I do not celebrate her birthday...

Evil Victoria, white master imperialist of her day. They named a whole putrid, stifled, sexually hypocritical/conflicted/suppressed way of being and dealing which still permeates the cultures of both the colonized and colonizer(s) to this day after. Her ancestors were brutal, thieving dominators. So are her descendants. They're also so obsessed with racial purity that they refuse to breed their well kept human cows/chattel too far outside their own gene pool. She was a hideous, glutted humaaan from a line of hideous, glutted humaaans feeding off the pain, deprivation, fear, confusion, need of people who were/are no less than they. The lies and silences kept in place by that family down through time are reason enough for me to think of her family as cause for mourning and rage not celebration and loving remembrance.

...but the kiddies will no doubt enjoy the fireworks. i think i'll revision them as a celebration of all the peoples around the planet who have someone managed to survive the horrible agendas of her and her family before and since.





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