2013-09-10 21:17:45

Daily Feminist Cheat Sheet


The other September 11th: Tomorrow marks the 40 year anniversary of Augusto Pinochet’s U.S.-backed coup against Salvador Allende’s elected government in Chile. Watch and/ or listen to the song Amanda, sung by Victor Jara the folk singer brutally murdered under Pinochet. His wife is now suing his killer. [transcript and translation of the song after the jump.]


11-year-old Denise McNair and 14-year-olds Addie Mae Collins, Carole Robertson and Cynthia Wesley: those are the names and ages of the “four little girls” killed 50 years ago when members of the KKK firebombed the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in Alabama. Today, they were awarded a Congressional Gold Medal.


Senegal hails new prime minister known for football and feminism.


Woot! Feministing and Racialicious get some much-deserved love from Andrea Peterson in this Washington Post op-ed: Here’s what you miss by only talking to white men about the digital revolution and journalism.


On a totally unrelated note, is there a link between testicle size and nurturing behavior?


My Life as a Warrior Princess.


Another Porn Actor Tests Positive for HIV: Should the Porn Industry Have Condom Laws?


Nearly one fourth of of men surveyed in Bangladesh, China, Cambodia, Indonesia, Papua New Guinea and Sri Lanka said they have committed rape. But you would think the number was lower if you read the AP, which apparently doesn’t consider partner rape to be rape rape.


A court in India has convicted four men in the gang rape and murder that ignited the country last December.


School that sent home 7-year-old girl for ‘dreadlocks’ is reversing policy.



Te recuerdo Amanda

Te recuerdo Amanda, la calle

mojada, corriendo a

la fábrica donde trabajaba Manuel. La

sonrisa ancha, la lluvia en

el pelo, no importaba

nada, ibas a encontrarte con él, con

él, con él, con él, con

él.


Son cinco minutos. La vida es eterna en cinco

minutos. Suena la sirena de

vuelta al trabajo, y

tú caminando, lo iluminas todo. Los cinco minutos te hacen florecer.


La sonrisa ancha, la lluvia en el pelo, no

importaba nada, ibas a encontrarte con él,

con él, con él, con él, con

él.


Que partió a la sierra. Que nunca hizo

daño. Que partió a la sierra, y en

cinco minutos quedó destrozado. Suena la

sirena, de vuelta al trabajo.

Muchos no volvieron,

tampoco Manuel.


I remember you Amanda,

the wet street

leading to the factory

where Manuel worked.

The wide smile,

the rain on your hair

didn’t matter to you at all,

you were going to meet

him, him, him.

You have five minutes,

life is eternal

in five minutes,

the siren sounds

to go back to work

and you walking

light up everything,

the five minutes

make you flower.

I remember you Amanda,

the wet street

leading to the factory

where Manuel worked.

The wide smile,

the rain on your hair

didn’t matter to you at all,

you were going to meet

him, him, him,

who left for the mountains,

who never did any harm,

who left for the mountains

and was destroyed

in five minutes,

the siren sounds

to go back to work,

many didn’t go back,

neither did Manuel.

I remember you Amanda,

the wet street

leading to the factory

where Manuel worked.


 


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