my niece was assaulted by a coworker at a company offsite.
not a misunderstanding. not “mixed signals.” she told him no. more than once. he cornered her anyway. she left early, shaking, and reported it the very next morning.
HR thanked her for “coming forward.” said they would handle it discreetly.
a week later she was placed on “temporary leave during the investigation.” paid at first. then unpaid. they said it was to “protect team morale.”
he stayed. kept his badge. kept his projects. kept laughing in meetings.
people started whispering that she must have “misread the situation.” leadership said there was “insufficient evidence.” her word against his.
when she asked to return, they told her her role had already been filled because the team “needed stability.”
she lost her job. her income. her health insurance.
he got to keep his.
and they still posted about supporting survivors.
in the 1850s, an enslaved woman named Anarcha Westcott was subjected to at least 30 non-consensual experimental gynecological surgeries. No anesthesia. No consent. Other enslaved people were forced to hold her down while she screamed. The procedures done to her were later credited with “advancing” gynecology, while the man who tortured her was praised as a medical genius for years. Anarcha wasn’t a footnote. She was a person. Her name matters. Her pain matters. And her story deserves to be told
“When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
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When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?”
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“I am here to unite all the Tribes scattered on earth. No fear.
We must remember who we are and what our ancestors stood for. Together, we fight against all Evil/oppressors.”
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