The phrase “rubber bullets” is often used to describe what are more accurately termed “rubber-coated metal bullets”, heavy steel projectiles with a minimal coating of 1mm or 2mm of rubber, that are regularly used to lethal effect alongside — not instead of — live ammunition.
Rubber-coated metal bullets are fired from metal tubes placed on the end of high-velocity rifles such as the M-16s commonly used by Israeli troops. Tubes contain around 8 rubber-coated, cylindrical, steel projectiles, which are powered by blank rounds fired from the gun’s magazine.
Writing in the medical journal, The Lancet, [doctors] said firing the bullets at civilians made it “impossible to avoid severe injuries to vulnerable body regions such as the head, neck and upper torso, leading to substantial mortality, morbidity and disability.”
They added: “We reported a substantial number of severe injuries and fatalities inflicted by use of rubber bullets when vulnerable upper-body regions such as the head, neck and upper torso were struck.
“This type of ammunition should therefore not be considered a safe method of crowd control.”"
My mom’s take on what’s going on in Ferguson (via actualbanshee)
Your mom isn’t wrong. That’s why it’s so important to keep the signal going. Too many are silenced with lies and fear and if they cannot speak then we have to do it for them.
she’s right. and then they gone pick the most out of touch stupidest people in the state to be on the jury.
always under the guise of “objective” “non-bias”. bullshit. why are you so focused on someone whose unbiased. truth has a liberal bias. if they’re putting people on the jury who aren’t familiar with the case… like who the fuck is this person? someone who doesn’t read the fucking newspaper or watch the news? someone who doesn’t use the internet? someone who don’t know what is going on. i don’t want them judging me. they let the cops go free!
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- Donate money to have those arrested in Ferguson released on bail. These people belong on the streets, especially at a time like this.
- Send a note of condolence to the family of Michael Brown.Let’s not forget the tragedy that started this.
- Donate to the Michael Brown Memorial Fund. This is an official fundraiser run by the Brown family’s lawyers. They are going through so much, lets make sure at the very least it isn’t a financial burden.
- Help get people on the ground. There are activists and reporters who want to do their part and get to Ferguson. Donate and get them there. I am so far aware of Zellie Imani, Zak Jemmott, and JR Valrey (a reporter for SF Bay View).
- Donate to the Ferguson Youth Initiative.The children of this community deserve better than to be gunned down. Make sure they get that in the future.
- Feed the children of Ferguson. Many children in America rely on school to get their meals and thanks to the civil unrest caused by the police, the children of Ferguson have been without school since Monday. These people want to make sure that doesn’t mean anyone is going hungry.
- Find a National Moment of Silence in your area. If one doesn’t exist, start one. Share this experience with others. Solidarity is important.
- Keep awareness up. Not just among the like-minded people on tumblr, this is something everyone needs to be aware of.
- Spread accurate information. There is a lot of distortion going on here and spreading every piece of information as it is reported only makes that worse. First and foremost make sure you are listening carefully, then share what is important and relevant.
If you are aware of any good causes or ways to help that I have missed, please reblog and add them.
Morning greetings across timezones.
This is incredibly important. Too many events, such as the tragedy in Ferguson, MO., have happened lately. It is such a simple thing to do; just sign the petition. It takes the question out of so many police brutality cases.
…no matter how many books we read, how many ally trainings we participate in, or how sharp an analysis of power we think we have, we can never totally know one another. We will never have a complete knowledge of how not to hurt another human being. We can have a million conversations but I will never know what it feels like to live inside your body and the meanings that are attached to it. You can never truly know what it feels like to live inside my body and the meanings that are attached to it. And if we can never truly know one another, how can we ever truly be good to one another?
The project of being good to one another is, ultimately, a failed project. But we must be good to one another we must try and fail and try again and fail again and try forever more. A performance of political perfection is always already a performance of failure. The so-called politically perfect performance has all the color and distance of José Muñoz’s queer utopian horizon. We are not yet queer, we are not yet liberated, and therefore, every single performance we enact, whether on stage or in the everyday, must strive for political perfection, must move ALL of us closer to liberation"
Driving into the sunset it not romantic,
it’s a fucking hazard.
Who taught us that we are dispensable to each other?
Who taught us that what happens to others after we walk away doesn’t matter?
Who taught us that watching each other hit rock bottom is satisfaction?
Who taught us to be grateful we aren’t that person?
Another unarmed black boy has been shot down by police. Absorbing the ongoing news of the investigation Monday morning, I listened to eyewitness interviews and looked on as the media flashed pictures of Michael Brown, the 18-year-old gunned down by a Ferguson, Mo., police officer over the weekend.
The repeated refrain in so many of the accounts is, “Brown was supposed to start college on Monday.” In the photos accompanying stories from outlets more sympathetic to his plight, he’s often pictured in a high school graduation cap and gown. Social media posts use his planned next steps to underscore the tragedy of his life cut short. His educational status even makes its way into headlines, sometimes to the exclusion of his age, his name or the word “unarmed”:
"[P]olice Kill College-Bound Kid … "
"Unarmed Teen Shot By Police Days Before He Was Scheduled to Leave for College"
OK? And what if Monday was to have been his first day of standing on the corner not doing a damn thing? Would his death be less of a loss?
Let me be clear: Unarmed college hopefuls don’t deserve to be shot. Unarmed kids heading to work or trade school don’t deserve to be shot. Unarmed kids floundering aimlessly through life don’t deserve to be shot. Unarmed kids who have been in trouble—even those who have been nothing but trouble—don’t deserve to be shot.
The act of pinning the tragedy of a dead black teen to his potential future success, to his respectability, to his “good”-ness, is done with all the best intentions. But if you read between the lines, aren’t we really saying that had he not been on his way to college, there’d be less to mourn?
That’s dead wrong.
After reading the headlines, I logged on to social media and discovered a hashtag following this tragedy. #IfTheyGunnedMeDown had taken on a life of its own. Users frustrated by media portrayals of African-American victims that seem to intentionally make them appear unsavory to white audiences shared split-screen images of themselves in order to make a point: Here’s how I really am: Clean, professional, nonthreatening. Here’s the photo the media would dig up to make me look like a “thug.” Isn’t that terrible?
I’m sympathetic to that frustration. But I also think we’ve passed the time where we put any stock in our news media being unbiased and fair, especially in reporting the unjustified deaths of black and brown people. The more horrific part, in my opinion, is that we—people of color—have been exposed to this “thugs deserve to die” narrative so frequently that some of us seem to have embraced it ourselves. Instead of arguing that nobody deserves to be shot, we tie ourselves up in knots making the case that the latest victim of a law-enforcement officer’s bullet was a good kid, or that the photo the news media selected wasn’t the most flattering depiction of him.
Mothers of black and brown children sob to the reporters, “He was an honor roll student! He wanted to go to college.” Even Brown’s grieving mom bought into this: “Do you know how hard it was for me to get him to stay in school and graduate? You know how many black men graduate? Not many,” she told local television news station KMOV.
She and so many of us are desperately parsing out parts of the narrative in order to appeal to the humanity of those who are detached from our stories. We are saying, “Look … that brown kid had a good heart. He didn’t deserve a bullet.” We are, as we always have been, fighting to try to get the majority to see our worth.
In essence, this emotional appeal is a loud cry that we are good enough and our lives have value.
The way that Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin and John Crawford lived is important to the full narratives surrounding their lives, but it should not define the conversations around the wrongfulness of their deaths. We cannot and should not engage in discussions that look like black and brown people explaining that an unarmed person shouldn’t have been shot because they lived in a way of which we are proud.
I wouldn’t have cared if Mike, Trayvon and John all sagged their pants down to their ankles and if the only images of them depicted them smoking pot and throwing gang signs. I wouldn’t have cared if they’d been high school dropouts who fought and tagged walls. Their lives would have been every bit as valuable, and their losses every bit as infuriating and sad.
So, after I absorb this latest news, I will teach my two brown sons that their skin makes others perceive them as dangerous, and that fear can mean death. But what I refuse to teach them is that, unless they’re headed to college, the potential loss of their lives won’t be tragic.