I'm a vindicative little bitch, truth be told

“Is it foolish to speak of little joys that occur in the middle of tragedy? It is our humanity. Whatever we have left of it. We must not deny it to ourselves.”

1. Members of Act Up (AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power) demonstrating during rush hour in Grand Central Terminal (Jan. 23, 1991) 2. At Coming Home Hospice in San Francisco, David Brewster, an AIDS patient, being attended to by his friend Michael Bolleri (Jan. 29, 1989) 3. Andrew Weisser, a volunteer cook, serving a meal at Our House, a Los Angeles facility that helped people with AIDS (Jan. 29, 1989) 4. Margie Wilson dancing to a music video with her foster children, who have AIDS (May 5, 1988) 5. Volunteers at the Names Project in San Francisco sewing quilt panels to memorialize those who have died of AIDS (Sept. 23, 1987) 6. Robert Sanford, having relearned to play the piano without the benefit of sight, at a recital at the Lighthouse, a New York association for the blind 7. Near the Ugandan town of Masaka, a 28-year-old Ugandan woman being comforted by Maureen Nakimera, a social worker from an AIDS support organization (Aug. 23, 1990)

“Gaza is not the most beautiful of cities. Her coast is not bluer than those of other Arab cities. Her oranges are not the best in the Mediterranean. Gaza is not the richest of cities. (Fish and oranges and sand and tents forsaken by the winds, smuggled goods and hands for hire.) And Gaza is not the most polished of cities, or the largest. But she is equivalent to the history of a nation, because she is the most repulsive among us in the eyes of the enemy – the poorest, the most desperate, and the most ferocious. Because she is a nightmare. Because she is oranges that explode, children without a childhood, aged men without an old age, and women without desire. Because she is all that, she is the most beautiful among us, the purest, the richest, and most worthy of love.”

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