Zimbabwean. Law student. Runner. Dreadhead.

I’m Mario Balotelli. I’m 23 years old, and I didn’t choose to be Italian. I strongly wanted [to be Italian] because I was born in Italy and have always lived in ITALY. I was really motivated for this World Cup and I’m sad, angry and disappointed with myself. … I’m not going to allow the blame to be placed only on me this time because Mario Balotelli gave his all for the national team and didn’t do anything wrong [character-wise]. So look for another excuse because Mario Balotelli… is prepared to move forward stronger than before and with his head held high, honored to have given his all for his country. Or maybe, like you say, I’m not Italian. Africans would never cast aside one of their ‘brothers.’ NEVER. In this sense us blacks, as you call us, are light-years ahead. There’s no shame on who misses a goal or runs less or more.

Italian superstar Mario Balotelli fires back at racist criticism  (via micdotcom)

I read the original (italian) version and the second from last sentence was “noi negri, come ci chiamate voi..” Negro is the Italian equivalent for nigger! So it should read “us niggers, as you call us…” just FYI.

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I don’t hate any race of people, and it pains me to wake up to other young people being misled to believe I do. I am for unity and equality.

Iggy Azalea

Me chief, you Indian. I speak, you listen.” - Iggy Azalea

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Just putting this here again

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…..when it may have an impact on whether or not I can sell my shitty “rap” albums and collaborate with artists of color in order to solidify my “street cred”. 

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in case you all need another reminder

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lecoil:

On the Street…Broadway, New York. Photo by The Sartorialist

markdoesstuff:

afro-dominicano:

afro-dominicano:

oldjukebox:

Can’t stop listening.

I never knew I needed this..

okay but like why doesn’t this have a million notes????

oh my god

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kobetyrant:

*searches for the lie*

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yagazieemezi:

I love when AFRICAN photographers capture images like this one!

Meet Your Photographer is a series that introduces you to the contributing photographers to yagazieemezi.com. Yagazie Emezi began this website as a project to locate young and upcoming photographers with the intent of providing a platform that showcases their work and points of view of Africa. This is part of a concerted effort to encourage the creative arts movement within Africa and the Diaspora, to provide us with spaces to tell our own stories, support our creative entrepreneurs, and view ourselves through our own lenses. 

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another look into black women are the most disrespected people on the fucking planet.

onnaollie:

black women get called angry every fucking day but you don’t see us out here shooting up folks at work or schools or bringing kitchen knives to stab people.

nope.

but we’re universally labeled ANGRY BLACK WOMEN.

meanwhile white boys are making youtube videos about WHY DON’T GIRLS WANNA HAVE SEX WITH ME and doing mass shootings. we ain’t gonna hear WHITE MEN ARE ANGRY AND VIOLENT. not at all.

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courtneyindepth:

one of comments on my BGLH feature (seen here: http://blackgirllonghair.com/2014/06/courtney-4c-natural-hair-style-icon/)

This is the type of mixed compliments I get on a regular basis. Although it ended on a good note, the way it began annoys me.

"Wow, you are brave"

"You actually go out like that."

"You let your hair really be and don’t worry how pretty you look…"

Hmm firstly, brave? I don’t know how I feel about people being described as brave for doing things they should already be expected to do. I am my own person so I have my own unique aesthetic. What’s so brave about that? Secondly, go out like WHAT? As myself? Why is that so shocking? And thirdly, my beauty and my self worth does not depend on state of my hair therefore, I am always pretty. I am always, always, always, valuable.