This teacher should be rewarded not suspended.
If you made a donation to The International Anti-Fascist Defence Fund before February, then some of your money went directly to this teacher to help pay her rent & put food on the table while she fought her 20-day suspension.
We set up the Defence Fund to help anti-fascists and anti-racists whenever their stance against hate lands them in hot water. Maybe you should make a donation to the Defence Fund today to ensure it’s there to help the next time a teacher has to do the right thing.
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Donald Trump’s Fake Renoir: The Untold Story
This is really interesting, so Trump had this painting hanging in his private jet, where he was giving an interview. The reporter, recognizing the painting, asked Trump if it was an original Renoir, not because he didn’t know, but because he wanted to see if Trump would tell the truth.
Typically, Trump lied and said it was. The reporter than told him, no it’s not an original. Trump stuck to his lie, swearing it was. When the reporter told him that it was a copy of a very famous painting and the original was hanging in the Chicago Museum of Art, Trump stuck to his lie.
Even when presented with an easy to verify fact and a person who knows the truth, Trump continued to lie, to no end. They were the only people on the plane who were privy to the conversation, so Trump couldn’t exactly convince someone. The lie served no purpose, other than to boost Trump’s own ego (after all, had he just replied, “no it’s a copy, I just like the painting” no one would fault him for that), but Trump needed to be the guy who has a genuine Renoir in his private plane, even when he wasn’t.
And then, even after caught in the act, the very next day, Trump bragged to the same guy about the painting being real, with no prompting. They were on the plane again, and with no prompting, he pointed to the painting and said, to the guy who caught him lying about it just 24 hours earlier, “you see that? That’s a genuine Renoir”
For the record, here is the link to the picture at the Art Institute of Chicago. Interestingly, the Art Institute provides the provenance of the painting.
Ownership History
Sold by the artist to Durand-Ruel, Paris, July 7, 1881, for 1,500 francs. [1]
Sent by Durand-Ruel, Paris, to Durand-Ruel, New York, 1922. [2]
Sold by Durand-Ruel, New York, to Mrs. Lewis Larned (Annie Swan) Coburn, Chicago, Feb. 4, 1925, for $100,000. [3]
Bequeathed by Mrs. Lewis Larned (Annie Swan) Coburn (died 1932) to the Art Institute of Chicago, 1933.
The original painting by Renoir, Two Sisters (on the Terrace) is not, nor was it ever, the property of Donald Trump.
To quote the article:
While this story is comical and sad and utterly bizarre on so many levels, it’s also emblematic of Trump’s very essence. “He believes his own lies in a way that lasts for decades,” O’Brien told me. “He’ll tell the same stories time and time again, regardless of whether or not facts are right in front of his face.”
Also, to any men reading my posts who are horrified and want to know how they can help—offer to go with your female friends and relatives to appointments. Explain to them you’ve been reading about medical neglect towards women and let them know that if they ever want emotional support, you are there for them.
No, really, you have no idea how differently doctors react when there is a man in the room. Some female doctors will give ETD the side-eye and try to find ways to ask if I am okay (which, bless them) but once they are made aware that he is there at my request for emotional support, they are perfectly happy to have him there, and don’t talk to him unless I need them to.
Male doctors? Whole other ball game. They spot him sitting there and their whole demeanor shifts, and if they do talk over me to him, he quickly sets them right and doesn’t engage in their misogynistic comments, he just stares them down and steps in if he thinks I am being gaslighted, words and phrases like “is this the usual treatment for symptoms like this?” forces the doctor to explain usually what they’d do for him, at which point I am able to ask “so why am I not being sent for XYZ testing/why am I not being prescribed pain treatment?”
But also remember, you are there to be my ally, not to tell the doctor what you think is wrong with me, but to make them pay attention to me. Direct the conversation back to me, and if it’s not working, repeat exactly what I am saying and make them listen.
It’s entirely fucked up, but your mere presence could mean the difference between misdiagnosis and proper medical treatment.
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