I had always hoped I’d never have to do this.But because my 18th birthday arrives in less than two months, the U.S. government is closing my case.
My name is Jesse Singh. I was born in Salem, Oregon to Dawna LaLonde and Preet Singh in 1997, and lived there until late 2000. I haven’t seen my father since I was three and have been trying to find him since I was about 10 years old. My search has been futile thus far and I am becoming more and more hopeless, so I have finally decided to come to the internet for help with the hopes that maybe social media will be the key to finding him
My fathers birthname is G.Preetvinderpal Singh, but he used to go by Preet or Jack. He was 23 years old when I was born, putting him at around 40 years old now. He is Sihk, from Malaysia, and is of Malaysian descent. I know he speaks English fluently and I believe that he also speaks Punjabi fluently, though I am not positive. The last known address I’ve found for him puts him in Quebec somewhere. My grandparents are Retired Major Kirpal Singh and Mohinder Singh, my great-grandparents are Sewa Singh and Thermo Kaur. I know there’s a very slim chance of me finding him but I have to try everything. I can’t put into words how desperate I am to find him.
If you know him or of him or even of someone else who might know him, please feel free to send me a message here on tumblr or an email at jesse.singh153@gmail.com . I have more pictures available for anyone who needs more to be sure.
Even if you don’t know him, please please please reblog this, so that maybe someone who does can see this and help.
I’m not interested in money or anything like that. Honestly, i’m just a kid desperate to find their dad.
Thank you to anyone who reads and reblogs this, it is very much appreciated!
lmao whaddup y’all im well into being nineteen now and still not even a little closer to finding my dad
all this still applies however, tho id probs be a lot less flowery with my language if i was making this post today
if you could reblog this, that’d be really cool and again, id really appreciate it
I’m 20 now. just…just if anyone has any idea or can share this? please. i want to see my dad but moreso I….i want to meet the younger siblings I know I have.
Is there any chance he went back to Malaysia?
I’m about to lose my job, but at my office we have people who travel there, specifically to Kuala Lumpur. I can ask my supervisor, she may say no, but there might be a small chance I could circulate the pictures. We also have a guy who used to work for us who lives in Canada.
I’m not sure how I’d explain what’s going on, but I can show my mom (my boss) the post and see what she says.
If you don’t play bassoon reblog this because it applies to you too
THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE REBLOGGING SAYING THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT A BASSOON IS MAKES ME HAPPY. NON MUSICIANS SPREAD THIS SHIT. DON’T KNOW WHAT A BASSOON IS? GOOD!
the president of nigeria is about to fuck boko haram up and cut his own salary in half and criminalized female genital mutilation
the president of guinea built/is building infrastructure and school and wells all over the country and is decreasing youth unemployment exponentially
the president of cote d’ivoire made school mandatory of children ages 6-16 and banned plastic bags while also building ultra modern trasportation infrastructure
the future is for real in africa
I think this should have a hell of a lot more notes on it than it does. This is what good news looks like folk, and the continent of Africa surely deserves a shed load of it.
One father of a marcher in Charlottesville, Virginia over the weekend
is denouncing his own son after the young man was seen on national news
spouting hate.
In a letter to Fargo, North Dakota’s Inforum, father Pearce Tefft wrote that his family wasn’t sure where his son Peter picked up his racist beliefs.
“I, along with all of his siblings and his entire family, wish to
loudly repudiate my son’s vile, hateful, and racist rhetoric and
actions,” Tefft wrote, clarifying that he certainly didn’t learn such
values at home.
“I have shared my home and hearth with friends and acquaintances of
every race, gender, and creed. I have taught all of my children that all
men and women are created equal. That we must love each other all the
same,” he continued. However, he acknowledged, that Peter chose another
path.
The family has remained largely silent, but Tefft said these recent
events pushed them over the edge. Remaining silent, he believed, would
be a mistake.
“It was the silence of good people that allowed the Nazis to flourish
the first time around, and it is the silence of good people that is
allowing them to flourish now,” he wrote.
He went on to say that his son is no longer welcome in their home or
at family gatherings until he renounces the hate. The beliefs of the
younger Tefft has also brought hate targeted at his relatives, who are
being considered guilty by association.
His father recalled a time when his son joked, “The thing about us
fascists is, it’s not that we don’t believe in freedom of speech. You
can say whatever you want. We’ll just throw you in an oven,” Tefft
recalled.
“Peter, you will have to shovel our bodies into the oven, too. Please
son, renounce the hate, accept and love all,” the father closed.
“In brief, we reject him wholly – both him personally as a vile
person who has HIMSELF made violent threats against our family, and also
his hideous ideology, which we abhor,” his nephew Jacob Scott said. “We
are all bleeding-heart liberals who believe in the fundamental equality
of all human beings.”
“Peter is a maniac, who has turned away from all of us and gone down
some insane internet rabbit-hole, and turned into a crazy nazi. He
scares us all, we don’t feel safe around him, and we don’t know how he
came to be this way. My grandfather feels especially grieved, as though
he has failed as a father.”
There are a bunch of posts going around about donating to local Charlottesville charities in the face of the hate march, and I think this is a great idea.
Do you wanna know an even better idea?
Donate in multiples of $18.
Here, I’ll explain!
Hebrew is a numeric language. That is, all of its words have a numeric value. If you’ve ever seen the movie π, by Darren Aronofsky, there’s a great scene with a Chasidic Jew who explains a little about this and shares a word problem that hinges on it. So there are lots of puns and things that don’t translate, because, well, even if English had numeric values, we can’t guarantee they’d be the same, you know?
So, let’s take a second and talk about chai. Not the tea, the Hebrew word:
חי. Those of you who followed my conversion may know this is also (part of) my Hebrew name, in its feminine form:
חייה. It means “life.” Chai, you can imagine, is a great word! Lots of kids named Chaim (male) or Chaya (female). “L’chaim,” or “to life,” is the traditional Jewish toast. Our most important holiday, Yom Kippur, features a greeting that translates to “may you be inscribed in the Book of Life.” We talk a lot about chai.
And chai, as you may have guessed, has a numeric value of 18.
It’s a very common Jewish practice to give cash gifts in multiples of $18. For Chanukkah last year I donated $36 to my nieces’ Hebrew school, $18 for each of them, without even a moment’s thought to sync up “what I can afford” with “what’s appropriate and meaningful.” My temple does their donation forms in multiples of $18, with a couple of nominally-normal numbers like $50. It’s one of those cool little cultural things. And I promise you, if Charlottesville gets flooded with $18 donations, the white supremacists and Nazis setting up camp there will notice, and they will know what it means.
Fight the 1488 with the 18.
Fight hate with life.
(Non-Jews, feel free to reblog and share this to other platforms. In fact I genuinely and unironically hope you do, because I’d love to see this take off among gentile donators who want a great, nonviolent way to offer a one-two punch.)
The Paradox Machine 