A black Yale graduate student took a nap in her dorm's common room. So a white student called police

After reading the article, I think this may be a race-baiting setup.

From the above article:

I think she was trying to get revenge for her friend.

My question is why didn't these folks know each other? Shouldn't you recognize by sight most of the folks in your dorm?

 

How do you feel about the white farmers being Killed in South Africa?

 

I don't want to see anyone being killed, next question.

 

The Cheesecake Factor says the media is blowing reports of their employees behaving like a lynch mob and calling a black man "n***er" out of proportion.

 

This is classic victim blaming

 

Answer the question... didn’t ask you what you don’t like.

 

Just asking

 

21st CENTURY RELATIONSHIPS: 10 Reasons My Cat Deserves To Win The Intersectional Victim Olympics.

 

Uh what part of nobody should be killing anybody don't you understand.

 

There's a time to kill, a time to heal. Sometimes killing another human being is the maximum and the summary of goodness.

 

If only you cared as much about people who are victims of sexism and racism as much as you do about your cat, the country would be better

 

Not what I asked you,,, answer the question

 

The Case For Moe’s Victimhood
My cat is a feline of color (FOC). Moe is approximately half white and half orange. Under current ethnic diversity guidelines, if there is any amount of color in a cat’s fur, s/he/ze is an FOC, and as such, can claim victim status and demand that other cats— such as those snotty Ragdolls and Angoras— check their white privilege. This is one of the few advantages afforded to Moe under intersectionality, yet without the company of other cats, it cannot be exercised.

My cat lives in a food desert. Moe is limited to canned food, kibble, fattening kitty snacks, and an occasional small bowl of milk or table scraps. He has no leafy greens, kale, root vegetables, fresh fruit, kale, gluten-free alternatives, kale, or farm-to-table choices.



He also does not have access to trendy culinary choices such as zoodles, pork cheeks, kale, paleo desserts, poke bowls, culturally appropriated street food, or kale dribbled with condiments passed off as small-plate delicacies at offensive prices.

My cat is differently abled. Moe was born without opposable thumbs. This means that simple things that we “ableist” individuals snootily take for granted, such as opening food cans, scooping kibble into bowls, shoving away a plate of kale in disgust, or pouring “an occasional small bowl of milk” from unwieldy gallon jugs (is “jugs” sexist?) must be done by caregivers who sleep late and are often absent for long periods of time, particularly during weekdays, during which Moe’s needs are significantly neglected and he has no method of communicating those needs.

Occasionally, his caregivers will be absent for weeks at a time, when he is left in the care of untrained substitutes who are more interested in munching kale and watching Netflix women-in-jeopardy offerings than attending to their assigned duties.

My cat is a victim of neglect. At no time during his life (if you can call it that) under the current circumstances has he been allowed access to bath or shower facilities, except to sniff around after someone else has used them. As noted above, he does not have the ability to manipulate faucet knobs (is “knobs” sexist?) anyway, so in this respect he is on his own.

He has resorted to grooming himself by licking his fur and doing his business in a box full of sand. Again, due to the lack of thumbs, he cannot even keep this box clean, and must hope that his caregivers are paying proper attention.

My cat is gender non-binary. Moe possesses only half of the genitalia of a normal cat. Oppressor veterinarians in the employ of our county government practiced Feline Genital Mutilation (FGM) on him without his consent. This might be the cause of his sorrowful howling at various times of the day as he ponders how rich his life might have been, and may explain his strange attraction to birds, squirrels, and insects instead of members of his own species.

My cat is held prisoner without due process. Moe cannot leave the compound for any reason, despite constant mewling attempts to claim his innocence. He has not even been informed of the charges against him. This type of ruthless imprisonment was first revealed in a shocking exposé by the noted documentarian Ze Frank, which you may watch here. Caution: this video contains disturbing content. Viewer discretion is advised.

My cat is a torture victim. Occasionally, Moe is stuffed into a small cage and taken to a torture chamber where people dressed in white coats poke and prod him, inject him with poisonous substances, shove objects down his throat and up his nether regions (what he has left, anyway), then cram him back into the cage, where he is returned to the compound while his oppressors act as if nothing has happened.

http://thefederalist.com/2018/05/16/10-reasons-cat-deserves-win-intersectional-victim-olympics/

You dismiss him because of your heartless privilege!