Cate Young

@ninjacate.blacksky.app

writer, film + culture critic, producer, full-time bisexual ✨ I used to write about movies. now I make podcasts and write about movies.

Liz Soto and Savanna Batten are 2 of those sentenced to 50 years in prison for Prairieland. I visited them in a north Texas jail—11 months into their incarceration over a July 4 noise demo—to meet the Trump admin’s “Antifa terrorists”. from behind glass, Soto said, “They didn’t like my book club.”

‘This is injustice’: how leftist zines were used to sentence anti-ICE protesters to decades in prison

Advocates sound alarm after zines were used as evidence to convict protesters of terrorism charges tied to 2025 protest at Texas ICE facility

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NEW — Belfast-based writer @hleehurley.com talks about the racist pogroms that have terrorized his city, how existing tensions in Northern Ireland (and *not* Elon Musk) primed local factions to turn violent, and how Minnesota’s response to ICE inspired their community to care for one another:

Elon Musk alone isn’t responsible for Belfast's racist pogrom

The violent response to an attempted murder would have happened regardless of Musk, Lee Hurley writes.

thehandbasket.co

Obviously, this is great to see, but it isn’t a surprise. The fascists were able to go on their racist rampage not because their community broadly wanted it, but because a small minority called “police” allowed it.

Ireland against Fascism@irlagainstfascism.bsky.social · 2mo ago

These are the real people of Belfast. Thousands of anti-fascists rally against the far-right at Belfast City Hall today. They sent a clear message that racism is not wanted in their city. Things you love to see ✊❤

We have no money. You know this. Why do you keep asking why we’re not doing things we used to do? It’s because we have no money. We. Have. No. Money. We have no money. There is no money left. It’s all gone. None of us have it. No money. Nope. Money gone. We don’t have it. No.

NPR@npr.org · 2mo ago

Are smartphones causing people to have fewer children? A provocative new working paper explores the persistent drop in birth rates since the iPhone was introduced nearly two decades ago.

“You don’t even have to be interviewed by a real journalist anymore. If you want to be on the cover of Vogue, chances are, if you’re a big enough star, they’ll let a friend interview you or they’ll let you write an essay yourself.” - @mattbelloni.bsky.social www.cjr.org/feature/how-...

How does access work now?

Journalists, podcasters, and news influencers on the erosion of access—what it’s worth, and what it isn’t.

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It makes me feel ashamed of my emotional immaturity sometimes, this failure to accept the fact of her absence. Death is the great, looming fact, wholly indifferent to our objections. The men who seek to overcome it are fish-faced zillionaire oligarchs who think mortality is for the little people.

There’s no wrong way to grieve. Over and over, they tell us this. It’s true, I guess, in the sense that no central grief regulatory body is going to sanction me for how I’m going about it. No poster will go up bearing my face and the words “DO NOT ALLOW THIS MAN TO GRIEVE.” (Where would they even put it?) But in another sense, there’s no right way to grieve, if we understand grief as a primal scream to the heavens of “Where did you go? Why aren’t you here?” There isn’t a way to scream that so loudly it will result in a reply, and it’s so hard to grapple with that ice-cold fact and not wonder on some level what the point of any of it is.

It makes me feel ashamed of my emotional immaturity sometimes, this failure to accept the fact of her absence. Death is the great, looming fact, wholly indifferent to our objections. The men who seek to overcome it are embarrassing freaks, fish-faced zillionaire oligarchs who think mortality is for the little people. Is there any way to cry skyward that I want my friend back without throwing in my lot with their worldview? Are these questions without answers all just part of the bargaining stage? Because if I’m still there a decade in, the depression stage is going to be a mother.

I was driving through a neighborhood and saw a sign that said “caution: children” but it was too late, I was swarmed by a pack of feral kids and I could hear their tiny little hands pulling the metal off the car piece by piece as they giggled