His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven.
His father, by the cruelest way of pain,
Had bidden him to his bosom once again;
The awful sin remained still unforgiven.
All night a bright and solitary star
(Perchance the one that ever guided him,
Yet gave him up at last to Fate’s wild whim)
Hung pitifully o’er the swinging char.
Day dawned, and soon the mixed crowds came to view
The ghastly body swaying in the sun
The women thronged to look, but never a one
Showed sorrow in her eyes of steely blue;
And little lads, lynchers that were to be,
Danced round the dreadful thing in fiendish glee.
If it was actually WOC abuelit@s hitting up the night bombing the city, I would be down as fuck for it. However, it is not. Instead, it is white feminists who essentially steal an idea that has criminalized, ridiculed, and even killed people of color. They seem to think it is innovating art that parallels graff culture. Pero, they’re extremely cray to think so.
Their privilege allows them to get away with the bastardization of this subculture without having to deal with the gruesome repercussions. You see, yarn bombing doesn’t happen in los barrios. It takes place in affluent areas, the burbs, and gentrified hoods. They don’t have to watch out for bangers who don’t want you tagging on their turf. They don’t know shit about traveling deep into tunnels and having to fend off meth addicts. They won’t have to experience running away from trigger-happy cops, and not because
theirthey’re not carrying montanas, but because white girls (with or without yarn) are actually protected by cops—no matter what neigborhood they’re in.
I can’t see myself ever being down with recognizing yarn bombing for these very reasons.
Thanks for opening my eyes to this perspective.