#Anne Frank: The whole story

[yoursannefrank]

I dont remember posting about this before, but back in 2015, when I first started my Instagram account under the same username (yoursannefrank), the most amazing thing happened!

The actress, Hannah Taylor-Gordon, who played Anne Frank in the 'Anne Frank: The Whole Story (2001)' movie, discovered my Instagram page, and shared some tweets about it!

Links to the tweets:

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

#hannah taylor gordon #hannah taylor-gordon #anne frank #anne frank: the whole story #2001 #actress #twitter #2015 #anne frank: the whole story 2001 #ben kingsley #anne frank movie #the diary of anne frank #tweets #my proud moment

[darkcrowprincess]

I saw your ask about the anne frank movie. I will get around to watching it :)

I just don't want you to think I was ignoring it...

That's good. Just let me know what you think. Would really love to have someone to talk about the movie with. I feel like this movie(a small light is a close second) shows really how horrible the Nazis were. Especially at the beginning of and at the end. More so at the end when they knew they were going to lose but kept doing the horrible things they did.

#my thoughts #world war 2 #anne frank #anne frank the whole story

[inkskinned]

so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.

this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.

somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.

i used betterhelp.

i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.

the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.

they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.

the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.

i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."

i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.

the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.

i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.

in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.

the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.

betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.

i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.

there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.

in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.

i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.

#writeblr #the book.... #coming soon #hey so if ur someone who has ever said “you need to write a book” #i wrote the book #it's ... probably the best thing ive ever written #this is maybe too honest lol #okay to reblog thank you for asking i love u i am in love with u our wedding will be in may

[nasa]

Roman's primary structure hangs from cables as it moves into the big clean room at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center.

What Makes the Clean Room So Clean?

When you picture NASA’s most important creations, you probably think of a satellite, telescope, or maybe a rover. But what about the room they’re made in? Believe it or not, the room itself where these instruments are put together—a clean room—is pretty special. 

A clean room is a space that protects technology from contamination. This is especially important when sending very sensitive items into space that even small particles could interfere with.

There are two main categories of contamination that we have to keep away from our instruments. The first is particulate contamination, like dust. The second is molecular contamination, which is more like oil or grease. Both types affect a telescope’s image quality, as well as the time it takes to capture imagery. Having too many particles on our instruments is like looking through a dirty window. A clean room makes for clean science!

Two technicians clean the floor of Goddard’s big clean room.

Our Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland has the largest clean room of its kind in the world. It’s as tall as an eight-story building and as wide as two basketball courts.

Goddard’s clean room has fewer than 3,000 micron-size particles per cubic meter of air. If you lined up all those tiny particles, they’d be no longer than a sesame seed. If those particles were the size of 16-inch (0.4-meter) inflatable beach balls, we’d find only 3,000 spread throughout the whole body of Mount Everest!

A clean room technician observes a sample under a microscope.

The clean room keeps out particles larger than five microns across, just seven percent of the width of an average human hair. It does this via special filters that remove around 99.97% of particles 0.3 microns and larger from incoming air. Six fans the size of school buses spin to keep air flowing and pressurize the room. Since the pressure inside is higher, the clean air keeps unclean air out when doors open.

A technician analyzes a sample under ultraviolet light.

In addition, anyone who enters must wear a “bunny suit” to keep their body particles away from the machinery. A bunny suit covers most of the person inside. Sometimes scientists have trouble recognizing each other while in the suits, but they do get to know each other’s mannerisms very well.

This illustration depicts the anatomy of a bunny suit, which covers clean room technicians from head to toe to protect sensitive technology.

The bunny suit is only the beginning: before putting it on, team members undergo a preparation routine involving a hairnet and an air shower. Fun fact – you’re not allowed to wear products like perfume, lotion, or deodorant. Even odors can transfer easily!

Six of Goddard’s clean room technicians (left to right: Daniel DaCosta, Jill Bender, Anne Martino, Leon Bailey, Frank D’Annunzio, and Josh Thomas).

It takes a lot of specialists to run Goddard’s clean room. There are 10 people on the Contamination Control Technician Team, 30 people on the Clean Room Engineering Team to cover all Goddard missions, and another 10 people on the Facilities Team to monitor the clean room itself. They check on its temperature, humidity, and particle counts.

A technician rinses critical hardware with isopropyl alcohol and separates the particulate and isopropyl alcohol to leave the particles on a membrane for microscopic analysis.

Besides the standard mopping and vacuuming, the team uses tools such as isopropyl alcohol, acetone, wipes, swabs, white light, and ultraviolet light. Plus, they have a particle monitor that uses a laser to measure air particle count and size.

The team keeping the clean room spotless plays an integral role in the success of NASA’s missions. So, the next time you have to clean your bedroom, consider yourself lucky that the stakes aren’t so high!

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#cleaning #cleancore #science #NASA #tech #technology

[matan4il]

Today marks 100 years since Hitler's first attempt to take over Germany by force, and 85 years since Kristallnacht, the Nazi-orchestrated pogrom that really forced Jews to realize how great the danger posed to them in Europe was.

A few years ago, I made a post with some of the updated data from research conducted in recent years, but this year, after the massacre of Oct 7, most of what I wrote doesn't feel relevant in the same way.

I'm thinking of this...

Up until that pogrom, it was a negligible Jewish minority that realized they HAD to get out, if they wanted to survive. Afterwards, as ALL Jews tried to flee, the world basically closed its doors to the Jewish refugees. Of those who got out in time, some found refuge in Israel, those who were lucky enough not to be blocked by the British, who were ruling this land at the time.

I've researched Jewish families' stories, and how they were torn apart. One youngster gets it and leaves in time. His elderly parents don't know how to start over in a different place, when being German was so embedded in their identity. They end up taking their own lives. These two single sisters make it to Israel. Their nephew writes them in Hebrew that he had dreamed at night of the whole family joining them in the Jewish homeland. He and his parents are murdered in shooting pits in Riga. A Zionist boyfriend makes it out. His girlfriend, trapped in the Lodz Ghetto, thinks back to his stories about Yossef Trumpeldor, a Jewish man who died in northern Israel in 1920, defending his community from Arab attackers, and whose last words were, "It's good to die for our country." She cries. "That's what I wanted, to die with dignity while fighting, not like this, like a human rag." She survives and joins him in Israel. To some people, she's an evil colonizer, whose rape and murder they are capable of justifying. They do so while quoting Elie Wiesel's words, about the importance of speaking up, because silence only never helps the oppressed. They're co-opting Wiesel's words, a Holocaust survivor himself, who was a Zionist, and extremely critical of Hamas.

Story after story, it's all the same. In families or communities that were split, those who got to Israel survived. For those who remained or tried a different escape route, most didn't make it (like Anne Frank's family, who fled Germany, tried to make it to the US or Cuba, were turned away repeatedly, and ended up going into hiding in the Netherlands... with only Anne's father surviving).

I am thinking about how, if there had been a State of Israel, a safe haven for Jews, that would automatically take them in when they needed to get away from the Nazis, we estimate that at least a million and a half Jews would have been saved.

I am thinking about how, there would have been a Jewish state to bomb the gas chambers in Auschwitz and save at least half a million Jews from them, instead of uselessly begging the allied leaders to.

I am thinking about how, if the allied leaders would have taken into account the political profit from cultivating an alliance with the Jewish state, that could have provided the political motivation to their begging Jewish citizens a different answer, and they would have actually done something to save at least some of the Jews.

I am thinking about how, for 80 years or so, the world has been chanting, "Never again," but when Hamas terrorists massacred the biggest number of Jews in a single day since the Holocaust, too many couldn't even condemn it. I'm thinking about how, when some justify the massacre of Israeli Jews, including Holocaust survivors and their families, most people don't tell them off. When Israel fights back to protect the rest of its population, as it swore it would (yes, "Never again" also means the right to self defense), the world condemns it, vilifying the Jews again, by depicting Israel's response as nothing but blood lust and a desire for revenge. I'm thinking... this is why we have to have Israel. So we never again are dependent on the silent world to defend our right to live. So that implementing "Never again" is never a question of whether non-Jews did more than recite the words emptily.

The massacre that took place on Oct 7 was horrific. But we saw the repetitive nature, the scale, the wide geographical spread, and the industrial nature of countless massacres that happened when there was no Israel to respond, and when no one was defending the Jews.

From 1851 (when Rabbi Avraham Shlomo Zalman Zoref was murdered on his way to synagogue in Jerusalem) to this day, less Jews died in the Arab-Israeli conflict than during just two days in the Nazi shooting pit of Baby Yar, on Sep 29 and 30, 1941. In Israel, the memorial days for the Jews murdered in the Holocaust, and for the people we lost in the Israeli-Arab conflict, are observed one week apart. The way that many here put here, the latter is to remember the price of having a state, and the former is to remember the price of not having one.

You don't have to agree with this POV. But when you look at the poisonous atmosphere cultivated online, including on Tumblr, where the Hamas massacre has been justified, or denied, or simply didn't merit a reaction, when you see how the global rise in antisemitism goes without much discussion, when you see people justifying violence towards Jews, based on a false narrative that erases entire chunks of Jewish history, at least understand where people who embrace this POV come from.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #antisemitism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #kristallnacht #holocaust #shoah

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Austen asks: 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 29.

Favorite Austen Heroine

Emma! I love specifically how Austen crafts so well the balance between the ways in which she is self aware (her assessment of her own accomplishments) and the ways in which she is completely clueless (her powers of matchmaking), between her devotion to her father and her impatience at other people, between her mean comments, and her generous assessment of other people's character, abilities, and potential (she does think better of Frank and Mr Elton than they actually deserved).

2. Favorite Austen Man

For someone who isn't a super Emma fan, I do be loving many things from it XD It's Mr Knightley. King of saying the truth, sometimes bluntly, but never meanly, and of always taking care of doing as he preaches.

4. Favorite Austen book

It's always difficult to pick, but let me cheat this way: I feel like P&P is the most satisfying all around, Persuasion the one I enjoy the most these days, and Sense and Sensibility the one I think about the most lately.

7. Favorite Austen couple

I'm obsessed, thematically, with Marianne and Brandon, for years. It's about the joy of a second chance when you thought everything was lost, it's about the gentle affection shown in actions, it's about healing, and hope.

8. Least favorite couple

Trite, I know, but it is Edmund and Fanny. I'm not necessarily on camp "he doesn't deserve her" (because I don't think romance stories are about rights), but I do feel circumstances have kept them both smaller than they could be, and their union feels less of a triumph of human flourishing than other couples.

29. Character you most relate to

I have become less like Emma with age, though I still feel I struggle with most of her faults and circumstances (I'm prone to speak before I can think things through, the small annoyances of life affect me a lot and I'm prone to complain bitterly about them, I struggle to stick to habits, and in some ways my responsibilities of care towards my parents have limited certain life options for me, and have giving me some mediation abilities too, and I love them lots). But in different ways I have felt like I am Miss Bates, over chatty and annoying and pitied at best. In another way I have felt a lot like Brandon in the whole someone "whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.” way. I have had my moments of feeling like Anne Elliot, that my prime is past and I'm stuck in life, and I have had my moments where I've felt like Mrs Jennings, vulgar and meddlesome but ultimately well meaning and loyal... I contain multitudes XD

From this ask game.

#ask #Jane Austen #ask game #thanks! #rosamelancholica

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Since the Neighborhood are adventurers, I'd like to imagine they travel by sea a fair amount of times too! A nice boat trip while occasionally breaking out into a sea shanty, eh? (And for gits and shiggles, to keep up with the whole.. Eddie in water joke, I imagine the poor guy is clumsy enough to go overboard. He may not be unconscious during it, but it wouldn't make it any less funny with the group desperately trying to pull him back aboard-)

OH OH OH allow to ramble at length about this!!! what an idea!!! i fucking love boats & the ocean & being on the water so this ask is checking all my boxes rn

first i imagine that the length of their trips varies wildly, along with the quality due to the glorious variation in weather & bodies of water. and i'm choosing to believe this universe uses tall ships instead of like... fantasy steam ships. because i fucking love tall ships. the sails, the rigging, the elegance... an absolute bitch to maintain and maneuver <3

i imagine that depending on the ship, captain, and size of the crew, the Neighborhood may be required to help out to earn their keep. especially since they're a crew of nine eight, and some ships are woefully understaffed!

I'd imagine that Poppy sometimes takes the cook's job if the crew is currently lacking one (or if the cook wants a fucking break, jeebus it's a demanding job. there's a reason ship cooks in moves/tv are always stern & serious). Barnaby can probably charm his way into doing nothing but provide music/entertainment (much to Sally's aggravation). everyone else are plain deckhands

of course i imagine that that doesn't always happen! plenty of ships are probably content to just take their coin and tranport them. some of them (Eddie, Poppy) may still wheedle their way into helping out though. they strike me as characters that can't Not help

who i imagine loves their little water journeys: Barnaby, Wally, Sally, Wormie

neutral: Frank, Julie

hates it: Poppy, Howdy, Eddie

allow me to provide reasoning!!

Barnaby's impeccable balance probably means that he's stable as a rock even in choppy waters, and i'm reasoning that he doesn't get seasick either. his vestibular system is as solid as his sea legs! he probably finds the whole experience relaxing as anything. He gets to just recline on the bowsprit's base or wherever he isn't in the way & smoke/play his accordion/nap.

Wally just has such a love of life and new things, so why wouldn't he love being on the water? it's different! it's new every time! there are ample things to learn about and do! Home probably keeps his systems stable so that he doesn't have to deal with seasickness. though it probably takes him a little bit to find his sea legs... catch him stumbling around like a lil newborn lamb. sometimes he is facedown on the deck <3 i imagine he'd enjoy going aloft!

Sally would probably love the inherent romanticism and adventure of it all. Who knows what dangers and glory they may face! I bet she writes up a storm during this time - plenty of story material! food for the imagination! what does Anne say... Scope for the imagination, i believe! i bet she also loves having a captive audience. Literally. they're stuck on this ship with her <3

so many lines for Wormie to climb... so many little places to crawl into... new people to trick into giving her treats... down time where the Neighborhood is relaxing in one place. abundant time for affection!

Frank probably doesn't have strong feelings about it. It's a boring ship with no bugs or things to do. Except when he manages to rope crew members into having a lil impromptu fight club. Or when the Neighborhood is put to work - i wonder if he'd find the maintenance soothing or pleasant... or if he'd relish in the hard work of pulling lines

Julie is likely in a similar boat (ha) as Frank. once the initial "wow! whoah!" wears off, it can get boring! and games are limited - there's only so much you can do on a ship (depending on the size of the ship of course), and there might be strict rules to keep passengers out of the crew's way and to lower risk. She probably entertains herself by "bothering" her friends and the crew & cloudgazing.

Poppy... do i need to explain? wooden ship on the ocean, which i understand can be terrifying. who knows what lurks below the waters? if the weather will change on a dime? if one of the flammable things on board catches fire? if the ship hits something? etc. I imagine it's impossible to get her to go above decks. They have to literally push her statue-frozen body onto the ship when they first board

Howdy! honestly i just think it'd be really fucking funny if he gets Violently seasick! like, curled into a ball in his bunk & involuntarily making agonized noises. he sounds like a ghost w/ all the pained moaning. his sea legs suck unless he stances all four at the right distance to anchor himself in place. he's a weak, sickly, fragile little thing, take mercy on him... he doesn't even have the strength left to swindle or sell...

Eddie. now we get to the point of anon's ask - his sea legs would be nonexistent. he's staggering and stumbling all over the place. the ship just barely tilts and he's smacking into a mast or careening across the deck. and of course, hitting the guardrails at precisely the right speed/angle to allow him to tumble overboard. i bet this happens enough that every time the Neighborhood is so much as on a dock, there is at least one person either holding his arm or acting as a barrier between him and the water. as soon as they get on any ship, he's immediately sent below decks. any attempt he makes to come up is instantly blocked.

there's a lot of both comedic and angst potential there. small ship, calm waters? comedic. some neighbors are playing cards, there's on off-screen splash & Frank immediately sighs and gets up all "god damn it, Eddie-". lmao im imagining him floating there and rapid-fire blabbering in fear 'cause there's a shark (it's not a shark. it's a dolphin. everyone on board is so unimpressed.) he's sobbing in fear as they pull him in <3

but angst? imagine there's a storm. imagine it's an all-hands-on-deck situation, every available hand is needed, and Eddie is strong as fuck - he'd be a monster at pulling lines. probably wouldn't even need to sweat them. but a violently rocking ship, slick decks, maybe even waves splashing over the deck... oof i can so easily imagine Eddie slipping & sliding right over the side. maybe while the others watch. maybe they try to grab him, but they're too late. and in such a horrible storm, there's not much they can do - it's dark, the water is incredibly turbulent, the ship can't turn around easily, there's torrential rain. a high stress situation! i'm imagining Frank grabbing a lifebuoy, firmly fastening it to a pin, and then throwing himself overboard after Eddie. something to think about! (i'm imagining that after the storm clears up enough, everyone rushes to the side to check. Eddie & Frank are trailing after the boat, lashed to the buoy and exhausted. maybe a little banged up, but overall fine!)

and then yeah.... oh the shanties Barnaby could lead... the whole ship sings! and then them all in their bunks (or in their hammocks!) in the [insert term for living quarters here, it can vary] when its sleepytime. y'all would not believe the shenanigans that can occur in the fo'c'sle (or the main hold, basically wherever the ship's sleeping quarters are), especially before actual sleep occurs. peak silly time.

there's a lot of potential here, thank you anon!

like now i'm thinking - what about sea monsters? or jobs that Require them to go on the water, as in the job takes place on a ship? ocean battles! ocean searches!

#since eddie is pretty much banished to the holds no matter what #i imagine he & poppy are the main neighbors looking after howdy in his frail sickly state #im imagining eddie sitting on the bunk with howdy in his lap #howdy feels someone petting his hair and blearily cracks his eyes open to be all '...barn...?' #barnaby: *is actually eddie* #howdy: *groans & squeezes his eyes shut* oh god not You... #eddie: *mildly offended* hey now... #im also having a lot of fun imagining frank & eddie after they get reeled in after the storm debacle #they'd just flop onto the deck. exhausted. waterlogged. still holding hands though #they'd probably end up with colds... snifflin and sippin tea while cuddled up in a bunk under the same blanket... #everyone hovering nervously because for quite a while there they actually thought they Lost them both for good.... #SO MUCH POTENTIAL #i imagine that howdy actively avoids jobs where he knows they'll have to take a boat #oh his dismay and horror on the times he comes along and they have to unexpectedly go on the water.... #even if its just a short trip across a river you know howdy is bent over the stern & feeding the fishes #LMAO WAIT #im imagining wally going over too but in a really funny way. he's standing normally but when the ship tilts too hard #he just slides across the deck and right off the ship. not even blinking or moving. he just goes 'oh! im sliding now' #and everyone turns just in time to watch him vanish over the side w/ perfectly posture #i think this is a situation where barnaby would toss his hat to the side and jump right in after him lmao #but in a funny way! the waters are Calm! the ship is Slow! he climbs right back on with wally (perfectly fine) slung over his shoulder #home lectures wally the best they can w/ the language barrier <3 and barn resolves to teach wally how to swim #because apparently that's not in his skillset! he just falls in the water and Sinks! well. he floats for a minute until he inevitably sinks #& he does not react to it at all. he's exact opposite of eddie on the 'how they handle being in water' scale #eddie: lowkey panics. swims for safety #wally: lets it happen <3

[girlactionfigure]

THE MODERN BULLIES OF ANNE FRANK

Don't conflate Jews with a white civilisation that tried to EXTERMINATE them

I see twitter’s righteous ones are bullying Anne Frank again, a 15 year old Jewish girl exterminated in a concentration camp. She’s being bullied once again because she had “white privilege.” That lucky bitch. Did she take a moment to acknowledge what a lucky white bitch she was whilst hiding in a cupboard? Of course she didn’t. These stupid white girls are so full of themselves they can’t see beyond their entitlement: stupid Karen.

Of course the notion that Anne Frank had “white privilege” is anti-intellectual filth.

It is mind filth from morons whose historical illiteracy is equalled by their utter ignorance regarding Jewish identity.

Of course having one’s murdered body tipped into an unmarked pit is the antithesis of privilege - but let’s break down the whole story for the idiots out there.

I’m a Jew. Like the Franks, members of my family were murdered because they weren’t white. They were Jews. My history isn’t white history. My history is the history of Jews. My ancestors were told where to live, what to do. They were persecuted by white Europeans. Because they weren’t white. They were Jews. A civilisation of their own.

Let’s finally dispense with the “Jews are white” bullshit - whether from pure antisemites or those handful of Jews who run round like headless chickens to be accepted - seduced by non-Jewish peer pressure and disconnected from the reality of our history as a scattered and abused Levantine People.

Don’t conflate Jews with a white civilisation that has tried to exterminate them specifically because they weren’t seen as white European. 

Jews in Canada and America - you’re not there because you’re white. You’re there because you’re a Jew. Your family most likely had to flee some place to finally end up there because Jews weren’t safe in Europe. Because they weren’t white. They were Jews.

I’m obliged to make the point that most Jews on planet earth don’t even have white pigmentation. From Ethiopian Jews, to Yemenite Jews, to Ashkenasi Jews - we have diverse levels of melanin.

ETHIOPIAN JEWS IN ISRAEL

I’m obliged to make this point as a way to neutralise the general thrust of this skin deep bullshit - but I do it with the heavy caveat that skin colour is not a metric through which the Jewish People have ever defined themselves. 

We should reject non-Jewish attempts to dominate reality and coercively frame Jews according to the traditions and standards of the non-Jewish world. Jewish civilisation evolved long before modern Europe. During this time Jews formed an anthropological system for understanding themselves and the universe that simply does not scan with Western modes of categorising ethnic groups according to the uncertain metric of skin tone. 

A Jew is a Jew. Membership of the tribe is not contigent upon colour. Though most are born Jewish, and though most can trace their genetic ancestry back to the Levant, Jews are also a tribe in which it’s possible for non-members to join regardless of genes or melanin level. Circumcision doesn’t ask the colour of your schmeckle. Epidermis is not what connects one Jew with another. We are connected through shared history, customs, culture and the mental fabric of an intellectual, spiritual and secular inner world shaped by Jewish ideas and philosophy. The fact that the individuals sharing this ontological universe have various complexions isn’t a story of ethnic differences, but a tale of tribal unity. It points to one People forcibly scattered around the globe but with origins stemming from one geographical region. Not white Europe. Not white America. But Middle-Eastern Israel.

So why are we seeing an attempt to assert Jews are white when previously Jews were attacked for NOT being white? Well firstly, lets acknowledge that neo-Nazis and kitchen table racists still don’t regard Jews as true members of white society. Nothing has changed there. 

The reverse notion - that Jews ARE white - is being pushed by progressives, the left, social justice warriors, self-declared anti-racists, the woke and Israel haters of all creeds. 

Why? 

Because in the era of identity politics, whiteness has become synonymous in these circles with toxicity, privilege and power. These circles have simply absorbed and exhaled antisemitic cliches of Jewish power - in spite of Jews being the number one victims of racial and religious hate crimes. 

By incorrectly placing Jews at the apex of societal power and lumping us in with white people, those who would define themselves as anti-racist are regurgitating antisemitic tropes of Jews as an obstacle to be confronted if a better world is to be created. 

The contradiction between Jews being simultaneously toxic to Nazis because they AREN'T white, and toxic to the woke because they ARE white is easily resolved. They both see Jews as possessing unfair power and they are both seeking to deprive Jews of fraternal kinship based upon the codes of their particular world view. The whooping, hallooing, feral attacks on the murdered Jewish child Anne Frank shows just how detached from reality these fundamentalists have become.

Jews were once told to go back to Israel because we WEREN'T white. Now that we've returned home we're told to leave Israel because we ARE white. 

It's the confused dance of a world that simply doesn't want us anywhere. 

If haters can depict Jews as white Europeans, then with the wave of a magic wand, we are transformed into colonial invaders who don't belong in a non-white Middle East.

The premise is absurd.

When white Europeans went to the Americas and Africa they didn't find ancient manuscripts of William Shakespeare - because they were colonisers.

But Jews in Israel find ancient manuscripts written in Hebrew, the same language they speak today, describing the same rituals - because they are a People indigenous to the middle east.

When white Europeans went to the Americas and Africa they didn't find churches - because they were colonisers.

In Israel you can't move for Jewish artefacts, archeology and ancient synagogues found everywhere. Yet we are still harassed with misplaced taunts of being white, European colonialists.

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LEE KERN

H/T @scartale-an-undertale-au

#Anne Frank #antisemitism #Judaism

[spir4nts-lun4r]

Recommend me sad films pls

oh my god okay I've been waiting my whole life for this request, okay so here is a list in levels of painful (according to me) starting at "hmm sorta angsty" and finishing with "this has affected my soul and I am a void"

-the edge of seventeen

-little miss sunshine

-little women

-été 85

-ladybird

-the half of it

now here's some sad but rather romance based ones:

-la la land

-call me by your name (I personally find this one sad but many disagree)

-irreplaceable you

-me before you

-marriage story

okay now these all require a quick tw search beforehand for your mental well-being:

-fanfic

-girl interrupted

-the perks of being a wallflower

-brain on fire

-all the bright places

-beautiful boy

-before I fall

-thirteen

-to the bone

-i believe in unicorns

-as you are

now these are more historical ones that made me feel devastated:

-elisa and marcela

-my best friend anne frank

(this next one is not a film but an incredible series ->)

Anne with an e

this is a bit more of a "what the fuck did I watch":

-the goldfinch

-the bridge to therabithia

#its funny because its true #sad films #cinema #cinema enthusiast

[batboyblog]

people are doing the "Anne Frank had it good" thing on twitter, which like you guys get she starved to death in a camp right? like her whole family and everyone she knew died around her till she died when she was 16 right? like thats how the story ends and why you read her diary in school

#Anne Frank #Holocaust #Shoah #holocaust denial #antisemitism #Twitter #X.com

[yoursannefrank]

Anne Frank: The Whole Story (2001) TV MINI SERIES

(FULL MOVIE)

Anne Frank played by Hannah Taylor Gordon

Language: English

Won 2 Primetime Emmys

IMDb link

#anne frank #Anne Frank: The whole story #2001 #tv mini series #hannah taylor gordon #Sir Ben Kingsley #Ben Kingsley #otto frank #tv #series #film #movie #primetime emmy #the diary of anne frank #The Diary of a Young Girl #anne frank diary #diary of anne frank #Anne Frank the Whole Story #diary of a young girl #ana frank #anna frank #history #world war II #World War Two #world war 2 #wwII #ww2 #WW 2 #holocaust #Shoah

[psychologeek]

Holocaust (and culture appropriation)

(TW: holocaust, death camps, sexual assaults, rape, industrial murder. I will put the graphic shit undercut. Include children death and human experiments).

Sometimes I think about how fucked up it is that for most non-jews (and some jews) "The Holocaust" is Anne Frank and Auschwitz "where they killed people".

I think about the fucking, the goddamn AUDACITY some people have to take our trauma and use it as a tool. As a lesson.

People that for them the holocaust is nothing but a story, a bunch of facts, probably as aware of it as they're aware of the crusaders.

(Once upon a time, in a far away land, there were Troubles)

People who didn't hear about it as children, who didn't grew up with six million and one-and-a-half million and yellow stars and quiet ceremony and Yizkor (remember).

That.

Would look at a pile of hats and bones and wigs and hair and make it about them.

But also

Sometimes I think about how wild it is, that this looks so horrific to them.

(And they never heard about half of it.)

Like.

Dear.

Deary.

We are used to death. We are so used to being murdered, and loosing loved ones by hate, that half of our culture is basically based on it.

I think about how non-jews keep talking about the holocaust, like it's a clean cut, like it's a thing that was, like it's that's all that was - there were people hiding, and there were gas chambers, and that's it.

And I remember being a kid (maybe 10 yo?) reading a kid/ya book that was an autobiography, and I remember the writer (who was a young teen at the time, and pretended to be a Christian German) wrote about someone came into the shower and touched him. (Writer) Panicked, and turned around - and then the other man asked him "wait- are you jewish?"

As a kid, I remember that this is all that was in it.

As an adult, I remember that scene, sometimes. And I can have a pretty clear idea on why the older man didn't tell about the kid.

I remember, several years ago, reading about a therapy group for holocaust survivors that were sexually assaulted.

I remember reading about an old lady, that (70 years later) told about what happened to her when she hide away with her sister, (I think they were two, or three girls?) she was sixteen, or maybe fourteen. I remember

"I did it so they'll share their food with us".

~

I think about people talking about the "death camp" Auschwitz, and how someone said (those who went there, were the lucky ones. When the newbies asked what happened, where are their families? We just pointed at the burning chimneys of Birkenau ,and the smoke.)

~

I remember the HUNDREDS who died once the camps were "freed", because they didn't know the dangers of eating two pieces of bread after a long period of starving.

I remember the massive Jewish community of Poland that was just. Erased. 99% of 3 million population pre-war. Whole communities we only remember and mention as the community's name (and even that is a very long list.)

I remember how people remember it as "German jews" (and some Poland) - but it's not. My grandma had cousins in Debretsen, Hungary. And it's Ukraine and France and Morocco and Greece and Lybia and Lithuania and Latvia and almost everywhere in Europe and North Africa

(except for Denmark. we love Denmark. My grandad's step-grandma survived there. She immigrated to her family in Israel after that.)

~

Idk if Goyim ever heard about Mangele. I wonder, how many of them heard during their childhood about:

The eye experiments, where he injected serums in people's (living) eyes, to see what would happen?

His obsession about twins. The toddlers that got their back skinned, then stitched together in "to see what will happen".

(They died after four days of misery.)

#holocaust #jewish history #goyim can reblog #but not add #except Roma #many tw #auschwitz birkenau #we don't talk about Sobibor #i guess #or babi yar #or the way survivors were murdered when they tried to go back home #Goyim be like “oh you don't learn from the holocaust” #well actually #we did #we learn that we'll always be haunted and killed #that there'll always be a new excuse to kill us #we were called communists in the USA and in the USSR we were called capitalists

[willow-paniking]

the bombs in hanoi

As I sit here in a foreign city half way across my hometown, an old pop song blasting on my headphones, I think about my parents. How hard they have worked, are working to give me this opportunity. I sit here writing this instead of studying for a midterm that will happen in 8 hours because at least it's better than just numbing my own mind with short form contents, which I've been doing all day. Hell, what I've been doing the whole month (year). 

The Grammy. Bombing. Percy Jackson. Genocide. THE red lipstick. A man desperately holding on to his own flesh. Book recommendations for INFJs. A little girl was tortured to death. 

I don't know what the difference is between me and a kid in Gaza.

Is it just luck? My existence probably already can be credited to luck. My dad’s childhood house in Hanoi had a bomb dropped right in the middle of it yet here I am. But maybe some other 20 year old in Gaza also has beaten the same odds. 

My parents breathed in the remnants of war and built their lives from the dust of destruction. Those are the stories I have heard. I learnt in history class that wars are bad, that there are villains and victims and heroes. I read the diaries of Anne Frank, of Dang Thuy Tram, teenage girls whose deaths have become the very proof of war’s cruelty. What is the difference between them and the girl whose voice was trembling as she begged for help, whose body was just found?

Is it time, then? If reincarnation and karma was real, I thought, maybe it’s because my ancestors have paid the price and bleed the blood for me to be here. But then I know that's not true, because their ancestors also have. 

Why is my problem the fear of growing up and theirs the hopelessness of knowing they never will?

#gaza #super bowl #palestine #rafah #supercut by lorde #hanoi #unedited

[exigencelost]

Thinking about ACOFAF and Austen and secrets. I know ACOFAF is based on stuff like Bridgerton as much if not more than it is on Austen and the Brontës and also I haven’t read the Brontës. But i was bothering my brother by talking about Persuasion the other day and someone just reblogged one of my Lydia posts and I am having a thought which is: everyone in Austen has secrets. The protagonists in Austen are good at keeping them. As in, to a significant degree, how much you are a “good guy” in the story is correlated with how successfully you keep a lid on your drama—and crucially, on other people’s drama.

Lucy Steele was signposted as an antagonist from the moment she told Eleanor about her secret engagement. Elizabeth tells zero people that Darcy proposed to her. (Eeehhh. Does she tell Jane? I feel like no but I can’t remember.) Emma has a shock moment where she starts to realize she might not quite be the hero of her own story when she learns Jane Fairfax and Frank Churchill have been quietly engaged the whole time and have successfully kept it under wraps. Darcy tells Elizabeth about Wickham and Georgiana—information that absolutely blows her out of left field because she had gotten no sign from him that there were skeletons in his closet—because even knowing that she despises him, he absolutely trusts her discretion, which is to say, he thinks she can keep a secret, which is to say that he believes she is a good person. This in context of Darcy’s open disdain for Elizabeth’s mother, whose main sin in his eyes is not shutting up. Darcy doesn’t tell Elizabeth what he did to “save” Lydia, and the Gardiners, who we’re supposed to like and respect, could not tell her either and stay sympathetic, so it had to be Lydia—who the text has already cheerfully condemned for her failure of discretion—who lets the truth slip to Elizabeth in order to move the plot forward. Meanwhile Anne in Persuasion spends months stuck in an insane holding pattern with Frederick Wentworth, surrounded by close mutual friends and loved ones, all of whom can take no action to make things better or worse for them because they don’t know what’s going on because Anne and Frederick, being Our Heroes, are never going to spill a word.

In which context. If ACOFAF was more strictly Austenian than it is. The fact that five ish episodes in nobody in the party knows jack shit about the birds’ significant others and they haven’t even clocked each other would be a sign that the bird people are, secretly, heroes: that when we finally learn more information about what the fuck is going on with them, that information will be flattering. However. I suspect that it’s not that deep and Squak is just a bastard man who happens to not have been caught yet

#and I love him #acofaf #austen

[power-chords]

The ever-talking double of the Rothian pantheon is a Jew. Jewish talkiness may be an artifact of theology (arguing with God), an effect of history (wheedling with Cossacks), a residue of Talmudic practice, or the product of psychoanalysis (“say everything”). Whatever the source, there is “inside each Jew,” as one character puts it in Operation Shylock, “so many speakers! Shut up one and the other talks.”

The irrepressible talker is mobilized by Roth against any notion of Jewish wholeness or authenticity, of being oneself, at home in the world. The authentic Jew is the fantasy of the Zionist and the anti-Semite alike. Both get a platform in the “Judea” and “Christendom” chapters of The Counterlife, in which they reduce the Jew to a singular, univocal self. Purged of ambiguity and uncertainty, that Jew has only one destiny: to vacate his diasporic premises and go back to where he belongs, the land of his ancestors, where he will stop talking so much, or at least in so many voices.

Roth’s defense of the double against Jewish reductionism and Zionist certainty is also, in a way, the upshot of Arendt’s strictures about the doubling of the self. The fact that “I am inevitably two-in-one,” she writes, “is the reason why the fashionable search for identity is futile and our modern identity crisis could be resolved only by losing consciousness.” The search for a grounding identity—Jewish or otherwise—necessarily finds its terminus in the stasis of a unified self, unable to carry on a conversation even with itself. Down such a path, she suggests, lies death. [...]

Roth and Arendt turn the double into a figure of satire and irony, using its destabilizing comedy to deprive that house of its foundations. Roth’s most fanciful double is Anne Frank. In The Ghost Writer, the young Nathan Zuckerman, like the young Roth, has written a story that earns him the accusation of being a self-hating Jew. His accusers include his parents and Judge Wapter, a family friend and respected leader of Newark’s Jewish community. Desperate for exoneration, Nathan makes a pilgrimage to the home of an esteemed and elderly Jewish writer (modeled on Bernard Malamud) who lives in the Berkshires with his wife. There, Nathan meets the writer’s assistant, Amy Bellette. As the evening goes on, the form of Nathan’s redemption takes shape: Amy is really Anne Frank, and Nathan will marry her. What better guarantor of his Jewish credentials? He imagines returning to New Jersey and the conversation with his parents that will ensue:

“I met a marvelous young woman while I was up in New England. I love her and she loves me. We are going to be married.” “Married? But so fast? Nathan, is she Jewish?” “Yes, she is.” “But who is she?” “Anne Frank.”

According to Bailey, Roth originally wrote the Bellette character as if she were, in fact, Anne Frank. But that simple application of the reality principle prevented him from finishing the book. It was only when he realized that Bellette had to be a fantasy Anne Frank—a fictitious double, conjured from Nathan’s head—that Roth was able to find the comedy in, the meaning of, the story: how an agonistic writer could turn himself into a nice Jewish boy by marrying the nicest Jewish girl that ever lived, how the most sacred figure of the Holocaust—and the Holocaust itself—could be used to resolve the most profane family romance.

Corey Robin, "Arendt and Roth: An Uncanny Convergence"

#philip roth #hannah arendt #commonplace buch

[twistedtummies2]

The Price May Be Right - Number 15

Welcome to “The Price May Be Right!” I’m counting down My Top 31 Favorite Vincent Price Performances & Appearances! The countdown will cover movies, TV productions, and many more forms of media. We’ve reached the Top 15 for this countdown! Today we focus on Number 15: Richelieu, from The Three Musketeers.

Alexandre Dumas’ classic swashbuckling stories of “The Three Musketeers” have been adapted numerous times to the stage and screen. When it comes to movie adaptations, most people agree that the best version is the 1970s Musketeers Trilogy, directed by Richard Lester. However, if there is a cinematic runner-up to the Lester Trilogy of Musketeer movies for the best adaptation, it is undoubtedly the 1948 film from MGM, directed by George Sidney. This Technicolor adventure epic does a most excellent job of telling the rather broad story from Dumas’ novel, condensing the plot down to a length of just over two hours without sacrificing much in the way of characters and intrigue. It also features some of the finest performances ever done by its star-studded cast, including Gene Kelly as the heroic D’Artagnan, Angela Lansbury as Queen Anne, Frank Morgan as King Louis XIII, Lana Turner as Milady De Winter…and Vincent Price as the main villain of the story, Richelieu. In the original book, Richelieu is, of course, Cardinal Richelieu: a controversial historical figure. While most adaptations keep this fact in play, most likely because he WAS a real person, the 1948 film takes liberties with history by making Richelieu the Prime Minister of France. The reason for this was simply the world of filmmaking at the time: there was trepidation about depicting a leading figure of the Catholic Church as the villain of the story in the 1940s, due to religious sympathies and a fear of censorship. While Vincent’s Richelieu may not have the title of Cardinal, this ultimately matters little, since the fictional character of Richelieu remains basically intact. And in works like this, that is what counts most. In many ways, I like to say Richelieu is a Bond Villain who existed before Bond Villains were even a thing. I mean, first of all, just look at the image I chose: that’s basically the Archetypal Bond Villain Pose, courtesy of Blofeld. XD But even in terms of the plot and the role he plays in the story, this character feels like the sort of evil genius a protagonist like 007 would have needed to tackle. He’s a cunning puppet master of a villain; the kind of evil mastermind who lurks in the shadows, pulling the strings. Richelieu does little in terms of direct confrontation with his adversaries, but instead prefers to use his henchmen and the power he has over the state and military to enforce his will. He makes loyal subjects seem like traitors, and hires serial murderers as his lieutenants, all while plotting to take over the kingdom entirely and wage war against his enemies in England. The funniest part is, at the end of the story, Richelieu doesn’t TECHNICALLY lose: while his plans are foiled, his defeat comes at a high cost for the heroes, which makes the ending interesting in its tone. In some ways it’s a happy ending, but in other ways there’s a sort of ambiguity to it. Vincent’s performance is both hammy and understated at the same time. He plays Richelieu with a Satanical charm and equally devilish eloquency. His character is a smarmy, crafty villain, and a master strategist: he seems to know just about everything about his enemies, and even his allies, and is able to out-think them and be two steps ahead at almost every turn. Whenever one scheme fails, he has a backup plan already set up. Anytime D’Artagnan and the other Musketeers think they’ve got Richelieu all figured out, he throws them a curveball that makes them second guess their whole approach. While he never rants or raves, or laughs beyond a chortle, his oily performance definitely carries a thick layer of melodrama to it in the way it is written and framed. There are also elements of empathy to Richelieu, as there are lines even he hesitates to cross in his work, and he can be reasoned with under certain circumstances. He even shows a sense of respect towards his opponents; always a fun quality in an antagonist. This is another role I don’t hear people talk about too often when they discuss Price’s best characters, but it’s definitely worthy of a place in my personal Top 15. Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 14!

#the price may be right #top 31 vincent price performances #list #countdown #best #favorites #vincent price #movies #film #literature #the three musketeers #richelieu #number 15 #alexandre dumas #gene kelly #actors #acting