So we carry these magnetic “story boards” at the store which have different little characters on them. A (racist) customer today was looking at the fairy tale one, and she asked why the princess on it was dark, and explained that she couldn’t give a present that had a dark princess on it. My coworker and I were too stunned by this blatant display of racism to say anything, so we mumbled something about “choices” and “representation” and showed the customer the animals board instead, which she bought.
The reason we carry the boards with the black princess on them are for customers like a Black family who came in last week, with two little daughters. They older one was almost squealing she was so excited that the princess looked like her, and that the fairy looked like her sister. Black girls deserve to see more images of themselves as the beautiful, royal, magical characters, and white girls can handle not being the main character for once.
(Related: your white kids can handle having a black doll, too. Who knows, they might end up with black or mixed children when they grow up.)
Anonymous said: Apparently there is only one Jewish person left living in Afghanistan? His name is Zablon Simintov in case you didn't already know and wanted to read about him. I think about him a lot.
I’ve heard of him!
That one sentence: “I think about him a lot.”
That is the nature of the Jewish people. We seek out the names of our brethren, ones living in places we will probably never visit, and repeat them to ourselves. We turn their names into blessings, their lives into prayers. We are all connected, the children of Jacob, sealed by a covenant repeated through the generations.
I will think about him a lot too, this Jew without a minyan, still a part of the global community of Jewry.
First attempt at speckle dyeing, with help from this tutorial by Chalklegs. It’s not speckley in the least, but adding loads of different dyes to the pot created some really beautiful, bright colours and hopefully it’ll knit up into something that doesn’t resemble clown vomit!
Think I’m going to use less vinegar next time as the flecks of sprinkled dye were just absorbing into the fibre rather than sticking as flecks of colour.
Emma Lazarus was born on July 22, 1849 in New York City. Lazarus is best known for the famous lines, “Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”, but this fact alone does not tell the full story of her career. Lazarus’ 1871 book, …