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FIGURES OF LORE | death, various mythologies

The concept of death as a sentient entity has existed in many societies since the beginning of history. In English, Death is often given the name Grim Reaper and, from the 15th century onwards, came to be shown as a skeletal figure carrying a large scythe and clothed in a black cloak with a hood. It is also given the name of the Angel of Death (Malach HaMavet) or Devil of Death or the angel of dark and light stemming from the Bible and Talmudic lore. The Bible itself does not refer to “The Angel of Death”; there is, however, a reference to “Abaddon” (The Destroyer), an Angel who is known as the “The Angel of the Abyss”. In Talmudic lore, he is characterized as archangel Samael.

In some cases, the Grim Reaper can actually cause the victim’s death, leading to tales that he can be bribed, tricked, or outwitted in order to retain one’s life, such as in the case of Sisyphus. Other beliefs hold that the Spectre of Death is only a psychopomp, serving to sever the last ties between the soul and the body and to guide the deceased to the next world without having any control over the fact of the victim’s death. In many languages (including English), Death is personified in male form, while in others, it is perceived as a female character (for instance, in Slavic and Romance languages).

Every culture has their own depiction of Death, be it a personification or an entity — or even a god or goddess who represents as much. Such as the Keres (violent death) and Thanatos (death) in Greek lore. The Morrigan, in some texts, for Irish mythos. And so on.

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skeletal:

FIGURES OF LORE | death, various mythologies

The concept of death as a sentient entity has existed in many societies since the beginning of history. In English, Death is often given the name Grim Reaper and, from the 15th century onwards, came to be shown as a skeletal figure carrying a large scythe and clothed in a black cloak with a hood. It is also given the name of the Angel of Death (Malach HaMavet) or Devil of Death or the angel of dark and light stemming from the Bible and Talmudic lore. The Bible itself does not refer to “The Angel of Death”; there is, however, a reference to “Abaddon” (The Destroyer), an Angel who is known as the “The Angel of the Abyss”. In Talmudic lore, he is characterized as archangel Samael.
In some cases, the Grim Reaper can actually cause the victim’s death, leading to tales that he can be bribed, tricked, or outwitted in order to retain one’s life, such as in the case of Sisyphus. Other beliefs hold that the Spectre of Death is only a psychopomp, serving to sever the last ties between the soul and the body and to guide the deceased to the next world without having any control over the fact of the victim’s death. In many languages (including English), Death is personified in male form, while in others, it is perceived as a female character (for instance, in Slavic and Romance languages).
Every culture has their own depiction of Death, be it a personification or an entity — or even a god or goddess who represents as much. Such as the Keres (violent death) and Thanatos (death) in Greek lore. The Morrigan, in some texts, for Irish mythos. And so on.

what it feels like to be reduced to your race.

wellesleyriot:

a while ago, i was walking down the street and a white cis-woman called out, “ching chong.” for those of you who think that’s just a joke, let me explain.

i am part tibetan, part han chinese. i was born in kokomo, grew up in irvine, and spent the last eight years in shanghai. i really like cooking. my girlfriend (and anyone who knows me) will tell you that i really, really, really like pizza. i spent the summer taking care of my baby twin cousins in germany, because my aunt couldn’t do it by herself. when i was a kid, i made my parents promise to visit my bedroom every thirty minutes to make sure the monsters in the closet hadn’t swallowed me whole. they kept visiting my room until i was in high school. i broke my collar bone playing touch rugby. i am queer. when i was in the eighth grade i made the life-changing decision to get my hair chopped off into a frizzy flop. my friends called me pom pom for the next four years. i love my parents, even though they’re sometimes stubborn and always embarrassing.

when you call out, “ching chong,” you reduce me to the color of my skin. you take all of my experiences, hobbies, and idiosyncrasies, bundle them up, and slap a label on them. the label of chink, of foreigner, of other. you dehumanize me.

that’s not “just” a joke.

the dehumanization of people of color has screwed us all over. once you hear that joke a hundred times, you start to internalize it. little black, brown, and yellow kids all over the world are buying skin products that bleach their skin. kids are ashamed of speaking their native languages in public. kids are ashamed of their cultures, are willingly whitewashing themselves to fit in to a society that wants none of their color and culture. after you hear that joke a hundred times, you start to believe that people of color really are inferior, just because of their skin. that’s the reason why that “joke” isn’t funny at all. that’s the reason why, until 2013, slavery was still legal in mississippi. that’s the reason why people of color account for approximately 30% of the u.s. population, but are 60% of the imprisoned. that’s why black and latino new yorkers make up 90% of those stopped by “stop and frisks.” that’s why people of color still make less than white people for the same jobs and hours.


what part of that is funny?

PS if you are white and think that this relates to your experiences with reverse racism, you completely missed the point.

- S.

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