Sixty-two years ago, on October 14, 1964, Daddy learned that he had been selected to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. He was just 35 years old.
The honor recognized his leadership in the nonviolent struggle for civil rights. He accepted it on behalf of a movement whose courage and sacrifice had shown the world the power of nonviolence.
Daddy’s philosophy calls us to confront injustice, transform unjust systems and affirm the dignity of every human being. It requires courage, discipline and love in action.
Sixty-two years later, that work remains urgent. The responsibility to advance it remains ours.
We honor my father’s legacy by practicing nonviolence in our daily lives and continuing the work to create the Beloved Community.
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Several years ago, the farm industry was hurting due to inflation from another Republican administration. They were offered to grow more corn to produce this neat new cheap product, corn syrup. Too much 🌽,now we have corn syrup in everything, which is not digestible.
Heinz ketchup in the US is sweetened with corn syrup. The same bottle in Britain is sweetened with sugar.
The US list is tomato concentrate, distilled vinegar, high fructose corn syrup, corn syrup, salt, spice, onion powder and natural flavoring. The UK list is tomatoes, spirit vinegar, sugar, salt, spice and herb extracts and spice. Canada gets sugar too.
The amount of sugar is about the same either way, around 4 grams a tablespoon, so the difference is price. The US sugar program keeps American sugar well above the world price, so for decades corn syrup has been the cheaper sweetener for any US food plant, and Heinz buys the cheaper one like everybody else. If you want the sugar version in the US, Heinz sells it. It's called Simply Heinz and it costs more, because here the sugar does.
Former Saturday Night Live host Dan Levy has called out Shane Gillis over remarks he made about women during his SNL opening monologue this past weekend.
Levy specifically took issue with a portion of Gillis' monologue in which the comedian described going to the gym and observing that "women just dress like whores now."
Responding in an Instagram Reel, Levy said: "Women wearing short shorts at the gym does not make them whores. It makes the men calling them whores misogynists. There's a difference there. By the way, I've seen more men's nipples at the gym than I've ever seen women showing their bodies off."
"But I'm speechless that something like that can exist on live national television. And to be perfectly honest, more men need to be standing up in opposition to it because it's complacency that has created the environment in which women are sexually assaulted and it's a 'conversation' as opposed to a 'crime.'"
"This is not a women's issue, this is an everybody issue. Because the more that men objectify women in the media, the more that other men see them as objects and treat them as objects. They are not objects. They are superior human beings to men, OK? And I'm sorry if this gets me in trouble with the internet, but fuck."
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I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.
There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.
I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.
We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors resigned and the satirist Tom Lehrer said political satire was now obsolete. We keep him on the wall. A reminder. Every family has the uncle.
It is October in Oslo, which means the sun gives up around four in the afternoon like a civil servant, and it rains the particular Norwegian rain that isn’t quite falling, just hanging there, judging you. I arrive with wet shoes. I always arrive with wet shoes. There is coffee, because this is Norway and there is always coffee, we drink more of it per person than almost anyone alive, and someone’s wife has sent kanelboller, the cinnamon buns, and we sit, five Norwegians, damp, caffeinated, sugared, and we decide the moral standing of the entire species.
Let me tell you how it actually works, because the world imagines a cathedral and it is, I promise you, a book club with a mandate.
287 nominations this year. 208 people, 79 organizations. Anyone can nominate, that’s the secret nobody understands: a professor, a parliamentarian, a former laureate, so the “nominee” list is meaningless, it’s a suggestion box, and every autumn some congressman nominates his own golden retriever and the press writes “SHORTLISTED.” Nobody is shortlisted. There is no short list the public ever sees. There is us, and the coffee, and the rain, and the portraits, and a Norwegian stubbornness that is older than the prize itself.
We read reports. The institute’s advisers write them, thick dull documents, and we argue. Our chairman told the BBC once that in the final meeting “there is a high temperature.” High temperature, for a Norwegian, means someone slightly raised an eyebrow and then apologized for it. We don’t do high temperature. We do a long silence, and then Kristin says “well,” and everyone knows exactly what “well” meant, and it’s settled. That’s our shouting. “Well.” You’d have to be raised here to hear the violence in it.
Now. This year. I will not say the name, because we never say the name, but you know the name.
A certain head of state wanted this prize the way a child wants a thing in a shop window, which is to say loudly, and in public, and with the full belief that wanting it was itself the argument. He said he deserved it. He said he’d ended eight wars, a number that grew most times he said it, like a fish. He had other heads of state phone us. Israel’s prime minister posted it on the internet, “Give him the Nobel.” The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced they’d nominated him, as though announcing it were part of it, as though we tally mentions. A man flew around the globe collecting endorsements for a Norwegian committee the way you’d collect signatures for a petition to the council about a noisy dog.
And here, uff da, is the detail I treasure, the one that makes me smile into my coffee. The nomination deadline is the 31st of January. He took office on the 20th. So for all the phone calls, all the posts, all the gilded lobbying, the only nominations that could possibly count for this year’s prize were filed in the first eleven days of his term, before he had, by his own arithmetic, ended a single one of the eight wars. He campaigned all year for a prize whose window had shut while he was still hanging up his coat. We didn’t have to reject him. The calendar did. We just watched. Norwegians are very good at watching. We have long winters.
People think we sit there weighing his deeds. We don’t. That’s the thing I can’t make the world understand. We’re not grading his homework. We don’t owe anyone the prize for a ceasefire, however real, however loud the announcement. “He made peace” is not a sentence that ends in a medal, the way he believes it does, the way he believes every good thing ends in his name on it. The will of a dead Swede says the prize goes to whoever did the most for fraternity between nations. A dead Swede, I should add, who made his entire fortune inventing dynamite and selling arms, and spent his last years horrified at his own obituary, which called him a merchant of death, and so bought his way to immortality as a man of peace. The whole prize is one guilty arms dealer’s attempt to launder his name. We are, all of us, administering a dead man’s public relations. I find this clarifying. It keeps me humble. It should keep everyone humble, and it keeps, by my count, no one humble at all.
So who did we give it to?
An eighty-five-year-old woman. A judge. Born in Durban, under apartheid, granddaughter of a Tamil man who came to South Africa as indentured labor, a bus driver’s daughter from the poor Indian quarter, who became the first non-white woman to run a law practice in her province, who defended Mandela’s people when defending them was dangerous, who sat on the Rwanda tribunal and the court at the Hague, and who, at eighty-five, is right now a judge weighing whether a genocide is a genocide. When we told the world, our chairman said the rule of law “underpins the system we have set up to ensure peace,” and that “peace requires justice.” She wasn’t even in Oslo. She was in Nuremberg. In courtroom 600. The actual room where they tried the Nazis. You cannot stage that. God staged that, and God, it turns out, is a better satirist than any of us.
She did not phone us. She did not post. No prime minister demanded it for her on the internet. She had, as far as our deliberations are concerned, the one qualification the loud man could never manufacture, which is that she wanted the work and not the medal. The medal finds those people. It flees the ones who chase it. This is not a rule we wrote. It’s just the only pattern the hundred-odd years of our mistakes has ever shown.
The reaction from across the ocean was immediate. His spokesman posted that we “place politics over peace.” Ja. Perhaps. We’re five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it’s political, it was always political, it was political when we gave it to a sitting American president nine months into his first term for the promise of things he had not yet done, and we have been quietly embarrassed about that one for fifteen years, so believe me, we had a particular reason this year to prefer a woman with fifty years of verdicts behind her over a man with eight wars in front of him and a deadline already behind him.
Here is what he will never understand, the thing I’d tell him on the tram if he ever took one. We are the one prize he cannot buy, cannot post his way to, cannot have a friendly dictator phone in for him. Not because we’re incorruptible, nei, we’re as vain and wrong and human as the portraits on our wall. But because the entire point of the thing, the only power a small cold country’s book club has ever held, is that it goes to the person not performing the wanting. The moment you demand it, you’ve proven you don’t understand what it’s for, and proving that is itself the disqualification. He ran the most expensive campaign in the history of the prize and the campaign was the reason. He was never losing to Navi Pillay. He was losing to the concept.
It’s dark now. Four o’clock dark. The buns are gone. Kristin said “well” an hour ago and we all went home. I’m on the tram with my wet shoes, and somewhere across the water a very powerful man is explaining to a camera that the prize is rigged, that we’re corrupt, that he’ll win it next year, and he genuinely might, we’re only five idiots and we’ve been wrong before, Kissinger is still on the wall.
But not this year. This year an old woman in Nuremberg, in the room where the law once stared down the exact kind of man who thinks wanting a thing loudly enough should make it his, got a phone call she didn’t ask for.
That’s the job. We don’t reward the man who ends the war and announces it.
We reward the woman who spent fifty years deciding what a war was.
He’ll never see the difference. That’s rather the whole point of him.
Takk for i dag. I have to change trams.
REYES on a tear: "I was hearing from everybody on plaintiffs side that this was going to happen. I said repeatedly no, I trust the government. I trusted you all not to do precisely what you have done. Not only does that make it inexcusable ... I am just at a total loss to understand what has happened here, other than — Occam’s razor time — that the government precisely intended to do precisely what it has done, which is intentionally delay letting the pantiffs and the court know what is happening so they can put a plan in place to clear hundreds and hundreds of trees."
Oh he sent me an email, I think I’ll respond.
So yes, actually you did do something wrong President Trump, let’s first start with your broken campaign promises.
You protected your pedophile rapists friends instead of women who were raped when they were just teenage girls and you STILL REFUSE to release the Epstein files.
You started an unprovoked war with Iran that the vast majority of Americans do NOT support. You killed hundreds of children at a school in Iran and innocent people and are responsible for 21 U.S. service members deaths and 865 wounded. Your stupid war that you claim you have won like 50 times has destroyed our bases in the Middle East and hundreds of billions of dollars worth of military equipment and weapons, while depleting our weapons and ammunitions.
You are supporting, funding, and aiding genocide in Gaza that has resulted in approximately 22,000 children murdered, thousands of children with amputations, and over 70,000 orphans. And your so called Board of “Peace” has done nothing to stop war and is planning to oversee the very profitable reconstruction and take over of Gaza. One can only guess who all will get those blood money contracts, the Epstein class and associates.
And let’s talk about the basics that every single US president is supposed to guarantee to its citizens. Affordable cost of living and affordable fuel in which you have 100% failed to deliver and actually driven inflation and irresponsibly driven the cost of gasoline and diesel to record high levels.
So did you do something wrong?
Yes in summary, YOU are the snake that you warned us all about in the poem you read over and over.
You never cared about putting America first or making America great again.
You are the deep state, the Epstein class, and America last.
And my mistake was supporting you in the first place.
What happened today was a blitzkrieg on a public park. A cherished DMV space. If you are not livid about the circumstances that led up to this and what exactly the Federal government did in the past 24 hours I don’t know what to tell you.
Let’s do a quick timeline:
1. Last night, a Friday before a long weekend, at 5PM, government lawyers filed a notice that tree cutting would begin in earnest today. The stated reason was a pretext - apparently fulfilling a 2019 Cultural Landscape Review on East Potomac. This was clearly an excuse to bring the gangs in.
For months the government has stated there is no plan, nothing has been decided, going to follow the law. Ya, right.
2. At 5:30AM this morning, 3-4 dozen workers assembled at East Potomac Park. The blitzkrieg began shortly thereafter. They were given clear orders to fell as many trees as possible.
3. For hours, from 6AM until 4PM today, nothing but chainsaws. Healthy trees, old trees, all would come down. No clear estimate for the extent but at least 100 trees came down.
The devastation is apparent. Entire groves cleared. Not a single animal on the peninsula. Not a sound aside from the roar of chainsaws. Earth ripped to pieces.
Anybody that thinks it is acceptable to shred public lands to appeal to the vanity of the President of the United States needs their head examined.
We have been sounding the alarm on this for months. For months we knew this day would come. Where the President would, under dubious legal pretexts, sic his goons on a beloved public space.
This is not a local issue. This is fundamentally a question of if we the people own our public lands or the temporary resident of the White House does.
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When I interviewed President Zelenskyy @ZelenskyyUa in July, he said he’s more than happy to sign a peace deal to end the war with Russia.
The issue is, Russia won’t stop firing ballistic missiles into Ukraine. Russia won’t stop killing Ukrainian children. Russia won’t stop bombing Ukrainian hospitals.
Russia won’t stop aiding Iran in the war against the US.
Putin should be aggressively challenged for his nonstop aggression.
Peace is a two way street.
Russia is going to use all of the money they receive from providing the US with Diesel to keep killing Ukrainians and helping Iran attack Americans.
Don’t forget, Iran is actively offering a bounty for the President’s head while they provide Iran with satellite images to kill Americans.
I was an Ops Manager for a seafood catcher processor co. I saw plenty of crew get burned out and after covid value more of a work life balance. Talk about your future with more people to try to figure out what direction to go. This post is a good start. Do your research.
i’m 27, earning $2,500 a month, and somehow, i feel like i have nothing going for me.
i work as a third engineer on a ship, and from the outside, my life probably looks successful.
good income. a respectable career. financial responsibilities i can handle.
but nobody sees what happens when you're away at sea for months, surrounded by different people, constantly moving from one contract to another.
i don't feel like i'm building a life anymore.
i feel like i'm just surviving one contract at a time.
and the worst part?
i don't even enjoy the job anymore.
Yesterday, I received a check in the mail from the United States Treasury with a letter signed by the lunatic in the White House. I ASSUME IT IS AN EFFORT TO BUY VOTES ONE MONTH BEFORE ELECTION DAY. It won't work. The funds were a refund of money to fund Obamacare. I need my healthcare, not the check.
I WILL BE VOTING DEMOCRAT DOWN THE BALLOT.
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The juice in your peach fruit cup isn't peach juice. Dole and Del Monte both pack their peaches in 100% juice, and the juice is white grape juice from concentrate. Dole lists peaches, white grape juice from concentrate, lemon juice from concentrate, natural flavors and ascorbic acid. Del Monte lists peaches, water, white grape juice concentrate, then lemon juice concentrate, ascorbic acid and natural flavor.
White grape concentrate is cheap, clear and tastes like nothing, so it sweetens the cup the way syrup would without the word syrup on the label. A cup of Del Monte peaches in 100% juice has 13g of sugar. Their lite can packed in water and plain sugar also has 13g. The juice pack shows 0g added sugar because FDA counts reconstituted juice as juice, not as sugar.
#1. It would be great if teams could challenge a call. That call was the opposite of reality.
#2. Agree completely.
#3. Who cares about this. There are plenty of other things to worry about, but sad to see what $4mil buys now a days.
#godawgs
1) The ref who threw the flag on Robinson should be jailed.
2) Demond Williams is not seeing the game well at all. Decisions coming too slow.
3) Demond Williams is tough as hell and a fighter. I’m not bailing on him.
That was the best game the #Huskies have played this year.
One of the Cornell 7 who claims he "only" participated in the group chat, viewed Jane Doe's naked body without her permission, and snorted ketamine off her naked body without her permission, sued the university to argue that having to write an essay and take a class was too much punishment.
Let's be really clear about this. Literally every single person who knew this was happening and didn't immediately call the police AND confront everyone perpetrating this horrific act should be criminally liable.
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An erasure poem of District Attorney Matthew Van Houten’s explanation for why the Cornell Seven were not criminally prosecuted. The materials sent to the prosecutor by campus police were missing Jane’s assertions that she was raped. Staggering. In this poem, I decided to omit the document to unerase Jane’s truth within it.
Your father was born in Minnesota & decided to start a farm in the Dust Bowl. He blamed his failiure on Blacks & Jews, moved to Canada, and joined the fascist cult “Technocracy, Inc.”
After failing in Canada, still blaming minorities, he moved your family to Pretoria—which was advertising itself as a “whites-only paradise.”
He spent 20 years flying you and your family around Africa trying to find a “lost white civilization” because he couldn’t believe white people were descended from Africans.
He wrote a series of batshit crazy racist manifestos that would have embarrassed your average school shooter.
It’s shocking they didn’t take all this into consideration when considering your citizenship request.