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How Turbans Helped Some Blacks Go Incognito In The Jim Crow Era →



Here’s some excellent archival research by NPR’s Code Switch team (with help from NPR librarian Katie Daugert on blacks passing as East Indian or using “exotica” to navigate the Jim Crow South. This perspective complicates the conversations trending on the Internet about cultural appropriation. 

"I was Jim Crowed here, Jim Crowed there, Jim Crowed all over the place. And I didn’t like being Jim Crowed." —- Jesse Routté, who pulled off what historian Paul Kramer calls the “turban trick.”

At the time, ideas of race in America were quite literally black and white. But a few meters of cloth changed the way some people of color were treated.

"And then there was Korla Pandit.

"Pandit was a musician and television personality, regarded by many as a precursor to Liberace. On TV, Pandit would play the Hammond organ while smoke swirled around him. He’d gaze mysteriously into the camera, locking the viewer in a hypnotic embrace…" [more]

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My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…


Pluto is there.


The artist remembered Pluto.




The artist drew Pluto crying.

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"As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections."
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via observando)
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nice friend person:hey, how've you been?
me:capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.
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where do these white dads come from

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My mom was looking through our old National Geographic magazines and I found my favorite picture ever


My mom was looking through our old National Geographic magazines and I found my favorite picture ever

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"The courage it took to get out of bed each
to face the same things
over and over
Charles BukowskiYou Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense (via loveage-moondream)

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to quote hamlet act III scene iii line 92, “no”

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"I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget."
Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot (via lightshinesoutofdarkness)
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