“This one is dedicated to the dreamers
Most people see things that are there and ask why
Dreamers, see things that aren’t there and ask why not
I’m dreamin’ with you.
I once knew a girl who on the surface was as solid as a rock
Future full of promise and mind seemed stronger than a ox
Face of beauty and a tongue was as honest as it got
That wasn’t what is was, problem rock bottom she was lost
I couldn’t see this sweet genius was full of secrets
Full of demons that pulled her deeper in this pool of leeches
Confused by the news, I was bruised when they told me
It concludes to the truth, was she consumed by the loneliness?
She was a true queen, nothing like Elizabeth
Often caught her starin’ into space with a distant look
Considerate but detached from others even when intimate
Now I’m searchin’ for answers I’d never find in a book
Last time I saw her, before the day she took her life
I wish I fixed her pain, I shoulda, coulda, woulda tried,
But I took it personally and turned to leave,
And to this day I’m still haunted by the words she screamed…
Sometimes I really really hate myself
Sometimes I wish that I could change myself
Sometimes I don’t wanna give no more
And sometimes I just don’t wanna live no more
Sometimes I don’t know where to go for help
Sometimes I don’t really know myself
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away
And find away to a brighter day.”
This song is my escape when I feel like giving up.
Lowkey has been a tremendous help with…
Beautiful Cairo stencils.
This is one wall of the new exhibition at Oriel Mostyn by Egyptian-Armenian artist Chant Avedissian. According to the gallery, the exhibition “deftly explores the boundaries between ‘high’ and ‘low’ art; politics and pop; the ephemeral and the enduring; and Egypt and the rest of the world”.
The spate of attacks on Armenians in Istanbul is now receiving considerable attention in the press and among advocacy groups in Turkey. While initially covered in only the Armenian press, mainstream media outlets are now addressing the issue.
Moreover, anti-racism groups, like Durde, and human rights organizations like the IHD have launched a public campaign, including a rally today (January 27) in Samatya, the neighborhood where most of the attacks have taken place. (Video here, in Turkish). Opposition parties have also begun to raise questions about the attacks in Parliament.
“Definition of the term “visible minority” (also referred to as “member of a racial minority”) for the purposes of the University of Guelph’s Lincoln Alexander Scholarships.
The most consistently used definition of “visible minority” arises in the federal Employment Equity Act which states that:
“members of visible minorities means persons, other than aboriginal peoples, who are non-Caucasian in race or non-white in colour”
The group includes individuals of non-white or non-Caucasian origin from Europe, Australia and New Zealand, South America, Africa or any other part of the world. It does not include persons of Portuguese, Spanish, Greek, Italian, or Ukrainian descent, or other ethnic groups who are considered to be white or Caucasian in origin.
Therefore visible minorities include the following persons who may be born in either Canada or other countries but for the purpose of this scholarship are Canadian Citizens or permanent residents.
- Blacks (including Black Africans, West Indians, Canadians or Americans)
- Indo-Pakistani (Bangladeshi, East Indian, Pakistani, Sri Lankan)
- West Asian and Arab (e.g., Afghani, Armenian, Egyptian, Iranian, Iraqi, Jordanian,Lebanese, Palestinian, Syrian, Turk)
- Southeast Asian (e.g., Burmese, Cambodian/Kampuchean, Laotian, Malaysian, Thai, Vietnamese)
- Other (e.g., Latin Americans, Indonesian or Pacific Islanders, persons of mixed parentage)”
- Who are considered visible minorities? Visible minorities are people, other than Aboriginals, who, because of their race or colour, are a visible minority. Examples include Black (such as: African, Haitian, Jamaican, Somali), South Asian (such as: East Indian, Pakistani, Punjabi, Sri Lankan), South East Asian (such as: Cambodian, Indonesian, Laotian, Vietnamese), Arab / West Asian (such as: Armenian, Egyptian, Iranian, Lebanese, Moroccan), Chinese, Filipino, Latin American, Japanese and Korean.
- Down below, I randomly selected a photo of several Armenians of different shades from my desktop (one of which is unfortunately a slutty Armo singer named Rippi). Maybe it is a selfish qualification and justification of the many brown Armenians whose experiences are often overlooked as being white members of society. Is he visibly not white enough for you?When I discovered the term “person of color” and the social truths and privileges it entailed, I had- and still have- mixed feelings of alienation and representation about it. Is skin color the predominant factor of claiming this identity? Or was geography, history, culture, ethnicity, religion, traditions, exclusions, oppression, familial and social structure and so on? What about one’s blatant connection to communities of people of color- socioeconomically and culturally? Does a light-skinned Latina qualify as a person of color, whereas a brown West Asian- “Caucasian” to be technical- doesn’t?I live each day as an “other” because I am still undefined by the masses- not white nor brown. Hence, I do not get the respect from white people or those of color. On the outside, I’m typically seen as a Latina womyn, sometimes Persian, and other ethnic backgrounds. I never get Armenian, and the world knows to little about Armenia to know where we actually come from. Most often, people dismiss us as “white” or “European” but after a quick inspection of the map, it becomes visible that Armenia is a world away from Europe. When people say things like this, it makes me feel like my whole life and struggle as an Armenian is a sack of shit- my culture, my mother and family, my accent, my food, my music, my ancestral genocide, my difficulty with assimilation, and so on.Back to skin tones… My father had brown skin, yet my mother has pale skin; this goes for many Armenians. Somedays, I feel like a proud person of color, and other days I feel like a fake. I see brown Armenians and then some white Armenians; my hopes fly up and down. I see oppression and then I see privilege, and lose myself in an identity conflict that I can honestly never master. Unity and division. Definition and confusion. Conclusion and frustration. What does it mean to be Armenian? To feel like one? Who defines what a “person of color” is but that person of color? By identifying as a POC, am I bleeding colonialism into liberation, or am I liberating myself? Or does it ensue solidarity and tolerance? If I am a visibly minority, ambiguous and tokenized, does that mean that I finally a constant, safe space in which I belong? Oh yeah, I can’t believe being Armenian was finally mentioned on these types of things. That makes me feel a lot less alone and much more recognized and secure. If you don’t have a defined identity, you are insecure and hesitant of your own existence. Although security and confidence does not have to do with race, being recognized as a “visible minority” makes me feel less… invisible.