#schools rhodesia

[bookloversofbath]

More Rhodesian Senior Schools: Part Two 1950-1982: Contributed Editorial :: Edited by I. P. Maclaren with Supplementary Features by N. D. Atkinson, G. P. L. English & R. H. Campbell

[crimeronan]

grown ass woman and you didn't even know Rhodesia? Please pray some Paradox Interactive games like eu4 or hoi4. look it up. Please this is depressing if even weird smart girls don't know basic history

hey guys. get a load of this fucking moron.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The media churned out charming propaganda about the munitions workers, as journalists and later historians enjoyed the idea that women of all classes had come together in essential war work:

They have come from the office and the shop, from domestic service and the dressmaker's room, from the High Schools and the Colleges, and from the quietude of the stately homes of the leisured rich . . . Even in the early days of the advent of women in the munitions shops, I have seen working together, side by side, the daughter of an earl, a shop keeper's widow, a graduate from Girton, a domestic servant, and a young woman from a lonely farm in Rhodesia, whose husband had joined the colours. Social status, so stiff a barrier in this country in pre-war days, was forgotten in the factory, as in the trenches, and they were all working together as the members of a united family.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[liver-f4ilure]

The Charleston Church Shooting: Dylann Roof

*NOTE! This is a repost! And it will look familiar CAUSE IVE POSTED IT ON ANOTHER ACCOUNT!! Is it the best? No.*

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Early life/ Prior convictions

Dylann was born April 3rd 1994 to mother Amelia and father Franklin with 2 sisters Amber and Morgan. During early childhood his parents would divorce and his father would later remarry. His stepmother accused his father of abuse. He would beg his step mother to let him live with her but she wasn’t able to. Dylann would be described to have obsessive compulsive tendencies with germs. In middle school he would stop caring about school and started smoking weed and drinking vodka. In nine years he would have attended seven schools. In 2010 he would drop out of Highschool and continue playing video games and smoking weed and drinking.

(The Roofs home)

In 2015 he was caught with an invalid prescription for suboxone at a mall to which he was banned from for a year. Later that year he was caught loitering in the mall to which they searched his car finding a forearm grip for a AR-15 semiautomatic rifle and six unloaded magazines capable of holding 40 rounds each but was let off it was legal in the state. Roofs Suboxone charge was mishandled and a system error took it as a misdemeanour instead of a felony. Which would have possibly prohibited him from purchasing the firearm.

(The flag of Rhodesia)

Later Dylann would look into the Trayvon Martin case and from an unknown article concluded Zimmerman was in the right. He then fell down a rabbit hole of black on white crime and misinformation. He then found 4chan and would find even more misinformation and hard right ideologies Dylann states he hasn’t been the same since that day. Which leads to his manifesto titled ‘The last Rhodesian’ Rhodesia being the African state founded in 1965 ran by primary Europeans and a white supremacy ideology before being abolished in 1979. The term now sticks with white supremac!sts like Dylann had became, as he also used the flag on his jacket. In preparation before the attack he looked up black churches and found the Emanuel Methodist Episcopal Church and would scout the area and ask around about mass times.

The shooting

(The Emanuel Methodist Episcopal Church)

June 15th 2015 somewhere around 8:00pm Dylann entered the church, once he did he was greeted by Rev.Pinckney and given a bible to study with. Roof was sat next to Pinckney as the study continued. As the study closed and the ending pray started Roof stood up and pulled out his Glock 41 .45 calibre handgun and began shooting. Killing Pinckney first. Then 26 year old Tywanza Sanders stood up to plead with Dylann before he said ‘I have to do it. You rape our women and you’re taking over our country and you have to go’ he then shot and k!lled Sharonda Singleton, Dr. Daniel L. Simmons, Ethel Lee Lance, Cynthia Hurd, Myra Tompson and Tywanza Sanders. Dylann would reload 5 times that day. Polly Shepherd was spared when he asked her if he shot her yet to which she replied no he then told her ‘good cause we need someone to survive because I’m gonna shoot myself and you’ll be the only survivor. He then turned the gun on himself realizing he was out of ammo. He then left the church to the surprise there wasn’t anyone outside. The next day the police confirmed the gunman was 21 year old Dylann Roof with witnesses reporting they saw him drive towards Shelby, a town close to Charleston. At 10:44am Roof was arrested at a traffic stop in Shelby where it was then confirmed he worked alone.

(The victims)

The Trial

Five days after the shooting the grand jury announced that Roof was being indicted for 33 federal charges.

12 counts hate crime against black people

12 counts obstructing the exercise of religion

9 counts murder using a firearm.

On June 6th Roof reportedly did not want to be trialed by jury and instead let the judge decide if he was guilty and if the death penalty was reasonable. August 23rd Roofs lawyers called the motion of death penalty unconstitutional and asked to reject the motion. On September 1st an on camera hearing was held in case of outbursts. December 7th 2016 the trial started. During a survivor statement Roofs mom collapsed as she had a heart attack. After 3 days of the trial FBI played a video on which he admitted to laughing and drinking while describing to friends how he’d shoot the church. To which his friend didn’t report to police and said he was drunk and took his keys and Glock that was on him. After 2 hours the jury found him guilty on all 33 charges. Roof wanting to plead guilty but told not to by lawyers.

(Roof at his video hearing)

January 10th 2017 Roof was sentenced to the death penalty,death by lethal injection.

[org4n-failur3]

The Dylann Roof case- In Depth

I DO NOT SUPPORT. THIS IS INFORMATIONAL!

Pls reblog incase I get trmed!

Dylann was born April 3rd 1994 to mother Amelia and father Franklin with 2 sisters Amber and Morgan. During early childhood his parents would divorce and his father would later remarry. His stepmother accused his father of abüse. He would beg his step mother to let him live with her but she wasn’t able to. Dylann would be described to have obsessive compulsive tendencies with germs. In middle school he would stop caring about school and started smoking weed and drinking vodka. In nine years he would have attended seven schools. In 2010 he would drop out of Highschool and continue playing video games and smoking weed and drinking.

In 2015 he was caught with an invalid prescription for suboxone at a mall to which he was banned from for a year. Later that year he was caught loitering in the mall to which they searched his car finding a forearm grip for a AR-15 semiautomatic rifle and six unloaded magazines capable of holding 40 rounds each but was let off it was legal in the state. Roofs Suboxone charge was mishandled and a system error took it as a misdemeanour instead of a felony. Which would have possibly prohibited him from purchasing the firearm.

Later Dylann would look into the Trayvon Martin case and from an unknown article concluded Zimmerman was in the right. He then fell down a rabbit hole of black on white crime and misinformation. He then found 4chan and would find even more misinformation and hard right ideologies Dylann states he hasn’t been the same since that day. Which leads to his manifesto titled ‘The last Rhodesian’ Rhodesia being the African state founded in 1965 ran by primary Europeans and a white supr3macy ideology before being abolished in 1979. The term now sticks with white supremac!sts like Dylann had became, as he also used the flag on his jacket. In preparation before the attack he looked up black churches and found the Emanuel Methodist Episcopal Church and would scout the area and ask around about mass times.

June 15th 2015 somewhere around 8:00pm Dylann entered the church, once he did he was greeted by Rev.Pinckney and given a bible to study with. Roof was sat next to Pinckney as the study continued. As the study closed and the ending pray started Roof stood up and pulled out his Gl0ck 41 .45 calibre handgûn and began sh00ting. Killing Pinckney first. Then 26 year old Tywanza Sanders stood up to plead with Dylann before he said ‘I have to do it. You r4p3 our women and you’re taking over our country and you have to go’ he then wh0re and k!lled Sharonda Singleton, Dr. Daniel L. Simmons, Ethel Lee Lance, Cynthia Hurd, Myra Tompson and Tywanza Sanders. Dylann would reload 5 times that day. Polly Shepherd was spared when he asked her if he shot her yet to which she replied no he then told her ‘good cause we need someone to survive because I’m gonna sh00t myself and you’ll be the only survivor. He then turned the gûn on himself realizing he was out of ammo. He then left the church to the surprise there wasn’t anyone outside. The next day the police confirmed the gûnman was 21 year old Dylann Roof with witnesses reporting they saw him drive towards Shelby, a town close to Charleston. At 10:44am Roof was arrested at a traffic stop in Shelby where it was then confirmed he worked alone.

Five days after the sh00ting the grand jury announced that Roof was being indicted for 33 federal charges.

12 counts hate crime against black people

12 counts obstructing the exercise of religion

9 counts mûrd3r using a firearm.

On June 6th Roof reportedly did not want to be trialed by jury and instead let the judge decide if he was guilty and if the d3ath penalty was reasonable. August 23rd Roofs lawyers called the motion of d3ath penalty unconstitutional and asked to reject the motion. On September 1st an on camera hearing was held in case of outbursts. December 7th 2016 the trial started. During a survivor statement Roofs mom collapsed as she had a heart attack. After 3 days of the trial FBI played a video on which he admitted to laughing and drinking while describing to friends how he’d sh00t the church. To which his friend didn’t report to police and said he was drunk and took his keys and gl0ck that was on him. After 2 hours the jury found him guilty on all 33 charges. Roof wanting to plead guilty but told not to by lawyers.

January 10th 2027 Roof was sentenced to d3ath penalty, and d3ath by lethal injection.

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NOTE: if I get anything wrong please tell me! This was from an old project I had.

-Vivi

[keepwaitingforyou]

do you have any facts about dylann that are your favourites? could you share them with us? :3

I already answered this question this morning on my other blog but I'll give some more bc why not

there are supposedly hundreds more photos that he took that still haven't been released to the public

he wrote a letter to tucker carlson

apparently he'd leave in the middle of conversations and go listen to music in his car

in his interrogation, he very incorrectly guessed how long he stayed in the church and forgot what month and day of the week it was

when someone would try to quote dylann, they'd have to get every word exactly how he said it, or else he would say that they're wrong

in 2016 he said he'd rather have bernie sanders as the president than donald trump or hillary clinton

he thought his message would get across better if there were only black people on the jury because he thought white people would want to give him the death penalty so they wouldn't seem racist

he got passport photos taken at cvs. i have no clue why.

when he was a kid, whenever he'd go out to eat with his family he'd almost always order spaghetti

there was a map of the world on the wall of his bathroom and a chair right next to the toilet

and here are the facts from my other post since that blog got termed anyway:

- I've never seen anyone bring this up, but in his bank statements it shows that he went to an aquarium in charleston

- Dylann had a friend who died in November 2013, and he left a tribute on his obituary in May 2015

- his favorite photo is the one he took with the slave mannequins at boone hall plantation

- Dylann bought the rhodesia and apartheid south africa patches on his jacket on the same day that he registered the lastrhodesian.com domain in February 2015, but didn't put his manifesto on his website until the day of the shooting

- he seemed to mostly listen to music on cassette tapes, and asked someone on stormfront if they'd be willing to sell cassettes to him

- he's been described by people who have talked with him and saw him after the shooting as "gentle", "childlike", "polite", "mostly passive and submissive in dealing with others", "wary and sensitive"

- at one point he said he wanted to get a job as a retail worker but thought no one would hire him because of the way he looks

- when dylann was in middle school, he saw a band live and then asked his mom if they could stay in their house. his mom's boyfriend at the time allowed it and the band slept in the basement

- when he was a kid he went on vacation with his family to the florida keys, which was the only time his dad was able to remember dylann befriending someone else

- dylann wanted to change his middle name

- some of his other interests before white nationalism were Star Wars, Maple Story, Bionicles, dogs, and dinosaurs

- Dylann is too shy, socially inept, and easily embarrassed to engage in conversation a lot of the time. He speaks softly and usually only gives one or two word answers. When he'd ask the manager at Clark's for a day off of work, he'd "wring his hands in nervousness"

[queersatanic]

is that post about you wanting to discriminate against immigrants a meme? or????

It sounds like you're referring to this post, which you're right, is pretty jarring without the context of the bitter but serious joke being made there.

In the wake of the psychic trauma of the 2016 election and Hillary Clinton's electoral loss to Donald Trump, a librarian named Kristin Garvey came up with the following sign:

In this house, we believe: Black Lives Matter. Women’s rights are human rights. No human is illegal. Science is real. Love is love. Kindness is everything.

Basically saying, "Unlike those people who supported and support Trump, we are reasonable people who have basic human decency and right opinions," and presumably these people vote for the most progressive Democrat they can in every election.

But pretty quickly the sign was mocked and satirized by others, especially on the political Right. On the Left, though, this was often done by noticing how such people tended to also be wealthy white liberals who would suddenly grow very reactionary when an issue moved away from platitudes to something material like greater housing density near them, sending their own children to public schools, or non-carceral government responses to immigrants or visibly homeless people. Even the opening phrase "in this house" tells you that you're talking about a certain kind of person with a certain kind of wealth because to be able to plant a yard sign you both need a yard and have the authority to put something on it, which renters rarely have.

So let's go back to @papasmoke's post, riffing on that:

In this house we believe in Housing de-regulation A strong border wall Discriminatory immigration policies Infinite funding for the police Rhodesia 2's right to rape, murder, and conquer A maximally lethal military Loving who you love ❤️

This is a reference to the current state of the Democratic Party under presidential nominee Kamala Harris, and specifically her speech at the Democratic National Convention on Aug. 22, 2024 (the day before papasmoke's post was made).

Now, we may be differing with @/papasmoke here in that "housing de-regulation" in the sense of ending shit like single-family zoning probably is actually a good thing. But the point we'd agree on is that Democrats aren't talking about using the federal government to step up dense, public housing projects like they did in the mid-20th century. It's just, "We're going to solve the problem!" as an applause line.

On the border, Harris is criticizing Trump for not being as strong on "border security" as she will be.

On police, since 2020, the Biden regime, and surely Harris as well, will continue to push for more federal resources for cops around the country. The spigot will be turned on for the publicly-funded thugs doing the attacks on unhoused people but not so much for the unhoused people.

In regards to "Rhodesia 2", of course we have Harris saying this about Israel:

And let me be clear. I will always stand up for Israel’s right to defend itself — (applause) — and I will always ensure Israel has the ability to defend itself, because the people of Israel must never again face the horror that a terrorist organization called Hamas caused on October 7 — (applause) — including unspeakable sexual violence and the massacre of young people at a music festival.

Not only is there continued material support to proceed continuously bombing Gaza for what will soon be a year, there is not even the rhetorical condemnation of Israel raping, murdering, and starving two million people, all in the name of greater living space and manifest destiny of a brutal apartheid state.

For the USA's own military, Harris says:

As commander in chief, I will ensure America always has the strongest, most lethal fighting force in the world. 

However, Harris does say that at stake is "the freedom to love who you love openly and with pride," which is one of the main clubs Democrats use to tell queer people in particular that if you aren't OK supporting genocide, cops, and imperialism, then you are not a serious or practical person and you deserve whatever the next Trump regime does to you.

All of this was wildly popular to that room full of people, who also chanted "U-S-A" in response to people trying to just get a Palestinian speaker on stage to have their suffering recognized.

There's an old joke about how if you ask a socialist to describe their problems with capitalism, the socialist tells you a long list of problems with capitalism. But if you ask a capitalist the problems with socialism, they just describe the status quo under capitalism.

U.S. politics is like that with progressive voters in particular. If you were to accurately describe the Biden regime's current immigration/border policy or the enabling of Israel's ongoing ethnic cleansing to a liberal in 2017-2020, they would tell you, "That's why the next election is so important to get a Democrat in office."

Then when you look at what Democrats do while in office, yeah, you can argue that it could be worse. But it could be a hell of a lot better, too, and the fundamental problem is there are tens of millions of liberals and partisan Democrats who only seem capable of imagining and working toward a better world when the opposing party is in power. Meanwhile these same people call life under their own rule the best of all possible worlds and see anyone conceiving and working toward something better than that to be actively sabotaging them.

So, that's a much longer explanation than you presumably were asking for, but that's what that post is criticizing specifically and why it's in that format, and it's also why people left of Ronald Reagan are so antagonistic toward partisan Democrats and their political class when we recognize that, yes, Donald Trump and the GOP are horrible and want horrible things for everyone they can put under their power.

[jayahult]

I try not to get too political on here, which is sort of a fool's errand. All speech, of course, is political speech, it is just that some topics appear neutral. The biggest sticking point for me has always been less controversy and more a lack of audience. I do not have many followers, and so for a long while now I have felt like my voice, while heard, would not be heard by many. That said, over the past twelve months I have felt increasingly compelled to speak on the matter of Israel and Palestine. My conscience will no longer permit any further silence, even if my words only reach a few people.

I am not Israeli, nor am I Palestinian, but I do not need a nationality to know what is wrong from what is right. A year ago today, Hamas engaged in what is fairly called a horrific attack on Israel, and took hostages. It killed nearly a thousand people. The horror that followed, though, beggars the October 7th attacks. The direct death toll of the IDF's terror campaign has been counted in the range of 40,000 and counting. This of course does not count the indirect death toll, and those that are missing. Were that taken into account, it would point to a death toll that now approaches the mark of 190,000 dead.

I live in a small town of about 8,000 people. I think about this - that had it been the IDF attacking my home, they would have killed every person there, every man, woman and child, almost 240 times over. Every person I have passed on the street, every child who took the bus to elementary school, every family, every person I liked or disliked here, my family, all would be annihilated. And then I think again of Gaza and my heart feels nothing but the deepest sympathy for them, and the greatest anger at the IDF for putting them in this position.

What angers me even more is that, by dint of being American, my government has made me complicit in this matter. It takes my taxes, spends them on bombs and planes and guns and ammo and ships them off to men who kill children to achieve aims that are at best inscrutable. Even the most jaded, cynic, realpolitik bastard you could think of would probably admit that at the very least Israel must be reigned in before the war escalates any further; that Israel's actions have seriously damaged the image of America abroad, even more so than before; and that in continuing support we burn international bridges that may not be able to be repaired for a long time. And yet my government, one I voted for, seems set upon supporting Israel's military forces without any thought of this.

Let me remind you now that this problem is not a new one but it is not an old one either; it is not one of religious conflict between Muslims and Jews. Religion and ethnicity play a factor, certainly, but that factor is as an agent of justification, not an agent of cause. The justification of this conflict is spiritual and racial; the cause is material and simple. Israel is akin to South Africa or Rhodesia, and yes I make that comparison intentionally, because Israel does indeed perform apartheid upon its Palestinian populace. Its cause since its inception with the British Mandate have been one and the same with South Africa and Rhodesia and even French Algeria: to displace and dispossess a native population of people at the barrel of the gun for the purpose of creating profit and landed ownership for a select few; to create a promised "living space" for the upper class; and to ensure the oppression and brutalization of a racialized underclass for further profit, be it through the military-industrial complex or forced labor on the part of the underclass, or both. You could call that apartheid, or settler-colonialism, or any other number of names. You could call it ethnoreligious conflict (though I would disagree with so weak a term) if you wanted. But what you must understand - what you must come to grips with - is that the Israeli government's actions are unequivocally wrong, and my government's support of them fundamentally debased.

I do not know what arguments will convince the unconvinced upon this matter, or what the great trepidation and cowardice is with people trying to defend these actions. When viewed with a clear eye it becomes obvious that the Israeli government has the attitude of an errant dog, loosed from its long American leash upon the innocents of Gaza, of Palestine in general and now of Lebanon where the genocidal warmongering seems primed to spread. Pundits and politicians continue to equivocate about Hamas's actions. Do they think we're fools? It's plain to see that if we are measuring butchers, the IDF have the better of them, and my government continues to enable them. Every bomb dropped and every person killed in Gaza is a black stain upon history which, if there is any justice, will live in infamy so long as history itself persists.

Perhaps there are those among my American audience who are so-called patriots; you believe that because Israel shows affection towards the US and its aims, that its actions and the United States' interests are so aligned. Perhaps you trust in your leaders to make the right choice in this matter. I would count this as also quite foolish, though perhaps understandable. The love of country blinds men to the love they should lavish on their fellow man. You only need look to Israel's actions for proof. That sort of patriotism will only let your leaders deceive you. Do not let them! If you must love your country, be clear-sighted in that love and do not let it outweigh your common sense and morality! We must put to our leaders great critique on the handling of this matter, on the left and the right, for their inadequacy and failure to do anything to restrain these acts of needless and unjustified aggression and genocide.

Perhaps there are those among you who would say that the Jewish people must have a state, and that state must be allowed self-defense, and these actions have been taken in that interest. To this I must say that I frankly must disagree, and I will word myself carefully here because I wish to make myself absolutely clear. I hold no animosity towards Jewish people, nor any religion in specific. I have animosity towards Israel's state; were it a Christian state, or a Muslim state, or a Buddhist state, or any other state with such an affiliation committing to these same actions, I would earnestly hold the same opinion. I do indeed believe that the movement for Palestinian freedom must brook no quarter for antisemitism, both for moral and strategic reasons which I presume to be obvious. Having said that, the root of my animosity is this: I have said before that I am an American by birth, and I must say that while I am not a patriot, I am endeared to certain values which are found in the US Constitution. Among them is the separation of church and state. How can I, a believer in this principle, in good conscience support a state bonded to a religion in its foundation? How can I understand Zionism, so defined as a ideology seeking the foundation of a Jewish state, as anything other than a direct violation of that principle?

Another principle of mine is this: only a man has a right. A state can have a right only so far as it defends the rights of men, and Israel has vastly breached that rule in this war. How lucky I am to worry for my right to free expression, to my religion, to my free movement; the people of Gaza must worry about their right to drink, to eat, to live uninjured by bombs, to live, and it is Israel who denies them these rights. If this is what self-defense means on the scale of nations, then it ought be abolished altogether on account of how it interferes with the rights of the subjects of that "defense."

Perhaps there are those among you who would say that there is also an ethnic component to Judaism. To this I have little to say, besides that a state bound to a single ethnicity and a single religion stands apart to me as substantially worse than just one or the other, perhaps even more than the sum of its parts. That is all I can muster on the matter.

Perhaps there are those who believe that this problem, at its root, is intractable. This is something I would consider too pessimistic, though I understand more the trepidation here. The crimes committed are obviously not easy to remediate or reconcile. However, the solution to this is not to stand idly by and allow these crimes to continue to happen. As I have mentioned before, the United States has continued to deliver weapons to the Israeli government in full knowledge of their crimes, and that only serves to make the problem more intractable, not less. The only way to start the process of healing these wounds will be to stop the bleeding. The only way to stop the bleeding is to prevent the continued assault on Gaza. And, though these situations are different, when we look to places like South Africa, we can see that reconciliation is possible. There can be a day - there must be a day - where Palestinians and Jewish people may live in peace together, without oppression, without fear of dispossession, without fear of violence or danger.

That day can only come with great effort, with collective action, with courage, intelligence and patience to see the whole thing through, not just in Israel and Palestine but around the world. We live now in a world more connected than ever, for good and ill, and we may wield that fact for good. The Israeli economy is, like most, reliant upon the global network of trade and commerce. This is why Boycott, Divest, Sanction is doing such important work. I would pay particular attention to their words; their work is to try to strategically force companies to divest themselves from the Israeli economy, disrupting the war machine and their ability to continue these actions, and would suggest that you take part in this effort if you can. This is something almost anyone can do, and every part counts if it is part of these strategic efforts; it only asks that you do not spend your money. But if you do have money to spare, I would suggest donating. There are of course many vetted fundraisers on this site. I don't think you'll need to look far to find them. I would also suggest the UNRWA, who are deeply underfunded in the face of the present crisis and need all the help they can get to in turn help the Palestinian people.

And, of course, I would suggest that you protest. I unfortunately live in an area where there is little opportunity for this, but if you can join a demonstration or protest, I think you ought to. We will not get the attention of our leaders without us letting them know, and public protest is one way to do that. I would also gladly suggest that you write to your leaders. Tell them that this matter weighs heavily on your conscience. Tell them that you are concerned on where they stand on the matter. Tell them that your support may be at risk if they do not stand in favor of Palestine, regardless of whether that is true or not. Get your friends involved. Get your family involved, wherever you are. The genocide can stop. The genocide must stop. The genocide will stop.

I hope, if you were not already convinced, that this has changed your mind, and I am sad that I did not say anything earlier. That is all.

[basedhighsenberg]

I'm smoking on that deep Sierra Leone shit, that shit so african it'll make you wanna chop the hands off of your local librarian because she voted for Jimmy Carter. I was selling dope to freedom fighters in Rhodesia back when it was fuckin Rhodesia so you know I got that connect for white. I hand out automatic weapons to radicalized school children just so they can take my opps to class. I'm reaching heaven through violence just to remind God that I'm him. The UN ain't nothing to me, man.

[camillafanfiction]

Africa Calling - Part 1

September 1979

Camilla stretched her arms and with a little sigh sat down on the comfortable sun lounger by the pool again, her legs bent in front of her chest. The first half of September had been unusually warm this year and it was wonderful to soak up the sun. Charles, who was sitting on the sun lounger next to her, was still fiddling with his new video camera. Earlier this month he had captured Tom’s first day of school with it and just yesterday he had filmed how little Laura was taking more and more firm steps, almost running off now.

After a little less than one month after Lord Mountbatten’s death it seemed like Charles was finally starting to really enjoy life again. With Camilla and her wonderful warmth and joie de vivre it felt free and simple, carefree and somehow just… perfect. In April, right after Laura’s first birthday, Andrew had been called to Rhodesia and would be staying there for the foreseeable future without much furlough, much to Charles’s delight. If he had his will, he would probably have moved in by now, Camilla knew. Well, in a way he had, at least since Uncle Dickie’s death anyway… He was spending more time with her children and her than ever before and whenever he was off duty he came around. Camilla, too, felt much happier since they spent so much regular time together, but they both knew, too, that they had to be more careful than ever. With Tom turning 5 in December and having started school on September 3rd, he began to understand and talk more, so they were very careful to not let anything of their love show in front of him.    

“Hey, Miss Sexy!”, Charles suddenly said and held his video camera directly at Camilla, who was looking absolutely to die for in a rather small stunning red bikini with white polka dots. One and a half years after Laura’s birth, she’d lost almost all of the baby-weight and looked most perfect, though she had never really bothered about her weight. She’d also grown and nurtured her hair and it was now falling over her shoulders in almost long, golden waves. He loved that length on her, it made her look like a goddess.

Camilla tilted her head towards him, tried to look indignant and breathed a shy “No pictures, please!”, but after a second failed miserably and was only able to splutter and almost fell off the sun lounger. 

“Silly girl,” Charles grinned with a shake of his head. “I’m not taking photos, I’m filming you.” And indeed, he was sure he’d taken the most amazing clips of her, capturing her wonderful laugh, her beautiful body and pretty surely he’d even managed to highlight her incredibly sexy venus dimples that he loved so much. 

“You’re an idiot.” She rolled her eyes as Charles’s lens came way too close to her cleavage and she playfully put her hand in front of it. “No, no, no,” she laughed. “You’re being naughty, Sir.” With one smooth, quick movement she grabbed the camera and carefully pushed it to the side and into the grass. 

“And you’re being cheeky, Miss,” he retorted, saving his camera before he snatched a kiss from her, which suddenly led to a playful tiff, heating up the whole situation out of nowhere. They’d made love not too long ago, earlier this morning, but the tingling and prickling still hung in the air and flushed through both their bodies. Camilla hadn’t planned on it, but she’d fallen madly in love with Charles again just around her 30th birthday last year. Charles, on the other hand, had never stopped loving her and was still head over heels in love. He was crazy about her and would probably be all of his life. At least he couldn’t imagine a day in his life where didn’t love or want her.

“Let’s continue this conversation in bed,” Camilla breathed against the Prince’s mouth. “My legs can’t wait to hear what your hands have to say…”

x

Camilla looked at Charles in surprise, then laughed and threw her head back, looking absolutely sexy without intending to. “You must be joking!”

Charles shook his head and stroked tenderly over Camilla’s naked back. “I’m being very serious, my darling.” he replied, but he could read on her face that she was still trying to figure out if he was taking the mickey out of her or if he’d suddenly gone mad because of his suggestion.

She turned to her side, presenting her wonderfully full breasts. “Darling, you can’t be,” she shook her head.

“But I am,” he insisted, kissing her collar, which made her smile.

“Are you sure you’re not in some kind of a post-coital bemusement or something?”, she giggled, teasingly running her index finger over his stomach and down to his crutch. It made him moan and she grinned again, lovingly and sexily at once. 

Camilla noticed very well how much will-power it took Charles to push her slightly away. “Let’s talk about it with a sober mind, maybe at tea time when we’ve recovered from that wonderful orgasm?!” he suggested with a smirk, making no secret out of just how much he loved that lusty lush life with her. 

“Are you talking about mine or yours?” she teasingly poked him in the ribs and they both laughed. Then she propped herself up on her elbows. “How about before the children are running and rampaging around us again?”

x

Later that day the lovers sat in the garden again, right in the grass with Laura chasing around them as good as she could. The sun was still up in the sky and bees and butterflies were humming in the air. Camilla had well avoided the topic they’d been talking about earlier that day, but she could read on his face that wasn’t through with it yet.

“Lovey,” he nudged her, “I’ve been very serious when I asked you to be my official companion for Rhodesia. You’re the perfect fit!”

Camilla shook her head in disbelief. “In your wildest dreams, darling.” How could Charles seriously consider her as an official companion for the handover of Rhodesia? She was just a mum and housewife and, most of all: his affair.

“You’re absolutely underestimating yourself, darling.”, Charles contered. “Let me tell you why you’re perfect.” He kissed her palm. “Firstly, you’re happily married to Andrew and he’s the leader down there. So, obviously, you want to be with him at that particular event, you’re a proud army wife after all.” He heard Camilla’s chortle, but chose to ignore it. “Secondly, because you’re happily married nobody’s going to think anything when you’re accompanying me.”

“Despite all our friends and the rest of high society…” Camilla interposed with an amused grin.

Charles shook his head and placed his index finger on her mouth. “Thirdly, you know how to behave, are a perfect companion and, first and foremost, you make me very, very, very happy. Just imagine a grumpy Prince of Wales at such an important event…”

“And your family would, of course, totally approve,” she replied ironically, rolling her eyes.

“Well, Uncle Dickie can’t complain anymore and Mummy actually thinks it’s a nice idea.”

“Your mother thinks ‘it’s a nice idea’?!” Camilla raised an eyebrow.

Charles shrugged his shoulders, his face unimpressed. “Yes.”

“There’s no way I’m going to get into a plane for what, 13 hours?!”

“Not even for your favourite little prince?” Charles looked at her with puppy eyes. 

“Darling, I’m going to embarrass you… the monarchy… I’m just… you know… your devoted old house wife friend from the countryside…”

“You’re the perfect consort, my darling.”, he encouraged her. “And I’ll reward you graciously”, he whispered into her ear, which made Camilla giggle.

“Fool,” she laughed, but then got serious. “I’ll think it through. But don’t put your hopes up.”

Charles rolled to the side, a content smile on his face. For the moment that was all he needed to know.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from The Revelator:

A herd of emaciated cows crowd for water at a small dam in the Zimunya area about 50 kilometres (31 miles) south of Zimbabwe’s eastern border city of Mutare.

On the other side of the small dam, a group of children excitedly fetch water, mostly for nondrinking or cooking uses. In this part of the country, water became scarce this year as an El Niño-induced drought — the worst in more than 40 years — ravaged the region. The drought has left nearly 10 million people food insecure. Livestock and people now compete for limited water in many rural areas of Zimbabwe.

At the same time, livestock diseases are killing the few cattle that have survived the current and previous droughts. The mix of severe droughts and devastating diseases are making both livestock and rain-fed crop farming in Zimbabwe increasingly untenable. And farmers are worried; summer seasons are becoming shorter — in some cases accompanied by violent storms and heavy flooding.

“We don’t even know how to save our cattle,” says Leonard Madanhire, a small-scale livestock and crop farmer in Zimunya. “The cattle might survive the drought, but we are not sure whether they will survive the diseases like anthrax and theileriosis. Most of our livestock are now too frail to fight diseases.”

Anthrax, a disease that affects wild animals, livestock, and humans, is caused by spore-forming bacteria called Bacillus anthracis. Theileriosis, also known as January disease, is a cattle disease transmitted by ticks.

Anthrax is of particular worry. Early this year several districts in Zimbabwe were hit by an anthrax outbreak that caused a documented 513 human infections, countless livestock infections, and 36 livestock deaths

Though some experts say the current anthrax outbreaks in Zimbabwe have been exacerbated by climate change, outbreaks can be traced back to the time of Zimbabwe’s protracted war of liberation that ended in 1979. At the height of the war, when the country was still known as Rhodesia, the brutal colonial regime of the late Prime Minister Ian Smith reportedly used anthrax as a biological weapon.

Experts say this resulted in the largest global human anthrax outbreak, which occurred in Zimbabwe between 1978 and 1980. More than 10,700 cases of human anthrax and 200 deaths were recorded during that time.

Since the late 1970s and early 1980s, the disease has become endemic in Zimbabwe.

Today experts fear that anthrax outbreaks in Zimbabwe will become worse due to climate change, which is making some parts of the country warmer and wetter.

Les Baillie, a professor of microbiology at Cardiff University’s School of Pharmacy and Pharmaceutical Sciences in the United Kingdom, tells me that outbreaks of anthrax regularly occur in Zimbabwe and that there have been several outbreaks across Africa since last year.

Baillie shared a report on anthrax he recently wrote with Alexandra Cusmano, another expert from the school, which suggests that climate change may have worsened the anthrax problem in Africa.

[thenixkat]

M1 dead prez & Bonnot - Real Revolutionaries ft. General Levy and Paolo Frescu

Lyrics:

[Intro: Bob Marley] ...overcome our little trouble

Brother you're right, you're right You're right, you're right, you're, so right! We gon' fight (we gon' fight), we'll have to fight (we gon' fight) We gonna fight (we gon' fight)

[Verse 1: M1] Soon we'll find out who is, the real revolutionary

Bob hit the nail When he fell on his deathbed The streets ran red With blood, sweat and tears It was too many years for liberation Colonization enslaved a whole nation Cecil stole that called it Rhodesia Too many white folks catchin' amnesia How convenient! History is not an agreement I guess It's based on how you see it Nas was wrong, Mugabe was right! We gotta fight! Izwe Lethu i Afrika! Afrika's our Land The future is in our hands So here's a list of demands Reparations for what they stole The People, the Land, the Diamonds, the Gold Stop the bombing us Neo-coons Uncle Tom-ing us Sellin us your empty promises Your Economist Propagandizing what time it is Fuck that digital shit Back up off our nuts a lil' bit And let's take it back to the Futuristic I'll testify as a material witness These muthafuckas is too sadistic If you got some melanin You can get with this X - that, if you, hear this That's the bizness!! [General Levy] (the site didn’t have this man’s verses and I’mma do my best, some help would be appreciated)

Africa the rights will land up with our forefathah  with school and we about to be antifa rebah they empty our land to take our silvah they take the revolution but not the cultchah you think a little thing a black mon u’ll fight fair we wan back the da land of our forefathah Christopher Columbus was a rapscallion to be quite precise he was a freaking robber

[Verse 2: M1] Kwame Nkruma, Sekou Toure Thomas Sankara The leaders of tomorrow The future Garveys The future Lumumba The future Bikos The future Heros Let's celebrate a free Zimbabwe We doin it our way A national holiday No more Imperialism, not today Fuck the I.M.F., Fuck the World Bank United States of Afrika Not AFRICOM Do you think I'm dumb I know where I'm from The Continent I ain't claimin' no blocks You got me bent I meant what I said And said what I meant Obama ani't my President That's just white power In a black face This is about Liberation... not race!

[General Levy]  (the site didn’t have this man’s verses and I’mma do my best, some help would be appreciated)

M1 what I say The sands of Aragones the violence in the weir you know the spot to look for the message will be clear let’s read between the lines and pick the sense from nonsense  don't be fooled by the lies politics propetense they think they can keep us blinded lies about the truth stop collaborating they divide us into groups racialism projectism sexism to name a few unity issues we should defy as a rule Bonnot

[M1] (rest of the song not on the lyrics site either doing my best)

Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up

[General Levy]

Oh if we just demand and make moves so illegal They’ll kill the innocent or buy the island with diesel  They wicked and deceitful and have the gall acting regal People is inevitable wait till you see we will be free Ghetto you is free ghetto you is free From the mental slavery Killing your youth we wanna to be free Free free free Fight for your rights and your liberty

[scotianostra]

On January 17th 1926 Moira Shearer, ballet dancer and film star was born in Dunfermline.

Moira was educated at Dunfermline High School, Ndola in Zambia (formerly Northern Rhodesia) and Bearsden Academy. She received her professional training at the Mayfair School and The Nicholas Legat Studio and made her debut in the International Ballet with 1941 and then danced at Sadler's Wells in 1942.

From 1942 to 1952 she danced all the major classic roles and a full repertoire of revivals and new ballets. Her first ballet role was Sleeping Beauty at the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden in 1946.

Shearer was married to the Scottish journalist and broadcaster Ludovic Kennedy from 1950, they had four children together. Moira passed away aged 80 in 2006 and is buried at Durisdeer Parish Churchyard, Dumfries and Galloway.

[zahri-melitor]

The next bunch of Santa Claus appearances:-

Gen 13: a Christmas Caper. I will level with you - I had no idea who or what Gen 13 were before this book. It's not a part of Wildstorm I'm familiar with.

This is, as best I understand it, the primary-school age Gen 13? being raised by a secret government agency, IO. Basically think 8 year olds with super powers. They're looked after by Miss Helga. (After speed reading the wikis I have NO IDEA when or how this fits in; I think it's either just supposed to be cute OR these are duplicate kids).

The Baron, who might be running IO (?) or in opposition to them (?) hates Santa, as he's received coal for Christmas every year and has a plot to capture Santa! Several of the Gen 13 kids also want to see Santa. Santa arrives and a bunch of military secret agents jump him and capture him along with a couple of the kids. The other kids and Miss Helga have to rescue them.

Lots of superpowers, a very heartwarming moment later on when it's revealed by Santa that he has NOT been giving the Baron coal every year - his father substituted the present to be coal all his childhood to make the Baron more evil.

The conflict makes Santa late for his present deliveries so everyone including the secret agents lend a hand to get all the presents delivered on time.

JLA #60: Twas the Fight Before Christmas

Plastic Man telling Woozy's nephew the story of how Santa joined the JLA.

The most important part of this story, however, is the return of the NPEU! Elf Union #0001 represent!

Okay back to the plot of the definitely real story Plas is telling.

Santa's having a bad year because Neron decided to take over gift giving and give presents that had a nasty twist to them. The JLA and Santa both go to stop Neron, and Santa manages to defeat Neron as he hands him a gift. Because Neron must make bargains, he insists Santa must take something in return, but Santa lectures on the spirit of giving with no strings attached. This logic-faults Neron and defeats him!

Woozy's nephew does not believe this whole story, but as the two of them look out the window...who appears but Santa, flying with rocket boots and using heat vision!

(It's actually J'onn and Kyle, who heard the whole story over Plas' communicator, which was accidentally on, and who decided to make a kid's Christmas)

So, real Santa? You'd think not...

Except Santa appears talking to a reindeer in the final panel! (So that's two layers of fake Santas and one real Santa. Plus the Elf Union)

Young Justice #40: The Night Before Doomsday.

You know this one. YJ recount the story of the year they saw Santa killed on Christmas Eve by Mordrek and they try to deliver the presents for him (failing miserably at getting it done on time, taking "two months, three weeks, and five days").

On rereading this, what jumped out this time is that despite this being a 2001 Christmas story AND being set 'two years ago', Young Justice were delivering presents to Zimbabwe and Rhodesia. Peter David. Rhodesia hadn't existed since 1980 at the LATEST. (Also. Uh. Rhodesia. Um. Not a reference I'd be leaning into in my fun wacky hijinks YJ book)

So Santa's now dead! Except obviously he isn't...our next stop will be The Spectre.

[luthienebonyx]

What a truly progressive government looks like

The man in this photo is Gough (pronounced Goff) Whitlam, the 21st prime minister of Australia. Fifty years ago, on 2 December 1972, Gough Whitlam’s Australian Labor Party won the federal election, and ushered in easily the most progressive government Australia has ever had. It was a government that truly changed Australia, and set it on the path towards being the country it is today.

Gough (he was one of those rare politicians who was widely known simply by his first name. There was truly only one Gough) was tall and imposing, with silver hair and dark eyebrows, and a booming voice that delivered his razor sharp wit. When he led the ALP to victory in 1972, the party had been out of government for 23 long years, and were determined to make a difference when at last they were back in power. As you’ve probably worked out from the glorious 1970s t-shirts in the picture, the election campaign slogan was It’s Time. It featured in a famous election ad jingle, performed by Alison McCallum and accompanied by many famous faces of the time.

After winning the 1972 election, Gough wasted no time in implementing his election promises. Not willing to wait until the final results of the election were confirmed and the full ministry could be appointed, he and his deputy, Lance Barnard, were sworn in as prime minister and deputy prime minister on 5 December. Between the two of them, they held all 27 government portfolios for two weeks until the rest of the ministry was sworn in. The duumvirate, as it was known:

ordered negotiations to establish full relations with China

ended conscription in the Vietnam War

freed the conscientious objectors who had been jailed for refusing conscription

ordered home all remaining Australian troops in Vietnam

re-opened the equal pay case (for women, who were at that time by law paid less than men for doing the same job) and appointed a woman, Elizabeth Evatt, to the Commonwealth Conciliation and Arbitration Commission, the body that made the decision

abolished sales tax on the contraceptive pill

announced major grants for the arts

appointed an interim schools commission

barred racially discriminatory sport teams from Australia, and instructed the Australian delegation at the United Nations to vote in favour of sanctions on apartheid South Africa and Rhodesia

And that was just the first two weeks.

In the three years that followed, the Whitlam government:

introduced a national universal health scheme

abolished university fees

abolished the death penalty for federal crimes

established Legal Aid

replaced God Save the Queen with Advance Australia Fair as the national anthem

replaced the British honours system with the Order of Australia

created the family court and introduced no fault divorce, the first country in the world to do so

ended the White Australia policy

introduced the racial discrimination act

advocated for Indigenous rights, including creating the Aboriginal Land Fund and the Aboriginal Loans Commission, and returned some of their traditional lands to the Gurunji people in the Northern Territory. This was the first time that any Australian government had returned land to its original custodians. Here’s a famous photograph by Mervyn Bishop of Gough pouring a handful of red earth into the hands of Gurunji leader Vincent Lingiari, ‘as a sign that this land will be in the possession of you and your children forever‘:

I’m sure there are more achievements of the Whitlam government that I’m forgetting. There were a lot.

Of course, the Whitlam government will always be seen through the lens of the way it ended, but I’m not going to talk about the constitutional crisis of 1975 - plenty of books have been written about that, including one by Gough himself - or about the various dysfunctions of the Whitlam government, particularly once the international oil crisis hit in 1973.

I just really want to point out that truly progressive governments can change their countries profoundly, and for the lasting betterment of their people. Not everything that the Whitlam government achieved withstood the assaults of the conservative government that followed it, but some did and are still with us, half a century later, while other aspects, like universal healthcare, were resurrected by the Hawke Labor government a decade later, and endure to this day.

Gough died in 2014 at the age of 98, not quite making his personal century. Tonight I’m raising a glass to his memory. Thanks, Gough, for all the things you did to make this country a better, fairer, more inclusive place.

[lboogie1906]

Joshua Mqabuko Nyongolo Nkomo (June 19, 1917 - July 1, 1999) was a Zimbabwean anti-colonialist revolutionary and politician who was vice-president of Zimbabwe (1990-99). He was born in Matabeleland, Rhodesia into a family where he had eight siblings. He enrolled at Adams College and the Jan H. Hofmeyr School of Social Work in South Africa.

He became the organizing secretary of the Rhodesian African Workers’ Union. He became one of the first Black Africans to be given a senior managerial office in the Rhodesian Railways. He became the elected president of the African Railway Employees Association.

He was elected president of the struggling Southern Rhodesia African National Congress. The SRANC was banned by the Southern Rhodesian parliament under the newly passed Unlawful Organizations Act. He went into self-exile in London and was elected president of the new, New Democratic Party upon his return to Southern Rhodesia. The colonial government responded by banning the NDP.

He and his fellow leaders, including Robert Mugabe, formed the more militant Zimbabwe African People’s Union. ZAPU oversaw the formation of the Zimbabwe People’s Revolutionary Army, a guerrilla army that received training from the Soviet Union and its allies.

ZAPU was banned. He remained abroad during this period to establish a government in exile. He was sent to a detainment camp at Gonakudzinwa for ten years. He continued to lead ZAPU and ZIPRA until ZAPU and the party split.

in March 1980, Black Rhodesians voted for the first time. His party won 20 seats, and African representatives held more than 75% of parliament seats with, ZAPU in control of 24%.

He faced years of political persecution from Robert Mugabe’s ruling party – the Zimbabwe African National Union-Patriotic Front. He signed the Unity Accord allowing ZANU-PF to swallow Nkomo’s PF-ZANU. Robert Mugabe appointed him as vice-president of Zimbabwe in 1990, although he was a figurehead. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence