“Because in your heart you know, that the juice is worth the squeeze. That’s what moral fiber’s all about.”• Ask me anything
You have to get lost to find where you belong.
Painted this guy the other day on a map, definitely one of the cooler projects I’ve done.
— (160/365) by (DS)
Remember that time really intense extremists ruined my internet reputation and wanted me to die by taking my words out of context? Yeah me too
I was angry these elected officialssat through nine hours of testimony from 500 students, yet barely listened to their cries, already knowing how they would cast their votes.
During the discussion,I was so upset that I blurted out “fuck Council” several times.
But I never once said anything about Palestine or Israel during my “meltdown.”
I don’t know why I was later portrayed as an anti-Israel advocate or a Palestine extremist when all my comments were directed toward actions of the student council.
To my horror, my poor choice of languagewas plastered on extreme, pro-Israeli websites, some of them veering into anti-Palestinian racism. Several extremist websites accused me of “trying to dismantle the Israeli state” and being “infected with hate.”
In the following weeks, I received a half-dozen texts, emails and Facebook messages calling me a “useless piece of shit,” and an “ugly racist privileged useless cunt.” Someone said they hoped I would “suffer in life.”
I was frightened for my life. I couldn’t sleep. I had trouble eating. I was living a nightmare. When I Googled my name, the first results that appeared were right-wing posts accusing me of being anti-Semitic and “infected” with “hate” – simply because I showed empathy for the students at UCLA who were angry, crying and ignored.
Having your worst emotional moment leaked to the media is painful and difficult, especially when your words are misconstrued and taken completely out of context.
But what is worse is that the point of my outrage – the fact that I felt councilmembers continually ignored the voices of the students – was completely overshadowed.
I’m still waiting for a discussion about how the council should represent UCLA students, a conversation that needs to rival the volume of petty Internet notoriety I’ve experienced.
USAC representatives are meant to do just that: represent. But right now that responsibility is not being fulfilled, and all constituents are not being given an equal voice. A lot of people and their families are affected on a daily basis by decisions made at that council table.
I’m not ashamed to have been shaken by the accounts of human rights abuses shared on both sides that night. I do believe the world would be a far better place if more of us shook off our apathy, along with the belief that we can’t do anything to affect positive change.
Spread this like wildfire please!