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no bro

you really don’t

not at fucking

all

stop

It appears absolutely no one realizes this character (assuming this story takes places during the time in which it was filmed) grew up during The Troubles of Northern Ireland.

You don’t if he’s Northern Irish. You don’t know if he’s Catholic. You don’t know if he grew up watching his people get murdered by Loyalist Protestants and British soldiers who carried heavy racial prejudice against Irish Catholics (hellooo, Bloody Sunday anyone?), who had for centuries been characterized as barbaric, racially inferior, lowly people who needed to be wiped out or converted. Attacks by the IRA, and therefore retaliation by the British, didn’t completely cease until 1998, I believe? This film came out in 2002.

You don’t know if he was an Irishman who grew up in England. Bomb attacks carried out by the IRA in England kindled misplaced aggression toward innocent Irish civilians living among the English population and Irish people were verbally and physically attacked and their businesses targeted. Perhaps similar to how ordinary Muslims bear the brunt of aggression after attacks by Muslim extremists…

You can still find yourself threatened and demeaned if you’re a Catholic in Northern Ireland or if you’re a Protestant in Ireland and some older dude in a pub in a smaller town straight up asks you if you’re Catholic or not and you’re afraid what’ll happen if you don’t lie about who you are.

You can still hear casual racism toward Irish people in everyday life and in publicly broadcast media in the UK.

You can still see and hear “Kill All Irish” and other pretty heavy anti-Irish sentiment among Loyalists in Northern Ireland who don’t consider themselves Irish at all.

Just because it now appears that the island of Ireland has been allowed to move on from war and their appearance and culture generally allows them to blend into and reap the benefits of the White European demographic doesn’t mean that this character does not have the background suitable to fully empathize with her. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t, we just don’t know his story.

But I guess you’ve never been demeaned as a Paddy or a Taig so you wouldn’t understand what it feels like, would you?

don’t worry dude it’s tumblr the mentality here is basically “if you’re lighter than a coconut you’re not allowed to have any feelings and your life is automatically perfect but that’s not racist at all bc your skin is lighter than someone else’s and that means it’s ok”

^^^^^^^^

not enough upward pointies in the world

plot twist: being Irish actually sucks, seriously

I normally don’t comment on posts like these but the ignorance of this makes me so fucking angry because absolutely no one in the world seems to give a shit about the Irish because we all just seem to be so happy and drunk all the time. Because they’re white, right? So obviously they have no idea what hardship means.

*bursts in* *breathes heavily* Did someone mention the Northern Irish Troubles

First of all, pretty much yes to everything about Ireland up there. Growing up in Northern Ireland, I saw the violence from all sides - my father is a British Protestant and my mother is a Catholic, so I basically couldn’t win because according to one side I was a dirty taig and according to the other I was a filthy hun. Luckily I managed to make friends with a mix of both Catholics and Protestants who all thought this attitude was just as stupid as I did, but between all of us, we saw our fair share of sectarian violence, and the Catholics, without a doubt, got it worse.

Irish Catholics were robbed of their country by Protestant invaders centuries ago. They fought and fought and eventually got the Irish Free State (now the Republic of Ireland), however, thanks to the deliberate plantation of Protestants to eradicate the Catholic majority in the North, it was left under British rule. Since then, Catholics have been murdered, arrested, terrorised, tortured and driven out of their houses just for being Irish Catholics. 

I moved from Northern Ireland in 2010 and to the day I left, the violence was not over. I couldn’t wear certain colours in certain areas because I would be beaten. I had fake names depending on where I was stopped, as attackers can determine what religion you are from your name alone (and this is a trick I learned, too, for defence). I can recite my rights if I’m arrested because if I was stopped in certain areas I could be, on the assumption I could be Catholic. I know the subtle sectarian geography of the city of Belfast because if I cross the road in the wrong place I’m in enemy territory. I have been chased by a group of forty people, throwing fireworks at me, because they assumed I was a Catholic. Police were parked on nearby streets and didn’t acknowledge the commotion. My friends and I walk past graffiti screamed “Kill All Taigs”. A fifteen year old boy who lived half an hour from me was beaten to death by a group of adults for being Catholic. For fifty years, people have been detained without trial, tortured, beaten and wrongly imprisoned just for being Catholic, because apparently, being Catholic means you must be in the IRA. 

Even now, I can’t escape it. I have a noticeable Northern Irish accent, which is stronger when I’m around people from there and is noticeable as a strong accent whenever I’m not in the country. At airports, I’m always the one stopped and frisked if they hear my accent. At ferry ports, it’s alway my car (which has Northern Irish registration plates) that’s “randomly selected” for a search. All of this just happened to me, a person who got off lightly.

If you think that Irish people haven’t faced oppression and abuse, you’re wrong. If you think that Northern Ireland is past its troubles, you’re wrong. It sickens me that this happens only a few hundred miles away from England and no one acknowledges it exists, because hey, they’re just some terrorist Catholics, right?

Contrary to popular belief, racism isn’t America centric. Just ask the Serbians and Croatians.

REBLOGGING FOR THE LAST ONE JFC THANK YOU.

This.  Also, for us Italians, Sicily: most of the Italian side of my family traces their roots to poor fishermen and the like there up until just before the World Wars.  For the past thousand years or so, when we haven’t been under imperialist rule by Rome, the Muslim empires, or Spain, we usually lived in fear of our own countrymen in the Mafia, which is still quietly in control of much of the region’s economy and politics today.

Yeah. It’s long. Doesn’t mean Tumblr doesn’t need to see it. Also:

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So Irish people were often treated with the same disdain as blacks. You’re the worst kind of person if this post can’t teach you that white =/= privileged.

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ladycrappo:

White roses on a pastel gradient rainbow. This makes me feel super girly.

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jackiecello23:

But when I was doing the scene, [director] Alex Graves said “When you say that last line, ‘I can be your family,’ say it like ‘I love you.’” And that’s the take that they used. (x)

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wasbella102:

Igor Belkovsky: Bather

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Igor Belkovsky: Bather


fleurdulys:

Woman before “Sunflowers” by Van Gogh - Isaac Israels
1917

fleurdulys:

Woman before “Sunflowers” by Van Gogh - Isaac Israels

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cryvanse:

drakefanclub:

Why

know ur roots

cryvanse:

drakefanclub:

Why

know ur roots

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he looks like a turkey

whyy

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mamasitaboricua:

He is so ugly and annoying.

no, he is fab

NO HAYMITCH IS ONE OF THE BEST CHARACTERS IN THG. THAT MAN WENT THROUGH SO MUCH. AFTER HE WON THE GAMES, THEY KILLED HIS FAMILY. HE HAD NO ONE REALLY UNTIL THESE TWO KIDS CAME AROUND. HE WAS ALWAYS DRUNK BECAUSE HE HAD FUCKING NO ONE. THATS HOW HE GOT RID OF HIS NIGHTMARES AND THE PAIN BY DRINKING. THATS WHY KATNISS GOT DRUNK IN CF WITH HAYMITCH AFTER SHE FOUND SHE WAS GOING BACK INTO THE ARENA. HE STARTED THE WHOLE STAR CROSSED LOVERS THING TO MAKE SURE KATNISS OR PEETA WOULD WIN THE GAMES BECAUSE HE CARED FOR THEM. HAYMITCH LITERALLY WENT THROUGH SO MUCH AND HIS CHARACTER IS SO COMPLEX SO NO HES NOT UGLY OR ANNOYING. HE IS FAB JUST LIKE E-VERDEEN SAID GOODBYE

NOT TO MENTION HE WAS THE WINNER OF THE QUARTER QUELL SO HE HAD TO WATCH TWICE AS MANY PEOPLE DIE IN HIS GAMES NOT TO MENTION ALL THE DISTRICT 12 TRIBUTES THAT COME BEFORE KATNISS AND PEETA SO FUCK YOU

YES and can we all remember that when he says he’s there “for the refreshments” he’s just making light of his situation. He’s actually there because he has no choice, because as the only living Victor of District 12 the Capitol fucking force him to return to the games as mentor year after year. Can you imagine what it’s like watching two kids from your district who are under your protection get butchered every year, and knowing that even if you moved heaven and earth to try and protect them they don’t have the faintest chance of survival against the Careers? No wonder he numbs the pain with alcohol, and pushes everyone (particularly the Tributes) away from him, because HE KNOWS HOW DANGEROUS IT IS TO ALLOW YOURSELF TO CARE ABOUT PEOPLE. His mother, brother and girlfriend were MURDERED by President Snow just because Haymitch had the audacity to use his wits to survive the Quarter Quell. Caring about others has only ever brought him agony and loss. But you know what’s so fucking awesome about Haymitch? When he realises that despite everything, Katniss actually has a chance of doing well in the Games, he cleans up his act and tries his absolute best to help and protect her and Peeta. He grows to care for them, despite how dangerous he knows that to be. Yes he is cynical, and bitter, and self-destructive. Yes, he is an addict. But many people in his position would have probably killed themselves or lost their minds completely, but in the end he finds the courage fight back against the people who stole his life from him. The Capitol may have wounded him beyond all hope of repair but they didn’t break him, not completely. So don’t you ever try to tell me that Haymitch Abernathy is not a strong and brilliant character because I got no time for that shit.

LAY. IT. DOWN.

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