i don’t want to achieve equality by sinking to men’s level, i want them to get on ours! why should i have to unlearn the conversational art of waiting my turn, unlearn sexual self-restraint, unlearn trust in others’ good intentions, unlearn the impulse to cater to others’ needs, just to have a chance at success among savages? why can’t the men learn some fucking manners so we can all conduct our affairs in a civilized manner? i shouldn’t have to stop saying sorry, you say sorry!
In the 80s when I was in my freshman year in college, they still had entirely separate mens and women’s dorms. I was in class waiting for a final to start and one of the guys was telling someone about how he had had to go into a women’s dorm to drop something off, and he was startled to see posters on the walls, flowers, curtains, etc. He said his men’s dorm had holes in the walls, things on fire, fights, guys walking around with open wounds and he just didn’t understand why they had to live like this. He said, “I want to live with the women, in civilization.”
Am reading Sisterhood of Spies, about women working for the OSS during WWII. One of the stories mentions that the women in London had a male visitor who would eat in their mess hall once a month. He was married and wasn’t interested in hitting on any of the women; he just wanted to eat in an atmosphere where people said “Please pass the butter,” instead of “PASS THE GODDAMNED GREASE”
I dated a guy who brought me along on group activities (movies, video game night, etc.) with four or five other male friends. Once I mentioned to one of the other guys that I hoped I wasn’t intruding on their “guy time” or some such. He got this sort of rueful look and said, “The truth is, I really like it when you’re here because it gives us a reason to act better. When it’s just guys, we all have to try to outdo each other with how vile we are.”
So the moral of these stories are men don’t even treat each other like human beings.
Me to my 6-year-old son: “You seem to like playing with the girls at school more than the boys. Why do you think that is?”
6-year-old son: “Sometimes I just don’t want to be pushed. It hurts and is mean. And the girls always pretend to be princesses or fun animals and stuff when they have tea parties. The boys just dump the tea all over the place. That’s just stupid and I don’t like wasting all that tea. It takes forever to make.”
Me: “Wow, I can understand why you’d rather play with the girls. The boys seem like they’re kind of rough.”
6-year-old son: “And when I play with the girls they make me the king because none of the other boys want to play tea party.”
Me: “Do you like being the king?”
6-year-old son: “Not really – I’d rather be a wizard, but it makes Georgia and Vivian happy.”
I just thought about this today and dug through my pictures to find it: a letter from a black soldier in the Civil War to the person who owns his daughter. “The longer you keep my child from me the longer you will have to burn in Hell and the quicker you will get there.“
photo text (with corrected spelling and broken into sentences, paragraphs):
Letter from a Black Soldier to the Owner of His Daughter
Spotswood Ric, a former slave, writes to Kittey Diggs, 1864:
I received a letter from Cariline telling me that you say I tried to steal, to plunder, my child away from you. Not I want you to understand that Mary is my Child and she is a God given rite of my own.
And you may hold on to her as long as you can. But I want you to remember this one thing, that the longer you keep my Child from me the longer you will have to burn in hell and the quicker you’ll get there.
For we are now making up about one thousand black troops to come up thorough, and want to come through, Glasgow. And when we come woe be to Copperhood rebels and to the Slaveholding rebels. For we don’t expect to leave them there. Root nor branch. But we think however that we (that have children in the hands of you devils), we will try your the day that we enter Glasgow.
I want you to understand Kittey Diggs that where ever you and I meet we are enemies to each other. I offered once to pay you forty dollars for my own Child but I am glad now that you did not accept it. Just hold on now as long as you can and the worse it will be for you.
You never in you life before I came down hear did you give children anything, not anything whatever, not even a dollars worth of expenses. Now you call my children your property. Not so with me.
My children is my own and I expect to get them. And when I get ready to come after Mary I will have both a power and authority to bring her away and to exact vengeances on them that holds my Child.
You will then know how to talk to me. I will assure that. And you will know how to talk right too. I want you now to just hold on; to hear if you want to. If your conscience tells that’s the road, go that road and what it will bring you to Kittey Diggs.
I have no fears about getting Mary out of your hands. This whole Government gives cheer to me and you cannot help yourself.
Source: Ira Berlin, ed. Freedom, A Documentary History of Emancipation, 1861-1867. Cambridge: Cambridge University, 1982, 690.
I wanted to find out what happened (DID HE GET HIS DAUGHTER BACK?) and the answer is that not only was he reunited with his family, but went on to be a successful minister and his daughter was interviewed in the 30s for the Slave Narratives Project.
The diner McCree is having his apple pie and coffee is deserted. Like, there’s no staff in there at all. And there should be.
Coffee is fresh and steamy, one cup ready to be served… but there’s no one.
The dishes are gathered, but they aren’t exactly dirty; or look like they’ve been in the sink for a very long time.
And the apple pie looks fresh and yummy.
All the above don’t indicate a place that was deserted for a long time. And even if this is a place where there’s simply not much traffic, one has to wonder… where’s the staff?
Did McCree do all this? Brewing the coffee I can buy. Putting on the song in the jukebox I can buy as well. But making the pie, putting it in the glass case, cutting up a piece and serving himself in a seat? No way.
Only explanation I can find (that doesn’t include “budget” or “because I say so”) is that McCree himself drove everyone away with his gun.
And then sat there, eating his pie and waiting for the train.
Why?
Because he had called the Deadlock Gang right before that to give them the tip.
The tip he refers to here:
“You’ve never been one to shy away from a good tip.”
And Ashe called McCree being there “awful convenient”.
So, McCree was the one who set it all up. He called them from the hanging phone, then drew his gun on everyone in the diner to send them away, since he knew that the Deadlock Gang would appear and it’d be dangerous for them. So, he acted like the Bad Guy for their safety.
He poured himself a cup of coffee, he sliced some apple pie and waited. Lo and behold, animated short begins.
“But why?”
The answer is simple. He says so himself.
“All I want is that crate.”
Echo. He did all of this to get Echo back.
Remember, Echo is Overwatch. Overwatch is outlawed still, even in this time of need. From McCree’s words, “They’re getting the band back together,” Winston has just sent the call and McCree recieved it. And he knew that Echo, for whatever reason, would be extremely useful and needed to Winston and the newly pieced back together Overwatch.
But, Overwatch is still illegal. And no one must know that it is getting back together, otherwise the people will be hunted down and arrested, no matter how noble Winston’s intentions are; the law is the law.
So, what is McCree supposed to do now that Overwatch needs help, has called for him specifically, he wants to help, he knows that Echo would be more useful than him and he needs to free her and send her to Winston without him ever be connected to it, because he’s a known ex-Overwatch member? Or, even better, an ex-Blackwatch member, the fraction that supposedly, put Overwatch in trouble in the first place?
How to steal Echo away from the government without linking himself, Overwatch/Blackwatch to it so that he can keep the return of the Overwatch a secret for as long as possible from any government?
Use the Deadlock Gang, of course.
This way, their presence is everywhere in the crime scene, they get the blame and both McCree and his connections to Overwatch/Blackwatch are erased. Echo goes back, he goes to fetch maybe another member in secret.
“Why would he get through so much trouble?”
He cares about Overwatch and believes in its mission, duh.
As for the complex nature of this whole operation… Jesse McCree was Blackwatch. Covert missions. Acting from the shadows, framing others and leaving no traces behind that it was him is exactly what Blackwatch used to do.
And all he’d have to face is the accusations that he pulled a gun to the people in the diner. Maybe. Which wouldn’t be a big deal for him; he’s already an outlaw.
“Sansa’s hair is constantly reflecting the people she’s learning from, or mimicking, or inspired by at the time. When she’s Cersei’s prisoner and she’s kind of absorbing all her manipulative techniques, it’s reflected in her hairstyle, and when she’s finding the spirit of Margaery in herself, she wears her hair like Margaery.” – Sophie Turner (x)
love galore 