The point of the activism was never to make white people comfortable. It was always about the murder of her father and other Black people at the hands of police, and how victims’ names and families are dragged through the mud. How white supremacy is dangerous and unsafe at the best of times; it is not something that…
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You know what? Fuck those white journalists. Divisive or not, white people seriously cannot deal with being excluded, told no, being corrected, or coming in second to anyone else. As with most other racist problems white people have had and inflicted on everyone else of other colors, this shit needs to be dealt with.…
She just died a few months ago, so it might actually comfort him now.
My mother died when I was a teenager and I’m starting to feel realize I can’t remember the sound of her voice. I heard myself laughing on a video a few weeks ago and for a few seconds I almost sounded like her and it made me sad because I realized I…
One of my grandfathers died when I was a little kid. The saddest day after that was when I realized I could no longer imagine his voice anymore. He taught me about honesty and how to untangle fishing line and get a balsa glider out of a tree. It’s been 50 years and I still miss him.
My nephew died at the age of 9 unexpectedly due to epilepsy. I have a voicemail message that he recorded for me when he was 2 singing the happy birthday song to me. It is one my most cherished possessions.
No, it’s not dust, I’m crying my eyes out.
I lost my dad two years ago and the phone on which I had his voicemails saved broke irreparably 2 months after. I still call his number so I can hear his voice when I’m having a bad day and missing him. I would desperately want something like this.
We all grieve differently, and there is no “right” way.
Like Yesha said, there are a lot of people that would love to hear their deceased loved one’s voices. Like me. I still have voicemail recordings from my deceased fiancé, from over eleven years ago. I know a teenage girl, who have dozens of video recordings of her late father and she loves them. There’s something…
Yep. I had about a year to prep for my Mom’s death from cancer. I saved every voice mail she left me in that time, and recorded them to MP3 by calling into my landline voicemail from Skype.
I treasure the VMs I have from my brother. There’s one of him singing Happy Birthday that I listen to every year. It always makes me cry, but it’s also comforting, especially on days when I worry that I’ll forget what his voice sounded like.
Pow! Right in the feels.
I know people who still have voicemail messages saved from loved ones who’ve passed away. It’s not an uncommon thing to want to hear.
Hey little girl, you know what you’ll detect on my Happiness Meter? Regret. Lots of regret.
I want his name, his mugshot, his parents mugshots, everyone’s history with drugs and alcohol, everyone’s criminal record, everything splashed accross the new constantly. I want them to call this thug every anti-White dog-whistle there is. Then I want them to give him the death penalty and the worst public defender…
The ONLY good Nazi is a dead Nazi.
The Washington Post did not name the teenager, saying they do not identify minors charged with crimes unless charged as adults.
Tsk... tsk... that’s the price paid for tolerating these white nationalist / supremacist assholes.
Sometimes people have an embolism when in hospital. Just saying.