the dumps, which include shallow unlined trenches for medical waste and above-ground sheds for nuclear waste, are being called “temporary” but will be in place for a minimum of 300 years. in return, they are promising $11 million in a charity trust for infrastructure, and a $1 million scholarship fund.
granted i am not very good at math and am definitely not one of those scientists that does nuclear waste risk assessments or whatever….but seems more than a little fishy that they expect an Aboriginal community to host toxic waste that will pretty much undoubtedly fuck up their water, air, land, and bodies for 10 generations, when they’re willing to pay them an amount that won’t even provide for 1 generation. [source]
sociological phenomenon or crime? here’s some numbers that should clear that up for you (source):
ah yes, women’s equality day—the holiday commemorating the day white women gained the same voting rights white men already had for over 100 years.
Native women weren’t even eligible for US citizenship until 4 years after that date (largely thanks to the efforts of Native suffragette Zitkala-Ša), the US was still naturalizing Native people as citizens as recently as 1940 (20 years after white women got the right to vote), and it wasn’t until the 1965 Voting Rights Act that the federal government overrode state efforts to deny Native citizens (and other citizens of color) the right to vote. also like obvi voting rights are not really the best measurement of equality anyways bc i’m pretty sure women, especially WOC, still aren’t really treated like human beings 24/7 in this country yet.
so yeah it’s women’s equality day as long as equality is defined as voting rights and Black & Brown women aren’t really considered women.
25 years old with mental complications ,that everyone was aware of in the area of Newtown was complying with LAPD and was held down and shot 3 times in the back.Witness’s say officers screamed out “shoot him” before firing at him. HE WAS HELD DOWN AND NOT RESISTING AND THEY STILL SHOT HIM. This is not getting any coverage and could easily be swept under the rug. I’m on mobile so please if anyone can post pictures,links,etc feel free to add.
Native Hawaiian death rates from cardiovascular disease are 44 percent higher than the U.S. average, 39 percent higher for cancers and 196 percent higher for Type 2 diabetes. This state of being is allowed to persist in part, I believe, because these statistics are only numbers. They may be startling, but symbols on a page can be ignored, concealed or filed away in the back of the mind to grapple with later. I have my own information to share.
My dad and his siblings were one-half Hawaiian, their parents each half as well. My uncle was the second of three brothers. Before the islands’ first foreign contact, in 1778, alcohol was unknown to these shores. If he were born three centuries ago, no drop of liquor would have passed his lips. But alcoholism had been hurting Native Hawaiians for over a century. In 2012, my uncle died of liver cancer in a hospital room in Honolulu, miles away from his home on Maui. Medical interventions were too little, too late.
My father was named Daryl Collins Kahahane. His Hawaiian name was Lani, a component of the name I received when I was born. Three hundred years ago, he would have eaten a Hawaiian diet. Meals would consist of taro, sweet potato, fish, bananas, and other traditional foods — a diet high in vitamins and low in fat. These foods would probably not have resulted in him suffering from heart disease or diabetes. He may not have had a heart attack in our front yard. Scar tissue would probably not have formed in his heart, staying with him for the handful of years to come. And he might not have died at the age of 63, while I was finishing up the spring semester of my sophomore year in college. But in 2013 — after decades of mayonnaise, spare ribs, root beer, and SPAM — we are far from the old days.
My grandmother, who still lives in Lahaina, was born 82 years ago just up Lahainaluna Road from the sugar plantation where my father was born. She saw two of her sons die before her, in the span of two years. The youngest of the three brothers survives, along with two daughters. These are statistics that we do not normally discuss. Forty percent of the family that she birthed, raised, and loved, has preceded her in passing. She has buried 67 percent of her sons, attended two-fifths of a potential five funerals at our church, Maria Lanakila.
But no number value can be put on her loss. There is no replacement for a son or a father."