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Today, July 22nd 2021, marks ten years since the domestic terrorist attacks in Norway that made not only the whole country stand still, but sent shock waves all over Europe. Eight people died as a result of a bombing in central Oslo, and 69 people were murdered on Utøya, an island west of the capital. The attacks have been considered the most terrible in modern Scandinavian history.

Anders Behring Breivik, a Norwegian right-wing extremist fuelled by the anti-immigration and white supremacist conspiracy theories he had read online, decided to take matters into his own hands and put a stop to what he saw as an Islamic takeover of European society (“Eurabia”) and the promotion of “Cultural Marxism”. The enemy in his eyes were the ruling party, who he believed were enabling this change through immigration and multiculturalism as well as the disestablishment of a strong patriarchy. Before carrying out his deeds he had compiled a manifesto, spanning over a thousand pages, of mostly stuff he’d found online but also by well-established right-wing authors. This was e-mailed to many people in power some hour before the bomb, hidden inside a car parked near government buildings in Oslo, went off, alarming many citizens and injuring hundreds.

Photo credit: Morten Holm

A bit after five in the afternoon, Breivik arrived at Utøya disguised as a police officer. Utøya is a small island owned and utilised by AUF, the youth offshoot of the Social Democratic Worker’s Party, who were holding their yearly summer camp at the time. Armed with a rifle, Breivik went on a massacre for over an hour before real policemen arrived to arrest him (delayed due to a lack of ways to get to the island), forcing all the summer camp participants to run and hide as their comrades were injured and killed. At least a hundred were physically injured, far more were mentally traumatised by the event. Many of those who died were young, the majority still in their teens.

Discarded clothes after victims having entered the water to escape. Photo credit: Niclas Hammarström

It’s easy to paint Breivik as a lone madman, an unstable individual who is now safely behind bars at a maximum sentence. But through his manifesto we see his many connections to people and movements all over the world. He describes himself as a conservative nationalist, a fascist and a “counter-jihadist”, and cites authors Bat Ye’or (Gisèle Littman) and Robert B. Spencer, the American Tea Party movement, and blogger Fjordman among others as inspirations. He approves of the Hindu nationalist efforts to expel muslims from India, Geert Wilders of the Dutch right-wing Party for Freedom, and Israel waging war on Palestine. How can he be a sole extremist when are many people sharing his views? How can his massacre be an incident, an anomaly, when he himself claims to have been inspired and radicalised by the writing of others? The attacks cannot be separated from the politics that created them. At the time, the Norwegian political discourse was very centred around immigration, with far-right parties gaining more sympathy and other parties pandering to this by also starting to discuss immigration as a “problem”. When nationalism, xenophobia and islamophobia become ever more widespread and legitimised as a “point of view” in society, the more rampant the extreme utterances become. Many right-wing conspiracy theorists speak of genocide as a last step, where government takeovers in order to stop immigration and deporting those of unwanted ethnicities are first on the agenda. Breivik intended to help this cause by murdering members of the ruling party who he believed were bringing on the downfall of Western society. This should have been a warning, but ten years later fascism is still on the rise all over Europe (and the world!). Some places are close to, if not already at the last, horrific step. One terrorist being locked up does not put an end to this development. But it might not be too late to learn from it.

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My favorite thing about Will Byers is that he is sensitive and traumatized, but he's also snarky and sarcastic. He's not afraid to cry, and he puts everyone's happiness above his, but he will call you out if he doesn't agree with something you say. He will freak out and panic in a violent scenario (like almost everyone else does), but when he needs to, he can pick up a gun and defend himself. He has been called many names and slurs by classmates and his own father, but he is able to accept himself for who he is, and he doesn't let his feelings for Mike get in the way of their friendship. He stays quiet in public, but he will rant in private. He was abused and bullied, but he treats everyone with the utmost kindness and respect. He has given up on ever finding love for himself, but he's honestly somehow the most emotionally mature member of the party, and he actually gives really good advice despite never having been in a relationship.

Will Byers is character with many layers, and too many people reduce him to a sensitive boy who cries all the time, or to a gay kid who hates himself and is in love with his best friend, when there is so much more to his character than that.

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ian when mickey starts to hypnotize him at the docks

It's either "I must do this thing RIGHT NOW or I'm going to lose it" or "the stars and planets aren't in perfect positions so it'll happen when that happens" and nothing in between.

You think Lip sometimes looks at Ian and Mickey and just smiles a little to himself because who would’ve seen that coming?

Like, Lip’s always been good with odds and numbers and back in the day, back when they started out a fucking lifetime ago, absolutely nobody would have bet on those two making it in the end.

He had been around back then, on the side lines catching glimpses from time to time. From ‘Mickey’s gay and we’re doing it’ and 'i know what he felt with me’ to 'you think i should’ve?’ and 'because i love him’.

And Lip hesitates in the doorway when he enters the living room for a moment and watches them lie on the couch in front of the TV, wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleepy and content, for once neither bickering nor on the verge of fucking and he thinks that he’s never seen Ian so happy and being himself this much at the same time before.

And maybe he shakes his head when he looks at the man in his brother’s arms because holy fucking shit that’s Mickey Milkovich right there.

That’s 'someone’s gotta get a beat down’, it’s 'oh shit is right’, it’s anger issues and russian prostitutes and attempted murder and escaping prison to fucking mexico.

But it’s also the guy who pours Ian his coffee in the morning and makes sure he doesn’t drink it before he’s had something to eat, who used to count his fucking pills, who once bought a bag full of B vitamins as if they could fix it all somehow.

It’s who Ian lost sleep over, it’s who he made his best bad decisions for.

It’s Franny’s Uncle Mickey, it’s Mandy’s older brother and holy shit, it’s Ian’s fucking husband.

And isn’t that so beautifully Ian, that he saw something in that dirty faced thug from ten years ago that no one else ever bothered to look for? that he found a love that proved itself to be stronger than whatever life or fate or Terry fucking Milkovich threw at them, that pulled them back to each other every time they fell apart?

Mickey has been a constant presence in Ian’s life in a way that nothing else but Lip himself ever had. Has been a witness, a catalyst, a victim of Ian’s epic highs and lows, has done insane things to and for and because of him. As fucked up as they always were, they seem to hold the balance, they somehow make it work.

Lip loves his brother with all his heart, has done so his entire life, he knows all the best and a lot of the worst of Ian and he knows that Mickey knows it too. Loves him, too. Signed up for it all, the whole package, good times and bad, sickness and health, Monica and Gay Jesus, mania and depression. Had probably signed up for it long before they stood in front of witnesses at the Polish Doll.

So Lip smiles sometimes when they bicker over breakfast cereal or when Ian can’t keep his hands to himself even when the rest of them is right there or when Mickey talks shit like he’s still big bad Milkovich, south side thug extraordinaire and not the boy who has been in love with Lip’s little brother for the last decade.

Because it’s nice to see they made it. Because if anyone deserves a happy ending and a gentle future, it’s them.

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