Woman Punched By White Supremacist In Berkeley Speaks Out: SFist

Fairly soon, the 5-foot, 1-inch Rosealma, who weighs 95 pounds, says she found herself cornered near a wall, and she says “I was just trying to block myself away from different people who were just pushing me and attacking other people.”Then, she says, “From the corner of my eye I saw this fist coming at me,” and she says “[Damigo] punched me on the bridge of my nose. It cut it a little bit. I got thrown down and I’m pretty sure he just ran [away]. I got right back up. I was punched twice more by two other people. People kept trying to throw me down to hit my head on the rocks that were in the planter. I was just trying to not get my skull cracked open.” She soon found her boyfriend nearby covered in blood.Rosealma was likely targeted because she was wearing all black and sported dreadlocks, trademarks of the “antifa” as the alt-right calls them, though it’s unclear if anything occurred prior to the moment caught on video to provoke the attack.And she wants to set the record straight about a Facebook post she wrote that the alt-right has taken out of context to prove that she was there to do harm. She wrote, “Heading to Berkeley to disrupt the neo-Nazi / white supremacist jerk circle today. Nervous af but determined to bring back 100 nazi scalps.” This was a reference to a line from Inglorious Basterds, she explains. “I guess no has seen Quentin Tarantino movies. I thought that was going to be obvious, but I guess not.” (The line, delivered by Brad Pitt’s character, is “Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps!”)

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Aircraft Carrier Wasn’t Sailing to Deter North Korea, as U.S. Suggested – The New York Times – Oops! Which end is up? #TraitorTrump does not know…

A week ago, the White House declared that ordering an American aircraft carrier into the Sea of Japan would send a powerful deterrent signal to North Korea and give President Trump more options in responding to the North’s provocative behavior. “We’re sending an armada,” Mr. Trump said to Fox News that afternoon.The problem was that the carrier, the Carl Vinson, and the three other warships in its strike force were that very moment sailing in the opposite direction, to take part in joint exercises with the Australian Navy in the Indian Ocean, 3,500 miles southwest of the Korean Peninsula.White House officials said Tuesday that they had been relying on guidance from the Defense Department. Officials there described a glitch-ridden sequence of events, from an ill-timed announcement of the deployment by the military’s Pacific Command to an erroneous explanation by the defense secretary, Jim Mattis — all of which perpetuated the false narrative that a flotilla was racing toward the waters off North Korea.

Humans of New York

“I knew nothing about the guerrillas before I joined them. The only thing I knew was that they lived better than me. I grew up on a farm in a rural area. We were very poor. My mother abandoned our family so I had to take care of my younger siblings. My father was a good man, but he didn’t give me any liberties. He didn’t let me go to town. He didn’t let me go to school. He didn’t let me have a boyfriend. I wanted freedom, and the guerrillas seemed like my only way out. They used to drive by our farm in their jeeps. They seemed powerful. Even the women wore camouflage. One day the guerrillas stopped by our farm to buy some chickens, and I told them I wanted to join. I was only thirteen years old. They told me to meet them at a certain spot at 5 AM the next morning. I didn’t even say ‘goodbye’ to my father. They told me that I was never allowed to speak to my family again.” (Bogotá, Colombia)

Source: Humans of New York

Nile and Orphans #uganda #atozchallenge #Acholi

poetry penned in moon dust

The water’s stories flow

she laps against my boat

pages of history turning

one torn proffered note

lazy sun lulled to sleep

 one hand in the nile

not very far off

 slanted eye, crocodile

a swish of his tail

for my hand it’s too late

better learn from history

spilt blood is her fate

awaken to the falls

book falls from my hand

so much life has been lived

on this river beauty, grand

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can’t count the drops

seasons droughts and floods

orphans plentiful

Celebrating the strength and  beauty of the Acholi people and the Nile on this A to Z challenge Monday.

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