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Message from Mohammed Ramzan - A recently deceased muslim, gay, first generation American, and University student

This is Mohammed Ramzan, a muslim, gay, first-generation American student at Northwestern University. He passed away this week, on April 10, 2017, after falling off a cliff during a crew team practice. His death had nothing to do with the fact that he was muslim or gay or the child of immigrants, but was merely an unfortunate accident with many witnesses. I may not have known him, but we grew up in the same town, and have 20 mutual friends on Facebook, and they’ve made it clear to me that he was exceptionally bright, kind, humble, selfless, positive, brave, open, and accepting to anyone he met. 

What’s important here and now is that he had a message. He may not be able to spread it now, but we can. Please, let the voice of this conglomerate of minorities be heard. The following is his last post ever on Facebook, made after Trump’s inauguration as president:

“There is a word in my mother tongue—my first language, Urdu:

اصلیت

Noun. Pronounced as "us-lee-uth."

I, being the child of immigrants—the product of the South Asian diaspora to America—have difficulty in translating this word from the "language of dancing peacocks, rosewater fountains," as poet-activist Shailja Patel describes Urdu, to English. But I will try my best.

To begin, it has a negative connotation. Something's اصلیت is it's true colors. It constitutes the basest elements of that thing. It is it's concealed reality. It is that which is inherent, though so it may not seem. That which eventually comes to be disclosed. It is the substance of that thing that is often distasteful. Substance whose very reality is often difficult to come to terms with. But substance that exists nonetheless. Something's اصلیت is it's truth. Specifically, a truth that always was, but wasn't visible until it had been uncloaked by time and circumstance.

Last night, this country revealed its اصلیت. It's truth. A truth of its past and of its present. Racism and white supremacy. Homophobia and transphobia. Misogyny and sexism. Classism. Ableism. Anti-semitism and Islamophobia. Xenophobia. I hate to resort to this trite laundry list of "-isms" and "-phobias," but it is the truth. A truth, that externally, seemed to be fading away with the tides of time and social progress, but resurfaced under the guise of making this country great again. America's اصلیت must be confronted, as more than half of this country cast their votes in a way that permitted this disguised and dismissed اصلیت to be revealed.

Past the Democratic primary, I had no particularly strong preference for candidate. I tried my best to remain apolitical on this platform. But this is more personal than politics. I am Muslim. I am brown. I am a first generation, child of immigrants. My disabled mother is deaf and has battled mental illness. I come from a low socioeconomic background. I am gay. In other ways, it not so much personal, but more so a matter of humanity. I am a feminist. #BlackLivesMatter. I want my country to welcome the forgotten children of Syria. I hope of a day when enthusiasm for torture does not spur campaign support, or when an individual's ability to perform his profession is not called into question on the basis his heritage. I could go on.

There is a reason I can say that I am a "child of immigrants." Hope. Optimism. Perseverance. Love. Qualities that those before me embodied which empowered them to aspire to the American Dream, and qualities which were passed on to me. Cynicism burdens the heart, which is why I choose to believe that America's best days are still ahead us, as a presidential candidate once put it.

This is not America's اصلیت. This will not be America's اصلیت.”

Thank you for listening. It means a lot to Mohammed, myself, and everyone he speaks and stands for. And from what I’ve heard, Mohammed stood for all of us, minority or not. Let’s not let that attitude die with him, but keep the hope that he had, and stand together through these troubling times.

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Help Needed from Victims of Homophobia

I am currently designing a video game with the purposes of raising awareness of homophobia and providing comfort to those who have been victims on it. But if I want this to feel real, I need your help. So... 

If you are romantically and/or sexually attracted to the member of the same sex,  please reblog this post, quoting something homophobic someone has said to you personally. 

Try to be as exact as possible. For the purposes of this project, shorter phrases are more helpful than longer ones. You can either say what was said to you as an addition to the post or in the tags, whatever feels the most comfortable for you. 

The homophobic statements will be made into enemies in the game, so if an insult you were given is chosen, I’ll shoot you a message when the game is done so you can personally destroy the awful things people have said to you.

Thanks everyone! You’re really helping make a difference.

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Ok but has anybody else noticed that Megalovania is the number one video on listenonrepeat? America’s favorite song is Megalovania.

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⚡️memorable moment

Oh gosh... A lot of memorable things have happened, but most of them mean nothing to the people around here... overall, what sticks out is the first time someone I looked up to contacted me to say that they thought my character was really great and that they wanted to roleplay with me, that person being the lovely Katie of artificialpsychosis. It’s been pretty much uphill from there.