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lipstick or chapstick: chapstick my lips are dry as fuck

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Lakota elders helped a white man preserve their language. Then he tried to sell it back to them.

“No matter how it was collected, where it was collected, when it was collected, our language belongs to us," said Ray Taken Alive, a Lakota teacher.

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STANDING ROCK INDIAN RESERVATION, S.D. — Ray Taken Alive had been fighting for this moment for two years: At his urging, the Standing Rock Sioux Tribal Council was about to take the rare and severe step of banishing a nonprofit organization from the tribe’s land.

The Lakota Language Consortium had promised to preserve the tribe’s native language and had spent years gathering recordings of elders, including Taken Alive’s grandmother, to create a new, standardized Lakota dictionary and textbooks.

But when Taken Alive, 35, asked for copies, he was shocked to learn that the consortium, run by a white man, had copyrighted the language materials, which were based on generations of Lakota tradition. The traditional knowledge gathered from the tribe was now being sold back to it in the form of textbooks. 

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Sick sick sick of possibility of being fucking recorded every waking second by tiktok obsessed quasi celebs. Video titled something like "Caught him thinking he's the main character" but it was just a kid wearing headphones, looking out the bus window. Of course it was posted without his knowledge. Stop recording strangers and everything you see, nobody gives a shit and not everyone is happy to be on tiktok or youtube because of a moron with no braincells and an account. What could be a forgettable awkward moment is now permanently there for the victim of lackabrainis infested idiot to get anxious about forever.

Help a Jewish Community Buy Back Its Own Damn Synagogue!

Firsty, thank you for reading this, and I hope you’ll get through it and give us the honor of a donation, firstly, and a reblog, secondly. Maybe even a note to any friends you have outside of tumblr! 

If you don’t care about the history, skip to the bold at the end! 

This is Temple Emanu-El, in Helena, Montana. At the time it was built, it was the only synagogue between Minneapolis, Minnesota, and Portland, Oregon. It was built with the hard work of the Jewish community that had come west to seek their fortune and stability, having heard that people were more willing to do business with Jews in the West, a place where social strictures were slightly relaxed. This turned out to be true, and the community thrived. 

This picture resolves small on tumblr, but you can see the love and care they put into it. It’s modeled after the great synagogues of Europe, with heavy stonework, onion domes, and intricate stained glass. The president of the congregation cried at its opening and dedication. 

As the years went on, the West became more settled, and for a series of socio-political reasons of which my History of the American West major ass is well aware but are ultimately unimportant to the issue at hand, Jewish communities left much of the interior west for metropolitan areas. By the 1930s, the Jewish community was so small that they could not justify the large and lavish worship center. 

They sold it to the city for one dollar. 

The promise made to them was that it would be used for the public good. The state readied the former temple for its new function as offices for Social and Rehabilitation Services, sandblasting of the Hebrew inscription, “Gate to the Eternal,” above the entry and removing the star-studded, painted domes.. The copper was stripped from the building and likely reused to re-clad the State Capitol’s dome at about the same time. 

That lasted all of 40 years, when the State of Montana decided to let it sit idle and decay, so they could justify the sale of the building, sold for a pittance to the public good, to the Helena Catholic Diocese for $83,000  (this is an opinion of mine, though it is not an uneducated one, and I do firmly believe it. I do not, however, represent that they allowed it to fall into disrepair to justify the sale as objective fact.) 

This is the building now

In a twist of fate, the diocese can no longer afford to maintain the building. They are selling it, and the Jewish community of Helena is trying to buy it. 

The Montana Jewish Project is being far far far nicer and more politic about this than I would be, but in fairness, they actually how to get Nice Goyim to donate, and I don’t, so. The Diocese is spinning this as selling the building for much less than its worth, which may be true, but if you bought it for $83,000, that would be $280,000 now. 

They are selling it for $925,000. And we have to have 70% of the purchase price by February 28th. Easy terms, right? 

Here’s where you come in! If the idea of Montana’s Jews getting back the building that was sold to the Diocese in spite of the original agreement appeals to you, you can and should donate to their capital campaign. They even have an option for your donation where if we don’t get Emanu-El back, your money will be returned to you instead of being used for other MJP protects and repairs. 

This place won’t just be used for the Jewish community, though I think that would be enough. They want it to be used as a museum and center for the community as well, to teach about Jewish life in Montana, with Jewish cooking classes, and social programs, and teaching non-Jews about Jewish customs and culture. 

I just want to get the cross off the top.

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im sorry to drop this long ass post but i think i meed a second opinion

okay so all my native folks i have a dilemma and an existential crisis and im genuinely uncertain if im like, unintentionally trying to appropriate a culture i dont actually belong to, or if im trying to actively join my community.

so i am largely white, and i am translucent, and my moms side of my family is an amalgamation of french, abenaki, and i think some german. however, for the few years of my life where i was fully under my parents jurisdiction with little outside contact, i was sort of raised outside of culture. culture-adjacent. barely anything you could call heritage except for antique family photos, the occasional mention of a great grandparent, and addiction problems. no traditions. little community. barely any family stories. and when i finally started forming a personality around 7 or so, and meeting humans and talking to them i realized oh shit, everyone has like.... a place. a group.

my french canadian friends visit family in canada every summer, my british and irish friends visit the uk and shit, my portuguese friends eat portueguese food and do their hair different. the people born and raised in my middle of buttfuck nowhere massachusetts town are all the worst and going nowhere. my black friends have a group of friends that know what their life is like

and i was looking for my place as this lost 7 year old. i didnt fit with the hillbilly, learned to rode on a tractor family. i definitely didnt fit with the rich uptight texas family. i didnt fit with the town i was in. and i was going through my genealogy, and talking to my family members, and i learned about my abenaki family members. theyre kinda distant but i do feel liek i fit with them. am i doing a bad? is this internalized racism? im sleep deprived and struggling and i dont wanna hurt anyone or hurt anyone elses culture or insert myself where i dont belong please someone help

im 17, and in the 2 years ive been traveling around from doctor to doctor, i have only been truly listened to about my pain and my experiences with hypermobility and comorbidities maybe three times. thats 3 times, 3 doctors, out of around 13 doctors.

ive been told, to my face, that a mobility aid would probably help with my pain and maybe even my fatigue, but that no one would want to prescribe me one or suggest one, because they "didnt want me to become dependent" and that im young so ill be fine if i just do my exercises.

i take 8 prescriptions just to stay afloat. i am only capable of doing things approximately 3 hours out of the 16 that im technically awake. im not about to do anything crazy anyways, i just want to have less pain.

being young should never be the reason to withhold some form of aid.

There is no age limit on chronic pain. Just because you do not like to think about children being in pain does not mean they do not exist. They deserve to be believed and they deserve access to pain management.