Colorized by me - Original caption, via Library of Congress: “Negroes cut each others' hair in front of plantation store after being paid off on Saturday. Mileston Plantation, Mississippi Delta. November, 1939.”
When you’re autistic, you’ll have days when you’ll struggle to complete very basic tasks and do “simple” things like saying a mere “yes” or “no” to somebody - and you’ll feel completely exhausted after doing so.
This is me today.
I could pretend that everything is fine today, but I want you to know that there are many challenges and the days can be incredibly difficult. This is not only about having “superpowers” (I hate this concept). But that’s exactly when you can see who really accepts you as you are.
And I’m not saying that for any selfish reason. But as someone with a platform, it’s important for me to use my voice and share my experiences whenever I can.
Dolores Cacuango was a pioneer in the fight for indigenous rights in Ecuador. She stood out in the political arena and was one of the first activists of Ecuadorian feminism. #WHM2021
"We are like the straw from the fells of the Andes, while you pull it out, it grows again."
Dolores was well aware of the difficult situation of indigenous women in the Haciendas, often being raped, beaten and forced to work without any remuneration, but appealed to the whole of society with her words.
“We want the indigenous to know who they are giving birth to, so they are never again raped by their devil boss, so no more children are born without a father and be despised children,” she used to say.
Colorized by me: One of four pedlars who slept in the cellar of 11 Ludlow Street rear, ca. 1890.
Original taken by Jacob Riis.
Riis was a notable American newspaper reporter, social reformer, and photographer. His most famous work, How the Other Half Lives (1890), shed light on the plight of the slums in New York City. (socialwelfare.library.vcu.edu)
“‘Are you not looking too much to the material condition of these people,’ said a good minister to me after a lecture in a Harlem church last winter, ‘and forgetting the inner man?’