These are for Banana, and our marathon trainers…
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.” -Gandhi
“When we are strong, we are always much greater than the things that happen to us.” -Thomas Merton
“You have overcome a meeting with death. That gives one strength.” -Franz Kafka
“The Fellowship of those who bear the Mark of Pain. Who are the members of the Fellowship? Those who have learned by experience what physical pain and bodily anguish mean belong together the world over; they are united by a secret bond.”
-Albert Schweitzer
Teenage girl beaten, expelled and arrested…for dropping cake
This is going to ruin your day. A young woman of color in Los Angeles had her wrist broken by a school security officer after not cleaning up a piece of dropped birthday cake to his satisfaction. During the attack he said, “hold still nappy head.”
The girl, 16 year-old Pleajhai Mervin, was subsequently expelled and arrested for littering and battery. Because as you can clearly see from the video still above, this teenage girl was battering the shit out a full grown, beefy security guard. Uh huh.
But it gets worse. When the girl’s mother went to the school to complain and rightfully demand that this guard be arrested–she was arrested and suspended from her job with the school district.
Students at the scene captured the assault on their cell phones; one such student was also beaten.
Students have planned a walk-out in protest. Do your part–spread the word. Oh No a WoC PhD has the contact info for the school and school district office.
Via Women of Color Blog.
Posted by Jessica at 01:20 PM | in Racism , Violence Against Women | Comments (35) | TrackBacks (0)
No running, just walking and walking and walking and walking. According to Pita, we walked at least 500 miles in one day. Perhaps.
I did not run, but I do think I coughed up at least 10 years worth of colds out of my chest, and blew at least that much stuff out of my sinuses. As I kept telling Lumpy, “at least it’s a loose and productive cough…” Hey, I never claimed that I was not disgusting.
Psychologically, I feel much better, but going to the Hockey Hall of Fame was strange and a little bit painful. The best part of that was seeing the Stanley Cup in person, but thoughts of my dad and brother were hanging out in the back of my head. There were a lot of players honored there who are/were the best of the best, who were all playing when I was growing up and getting pucks shot at me by my brother. (While I wore white figure skates and a blue snowsuit with faux fur trim.)
Did a short recovery, reintroductory run with G today, feeling good, dreading the Big Woods 1/2.
