Walter Rodney, born in Guyana on 22nd of march in 1942, Pan-African, Marxist intellectual who was assassinated by the Guyanese government in 1980 at 38 years old.
Rodney attended the University College of the West Indies in 1960 and was awarded a first class honors degree in History in 1963. He later earned a PhD in African History in 1966 at the School of Oriental and African Studies in London, England, at the age of 24.
Rodney traveled extensively and became well-known as an activist, scholar, and formidable orator. He taught at the University of Dar es Salaam in Tanzania from 1966-67 and 1969-1974, and in 1968 at his alma mater University of the West Indies.
On October 15th, 1968, the government of Jamaica declared Rodney a "persona non grata" and banned him from the country. Following his dismissal by the University of the West Indies, students and poor people in West Kingston protested, leading to the "Rodney Riots", which caused six deaths and millions of dollars in damages.
In 1972, Rodney published "How Europe Underdeveloped Africa". Historian Melissa Turner describes the work this way: "A brutal critique of long-standing and persistent exploitation of Africa by Western powers, How Europe Underdeveloped Africa remains a powerful, popular, and controversial work in which Rodney argued that the early period of African contact with Europe, including the slave trade, sowed the seeds for continued African economic underdevelopment and had dramatically negative social and political consequences as well. He argued that, while the roots of Africa’s ailments rested with intentional underdevelopment and exploitation under European capitalist and colonial systems, the only way for true liberation to take place was for Africans to become cognizant of their own complicity in this exploitation and to take back the power they gave up to the exploiters."
On June 13th, 1980, Rodney was killed in Georgetown, Guyana via a bomb given to him by Gregory Smith, a sergeant in the Guyana Defence Force, one month after returning Zimbabwe. In 2015, a "Commission of Inquiry" in Guyana that the country's then president, Linden Forbes Burnham, was complicit in his murder.
"If there is to be any proving of our humanity it must be through revolutionary means."
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I sometimes really hate grocery shopping with my dad. Venting... again. like always because that only what im good for and also being useless
cw: alcoholism, suicide, eating related stuff
Me and my dad went to get groceries today. Technically I had to push him to go because despite him saying yesterday we will go today, he didn't feel like going. And we needed to go because I'm not gonna fucking deal with rationing food again because he doesn't feel like going to the grocery store. I hate having like ration shit because oh no, he doesn't want to go to the store! fuck this reminded like years ago where there was hardly any food and my dad didn't want to go to the store, meanwhile he was getting takeout or going to his mom's to eat. and like I get he hates going to the store. I don't like going to, but it must be done? it's easier to just get it over with?also another reason I pushed him is because like. I had to wake up early or at least wake up with hardly fucking any sleep again. and I'm not gonna be able to do that tomorrow. like I'm very sleep deprived. and besides, kind of inconsiderate of him to be like "hey lets go to the store tomorrow. be up early!" and then tomorrow comes and then he like "nah! maybe we can go tomorrow?" and then I'm gonna have to fuck up my sleep again more and be even more sleep deprived.
Anyways along the way to the store, he just kept being mad about this one thing. Mainly something related to plumbing and the town/city. and like okay! I get it! but he kept just going on the same thing for like 30 minutes. and er. I get he mad and he has a right to, but like. I tried to steer the conversation away, and he just kept going back to it. I started to go quiet, he just kept talking about it. Doesn't help earlier he was on the phone talking to his friends about it. Just.. it's tiring. Anyways at the store, like. He got some stuff telling me how I had to cook it for him, without like even asking me if I was okay with that? Like okay?! He could've at least ask because if he asked, I probably wouldn't have mind. but instead, just assume I will because I cooked for him in the past.
oh this reminded me of something yesterday to. I was making some food, and my dad was about to take it from me without saying anything, because he just assumed I was making it for him. meanwhile, like I was very hungry yesterday. I only weigh like 92 pounds? and didn't really eat the day before? speaking of this, it really annoys me when my dad like "wow you can eat anything and still be skinny!" when like?!?! maybe I can eat anything because I'm HARDLY FUCKING EATING TO BEGIN WITH AT TIMES. and then sometimes he makes snide comments about when I do eat, how im eating too much.
also like he tried to randomly talk to some lady we both don't know, and I tried to get him to stop because she clearly wanted to be left alone. and it just fucking embarrassing. anyways, once were done. he started to get mad about the price of groceries. and like I know! I know! and
but that not the end. on the way home, he decided to stop by the bar that has a drive thru window to pick up alcohol. and like why. I hate that he did that. especially because like this bar that he went to? this bar is one my mom would go to after picking me up after school when I was young. she would then just go to the fucking drive thru to pick up alcohol. and I don't want to be reminded of that. especially now with my mom dead.
anyways. we get home. and I saw this really beautiful and big crow. and it would've been a positive moment, if it wasn't for my dad decided to tell me how much he hates crows and just like.
I'm honestly fucking tired and I wish I was dead. I hate being alive. Of course I'm also saying this because lack of sleep again. I hate this. Also like, this sleep deprivation is really hurting me because like. if I don't take a nap later on, im just going to be out of it completely again. and im tired of being out of it because like I want to do things like read or something else. instead of being in this like, blank state, or like a zombie, just like not there. and just. I hate being alive at times.
Hey I know this is just a vent post and all and wow all of that sucks. I'm so sorry.
One suggestion though. Other than stuff like Instacart, the grocery stores where I am have their own proprietary online curbside pickup thing and it's pretty affordable other than the fact that groceries in general are not affordable. It would be a much easier sell to say "hey drive me to the grocery store, it literally takes 5 minutes and we can go home right after."
edit: also if it's the only option, instacart with in-store pickup is cheaper than instacart with a delivery driver.
My dad rather difficult sometimes, but it couldn't hurt to try. I have done that instacart stuff, but with my mom. When I was unable to go to her place some days. She would call me and I'd place it online. Except it wasn't curbside, it was delivery because she was unable to go anywhere last year before passing away. Im not sure why im mentioning that, it just reminded me of my mom