, Pedro pulled you in for a tight hug, whispering, "Told you so, mi amor."

You pecked his cheek before taking the golden statue from him.

Turning to the microphone, you let out a breathy laugh, still a bit dazed. "Fucking hell," you muttered, earning laughter from the crowd. "This is mad oh my god this is actually crazy."

Pedro stepped back, hands clasped, watching you with a grin.

"I don’t know where to start," you continued. "This film changed my life, and I have so many people to thank the..th-the cast, the crew, my incredible director. But most of all, I want to thank my husband."

Pedro’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, and the audience let out an affectionate "aww."

You turned toward him, eyes glistening. "Pedro, my love, my pain in the arse",I chuckle. More laughter. "You are my rock, my safe place, my best friend. You make me laugh when I don’t want to, you put up with my mood swings and the roller coaster of emotions I put you through and you remind me every single day that I’m not alone. I love you more than words can say.I love you querido (darling)"

Pedro placed a hand over his heart, dramatically pretending to swoon. You rolled your eyes but bit back a smile.

"Alright, alright," you sighed playfully, "I’ll stop before he starts crying and makes me look bad."

The audience roared with laughter as Pedro wiped an imaginary tear.

Raising your Oscar, you grinned. "Thank you…seriously. This means the world to me.*"

The music swelled as you walked off stage, Pedro right there waiting for you.

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Backstage

"You did it mi amor!" he murmured against your hair, voice thick with emotion.

You buried your face in his shoulder, gripping his tux. "That actually just happened, didn’t it?"

He pulled back, cupping your face. "Damn right, it did.”,he replies as he brings you closer for a kiss.

You pulled back and studied his face, then smirked. "You gonna cry?"

Pedro scoffed, blinking rapidly. "No."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up."

You laughed, brushing your thumb across his cheek. "I love you, you big softie."

Pedro kissed you. Deep and slow, pouring everything into it. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

"I love you too, Mrs. Oscar Winner."

You groaned. "Oh, don’t start."

But he just grinned, kissing you again because tonight, you where his golden girl.

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Thank you soo much for taking time out of ur day to read this it’s probably pretty crappy since it’s my first one but if you have any requests I’ll be sure to try and write them❤️❤️❤️

[simbistardis]

Today is international women's day so I'm gonna share some important women in Black British history. Let's go:

Mary Seacole - British Jamaican nurse who self-funded her own travel to the Crimean War zone after the government refused to let her help look after injured and sick British soldiers. She set up the British Hotel and treated a range of diseases.

Claudia Jones - Trinidadian activist and feminist who created Britain's first Black newspaper, the West Indian Gazette. She also helped establish Notting Hill Carnival, a celebration of West Indian culture in London every year and one of the world's biggest street festivals.

Barbara Beese - British activist and writer. She was a member of the British Black Panthers and was one of the Mangrove Nine, tried at the Old Bailey for inciting a riot. Beese held up a pig's head at the Mangrove Demonstration to fight against police violence from the Metropolitan Police Force.

Olive Morris - Jamaican feminist and activist. She campaigned for squatter's rights and created one of Britain's first organisations for Black women, the Brixton Black Women’s Group. She also created a supplementary school for Black children.

Althea Jones-LeCointe - Trinidadian physician and researcher. She became the leader of the Black British Panthers after Obi Egbuna's arrest and she was a member of the Mangrove Nine along with Barbara Beese. The Mangrove Nine trial became the first acknowledgements of systemic racism in British history and the nine won the trial and got suspended sentences.

[whencyclopedia]

Eyewitness Accounts of the Holocaust

The Holocaust was the murder of 6 million Jewish people by the SS, Gestapo, and other organisations of Nazi Germany and its allies in the years prior to and through the Second World War (1939-45). Innocent men, women, and children were shot in mass executions, or, if not too young or too old, they were sent to labour camps where they worked until they could do so no longer. The ultimate fate of millions was to die in the gas chambers of extermination camps like Auschwitz in occupied Poland.

In this article, accounts are presented by those who witnessed the Holocaust genocide firsthand, both its victims and those involved in its execution who were obliged to give evidence in, for example, the post-war Nuremberg trials of 1945-6.

Unburied Corpses, Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp

Wislon-Oakes - Imperial War Museums (CC BY-NC-SA)

The Nazis & the Jews

Adolf Hitler (1889-1945) established himself as the dictator of Nazi Germany in 1933, and he identified Jewish people as the main enemy of the state. Based on dubious and inconsistent racial theory as propounded by such Nazi figures as Alfred Rosenberg (1893-1946), Hitler and the Nazi Party began a propaganda campaign against German Jews, which presented them as an inferior race who were holding Germany back from achieving its full economic potential.

Hitler wanted to remove all Jews from German territory, but the first step was to identify who exactly was a Jew. The 1935 Nuremberg Laws loosely identified Jews since even having a single Jewish grandparent placed an individual in that category. A series of 'solutions' to what Hitler called the "Jewish problem" were rolled out, such as encouraging emigration and persecuting Jewish business owners. Jews were then attacked in such pogroms as the Kristallnacht of November 1938. Next, Jews were rounded up and obliged to live in segregated areas such as ghettos in cities or in concentration camps. Jews were deprived of citizenship and other basic rights.

From 1942, the Nazis began what was secretly described as the 'Final Solution', that is the plan to murder all European Jews. Jews were transported to labour camps where they worked on state projects until they died from disease, extreme malnutrition, or physical exhaustion. Other Jews, and those who could no longer work or were too young or too old to work, were transported directly to death camps like the Auschwitz-Birkenau complex in occupied Poland where they were killed in gas chambers and their remains were communally cremated. Jews were not the only victims since the Nazis also targeted Romani people, Communists, Jehovah's Witnesses, Freemasons, homosexuals, political rivals, prisoners of war, and those with physical or mental disabilities, amongst others. In addition, hundreds of thousands more victims were murdered in mass executions in occupied territories during the Second World War by mobile killing squads known as Einsatzgruppen. The Jews made up by far the majority of those killed, and it is estimated that 6 million died in what is today called the Holocaust. The sheer scale of the Nazis' programme means that determining the precise number of victims is not possible.

Arrested Jews, Baden-Baden

Bundesarchiv, Bild 183-86686-0008 (CC BY-SA)

Hugh Greene, a British newspaper journalist, recalls what he saw of the Kristallnacht in 1938:

I was in Berlin at that time and saw some pretty revolting sights – the destruction of Jewish shops, Jews being arrested and led away, the police standing by while the gangs destroyed the shops and even groups of well-dressed women cheering.

(Holmes, 42)

Avraham Aviel, a Polish Jew and survivor of a mass execution, gives the following account of his experience in May 1942:

We were all brought close to the cemetery at a distance of eighty to a hundred metres from a long, deep pit. Once again everybody was made to kneel. There was no possibility of lifting one's head. I sat more or less in the centre of the town people. I looked in front of me and saw the long pit then maybe groups of twenty, thirty people led to the edge of the pit, undressed probably so that they should not take their valuables with them. They were brought to the edge of the pit where they were shot and fell into the pit, one on top of another.

(Holmes, 319)

An anonymous survivor from a ghetto massacre in Lviv, Ukraine, in August 1942 gives the following description of its aftermath:

I went with my mother to the office of the Jewish community regarding an apartment and there in the light breeze, dangled the corpses of the hanged, their faces blue, their heads tilted backward, their tongues blackened and stretched out. Luxury cars raced in from the center of the city, German civilians with their wives and children came to see the sensational spectacle, and, as was their custom, the visitors enthusiastically photographed the scene. Afterwards the Ukrainians and Poles arrived by with greater modesty.

(Fiedländer, 436)

Nazi Classification of Jewish People

VolksVeritas (CC BY-SA)

Rivka Yoselevska, a Polish Jew, describes her experience and that of her family in the Hansovic ghetto massacre in August 1943:

Some of the younger ones I got out naked covered with blood…I was still alive. Where should I go? What should I do?

(Holmes, 320-1)

The SS lieutenant-colonel Adolf Eichmann (1906-1962), in charge of the Final Solution's transportation requirements, here lies to Jews to make sure they do not create trouble as they are transported by train from a ghetto to the concentration camps:

Jews: You have nothing to worry about. We want only the best for you. You'll leave here shortly and be sent to very fine places indeed. You will work there, your wives will stay at home, and your children will go to school. You will have wonderful lives.

(Bascomb, 6)

The death camps were deliberately located in remote Poland to provide the Final Solution project more secrecy. Rudolf Höss (1901-1947), a camp commandant at Auschwitz, stated:

We were required to carry out these exterminations in secrecy, but of course the foul and nauseating stench from the continuous burning of bodies permeated the entire area and all of the people living in the surrounding communities knew that exterminations were going on at Auschwitz.

(Neville, 49)

New Arrivals at Auschwitz

Bernard Walter (Public Domain)

The typical conditions of the train journeys to the camps are described here by Avraham Kochav, an Auschwitz survivor:

There were twenty to twenty-five cars in every train…I heard terrible cries. I saw how people attack other people so as to have a place to stand, how people push each other so that they could stand somewhere or so that they could have air for breathing. It was terribly, terribly stifling. The first to faint were the children, women, old men, they all fell down like flies.

(Holmes, 332)

Zygmunt Klukowski, a Polish hospital director, describes the train journeys for Jewish people sent to the Belzec extermination camp in occupied Poland:

On the way to Belzec the Jews experience many terrible things. They are aware of what will happen to them. Some try to fight back. At the railroad station in Szczebrzeszyn a young woman gave away a gold ring in exchange for a glass of water for her dying child. In Lublin people witnessed small children being thrown through windows of speeding trains. Many people are shot before reaching Belzec.

(Friedländer, 358)

Yaacov Silberstein, a Jewish teenager, describes his arrival at Auschwitz in October 1942:

When we arrived we saw how the Jews were running to the electrified fence. There they stuck. They were tired of life; they could not continue in this fashion.

(Holmes, 330)

Dr Lucie Adelsberger, a prisoner of Auschwitz, describes the processing of new arrivals destined for the labour camps:

We undressed, had our hair cut – no actually our heads were shaved to stubble; then came the showers and finally the tattoos. This was where they confiscated the very last vestiges of our belongings; nothing remained…no written document that could have identified us, no picture, no written message from a loved one. Our past was cut off, erased…

(Cesarini, 656)

Aerial View of Auschwitz

South African Air Force (Public Domain)

Bernd Naumann, a survivor from the Birkenau camp, describes the prevalence of rats in the camp:

They gnawed not only at corpses but also at the seriously sick. I have pictures showing women near death being bitten by rats.

(Neville, 50)

Seweryna Smaglewska, a prisoner in the Birkenau women's camp, describes the living conditions there:

There were no roads, no paths between the blocks. In the depths of these dark dens, in bunks like multi-storied cages, the feeble light of a candle burning here or there flickered over naked, emaciated figures curled up, blue from the cold, bent over a pile of filthy rags, holding their shaved heads in their hands, picking out an insect with their scraggly fingers and smashing it on the edge of the bunk – that is what the barracks looked like in 1942.

(Cesarini, 528)

The SS, which managed the camps, made sure there was a hierarchy amongst the prisoners such as trustees who survived a little longer than the rest by being 'favoured' with certain duties such as burning the bodies in the crematoriums or beating other prisoners. SS Lance Corporal Richard Bock, a guard at Auschwitz-Birkenau, recalls:

A block chief would call out the kapo very fiercely, 'Kapo, come here.' The kapo came over and – boom – he hit the kapo in the face so hard that he fell over…And then he said, 'Kapo, can't you beat them any better than that?' And the kapo ran off and grabbed a club to beat up the prisoner squad quite indiscriminately. 'Kapo, come over here,' he shouted again. The kapo came and he said, 'Finish them off,' and then he went off again and he finished the prisoners off, he beat them to death…a kapo had to beat and club to save his own life.

(Holmes, 325)

Luggage of Auschwitz Victims

Jorge Láscar (CC BY)

Those meant for the gas chambers were often unaware of their fate. Bock describes the procedure that he witnessed with a colleague called Holbinger who was responsible for the Zyklon B tins that would produce the lethal gas:

…the new arrivals had to get undressed, and then the order came, 'Prepare for disinfection'. There were enormous piles of clothing…Lots of them hid their children under the clothes and covered them up and then they shouted, 'Get ready' and they all went out, they had to run naked approximately twenty yards from the hall across to Bunker One. There were two doors standing open and they went in there and when a certain number had gone inside they shut the doors. That happened about three times, and every time Holbinger had to go out to his ambulance and they took out a sort of tin – he and one of his block chiefs – and then he climbed up the ladder and at the top there was a round hole and he opened the little round door and held the tin there and shook it and then he shut the little door again. Then a fearful screaming started up and approximately after about ten minutes it slowly went quiet…They opened the door…then a blue haze came out. I looked in and I saw a pyramid. They had all climbed up on top of each other…They were all tangled, they had to tug and pull very hard to disentangle all these people.

(Holmes, 334-5)

Dov Paisikowic, a Russian-Jewish survivor of Auschwitz, was part of the team responsible for taking bodies out of the chambers, removing valuables such as rings and gold teeth, and then taking the corpses to the crematoria. He recalls:

…the doors were suddenly opened to the gas chambers. People, naked people, started falling out. We were all frightened, no one dared ask what it all was. We were immediately taken to the other side of this house and there we saw hell on this earth – large piles of dead people, and people dragging these dead to a long pit, about thirty metres in length and ten metres in width. There was a huge fire there, with tree trunks. On the other side fat was being taken out of this pit with a bucket.

(Holmes, 335)

Thousands of detainees in the camps were subjected to unnecessary and often horrific medical operations and experiments. One of the most infamous SS doctors was Josef Mengele (1911-1979), who performed all kinds of macabre operations at Auschwitz. Mengele was, though, only one part of a large SS medical team, which operated in many different camps. Dr Franz Blaha, a Czech detainee at the Dachau concentration camp, was obliged to work in this area of Nazi terror, specifically performing autopsies. Blaha reported:

From the middle of 1941 to the end of 1942 some 500 operations on healthy prisoners were performed. These were for the instructions of the SS medical students and doctors and included operations on the stomach, gall bladder and throat. These were performed by students and doctors of only two years' training, although they were very dangerous and difficult….Many prisoners died on the operating table and many others from later complications…These persons were never volunteers but were forced to submit to such acts.

(MacDonald, 59)

Auschwitz Bunks

Bookofblue (CC BY-SA)

Hertha Beese, a Berlin housewife and underground resistance worker, recalls that, unlike the general public, the resistance network was more informed about the camps. She states:

We knew that the concentration camps existed. We also knew where they existed, for example Oranienburg just outside Berlin. We sometimes knew which of our friends were there and we also knew of the cruelties in them right from the beginning.

(Holmes, 315)

Anthony Eden (1897-1977), British Foreign Secretary during WWII, notes:

…as the war progressed some horrifying reports began to come out. At first it was very difficult to assess their accuracy and they were so horrible it was hard to believe they could be true.

(Holmes, 314)

Wynford Vaughn-Thomas, a British journalist, recalls the conditions of the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in Germany when it was liberated in 1945:

In the huts typhoid, everything, had broken out and you couldn't hear yourself speak for the death rattle. There were people lying on top of each other, sick, vomiting, withered bodies crawling on their hands and knees…It was sealed off in this dark north German plain and you felt you'd reached the cesspit of the human mind.

(Holmes, 337)

Mass Grave, Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp

H. Oakes-Imperial War Museums (Public Domain)

The British Lieutenant Colonel J. A. D. Johnson described what he saw when he arrived at Bergen-Belsen:

The prisoners were a dense mass of emaciated apathetic scarecrows huddled together in wooden huts, and in many cases without beds or blankets, and in some cases without any clothing whatsoever…There were thousands of emaciated corpses in various stages of decomposition lying unburied. Sanitation was to all intents and purposes nonexistent.

(Cesarini, 759)

Hans Stark, Gestapo staff member at Auschwitz, stated, like so many others, that he had merely been following orders:

I took part in the murder of many people…I believed in the Führer, I wanted to serve my people. Today I know that this idea was false. I regret the mistakes of my past, but I cannot undo them.

(Neville, 57)

Rabbi Frankforter, who died in the Holocaust, which Jewish people often call the Shoah or Ha-Shoah in Hebrew, gave this last wish to survivor Yaacov Silberstein:

You are still young and you will remain alive. I have only one request for you that you should never let people forget. Tell everyone what they did to us at this small camp, in Buchenwald. Wherever you go tell this, also to your children so that they should pass it on. To remember and not to forget.

(Holmes, 339)

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[mkeztrmy]

rest in peace, to Liam Payne .

“ Former One Direction singer Liam Payne died outside a hotel in the Argentine capital Buenos Aires,

local police confirmed on Wednesday, saying the 31-year-old British musician was found dead after falling from his third floor hotel room balcony. ”

may you be gone, but never forgotten and live on in our hearts as a genuine man with such an angelic voice and soul. <33

[mockerycrow]

are you good at character analysis? I wanna know what your analysis would be for Gaz, I’m trying to figure out his story since he’s my favorite out of TF 141

KYLE GAZ GARRICK

BASIC OVERVIEW — BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick is a British Black man who enlisted into the British Army around 2008 or 2014 (unfortunately, the developers have inconsistencies). His operator biography states 2008 while the official activision website in a blog post about MW2019 states 2014, however it does make sense for him to enlist in 2008. He would have been at least sixteen years old which is the minimum age requirement to enlist. I would like to quickly throw in that Gaz is indeed older than Soap, as this is a misconception that I surprisingly see a lot! Gaz’s blood type is B- and he currently ranks as sergeant (which according to the official British Army website, it typically takes at least twelve years in the service, however it implies it also depends on the person’s abilities).

Gaz spent four years in the Queen’s Lancashire Regiment. During these four years going through a multitude of tests and challenges before passing selection for Special Air Service (SAS). The activision blog says during MW2019, it’s his sixth year serving as a sergeant. However, as Gaz had been selected for TF141, I believe their ranks have paused in time. Gaz has mostly spent his time in anti-terrorism in his military career. He’s an expert in demolitions, VIP escorting, weapons tactics, covert surveillance, and target elimination. He’s been awarded multiple medals, and earned his Parachute Wings whilst spending time at Camp Lejeune in the U.S. whilst collaborating with Navy SEALs. Kyle is a master of evasion and deception, being the only candidate in his entire class to escape capture from the facility and evade detection during resistance training. 

When Gaz first meets Cpt. Price, Gaz is currently assigned to an SAS specific counter-terrorism program in the UK who collaborate with the police, which is another misconception that Gaz was a police sergeant at one point (he was not! I believe some people think this because at E3, Gaz was wearing a police baseball cap).

CHARACTER OVERVIEW

Like true to the original Gaz, he is Price’s protege, being his student. Gaz is overall a serious and hardworking man, loyal and unbreaking. He knows when to joke and he knows when to reload. However, Gaz is not perfect and he does lose his cool (we see subtle development with this later down the road). While being loyal, Gaz does not hesitate to question Price’s choices and actions. We see this multiple times during the series, the most prime example being in MW2019 when Price and Gaz are interrogating The Butcher with Yegor. The Butcher taunts Gaz, causing Gaz to lunge and Price to send him off to fetch.. “The package”. The package being, The Butcher’s family. The reboot games, you have choices, so I’ll give the very basic run down. 

You have the option to opt into the interrogation or to opt out of it. If you opt out, Price bursts out of the room with the information (if you go near the door, you hear The Butcher’s family sobbing). If you opt in, you have so many options. At the end of the day, Gaz is mostly silent and follows orders from Price. In the police cruiser scene, Gaz questions Price in the car—he did not expect to be using women and children as bargaining chips and he makes that clear, and this is a big teaching moment between Gaz and Price. We have to remember that Gaz is young and considering everything, inexperienced to an extent. Price makes up for that inexperience, teaching him along the way. During the interrogation scene, Price makes a remark: “We’ve taken the gloves off.” This is because Gaz lashed out. Later in the car, Price says “When you take the gloves off, you get blood on your hands, Kyle. That’s how it works.” after Gaz questions him.

CONCLUSION

Overall, Gaz is a very complex character and I enjoyed watching his development during these games. I’ve seen people claim Gaz is boring or plain, but I genuinely do not believe that to be the case. Gaz, in my opinion, is also the most relatable character. He’s young, ambitious, and determined. He’s charismatic and efficient. I don’t believe a character has to be extremely traumatized, or look very very unique to be a well-crafted character and Gaz is a great example for this. 

Gaz is just a man who enlisted; someone who is smart and well-rounded (as much as an SAS member can be), he’s quick on his feet and he molds into group work fantastically. He’s extremely versatile and is a quick learner—and wants to learn. He has his flaws that make him human. Gaz develops great self control, is level-minded and is able to think for himself. A great student questions their mentor in everything and you see this with Gaz. 

You see Gaz struggle with morality in the series in a sea of characters who kill and do things without a second thought. We see him question things, we see his emotions and his extreme reluctance. We definitely see some development down the road as Gaz becomes more ruthless, but he never quite forgets his humanity in a way, compared to Price where he can easily disconnect humanity (ex. Calling The Butcher’s wife and son “the package/leverage”). 

Along with this, we see him struggle with the rules in place. I also think this is why Gaz and Price’s dynamic is great. There are rules for a reason, and both Price and Gaz know when to break them—but Gaz learns that breaking some rules doesn’t always happen for the most heroic of actions (again, Price’s quote about bloodying your hands after taking the gloves off). Gaz wants to save people and keep the peace, we see this in Piccadilly during the terrorist attacks and the aftermath scene with Price where Gaz lets the Captain know that he and his unit had actionable intel on the terrorist cell who committed the act. Of course, we see later down the road that taking the gloves off removes all limits, not just some of them. We also see a glimpse of Gaz’s conflicting feelings when 141, Farah & Alex, as well as Laswell learn about Hadir and his plans, as well as when Farah’s forces are deemed a terrorist organization.

I think I rambled on a lot about him, hopefully this is understandable! 

Sources: price & gaz activision blog intros (2019), inconsistency in enlistment date, cod fandom wiki, gaz scenes mwi & mwii, official british army website.

[misshorneigh]

i'm breakin’ dishes up in here (all night)

john price x fem!reader

summery - john didn’t make the best impression on you when you first met, so he had to make an extra effort to get on your good side.

cw/ enemies to lovers, misogynistic themes, talk about terrorist attacks + nazis, slight angst w/ comfort, sexual tension

only a fool, after all

Stupid Germans and their stupid problems. It was perhaps a bit of a cliché that they were often the ones who played the bad guys, but at the same time, it was undeniable that they were on the wrong side of history more than once. I guess it’s true that the past can be hard to let go of sometimes - maybe that wasn’t too bad.

These days, a few of them are still causing trouble. Almost seems as if some just like to conform to the cliché and well, if the boot fits. Still, did it have to be in London of all places? “The guy we’re after just has to be some German idiot, just our luck.” Kyle sighed while he leaned against the wall and tried to massage away a knot in his neck. He just couldn’t seem to sleep properly last night.

The team was in a bad mood.

There has been a huge uproar from sides of the British secret service and the police since there was a suspicion that a far-right organization might be planning a terrorist attack in the capital of England. Unfortunately, even after several days, no one was able to locate the possible perpetrators, which is why the SAS was finally deployed to search for clues. Though, even after several sleepless nights, they only found out one thing and it didn’t make any one of them happy.

The mastermind behind all this is some guy wanted by the German government, which is why they had to - or rather should have - handed over the mission to them. “Here they come,” Johnny pronounced slightly wearily as the black SUV pulled up, leaving the men standing upright at the awaited arrival.

Price watched the soldiers disembark with both hands on the front of his belt. He hadn’t been a big fan of the situation himself, though he still had to admit that it was better to work with a couple of Germans rather than hand them all the hard work on a silver platter. Besides, nobody liked to leave things half-finished, right? He was quite thankful that Laswell got them this deal.

“Be nice, boys.” he simply ordered, ignoring the discontent of his men when two figures started to walk in their direction. He gave the broadly built man next to you a polite smile as he extended his hand to him. “Nice meeting you, name’s John Price. I’m the captain of unit 141.” he introduced himself but the man in a foreign uniform didn’t give the impression of shaking his hand when he continued to just give him a blank stare with his arms folded behind his back.

Johnny’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in irritation while watching the scene in front of him, what kind of asshole was that? The Scot would be the first of the three to hurl some kind of insult at the guy’s head if he wouldn’t try to keep his mouth shut. Nobody treats their captain with such disrespect and certainly not some man from ugly potato country. Wait - there was no reason for holding back, why did he even keep his thoughts to himself? “What? Think yer too good for some good old manners, ya big -”

There was a tension in the air within seconds that would have surprised you if you hadn’t been working in a male-dominated profession for over a decade. You interrupted the sergeant. “I apologize, my lieutenant can seem a bit cold sometimes, he doesn’t mean it,” your voice cut through the wind after you patted the soldier on the back in a friendly manner.

It felt like your light slap hit the Task Force members in the guts with full force at the same time. John’s eyes then met your unwavering gaze for the first time and he couldn’t help but think that maybe this was just a little game from the man in the sky. It was almost cinematic how he was the one who fucked up in the first second, even though he had fully expected it from the other side. Of course, the captain of the other unit is a perfectly competent woman, why wouldn’t she be?

He almost wanted to let out a touché, but he felt too ashamed to say anything for a few seconds as he continued to hold his hand in the air, almost frozen. Meanwhile, you just made a casual movement with your arm, indicating that they should continue. “Go on, don’t let me get in the way of your conversation. I’ll just stand back here and let the men do the talking, right?” you laughed out as you symbolically took a step back, smearing the stupid mistake all over their faces like shit.

Your lieutenant held out his hand as instructed this time, like a dog that heard the word paws, and you were proud of his unwavering loyalty. However, this time it was Price who hesitated as his gaze continued to stay on you. “I’m the one who should do some apologizing -”

“I don’t think so. I think you should just shake my lieutenant’s hand so you can start discussing some important matters, hm? That is unless you are a big -” You stopped talking abruptly and turned to the sergeant, who had opened his mouth a while ago, but now held his lips in a straight line. “Sorry, you couldn’t finish your sentence earlier, what did you want to say?”

And Johnny practically feels the authority dripping from your composed speech so he did nothing but be subordinate. “Nothin’, ma’am,” he replied with a straight face.

You nodded with feigned confusion. “Too bad, I guess we’ll never know then.” you sighed as you met the captain’s guilty gaze. “Well, I’ll grab a bite to eat since I’m not really needed here,” you announced, not really expecting any of them to oppose you. Still, you waited a few seconds before saying your goodbyes. “I’d say it was a pleasure to meet you Captain Price, but that would be a lie.” you turned to your soldier. “Have fun you two.”

Finn just looked at you with a monotone look, already familiar with the antics of his superior. “We should sit down together to discuss the current situation, Captain.” he said, but his voice did nothing to keep you here.

“Then quit standing around and get to work! I’m sure you can figure it out!” you shouted after him as you moved further away from them without a care in the world.

She doesn’t even know where to go, Finn thought to himself with a heavy sigh when he found himself with the responsibility in front of him. “There was a few problems on the way here, but I doubt her reaction was affected much from that,” he told the man in front of him with a slight German accent and didn’t sugarcoat his words. “It may seem like she don’t like you, but she's a reliable person no matter what when it comes down to it," he added a little awkwardly before taking his leave to help his men with the luggage.

It may seem like she hates you, and that's because she does.

The words continued to echo in John’s head while his hand went through his beard, being slightly disappointed in himself. What a hell of a first impression, he didn’t blame you one bit - knew he wasn’t the greatest human being, but still liked to believe he was a good man and soldier.

However, right now he was neither. Probably just another asshold in your everyday life.

“All this time we thought the Germans were the Germans.” Kyle spoke up defeatedly once they were among themselves again and sighed, “But turns out we’re the Germans.”

Ghost, who had been quiet the whole time, just looked at his comrade quizzically. Whatever that means, he thought to himself, not in the mood for any riddles. His gaze turned to his captain who was looking through the air with a distant look. “Are we postponing the meeting?” he finally asked, unsure of what their next action would be.

John’s eyes looked at him from the side. “Well, haven’t had a chance to tell her about it, did I? Been too busy living in the 19th century apparently,” he spat, still thinking about your interaction. Of course, he’s the lieutenant, looks far too young to be anything else.

Meanwhile, Johnny’s mind drifted somewhere else as he thought back to the moment when he felt compelled to submit under your stern gaze. He had to hold back a grunt. “The way she got me callin’ her ma’am just awakened somethin’ in me,” he announced without anyone asking, earning a weird look from the guys, though they should be used to his odd statements by now.

Kyle shook his head. “She didn’t make you call her anything you filthy dog. Control yourself a little, for fuck’s sake.”

The Scot just laughed unaffected by the name he was being called. “Have tae be on our best behavior now if we want tae get on the pretty captain’s good side, aye?"

It was only natural that John’s mistake reflected poorly on his members and he couldn’t allow that for too long. He was always the one who took the blame - always the one who took the responsibility - for his team’s actions and for his own. “Let’s start by helping the newbies out around base then, yeah?” John suggested to the team so they could stay productive.

Price didn’t see you for the rest of that day and he didn’t try reaching out to you either. He wanted to give you a bit of space to get yourself and your people used to the new surroundings. Someone from administration apparently showed you your quarters - he knew because he asked.

The next day he send you a short message as soon as your number was forwarded to him to tell you about the meeting at noon. You replied with only a k and John sighed slightly when he saw the single letter on his screen, feeling somehow defeated.

“This all you got?” you asked after flicking through the familiar files on the table again, you already read through them on the plane over. There was no malicious tone behind your voice, it was just observation.

Price nodded. “Didn’t have much time for more, German government took over as soon as we had a name, and the mission was suspended until your arrival,” he said, hands clasped on the table in front of him. Next to him was the rest of his team, in front of them were you, your lieutenant, and what looked like a sergeant.

“Thomas Richter,” you repeated, humming as you looked at his picture in the top corner of his profile before throwing the files flat on the table. “How do you even know it’s him? No one heard of the guy ever since he fled the country four years ago.”

Some guy with a mask answered the question, if you remembered correctly he was the lieutenant of Task Force 141. He flipped through a few more pages until his fingers landed on a different photo. “We were able to locate this man, part of the organization and in possession of several illegal weapons. Spoke some after we pulled a few teeth,” he explained, handing you the paper.

“He’s British?” you posed the question and laughed when you got a nod in response. “They certainly seem to have recruited a few of your people, didn’t know being a Nazi was so popular around here.”

Your sergeant sighed at your choice of words after seeing your new colleagues raise their eyebrows in surprise. “Why don’t we try to watch our language, Captain?” she tried to convince you but you just shook her attempt away with your hand as if she was just an annoying fly in your ear.

“What? We’re all adults, I think we can call the issue by its name,” you said carelessly, looking at the captain in front of you with a grin. Somehow, it drew John’s attention even more to the prominent scar that went through those sweet lips of yours. He couldn’t seem to look away, especially when you talked. “I know you’ve been dying to say it. You can, I won't be offended, promise."

You kept trying to get a reaction out of John and it didn’t escape him how you seemed to have your fun while doing it. His index finger tapped in a steady rhythm on the table while he continued to stare you down and that was the only sound in the room for a short time. There was a tension between you two that made the rest sit a bit uneasy in their seats until he finally decided to speak up. “And why would a few Nazis plan to attack London out of all places?” he asked, interested in your opinion.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s too early to tell, a lot of it is probably just to gain attention. Maybe to set a statement - some kind of revenge act for Britain beating the Nazis in World War II, I don’t know.”

You couldn’t do more than speculate with the amount of information you had right now. You pointed to the woman next to you. “Well, Sara here has a good eye for detail and is good with tech. If the guy you detained had a phone with him I want it checked for IP addresses or whatever the fuck it is to track down locations for a possible hideout. If not look up if he has any type of social media account, guys like him are always in some weird chat rooms.” You emphasized and your sergeant nodded before your gaze turned back to the men in front of you.

“I hope I’m not asking for too much but it would be good if one of you sergeants could accompany her. I’m sure that your input would be very helpful,” you invited them before adding something quickly. “That’s of course if it’s alright with you, Captain Price.”

He shook his head as if he wanted to tell you that his permission wasn’t something that you needed to ask for. “Sounds fine to me,” he replied and pointed absentmindedly to his men when he agreed to your suggestion. “Take whichever one you want.”

That was something they could figure out themselves so you left the details and whatnot to the soldiers themselves. “Think you can spear some time for poor old me, Captain?” John’s deep voice stopped you before you could leave the meeting room. Hearing the familiar title come out of his own mouth felt a little strange but he didn’t dislike it.

You looked a little uncertain after hearing his question “Depends, I didn’t know where I could get a coffee this morning."

Price nodded with a smile as he led the way to wherever. “Hm. Think I can solve your little problem.”

It looked like John Price and his team had their very own area on base and you weren’t really used to seeing small units like theirs enjoy such luxury. Your eyes wandered around their break room, slightly perplexed, before sitting down on the couch and turning your gaze to the open kitchen. John had already informed you that they didn’t have a fancy coffee maker or anything, but you weren’t picky.

“Have a feeling you don’t want me apoligizing, but I will anyway,” John spoke up as soon as he joined you with two cups, milk and sugar were already on the table. “I’m sorry for the mix up yesterday, should’ve know better than that.”

You hummed being pleased by his sincerity and well, he seemed to make some kind of effort. You'd been in several situations where some people deliberately ignored your title to make it clear you weren’t welcome so you were not expecting something like this. Men can be so emotional sometimes. “All right,” you accepted without a lot of fuss before you sat back with the coffee in your hand. “I don’t really care, it takes a little more than that to hurt my feelings, sweetie. Though, I do appreciate it.”

Price laughed lightly and threw his arm on the back of the headrest, his eyes watched you with a hint of a certain something. “Hm. Glad to hear that. Though I would prefer if a pretty woman like you would at least care a bit about little me. But, we’ll get there.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly in surprise and rolled your eyes at his bold advances. “It hasn’t even been a day, keep it in your pants for fuck’s sake.” you teased him, but didn’t punch him in the face for his comment.

John wouldn’t care if you did. He couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for you when he looked at you like this. It was unfortunate that he had to be professional when approaching you, perhaps if you had met in a bar he would have been able to act on his feelings better. “C’mon, didn’t mean it like that. Just want to get along with my new colleague so she doesn’t leave me bleeding out in the field.”

You ignored what he said. “Didn’t think you’d take me so kindly. I would be pretty pissed if I had to share my case with someone from another country.”

He shrugged and took a sip of his tea. “Hm. Suppose I could tell you the same thing.”

Touché. “Suppose you could.”

[tzifron]

Reminds me of how the British blamed the Acadians for the Mi'kmaq resistance.

The crackdown on campuses offered a grim continuity: Police and other officials churned out all the same old excuses for quashing resistance. Most notably, their rhetoric relied on the predictable canard of the “outside agitator.” New York Mayor Eric Adams trotted it out as grounds for sending in an army of baton-wielding cops against the city’s students. And Deputy Police Commissioner Tarik Sheppard went even further on MSNBC Wednesday morning, brandishing an unremarkable chain lock — the sort of which I’ve seen on bikes everywhere — as proof that “professionals,” not students themselves, had carried out the takeover of the Columbia building. The bike-lock business quickly came in for rightly deserved mockery, but the “outside agitator” myth is no joking matter. In this current moment, the “outside agitators” conjured are both the perennial anarchist bogeymen or Islamist terror groups sending funds to keep student encampments flush with the cheapest tents available online. The “outside agitator” trope has a long, racist legacy, including use by the Ku Klux Klan. In the 1930s, the Klan issued flyers in Alabama claiming that “paid organizers for the communists are only trying” to get Black people “in trouble.” The allegation does double rhetorical harm by denying the agency and commitment of organizers themselves and suggesting that “outside” support from beyond a given locale or institution is somehow a bad thing. More recently, the canard has been hauled out in defense of movement repression in Atlanta, against Stop Cop City protesters who had made a national call for backup. And it was a common refrain for politicians nationwide during the 2020 uprising, as well as discourse around the earlier Black Lives Matter protests in Ferguson after police killed Mike Brown. Blaming outside agitators or interests always was a propaganda ploy and remains so now. The idea that Palestinian liberation struggle is a mere proxy for Iranian interests repeats the delegitimizing logic of the past. In fact, the Gaza solidarity encampments on campuses are student-organized and led, with Palestinian students at front and center, and a disproportionately large presence of Jewish students too. It is students, over 1,000 of them, who have faced arrest. It also happens that millions of people have called for an end to Israel’s genocidal war, and support for Palestinian liberation is not and must not be limited to the mythic and maligned terrain of campus activism.