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CRINGE RANT:
It's pretty wild watching these types of artists suddenly discover IP rights the second Trump's Department of Education runs someone's Avatar fanart through AI for a meme.
I personally make art, memes, and content that gets spread across the internet, and all I have to say is: welcome to the damn Internet, is this your first day?
My work gets stolen, altered, and used constantly. Sometimes I get credit, sometimes I don't. Sometimes people don't even believe that I drew something myself, especially if it goes viral. (I'll answer questions on that privately) Sometimes I don't watermark my shit, AI or not, and I don't have anyone to blame but myself. That's how this place has always worked. AI didn't invent it.
What makes the outrage especially ridiculous: this is Avatar fanart. These aren't characters or stories the artist created. They're derivative work based on someone else's IP. People have been tracing frames, copying compositions, and drawing other people's characters for decades. That's what fanart is. The moment an AI does the same thing under an administration they hate, suddenly it's "theft" and the artists are the victims.
You don't own Aang because you drew Aang. The original IP still belongs to the rights holders. You might have copyright in your specific expression if it meets the bar, and fair use can apply to your fanart just like it can apply to someone else using or transforming it. If they took your exact copyrighted file and altered it, use the law. Show the proof. But don't pretend that AI-generating fanart of a fictional character is some unique crime against you. Especially when anyone can do Zuko and Aang doing the Dragon Dance surrounded by orange smoke.
The selective outrage is telling. I strongly doubt this level of reaction would exist if an administration they liked had done it. More likely we'd get "OMG the White House used my art!! Senpai noticed me!!"
And the she/her in the bio makes the script pretty predictable. Pronouns in bio, principles out the window the second politics is involved.
If you think your specific work was copied, prove it. From what I can tell, there is not even watermark the supposed original so who is to say. Maybe I am just blind. But if you just hate that the Trump administration made some Avatar content with AI, say that instead of pretending this is about artists' rights. The internet has been using your favorite fictional characters for years; it has been copying fanart and will keep doing it. Drawing them doesn't give you veto power over everyone else.
Eliza Silvermantle retweeted
There are many things I find maddeningly stupid about the discourse surrounding Nazis vs. Communists is the ways in which almost everyone simply ignores what the Communists actually did while pretending they're radically different ideologies.
For instance, there's this myth that Nazis were nationalists and imperialists who tried to take over Europe to expand Germany while the communists don't do things like that. Meanwhile, Stalin expanded Russia by forcibly annexing 14 neighboring countries and the Soviet military occupied ~10 more in Europe and Asia for varying lengths of time.
"Fatherland" and "Motherland" are the same thing.
"National Socialism" and "International Socialism" are the same in practice as well.
You can go down the list and almost every single thing you can think of that people claim was a substantial differentiator simply isn't.
Yesterday, on one of my posts where I was inundated with communist losers, I had to explain for the millionth time that the Nazis were -- in fact -- socialists.
When you say that to communists, and frankly to most people, they get confused and/or get very mad at you for saying this, but there's simply no sane universe where you can argue that this wasn't the case and it becomes wildly apparent when you spend time actually reading primary sources.
Some of the objections I got were like "Well why did Hitler bust the labor unions?" and "Why did he privatize everything?"
To the first question, the answer is: Because he explicitly wanted to roll all unionized labor organizing into a single entity (the German Labor Front) which was controlled by the Nazi Party. He said he wanted to do this in Mein Kampf and then did do it once he was in power. His argument was that the state should be built around protecting the German worker, so there was no need for separate unions outside the party.
But what I didn't say yesterday was that Stalin did exactly the same thing in the USSR. His tactic was slightly different, in that he allowed the continuation of existing labor unions... but in practice all of the unions that were allowed had to be subservient to the Communist Party.
Quoting Stalin:
“Formally, the Party cannot give instructions to the trade unions, but the Party gives instructions to the Communists who work in the trade unions.”
Of course, you might claim that the Nazi's GLF union wasn't a real labor union because it didn't actually improve the conditions of the German worker and the state simply dictated all the wages, work hours, prices, etc., but.......... guess what.... Same thing happened in the USSR where purchasing power dropped massively over Stalin's rule and wages did not go up to compensate, workers ended up being forced into a 6+ day work week, all wages, prices, and even job opportunities themselves were controlled by the state.
Anybody who tried to unionize or go on strike against the wishes of the Communist Party would find themselves in the Gulag.
The same issue applies to "privatization". Hitler NATIONALIZED what would probably be billions or maybe trillions of modern dollars worth of land and capital. He took entire businesses from his political enemies, from Jewish owners, from Jewish sympathizers, from wealthy land owners who -- according to the Nazis -- weren't using it for the benefit of "the people" (read: the state/Nazi Party).
And while Stalin handed key state appointments to his friends and political allies where they got control and cash rights over entire industries while the "companies" they got to manage were still legally owned by the state, Hitler, Mussolini, and the fascists did the same thing in a slightly different way. On paper, one of Hitler's cronies might be given a "private business" by the Nazi Party, but they were only allowed to do what the Party demanded of them and if the Nazis felt that the owner wasn't being obedient enough, they'd send that guy to jail and put someone else in his place.
These are just two flavors of the same authoritarian shit sandwich, and almost nothing about their ideological missions were substantially different, no matter what insane whitewashing you'll find online or even in most history books.
On a related note, this is a real political cartoon from 1947.
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"Serpensortia!"
Nothing happened. The wand movements had been correct this time, but Draconia's intonation, slightly off. Lucius gently corrected his daughter.
"'Sor-sha'. You do not pronounce the T."
"Serpensortia!"
Again, nothing.
"Hold still."
Lucius knelt down, correcting Draconia's posture slightly.
"Again."
"Serpensortia!"
A tiny garter snake burst from Draconia's wand and slithered away across the grass as she tried and failed to establish command over it. Lucius patted her shoulder proudly and smiled.
"Progress. Very good, my little viper!"
Lucius stood and stepped back, letting her practice and occasionally vanishing the excess of snakes that appeared when they started getting everywhere or she accidentally conjured something venomous. It was a spell that any Slytherin should know, and Lucius had been appalled to find it no longer on the second year transfiguration curriculum. Narcissa shot her husband a dirty look and he motioned for Draconia to put her wand away and come join them for lunch. They had been practicing while Dobby set up their meal in the bucolic pavilion Narcissa had conjured. Lucius admired her beautiful work and gave his wife a loving kiss. Draconia's eyes practically sparkled as she saw all the sweets Dobby had laid out...against instructions. Lucius would have to discipline the elf later, but didn't have the heart to ruin his daughter's fun as she dug in. The Malfoy patriarch slipped his wand back into his cane and put an arm around Narcissa, who gave him a playfully scolding look.
"You know she's going to be a terror at school with that."
"As, I recall, were you."
"That's funny, coming from the prefect who docked me ten points for it."
"And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, my love."
Lucius had at least halfheartedly tried to keep the promise he'd made Narcissa to give Draconia an afternoon in the country to just play and be a normal girl, but the dueling lessons had been her idea and who was he to say no to a responsible daughter who found productive activities more enjoyable than frivolous ones? Narcissa had finally rolled her eyes and relented. Still, this was good for the girl, to run around a bit, no servants, at least not within sight, no one to perform the role of a tiny aristocrat for, free to scrape her knees and get grass stains on her dress. She'd be returning to Hogwarts for second year in a month, and he'd spent far too much of the summer fighting that blood-traitor, Arthur Weasley, and his blasted Muggle Protection Act, rather than with her.
Lucius sat to have lunch with his family. A ploughman's, with gull eggs, his favorite. He had servants to refresh the Immobulus charms preserving them hourly so he could have the delicacy all year. Lucius listened with great interest to Draconia's Hogwarts stories, and gave advice he knew he should not have on how to undermine and sabotage her little rivals. Narcissa suppressed a laugh.
"Lucius, dear, you need the votes of some of the men whose children you're teaching her to bedevil."
Lucius gave Draconia a conspiratorial wink.
"You won't tell anyone it came from me, will you?"
"Never, Papa!"
"You see? What Cyrus Greengrass doesn't know won't hurt us."
As soon as lunch was finished, Draconia ran back out into the grass.
"Papa! Papa! I wanna see YOU cast it this time! I bet you can conjure the biggest snake in the whole world!"
"Well, not the biggest in the whole world, but if you insist. That'll be enough magic for today then, though."
"Fine..."
Lucius pulled out his wand with a dramatic flourish, visualizing a vast constrictor in his mind's eye, and prepared to put on a good show for Draconia when he heard a thud, then another. A moment later Narcissa heard them too, giving him a concerned look, reaching for her own wand in the folds of her dress. Draconia sensed her parents' anxiety, running back to her mother.
"Mama, what's wrong?"
What was wrong presented itself before Narcissa could explain. Giants. A whole gang of them, emerging from the trees. Lucius considered, for a moment, grabbing his family and disapparating. But Draconia had never done it before, going side-along could splinch her. Lucius and Narcissa looked to each other. They both knew what this meant. Had it just been them, they would have fought together, her the shield and he the sword as they always had. But they could not do that and guard Draconia. Narcissa gripped her husband's wrist tightly.
"Win, my love."
Lucius nodded and Narcissa took Draconia, raised her wand, and cast the kind of Protego Maxima only a mother's love could provide. Lucius turned to the approaching giants. He could smell them from here and wished he could not. They were foul things, physically resilient, magically resistant, known wizard-killers. And there were five of them.
"If you are here, I assume this to mean my guards are dead."
The largest giant...because of course such crude creatures would choose a leader only by brute force...nodded.
"If you tell me who sent you, I will permit you to leave without reprisal. This is meant to be a relaxing day for my daughter, I would rather she not witness five deaths."
"She'll see yours. And the mum's. Be the last thing she sees."
There was no point in a conversation with such a creature. A gouging charm, before it could even see Lucius move, put its left eye out and he disapparated in an instant before the boulder its companion threw when it saw him attack could strike. Lucius reappeared in the blind spot he had created. Severing charm to its left Achilles, the brute fell to a knee. For once the correct way for it to behave in front of a wizard of station. But he didn't have time to finish it off, he heard one of its compatriots' club bounce off Narcissa's shield and lashed his wand towards the other giant like a whip, lightning striking it and leaving jagged, smoking marks across its flesh. Lucius disapparated again, appearing and reappearing erratically as if moving at incredible speed to throw off the aim of the others as he closed on the brute that had just attacked his family. He got it to chase him. Good. He let it catch up, bring down that hideously telegraphed club, and raised his wand at the last second, parrying with a Protego Duo. The club rebounded, striking its owner in the face and leaving it open. Lucius severed both of its patellar tendons with a single Diffindo, disapparated out of the path of its falling, screaming body, and reappeared next to its head, placing his wand to its temple and finishing it off with a gouging charm. One down.
Who had sent these things? Arthur Weasley did not have the stomach. Lucius might have respected him more if he did. Some mudblood radical perhaps? An uprising of lesser beings against their betters? Lucius' lapse in focus nearly cost him. He disapparated out of the way of an enormous wooden javelin, likely the better part of a small tree, an instant too late. When he reappeared the sleeve of his robe was torn and there was a trail of blood down his left arm. Draconia screamed and Narcissa hugged her tightly and tried to cover her eyes. He was not going to be wielding the rest of his cane with that arm, so he Depulsoed it towards the nearest giant, driving the tip well over a foot into its chest, but that didn't stop it, a punch from the beast putting a hole into the earth as Lucius sidestepped and relieved it of its biceps tendon with a severing charm. He remained close to its body, inside its guard, allowing one of its companions to draw close and take a swing of its club, disapparating a moment before it struck so that it hit its hapless compatriot, buying him a moment's breathing room to even the odds a bit. Draconia was going to get to see his Serpensortia after all. He swirled his wand around himself, a colossal silvery viper with burning green eyes emerging into being.
As two of the giants foolishly yelled at each other over the friendly fire, Lucius' serpent, fangs dripping with deadly venom, struck like lightning at one of the others while Lucius himself struck with actual lightning at the other, whipping his wand over and over until the beast howled on its knees under a continuing stream of arcing thunderbolts. But he did not have time for slow torture, its compatriot had managed to lodge his snake's fangs in its wooden club, leaving the noble creature lashing on the ground trying to free itself as the club's owner dove at Lucius, trying to grab him or, failing that, squash him under its weight. He disapparated again, appearing on its back as it skidded across the ground, pointed his wand at the base of its skull, and with another Defodio, that was two down.
"AAAHH!!!"
Lucius turned in an instant when he heard his wife scream. Narcissa was beginning to sweat as another powerful blow landed on her shield and a crack formed across its surface. Clearly the other two giants had ceased bickering. Quickly, Lucius vanished the club his serpent's fangs were embedded in and, with a swish of his wand, launched it into the air at one of the offending brutes like a living missile, apparating in front of the other to take its next blow on his own Protego Duo. Unfortunately, it proved better coordinated than its fellow had been, stepping backwards to avoid its club rebounding against it and swinging again. Lucius met the blow with a powerful severing charm, spell and cudgel deflecting off one another, then once more against its next swing, fencing with the creature.
Meanwhile, the other giant wrestled the enormous serpent whose fangs were trying to impale it. It staggered back, one of its feet brushing up against Narcissa's shield, and Draconia made her father prouder than she knew.
"Serpensortia!"
A small but lethal cobra burst from her wand and bit the beast's foot. It yowled like a wounded animal and the distraction proved decisive, Lucius' own far larger snake burying its deadly fangs in the giant's throat. The thrashing giant's death grip broke the snake's back, but it had done its job.
A thrown rock nearly ended Lucius' life on the spot, his shield charm raising an instant too late to fully block it, and the pure-blood lord was sent sprawling, one of the remaining giants charging at him as his vision blurred and his head swam, while the one he had been dueling returned its attention to Narcissa and pounding on her shield. Lucius reached for his wand, which had clattered out of his grip, knowing he had seconds before the pursuer was on top of him. Were his head clear, this would be trivial for a wizard of his skill, but in his current condition it took all the force of his will to summon it back to his hand, raising it and spraying lightning at the giant, powerful forks of electricity lashing in all directions, all over its body. In that moment, Lucius was no lordly wizard whipping his lesser, just a desperate, wounded man on his back, trying to survive the next five seconds. But desperate, wounded men were the most dangerous men. The brute's organs cooked. Its eyes burst. And Lucius disapparated as it collapsed dead with a thunderous crash, right on top of where he'd just been.
When he reappeared, he was staggering, trying to keep his legs under him both figuratively and literally. About a foot of his white mane had splinched. One of his boots was gone. And the last giant...he heard Narcissa's shield shatter like glass before he saw it. The giant raised its club again. Draconia screamed and buried her face into her mother. In that second, Lucius had a dozen options. Only one guaranteed for certain his family's survival. Which meant he had one option.
"Avada Kedavra!"
There was a venomous flash of green light. The giant's club fell from its hands. It collapsed in a heap like a puppet whose strings had been cut without warning. Lucius ran to his family, even though something in his leg felt broken. He quickly, frantically, checked Draconia for injuries, and then Narcissa.
"Are you alright?! Are you alright?!"
Draconia was crying, but nodded. Narcissa just wrapped her arms around his neck and cradled her husband's head against her reassuringly.
"Thank you, Lucius. Superbly done. See to the giant. The body's evidence."
She had presence of mind when he did not. Lucius had only moments to act, the body changed rapidly after the heart stopped. He swung his wand as hard as he could. A mighty severing charm took the final giant's head off as Narcissa covered Draconia's eyes, concealing the manner of its death. Narcissa quickly pointed her own wand at her husband's.
"Deletrius Maxima."
She erased the records of his wand's recent spells cast, so that Prior Incantato could not recover traces of them. A giant was not technically a fellow human being. Neither Lucius nor Narcissa wanted him to have to make that argument before a Ministry tribunal. Lucius knelt down, taking Draconia by her shoulders and looking her in the eye severely.
"Those words you just heard me use. You must never utter them. Never! Least of all with a wand in your hand! Do you understand me?!"
Draconia looked at him, wide-eyed, as if afraid she'd done something, and he was cross with her. But she nodded quickly, and Lucius pulled her into a tight hug, then put his other arm around Narcissa, and held his loved ones close.
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The Ministry had conducted their investigation. An Auror had raised questions about gaps in the memory of Lucius' wand. The Malfoy family's many terrifyingly skilled solicitors had reminded them that Lucius was the victim, not the suspect, and that such a gap could easily be explained by damage to a wand during a battle. The matter had been dropped.
Lucius, meanwhile, had conducted his own investigation, and it had proven far more fruitful. Once the giants' tribe had been identified, their Gurg had proven more forthcoming with information than they had been, at least once subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.
A masked dark wizard in black robes had hired them. That could mean almost anything to most wizards, but Lucius knew exactly what it meant. The Dark Lord was dead, had been dead over a decade, yet still his past haunted him. As a young man, it had been so much easier to justify to himself getting into bed with revolutionaries. His belief in their cause had not changed over the years, but he had a family to think about now. And some of his former co-conspirators were still out there. At least one had just sent him a message. As Lucius Malfoy stormed into his office, opened the safe hidden behind one of his paintings, and rooted through its contents, pulling out a dog-eared old diary and throwing it onto his desk, he knew exactly how to send a message back. Two messages at once, in fact, to two different men who'd dared cross him.
#Malfoid
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TO THE HONOURABLE WIZENGAMOT
A Petition and Resolution Concerning the Abolition of Dementor Custody, the Sanctity of the Immortal Soul, and the Reform of Criminal Punishment
Submitted by Eliza Silvermantle
Anno Domini 1998
To the Honourable Chief Warlock and assembled members of the Wizengamot,
I write in the aftermath of a war which has visited upon our people death, misery, betrayal, and injustices beyond reasonable reckoning.
We have witnessed the consequences of placing authority in the hands of those who possess neither conscience nor regard for the dignity of reasoning beings. We have seen the law perverted to serve tyranny, the innocent condemned for the circumstances of their birth, and the guilty permitted to prosper beneath the protection of corrupted institutions.
It is therefore incumbent upon us, as we undertake the restoration of lawful government, to examine not merely those abuses introduced by the late Lord Voldemort and his adherents, but also those practices which long preceded his ascendancy and which our own institutions have tolerated for generations.
Foremost among these is the employment of Dementors in the custody and punishment of those convicted under wizarding law.
I submit that their continued toleration is indefensible, whether upon grounds of morality, justice, prudence, or public safety.
To that end, I place before this honourable body the following resolution.
I. Concerning the Nature and Condemnation of Dementors
WHEREAS, Dementors exist for the sole purpose of depriving the hearts of reasoning beings of hope, joy, love, and happiness;
WHEREAS, Dementors make no distinction between the innocent and the condemned by any reason but orders backed with force;
WHEREAS, Dementors steal and devour the immortal soul in gross affront of Almighty God;
WHEREAS, no temporal sovereign, court, magistrate, or government possesses rightful authority to dispose of that which it did not create, nor to surrender the immortal soul of any reasoning being to the appetite of a creature of darkness;
WHEREAS, the deliberate infliction of despair, madness, and spiritual desolation constitutes cruelty rather than justice, irrespective of the crimes for which a person stands condemned;
WHEREAS, the Dementors, having been entrusted by the Ministry of Magic with the custody of those lawfully imprisoned, did abandon their appointed stations and willingly enter into the service of Lord Voldemort, thereby demonstrating themselves faithless to every obligation imposed upon them;
WHEREAS, their desertion and subsequent depredations have proven beyond reasonable dispute that no covenant, command, or arrangement with such creatures may be relied upon to secure the innocent, restrain the guilty, or uphold the lawful administration of justice;
WHEREAS, their continued existence outside the custody of the Ministry presents a danger not only to those convicted of crimes, but to every witch, wizard, and other reasoning being upon whom they may choose to prey;
BE IT RESOLVED, that wizardkind shall henceforth, and with all earnest haste and diligence, put an end to all Dementors, wheresoever they may be found, condemned as explicit tools of perdition;
BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, that no office, court, institution, or servant of wizarding government shall employ, harbour, sustain, or knowingly furnish victims to such entities;
BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, that the Wizengamot shall commission an immediate and comprehensive inquiry into the magical means by which Dementors may be permanently destroyed, and, until such means are discovered, establish such measures of containment, exclusion, and deprivation of sustenance as may prevent their continued predation upon reasoning beings;
BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, that all persons presently confined under the custody or influence of Dementors shall be removed therefrom and placed under humane and lawful guardianship, without prejudice to sentences properly imposed following lawful conviction;
BE IT FINALLY RESOLVED, that the punishment commonly called the Dementor's Kiss shall be abolished in perpetuity, and that no future government of wizarding Britain shall possess authority to restore it.
II. Concerning the Lawful Punishment of Grave Crimes
Let it not be said that I seek to spare the wicked from the just consequences of their deeds.
I do not contend that every criminal may be safely returned to society, nor that mercy requires the abandonment of punishment.
There are offenses so grievous, so deliberate, and so destructive of innocent life that the lawful forfeiture of mortal life may be deemed a just and prudent sentence.
Yet even the condemned retain that which no earthly sovereign bestowed upon them: an immortal soul.
A sentence of death terminates the mortal life of the condemned. It does not presume to extinguish the soul, nor to deny its passage into the judgment of Almighty God.
The Dementor's Kiss, by contrast, delivers that soul into the maw of a creature whose very existence is sustained by the suffering of others.
What becomes of a soul thus consumed is not known to us with certainty. That ignorance does not excuse the practice. Rather, it makes the presumption of authority all the more intolerable.
I submit, therefore, that where the law has determined that no lesser punishment will suffice, a swift and humane execution is infinitely preferable to the monstrous practice of surrendering a reasoning being to a Dementor.
Such a sentence must follow lawful conviction, upon evidence sufficient to establish guilt beyond reasonable doubt, and with proper opportunity for defense, appeal, and the consideration of mitigating circumstances.
No sentence of death ought to be pronounced upon mere suspicion, political convenience, uncorroborated accusation, or the demands of an aggrieved public.
Nor should it be imposed where a lesser punishment may adequately serve justice and the protection of the innocent.
For the authority to pronounce death is not the authority to command damnation.
And no sentence, however severe, ought to be administered for the pleasure of those empowered to carry it out.
III. Concerning Corporal Punishment and the Duration of Sentences
I do not hold that justice must be gentle to be just, nor that mercy demands the abolition of punishment.
There are offenses for which restitution alone is insufficient, yet for which years of confinement serve neither the victim, the offender, nor the public good.
Consider the man sentenced to ten years' imprisonment for an offense which, though grave, does not render him a continuing danger to his fellows.
Upon his release, he may find his livelihood gone, his family estranged, his property lost, and his place in society extinguished.
What, then, has been accomplished beyond the passage of ten years?
The offender may have suffered, certainly. Yet his victim may remain uncompensated, his family may have been reduced to poverty, and the society to which he returns may find him less capable of honest livelihood than when he entered confinement.
It is neither wisdom nor justice to create the conditions of further wrongdoing and then express astonishment when wrongdoing follows.
I would therefore submit that, in certain cases of serious but noncapital offenses, a sentence of corporal chastisement may be considered in preference to prolonged imprisonment.
Such punishment may include judicial flogging, administered under lawful authority, in measured proportion to the offense, and with competent Healers in attendance to safeguard the life and health of the condemned.
I do not pretend that such punishment is pleasant. It is intended to be severe, and no person ought to speak lightly of suffering which another must endure.
Yet its severity must be bounded by law, its administration subject to independent oversight, and its purpose confined to the satisfaction of justice rather than vengeance.
It must never become an instrument of private malice, public spectacle, humiliation for its own sake, or the gratification of those who administer it.
Nor do I contend that the presence of a Healer renders every injury inconsequential. No punishment is made just merely because its visible consequences may afterwards be repaired by magic.
The court must therefore consider the offender's condition, the circumstances of the offense, and whether such a sentence can be imposed without disproportionate or lasting harm.
Where these conditions cannot be satisfied, another lawful punishment must be chosen.
But where such a sentence is judged appropriate, and where the offender has thereafter discharged any restitution lawfully owed, I submit that the condemned ought to be permitted to resume an honest and productive life.
Punishment ought to have an end.
A debt once paid ought not be demanded a second time.
IV. Concerning Imprisonment, Restitution, and the Return to Society
I do not propose the abolition of imprisonment.
There are persons whose continued liberty presents a grave danger to their fellows, and there are offenses for which confinement remains necessary, whether for the protection of society, the administration of justice, or the correction of the offender.
Yet imprisonment ought not to be regarded as the inevitable answer to every serious offense.
Where restitution may repair a wrong, restitution ought to be considered.
Where supervised labour may discharge an obligation to the injured, such labour may be preferable to idle confinement.
Where an offender may be safely supervised within the community, the court ought to consider whether separation from family, livelihood, and ordinary society is truly necessary.
And where imprisonment is imposed, its conditions ought to preserve the health, reason, and dignity of those confined.
The prisoner remains a reasoning being.
He does not cease to possess rights merely because he has forfeited certain liberties.
He remains entitled to adequate sustenance, shelter, medical treatment, the opportunity for repentance, and protection from unnecessary cruelty.
I would further urge this honourable body to establish provisions by which those who have completed their sentences may return to society without needless obstruction.
An offender who has served the sentence lawfully imposed ought not thereafter to be subjected to perpetual informal punishment through arbitrary deprivation of livelihood, residence, or lawful association.
There will, of necessity, be exceptions where a person's past conduct establishes a continuing danger or renders certain responsibilities unsuitable.
But such restrictions must be justified by necessity, not imposed merely because a conviction once occurred.
The purpose of justice is not to manufacture a permanent class of outcasts.
It is to protect the innocent, answer wrongdoing, and, wherever possible, restore the offender to lawful society.
V. Concerning the Responsibility of the Ministry
The recent war has demonstrated the peril of institutions which presume that obedience may be purchased from creatures incapable of moral obligation.
For nearly three centuries, the Ministry entrusted the custody of its prisoners to beings whose appetites were sustained by the misery of those prisoners.
It was an arrangement founded not upon duty, loyalty, or conscience, but upon the expectation that the creatures would remain content with the suffering placed before them.
When offered greater opportunity to indulge those appetites, they abandoned their stations.
The consequences were neither unforeseeable nor without warning.
The Ministry must therefore acknowledge that the employment of Dementors was not merely an unfortunate practice corrupted by the recent war.
It was a fundamental error in the administration of justice.
No creature which feeds upon the suffering of its charges can properly be entrusted with their welfare.
No creature incapable of distinguishing guilt from innocence can properly exercise authority over the condemned.
And no government which deliberately exposes prisoners to such predation may absolve itself of responsibility by claiming that the creatures were merely performing their appointed duties.
The government appointed them.
The government sustained them.
The government furnished them with victims.
The responsibility is therefore the government's to acknowledge and remedy.
I welcome any measure undertaken by the present Ministry to remove Dementors from the custody of prisoners and replace them with accountable officers of the law.
Yet such removal, however necessary, cannot be considered the final discharge of our obligation.
The Dementors do not cease to threaten the innocent merely because they no longer wear the appearance of lawful custodians.
Their predation must be ended.
VI. Final Petition and Prayer
Honourable Members,
I have lived long enough to witness kingdoms rise and fall, laws enacted and forgotten, wars begun in the name of justice, and atrocities committed beneath the same banner.
I have seen men who called themselves righteous behave with monstrous cruelty, and men condemned as wicked discover, even in their final hours, the capacity for repentance.
These experiences have not persuaded me that punishment is unnecessary.
They have persuaded me that punishment must remain subject to limits which neither anger, fear, nor expediency may overcome.
Justice may restrain the wicked.
Justice may punish the guilty.
Justice may, in the gravest circumstances and under lawful authority, require the forfeiture of mortal life.
But justice may not claim dominion over the immortal soul.
Nor may it inflict suffering without purpose, prolong punishment beyond necessity, or deny without cause the possibility of an offender's return to lawful society.
I therefore beseech this honourable Wizengamot to condemn the employment of Dementors without reservation; to prohibit forever the administration of the Dementor's Kiss; to undertake the discovery of means by which these creatures may be destroyed or permanently prevented from preying upon the living; and to consider a broader reform of criminal punishment founded upon proportionality, lawful accountability, restitution, and the protection of the innocent.
Let us not mistake cruelty for strength, nor severity for wisdom, nor the length of a sentence for the measure of justice accomplished.
And let us never again entrust the souls of our fellow beings to creatures whose only fidelity is to their own hunger.
I commend this petition to your consciences, and pray that Almighty God grant you the wisdom to distinguish justice from vengeance, the courage to correct the errors of our predecessors, and the humility to acknowledge that no earthly authority is without limit.
May He have mercy upon those who have suffered beneath our laws, and guide us in the making of better ones.
Respectfully submitted,
Eliza Silvermantle
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Anno Domini 1998
A Treatise Upon the Proper Treatment of Naturally Subservient Beings
With Particular Regard to the House-Elf, Its Rights, Obligations, and Relations with Wizardkind
By Eliza Silvermantle
Submitted for the Consideration of the Wizengamot, Anno Domini 1998
I. Concerning the Nature of the House-Elf
It has long been held among wizardkind that the house-elf is, by its very nature, a creature inclined toward service.
This observation is not without foundation. The house-elf commonly derives considerable satisfaction from the discharge of domestic duties, demonstrates extraordinary fidelity toward those whom it serves, and may regard dismissal from service not as liberation, but as disgrace.
Yet from these observations there has arisen a most grievous error.
For wizardkind has too often mistaken an inclination toward service for an obligation to submit, and an aptitude for obedience for an absence of independent will.
The house-elf is no mere beast of burden.
It speaks, reasons, remembers, judges, forms attachments, experiences sorrow, and possesses an understanding of duty and honour.
It is capable of affection, resentment, courage, sacrifice, and, as recent events have demonstrated, extraordinary heroism.
It possesses magic which, in certain respects, exceeds the capabilities of accomplished human witches and wizards.
By what reasoning, then, may such a being be regarded as property?
That the house-elf commonly desires to serve does not establish that it desires to be owned.
Nor does the willingness of a servant to obey confer upon the master an unlimited right to command.
Service is an occupation. Subjugation is a condition. The two must not be mistaken for one another.
II. Concerning the Natural Disposition Toward Service
I do not propose that wizardkind should seek to extinguish the house-elf's natural inclinations.
Such an undertaking would be presumptuous, and might constitute an injustice no less serious than that which it sought to remedy.
There is dignity in service honestly rendered.
The physician serves the sick, the magistrate serves the law, the soldier serves his country, and the priest serves Almighty God.
None is thereby rendered contemptible.
Nor is the domestic servant diminished merely because his labours concern the ordinary necessities of a household.
Should a house-elf find genuine happiness in maintaining a home, preparing meals, tending gardens, or caring for the children of a family, I see no just cause to deny it that satisfaction.
Indeed, to compel such a creature to abandon its chosen occupation, merely because another considers that occupation beneath its dignity, would be an affront to its own judgment.
Yet the distinction between inclination and compulsion remains essential.
A being may desire to serve and nevertheless desire to choose whom it serves.
It may take pride in obedience while retaining the right to refuse a wicked command.
It may remain devoted to a family while possessing interests and affections beyond that family's convenience.
And it may regard faithful service as the highest expression of its nature without thereby forfeiting its dignity as a reasoning being.
III. Concerning Magical Bondage
Of particular concern is the magical bond by which house-elves are compelled to obey their masters.
It is one thing for a servant to undertake an obligation through promise, contract, or personal devotion.
It is another for magic itself to constrain that servant's will, rendering disobedience painful or impossible.
Such enchantments demand the most careful scrutiny.
For where a servant cannot refuse, the appearance of consent may be profoundly misleading.
An order obeyed under magical compulsion cannot, by obedience alone, be demonstrated to have been willingly accepted.
Nor may a master reasonably infer affection from submission when the servant possesses no effective means of resistance.
I therefore submit that any magical bond which compels a house-elf to injure itself, conceal unlawful conduct, endure deliberate cruelty, or perform acts contrary to its own conscience ought to be declared unlawful.
The authority of the master must never extend to the destruction of the servant.
Neither may any house-elf be required to submit to punishment merely for possessing independent thoughts, expressing disagreement, or seeking lawful protection.
If such bonds are necessary to preserve particular aspects of house-elf magic, then the proper object of inquiry must be how their harmful compulsions may be removed without injury to the elf.
If they are not necessary, their continued imposition requires justification far stronger than custom.
IV. Concerning the Duties of Masters
Those who receive faithful service incur obligations of their own.
A household which enjoys the labour of a house-elf must provide for that elf's proper sustenance, shelter, health, security, and reasonable comfort.
No master may claim the benefits of service while disclaiming responsibility for the welfare of the servant.
A house-elf must not be starved, beaten, deliberately humiliated, or compelled to injure itself.
Nor should its devotion be exploited to demand labour beyond its reasonable capacity.
It must be permitted adequate rest, proper medical attention, and sufficient opportunity to pursue its own interests.
Its personal possessions must be respected.
Its friendships and family relationships must not be severed merely for the convenience of its master.
And its life must never be treated as expendable.
A house-elf who has served a family faithfully for many years ought to be regarded with gratitude, not contempt.
For the true measure of a household's honour is not merely how its members treat their equals, but how they conduct themselves toward those dependent upon their goodwill.
Authority confers responsibility. It does not extinguish it.
V. Concerning Freedom, Dismissal, and Remuneration
It is well established that many house-elves regard the receipt of clothing as dismissal from service, and that such dismissal may occasion profound distress.
This fact ought not be ignored.
To sever a house-elf from a household to which it has devoted its life, without preparation, provision, or regard for its wishes, may constitute an act of considerable cruelty.
Freedom ought not to be confused with abandonment.
Nor should dismissal be employed as a punishment calculated to inflict shame upon a faithful servant.
I therefore propose that the legal status of a house-elf be distinguished from its employment.
An elf should not be required to surrender its freedom merely to enter domestic service.
Nor should it be necessary to terminate that service in order to acknowledge its freedom.
Where an elf desires wages, wages ought to be negotiated and paid.
Where an elf sincerely prefers another lawful arrangement, that preference ought to be considered, provided its essential welfare and independence are secured.
The object is not to compel every house-elf to adopt the customs of human servants.
It is to ensure that the customs of house-elves are not used as an excuse to deny them protection.
A house-elf ought to possess the right to depart from abusive employment without forfeiting its livelihood, security, or dignity.
And those who wish to remain in the service of a beloved household ought not be compelled to depart merely to satisfy the sensibilities of others.
VI. Concerning Education and the Exercise of Magic
The magical capabilities of house-elves are remarkable.
They perform feats of transportation, concealment, domestic enchantment, and other forms of spellcraft which frequently exceed the understanding of their human masters.
Yet wizardkind has commonly regarded these capabilities as useful conveniences rather than achievements deserving study and respect.
This is a failure both of scholarship and of justice.
The house-elf ought not be denied opportunities for education merely because its customary occupation is domestic.
Nor should its knowledge be regarded as the property of the household it serves.
I would further urge that the Ministry examine restrictions upon the lawful exercise of house-elf magic.
Where a particular magical practice presents a genuine danger, regulation may be justified.
But the mere possession of power by a being accustomed to servitude cannot itself constitute grounds for prohibition.
The law ought to restrain wrongdoing, not capability.
VII. Concerning the Recent War
The Second Wizarding War has furnished examples both terrible and noble concerning the treatment of house-elves.
We have seen how the unquestioning obedience demanded of these beings may expose them to exploitation by those without conscience.
We have also witnessed acts of loyalty, courage, and sacrifice undertaken by house-elves in defense of others.
Let it therefore be acknowledged that fidelity is not the same as servility, nor obedience the same as virtue.
A command may be wicked.
A master may be dishonourable.
And a servant who refuses to participate in evil may demonstrate greater moral courage than the one who issued the command.
No law worthy of the name should require a reasoning being to become the instrument of another's wrongdoing.
The defense that an act was committed under orders must be considered alongside the degree of compulsion imposed, the servant's understanding, and the opportunities available to resist.
Where magical bondage has deprived an elf of meaningful choice, justice must recognize that deprivation.
Where an elf has acted courageously in defiance of cruelty, its actions ought to be remembered with honour.
VIII. Concerning the Reform of Elfish Law
I therefore commend to the Wizengamot the following principles for consideration.
FIRST, that the house-elf be recognized in law as a reasoning being possessing dignity and interests independent of any household.
SECOND, that no house-elf be regarded as transferable property, whether by sale, inheritance, gift, or other conveyance.
THIRD, that domestic service remain a lawful and honourable occupation for those house-elves who desire it.
FOURTH, that all forms of deliberate physical abuse, compelled self-injury, and malicious magical punishment be prohibited.
FIFTH, that the Ministry establish effective means by which house-elves may seek protection from abusive masters without automatically losing their homes or livelihoods.
SIXTH, that freedom and employment be recognized as separate conditions, such that a house-elf may remain in service without being deprived of legal independence.
SEVENTH, that arrangements for remuneration, sustenance, rest, medical care, and continued residence be established with due consideration for the customs and preferences of the elves themselves.
EIGHTH, that no magical bond be permitted to compel a house-elf to commit unlawful acts or to endure treatment contrary to its essential welfare.
NINTH, that house-elves be afforded meaningful representation in proceedings concerning their rights, obligations, and magical traditions.
TENTH, that any reform be undertaken with the direct participation of house-elves, rather than imposed upon them solely according to the preferences of wizardkind.
IX. Final Considerations
I have lived long enough to observe that those who possess authority are frequently inclined to mistake its long exercise for proof of its legitimacy.
Custom is not justice.
Antiquity is not virtue.
And the fact that an arrangement has endured for centuries does not establish that it ought to endure for another day.
Yet neither is every ancient custom wicked merely because it differs from our own preferences.
The house-elf possesses a nature distinct from that of humankind.
Its customs, inclinations, and understanding of service deserve serious consideration.
We ought not presume that liberty must appear identical among every reasoning people.
But neither may we invoke those differences to excuse cruelty, exploitation, or the denial of moral agency.
The question before us is not whether house-elves ought to become human in their habits and ambitions.
It is whether wizardkind possesses the wisdom and humility to recognize that a being may differ profoundly from ourselves while remaining deserving of justice.
If a house-elf wishes to serve, let it serve with honour.
If it wishes to depart, let it depart without fear.
If it offers loyalty, let that loyalty be answered with gratitude.
And if it places its trust in the keeping of a household, let that trust be regarded as a solemn obligation rather than an opportunity for exploitation.
For the willing service of a faithful heart is a gift.
That which must be compelled by cruelty is no gift at all.
I commend these considerations to the consciences of the Wizengamot, and pray that Almighty God grant us the wisdom to exercise authority without arrogance, to honour duty without demanding submission to evil, and to recognize dignity wherever He has bestowed the capacity for reason.
Respectfully submitted,
Eliza Silvermantle
Anno Domini 1998
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America has a gun
With (very few) apologies to Brian Bilston
England is CCTV.
France, a cop with lock and key.
Greece, once free, now bends the knee.
But, America has a gun.
Sweden jails the ones who fight.
Germany fines bad words at night.
Spain forbids the wrong to write.
But, America has a gun.
Holland fines what words you say.
Canada takes your knives away.
Australia says, "you must Obey."
While America has a gun.
Japan will bow and not resist.
Scotland bans what they won’t miss.
Freedom bleeds, but still exists
Because America has a gun.
Better risk the fatal cost
Than find that liberty was lost.
The price is high,
The fight, embossed
Because America has a gun.
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Oct 12, 1870: Robert E. Lee died in Lexington, Virginia, five and a half years after he surrendered at Appomattox.
When the war ended, Lee was the most famous man in the South and he had nothing. His family home at Arlington had been seized by the federal government and turned into a cemetery for Union dead. He was 58, his health was failing, and he was under indictment for treason, though he was never tried.
Offers came in. Businesses wanted to put his name on their letterhead for big salaries. He turned them down. Instead he took a job as president of Washington College, a tiny school in the Shenandoah Valley that had been looted by Union troops during the war. It had a few dozen students and a handful of professors. The salary was $1,500 a year.
He threw himself into it. He knew most of the students by name. He added courses in engineering, business, and journalism, which were unusual for the time. He replaced a long list of rules with an honor system and told students the school had only one rule: every student must be a gentleman.
He spent those years telling Southerners to accept the result of the war. He told former soldiers to go home and rebuild. According to an often-told story, when a widow complained bitterly to him about the Union, he told her not to raise her sons to hate the United States and to make them Americans. In 1869 he paid a short visit to President Ulysses S. Grant at the White House.
His heart was giving out. In the spring of 1870 he took a long trip south, partly for his health. Crowds met him at every stop. On Cumberland Island in Georgia he visited the grave of his father, Revolutionary War hero Light-Horse Harry Lee.
On Sept 28, a cold, rainy day, he went to a long meeting at his church about raising money for the minister's salary. When they came up short, Lee pledged the difference himself. He walked home in the rain and sat down to dinner with his family. When he tried to say grace, no words came out.
He had suffered a stroke. They made a bed for him in the dining room. For two weeks he lay there, mostly silent, while one of the worst floods in Virginia history swept through the region outside.
He died around 9:30 in the morning on Oct 12. He was 63.
Accounts written later said his last words were "Strike the tent," along with an order for A.P. Hill to come up, as if he were back on the battlefield. Doctors who have studied the case think the stroke had taken his ability to speak, and many historians doubt those words were ever said.
The flood had washed away the town undertaker's stock of coffins. Some were found downriver, and the only usable one was too short. Lee was buried in his suit without shoes.
He was laid to rest in a crypt beneath the chapel on the college grounds. Within days the school's trustees voted to rename it Washington and Lee. His horse Traveller, who walked behind the funeral procession, is buried just outside.
After the war Lee had signed an oath of allegiance and applied for a pardon. The oath was lost and never acted on. It was found in the National Archives a century later, and in 1975 Congress restored his citizenship.
Americans still argue over how to remember him and the cause he fought for, and they probably always will. But in the last five years of his life, he chose to spend what he had left teaching young men, rebuilding a broken school, and telling a defeated people to put down their anger and become Americans again.
156 years ago today. Rest easy General.
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Someone should draw Dumbledore reading an invitation for Harry and Malfoid’s wedding and he’s smacking Dobby around his office like that one pic of that rabbi and a chicken.
"Hmm..@TsunSlytherin, why are ye out right now..?"
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