bunnycorcorans:

darling-highness:

my great aunt called me crying tonight. she’s a survivor of the holocaust. the first thing she said was “I never thought I would live to see another man like this come into power”, and if that doesn’t say something about Donald Trump, I don’t know what to tell you.

Meanwhile, in the Philippines, the Supreme Court had decided to bury Ferdinand Marcos, dictator, plunderer, human rights violator, at the Libingan ng mga Bayani (Heroes’ Cemetery). Just months prior, we had elected Rodrigo Duterte, arguably the Filipino counterpart of Donald Trump, and we almost elected Ferdinand Marcos Jr, the only son of Ferdinand Marcos, narrowly beating him by a few hundred thousand votes. The outcome is the same. My Shakespeare professor had cried to her students, apologizing for it and saying something along those lines.

“What have we done to deserve another man like this to come into power?”

If you can’t find it in yourself to have empathy for the oppressed because you don’t know them personally, if you can’t find it in yourself to care about the very real people behind the horror stories you hear, then at the very least, don’t do us the injustice of waving these narratives off.