Polished Glass Rod

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it's crazy how "adults should be mindful of kids in online spaces" is such a controversial topic and by that i mean that i hope that anyone that disagrees with that never interacts with any children ever

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The problem is that any variation of “think of the children” with no additional contest is mostly used by people to silence minorities, oppress victims, and generally promote censorship. It is a historical fact that “think of the children” is, generally speaking, a dog whistle for “things I don’t like shouldn’t exist.”

Examples include teaching kids about the existence of gay people, teaching kids about racism (this one is current, Florida just made it illegal to teach critical race theory in school), and the justification is *always* some variant of “think of the children”. This was the justification used to ban homosexuality in the Soviet Union, it was ta justification for the war on drugs, it was used as a justification for segregation.

This next part is going to sound a bit rude but I mean it in the most neutral, non judgemental way possible. If you don’t know this, then you are ignorant of one of the most important, widespread, and effective manipulative political tactics there is. And most critically, it relies on your ignorance for its effectiveness. People push conservative values by claiming they are “thinking of the children”, which gives them the weight of every person who ever “thinks of the children”. People start to think “well if it is for the children...” and “I saw this person I trust say that too, so they must support these kinds of measures too!”. It spreads a specific type of group think that pushes conservative, right wing agendas.

This is why the statement “adults should be mindful of kids in online spaces” absent explicit clarification is controversial, because people who are not ignorant of this political tactic know that this is one of the most effective methods of pushing conservative politics. The first thing you should do when someone says any variation of "think of the children” is question their motivation, because the vast majority of the time time it is pushing some right wing political goal.

People who say “adults should be mindful of kids in online spaces” without explicit clarification are either ignorant, careless, or manipulative.

The people who are careless or ignorant are usually relying on the Shirley Exception. That is to say, their internal thought process goes like this: “Oh, I mean we should take appropriate measures to protect children. Surely everyone will understand that I don’t mean to go *that* far. Surely they will know there are exceptions and appropriate lines. I don’t need to clarify because surely everyone will understand.”

And that is how we end up with critical race theory banned in public schools.

It is not so much that “adults should be mindful of kids in online spaces” is controversial, it is that the only way to stop this particular right wing tactic is to immediately shut down ANY use of “think of the children” without explicit clarification.

TL:DR Using any variation of “think of the children” without explicit clarification supports right wing political goals. This is true no matter what a person’s real intentions might have been when using “think of the children”.

This video is a perfect example of what I am talking about. It outlines how “Think about the children” style rhetoric is being used to discriminate against trans people, especially trans teenagers. Many, many people are supporting these bills almost entirely on the strength of the idea that they are meant to protect children because innocuous statements like “we need to protect children” or “we need to be mindful of kids” are like off switches for critical thinking. If you ignorantly parrot them then you are contributing to this bigotry - in the same way you are still contributing to racism if you say something racist out of non malicious ignorance - and people will rightly call you out on it.

This is a real problem and y’all need to get basic political awareness. This is politics 101 stuff, if you don’t know these basics you probably are not ready contribute to political discourse.

Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.

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Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.

(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)

Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.

All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.

I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.

Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.

And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.

Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.

I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.

Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.

No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a responsibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.

They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.

This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.

In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.

At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.

I think the least we can do is remember them for it.

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I can’t begin to describe how happy and flattered and a little teary I am that this just broke 100k.

I may be the actual only human being on Tumblr with a post this popular that I not only don’t regret making, but am actually HAPPY whenever I notice a surge in its circulation. 

I never intended this to gain any traction at all (you’ll notice there’s no sources or anything–this was a personal ramble, prompted in good humor by a friend after I jokingly said that I wished someone would give me an excuse to cry about Carpathia on Tumblr so I could get it out of my system.) I literally expected to get, like, maybe 20 likes and a reblog, from friends, indulging me in my nonsense.

It just….means a lot to me that it’s touched so many people. I see a lot of tags to the effect of “HOW DARE YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS AND MAKE ME CRY ABOUT A BOAT” that are often really funny, but overwhelmingly the tags on this post are from people saving it for a rainy day, or remarking in a sort of quiet awe that they never even really thought about her role in the story–and God knows I never did, I learned it by complete accident much as most of the people who’ve found this post. 

And so many of you guys are taking strength and reassurance from the reminder not only that people are capable of amazing things together, but simply that kindness matters and that a simple, tiny act of compassion is never wasted. I’m just really glad to have been able to do that for some folks.

If I can just add one personal note. I need to emphasize something I only touched on in the original post.

I need to emphasize that Carpathia failed.

A lot of the tags and comments have a tinge of…despair, or guilt, or wistfulness about things like this happening so rarely. Or inadequacy, or just being overwhelmed or unhappy about not being in a position to step up in a comparable way. And I want to gently bring up the fact that this is still the sinking of the Titanic

They did not get there in time. They did not save the ship. It can be argued that they may not even have saved a single life; we have no way of knowing. This was still a horrific maritime disaster mired in arrogance and incompetence and a lack of care.

If the response to this story shows anything, it shows this: It matters that they tried. 

Even though they got there too late, even though the ship still sank. It matters that they tried. The difference between making the best reasonable speed after confirming the seriousness of the situation, and the miracle they pulled off–it matters. It makes all the difference. Even if it made no difference at all. Not one of you read this and concluded that I was stupid for caring so much when the Titanic still sank and all those people still died.

You don’t have to fix the world. You’ll likely be cold and sick and miserable and testy and scared, and unprepared, and in over your head, and entirely too small to be of any real use. It feels stupid, passing out blankets and coffee in the middle of an ice field knowing what just happened. It’s hard to feel anything but useless when all you can do is tap a wireless transmitter and promise help that you know will come too late.

It matters that they fought for those people. It matters that they cared, and it matters that they tried. It matters that they didn’t stop. If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have read this far.

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly NOW. Love mercy NOW. Walk humbly NOW. You are not obligated to complete the work but neither are you free to abandon it.

The unspoken subtext of laxative commercials is all these strangers striding past your face announcing “I like to take big dumps”

If your picture is taken in your bedroom, and I see your bed, I think to myself “That’s where he jacks off”.

If there’s mess about the bed, I look for crumpled wads of kleenex, the discarded towel, and think to myself “That might be his shot”

I like being reassured I’m not the world’s only monster

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Master of Claude de France, Book of Flower Studies, ca. 1510–1515. The Cloisters Collection, metmuseum.org

“Many of these flowers had long-recognized practical uses in medicine or cooking. Here, though, the artist simply glories in their beauty. He paints their portrait, contriving to show them at once from the front, from the back, from the side, as they bud and bloom and as they fade into senescence.” 

I think about Galileo repeating Nicolaus Copernicus’s heliocentric ideas, with support of the astonishing observations he was making with his telescope, and the church coming down on him. When I think of social media being censored, and I know I’d agree about a lot of voices that shouldn’t be allowed to speak, I wonder if the rules I’d agree to would allow for ideas as radical, and accurate as Galileo’s to find voice. 

I can’t draw. Ill proportioned stick figures and I’m tapped out. I’m extremely jealous of those that can draw. I believe, though I’m sure it’s wrong, there is a communication between an imagined image and created image more direct than any other media. 

“Want to know what I’m thinking? I can’t tell you, but I can show you.” 

I can tell you. I can weave words, select vocabulary, sift adverbs and adjectives to glitter the facts I lay out; but it is a pale outline of evoked imaginations trusting a shared experience with mutual context. You might get the idea from words, but you know it when you see it.

I’ve learned to manipulate images and streams of images with chemicals and electronics. Alter pixels or pictures with powerful tools. But to crack my skull open and show you what only I see within my mind’s eye? I wish I could draw it for you.

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