I dont even know. I understand the criticism of adrian zenz but I dont f*** with them using qiao collective as a source
mods are a joke
I dont even know. I understand the criticism of adrian zenz but I dont f*** with them using qiao collective as a source
It's not even the lock I'm pissed about, it's the NO REAL SOURCE label
It's not even the lock I'm pissed about, it's the NO REAL SOURCE label
16 minutes worth of sources directly from chinese social media
Put the english subtitles on
16 minutes worth of sources directly from chinese social media
Put the english subtitles on
Doing God's work
Doing God's work
Watch them justify mass incarceration and forced labor now
And they’ll make it a west vs china thing when american companies and israeli security startups are in on it
Watch them justify mass incarceration and forced labor now
And they’ll make it a west vs china thing when american companies and israeli security startups are in on it
Yes
I hope the president takes these issues seriously and prevents this blight on history being an american thing too
are American media outlets covering this?
are American media outlets covering this?
they do to to an extent but coverage is lacking around the world
contrary to what most would say, criticism of china seldom focuses on this critical issue but rather on Trumpian points.
theguardian.com/world/2021/jan/12/uighur-xinjiang-re-education-camp-china-gulbahar-haitiwaji
"Right! Left! At ease!” There were 40 of us in the room, all women, wearing blue pyjamas. It was a nondescript rectangular classroom. A big metal shutter, perforated with tiny holes that let the light in, hid the outside world from us. Eleven hours a day, the world was reduced to this room. Our slippers squeaked on linoleum. Two Han soldiers relentlessly kept time as we marched up and down the room. This was called “physical education”. In reality, it was tantamount to military training.
Our exhausted bodies moved through the space in unison, back and forth, side to side, corner to corner. When the soldier bellowed “At ease!” in Mandarin, our regiment of prisoners froze. He ordered us to remain still. This could last half an hour, or just as often a whole hour, or even more. When it did, our legs began to prickle all over with pins and needles. Our bodies, still warm and restless, struggled not to sway in the moist heat. We could smell our own foul breath. We were panting like cattle. Sometimes, one or another of us would faint. If she didn’t come round, a guard would yank her to her feet and slap her awake. If she collapsed again, he would drag her out of the room, and we’d never see her again. Ever. At first, this shocked me, but now I was used to it. You can get used to anything, even horror.
It was now June 2017, and I’d been here for three days. After almost five months in the Karamay police cells, between interrogations and random acts of cruelty – at one stage I was chained to my bed for 20 days as punishment, though I never knew what for – I was told I would be going to “school”. I had never heard of these mysterious schools, or the courses they offered. The government has built them to “correct” Uighurs, I was told. The women who shared my cell said it would be like a normal school, with Han teachers. She said that once we had passed, the students would be free to go home.
This “school” was in Baijiantan, a district on the outskirts of Karamay. After leaving the police cells, that was all the information I’d managed to glean, from a sign stuck in a dried ditch where a few empty plastic bags were drifting about. Apparently, the training was to last a fortnight. After that, the classes on theory would begin. I didn’t know how I was going to hold out. How had I not broken down already? Baijiantan was a no man’s land from which three buildings rose, each the size of a small airport. Beyond the barbed-wire fence, there was nothing but desert as far as the eye could see."
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2021/jan/12/uighur-xinjiang-re-education-camp-china-gulbahar-haitiwaji
"Right! Left! At ease!” There were 40 of us in the room, all women, wearing blue pyjamas. It was a nondescript rectangular classroom. A big metal shutter, perforated with tiny holes that let the light in, hid the outside world from us. Eleven hours a day, the world was reduced to this room. Our slippers squeaked on linoleum. Two Han soldiers relentlessly kept time as we marched up and down the room. This was called “physical education”. In reality, it was tantamount to military training.
Our exhausted bodies moved through the space in unison, back and forth, side to side, corner to corner. When the soldier bellowed “At ease!” in Mandarin, our regiment of prisoners froze. He ordered us to remain still. This could last half an hour, or just as often a whole hour, or even more. When it did, our legs began to prickle all over with pins and needles. Our bodies, still warm and restless, struggled not to sway in the moist heat. We could smell our own foul breath. We were panting like cattle. Sometimes, one or another of us would faint. If she didn’t come round, a guard would yank her to her feet and slap her awake. If she collapsed again, he would drag her out of the room, and we’d never see her again. Ever. At first, this shocked me, but now I was used to it. You can get used to anything, even horror.
It was now June 2017, and I’d been here for three days. After almost five months in the Karamay police cells, between interrogations and random acts of cruelty – at one stage I was chained to my bed for 20 days as punishment, though I never knew what for – I was told I would be going to “school”. I had never heard of these mysterious schools, or the courses they offered. The government has built them to “correct” Uighurs, I was told. The women who shared my cell said it would be like a normal school, with Han teachers. She said that once we had passed, the students would be free to go home.
This “school” was in Baijiantan, a district on the outskirts of Karamay. After leaving the police cells, that was all the information I’d managed to glean, from a sign stuck in a dried ditch where a few empty plastic bags were drifting about. Apparently, the training was to last a fortnight. After that, the classes on theory would begin. I didn’t know how I was going to hold out. How had I not broken down already? Baijiantan was a no man’s land from which three buildings rose, each the size of a small airport. Beyond the barbed-wire fence, there was nothing but desert as far as the eye could see."
just read this article, it is bone chilling
i dont understand denial of this genocide, it isnt even implausible that people will abuse their power. if in a developed democracy with mass communication, police and prison guards are known to be brutal and often exercise prejudice, is it really that unlikely that a large non-democracy with controls on info will take it to the next level?
16 minutes worth of sources directly from chinese social media
Put the english subtitles on
bout to watch this today at some point
quote me in a few hours if i aint come back ITT yet
The US has banned all cotton imports from Xinjiang
This doesnt sound that deep, but Xinjiang accounts for 20% of global cotton production
If you actually believe western governments care about the uiyghurs and that's why they banned the import of goods I don't know what to tell you.
The US has banned all cotton imports from Xinjiang
This doesnt sound that deep, but Xinjiang accounts for 20% of global cotton production
How much does it account for United States imports?
If you actually believe western governments care about the uiyghurs and that's why they banned the import of goods I don't know what to tell you.
I know pragmatically they care little, but bad intentions can still have outcomes that mean less slave farmed cotton entering our countries
So yes it was good
How much does it account for United States imports?
I'm not sure but I'm guessing a decent amount
i dont understand denial of this genocide, it isnt even implausible that people will abuse their power. if in a developed democracy with mass communication, police and prison guards are known to be brutal and often exercise prejudice, is it really that unlikely that a large non-democracy with controls on info will take it to the next level?
Even if they dispute the genocide the surveillance technology being used in the XUAR and the grid style management that is being perfected can be exported to other parts of the region. Julia Famularo has written extensively about this, really recommend her work if you have access to journals through Uni. It’s sinister.