The Blood Moon!!!
Had to make something for Leap Day.
if you don't do anything else today,
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
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We die from the cruelty of the cold that seeps into our bones, and the harshness of winter that shows no mercy to our weary bodies.
We die under the rubble of bombings that erase every trace of life, and we die searching for a piece of bread to ease our children’s hunger.
Everything around us turns into a tool of death.
Even the land that once carried us now weighs down our souls with despair.
I write these words with a heart consumed by fear.
I want to leave… to escape Gaza.
I want to save my children, my wife, my family from this hell.
But every dream of escape feels like a fragile thread, torn by pain every day.
We wait...
We wait for salvation, for departure, for a miracle to stop this ever-growing pain.
Another cursed THING.
Song: 64💫 by Puhreem on SoundCloud
Pebble & Snug!
Surely this will go well!