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  • Refugees

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    by Staff Writer

    Even though Eagles always have choices

    In the great wide circles

    Above and below them

    But they never fight the wind!



    Out of road bridges, tents and shack-towns

    Out of refugee camps and dirty bins

    Out of ghost towns

    Our ghosts burns inside us with guilt

    Out of the neon-glimmer of uptowns

    Out of girls become bitches to survive

    Out of fear, anger and poisoned hearts

    Out of men became killing bastards

    Out of the cold shivers of winter nights

    Out of fires, floods and lives lost

    Out of empty shells, empty lives, and empty beings

    Out of traps sprung by the police on foreigners

    Out of police trucks ferrying us back to Zimbabwe.



    The policeman’s gun is pointing at me

    His partner is picking on me

    Curious animals sniffing for a bribe

    This illegal war against immigrants

    Breeds unfettered patriotism of citizens against foreigners.



    They want to crack our skulls

    They want to burn us alive

    Laugh and rejoice around our dead

    They want to kill every foreigner

    Cut cords from our bellies

    Suck blood from our corpses

    They want to eat our flesh

    They want to rape our women

    Step on our babies

    They want to dig our graves

    And burn our bones

    So that we cannot live anymore

    Cannot die again

    Cut of in our prime.





    Our weakness is an affront to them

    Always being quantified, measured

    And tagged Makwerekwere, Makwerekwere.

    Maybe next time they would grind us into flour

    Package and distribute us

    And I think it would be more-instructive

    More efficient, more cost-effective.

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  • Vigil for Justice/Vigilia para la Justicia

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    La vigilia para George Steven Lopez Mercado

    La vigilia para George Steven Lopez Mercado

     
     

    by Nube FC

    Scroll down for English

    Sobre el sonido de differentes voces, realize mi identidad, soy raza, queer, indigena, y migrante pero estoy muy conectado con todas otras luchas. Fue un domingo en la tarde y hubo una llamada para la unidad de gente queer y gente que es assosiada con nosotros. La junta fue acerca de la muerte de un joven Puerto Riqueno que fue asesinado y brutalizado por un crimen de odio en Puerto Rico; discussiones, enojo, coraje, tristesa, fuerza, y fe estuvieron presente cuando nos juntamos y conmemoramos la lucha de gente queer de color en el cuarto pequeno para planear una vigilia el domingo.

    La semana de la vigilia, Domingo 22, siguio con un dia fuerte en el east bay que seria capturada y recordada por la collectiv@ y fuerza de gente increible y companer@s en solidaridad retomando el dia con amor y lucha. La apertura fue presentada por un Abuel@ Apache (Mescalero) y Huichol llamado Benny, un residente, organizador de la communidad, y una persona indigena en la area de la Bahia. La apertura de la ceremonia abrio lo que fuera un dia increible de lecciones de defensa personal, experiensas, y memoriales para differente gente de la communidad que habian muerto por acciones de odio contra gente queer (lgbtiqq).

    Cultivando estas experiensias y reflecionando estas battallas llamo a mucha gente queer en la area de la bahia, para discutir los temas. Un problema que fue presentado fue la criminalizacion y que encarselar a la gente no es sufficiente para parar las acciones de odio. Nuestra combinacion de identidad como gente queer, gente trans, gente pobre, gente de color, y otras cosas fueron causas por la que el joven Jorge fue assesinado por homofobia. Todas estas cosas que pasan en nuestra sociedad desde la musica hasta el medio es causa por la cual vivimos en estas condiciones, que hace que la identidad de un hombre blanco que es gay sea la unica forma de identificar a gente queer en esta sociedad. Por esta razon no podemos contar en el sistema judicio para terminar y resolver estos hechos de odio y muertes. Necesitamos cambiar con entendimiento de esto y presentarlos a nuestr@s communidades. Es acaso que traer mas policia, legislasion y encarlamiento es suficiente?

    Esta demonstracion de solidaridad trajo muchas propuestas de resistencia. Una de ellas fue que porque vivimos en un systema transfobico y misonogista, la justicia criminal solo es una parte y forma que crea oppression. Este pasado Domingo 22 trajo solidaridad y resistensia con gente de la East Bay y con mucha gente de los estados unidos, atrallendo communidades y movimientos juntos.

    Este evento represento la lucha que ha formado por cientos de anos entre gente queer, gente de color, gente pobre, y otr@s. Nuestra liberacion esta basada en solidaridad, fuerza, esperanza, y inspiracion atraves de fronteras y luchas. Y esta vigilia represento el principio de unidad y accion con la gente que apoyo la vigilia.

    Ingles sigue

    Through the sounds of different voices, I realized I am brown, queer, indigenous, and a migrant, but I am united among struggles. It was late afternoon and there was a call for unity amongst queer folks and allies. The meeting dealt with the direct action as a response of the death of a young Puerto Rican kid who was brutally mutilated and killed because of a transphobic hate crime in Puerto Rico; discussion, anger, rage, sadness, strength, and faith resided while we gathered and commemorated the struggle of queers of color and queers in general in the small room in order to bring forth a vigil that would lead to rememberance and resistencia.

    The week of the vigil, Sunday the 22nd, took forth as a day when the east bay would remember and capture the collective force of amazing queer folk and allies taking back the day with love and “lucha” (fighting back). The opening was presented by an Apache (Mescalero) and Huichol Elder named Benny, long time resident, community organizer, and indigenous ceremonial person in the Bay Area. The beginning of the ceremony opened what would be an amazing day of self defense lessons, experiences, memorials for different community folk who have past away from this battle, and unity amongst the east bay.

    Cultivating these experiences, and reflecting on the struggles presented to queers in the bay brought many discussions to be talked on. One of them is the problem that incarceration and criminalization are not good enough. Our combinations of identity as queer people, trans people, poor people, people of color, and other things that have singled out Jorge as targets of homophobia are presented to us in everyday matter, from mainstream music to a socialized, “white male” gay identity; because of this we can not rely on the judicial system to be an end to these hate crimes and murders. We need a real change strating with awareness of these hate crimes that present themselves to our communities. Does increased policing, legislation, and imprisonment feel like justice?

    This demonstration of solidarity brought many statements of resistance. One of them being that because of this transphobic misogynistic system we live in, criminal justice is just one of the tools that creates systems of oppression. That is why Sunday the 22nd brought a day of solidarity and resistance amongst east bay people and around the united states, bridging communities and movements alike.

    This event represented struggle that has taken part for hundreds of years amongst queers, people of color, poor folks, and others. Our self determination is based on solidarity, strength, hope, and inspiration across borders and struggles. This vigil represented the beginning of unity and action amongst those presented.

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  • Voices of Exile

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    by Staff Writer

    From the loneliness of this time

    From yesterday, today, tomorrow

    From this hour, this minute, this second

    From what might have been

    From gazing at dreams rotting in the sun

    From the need of closure from our illegal ourselves

    From time served being refugees but still unwanted

    From an echo of ourselves that no longer exist.



    This poem is the soft call of one lonely raven

    That has lost her loved birth-ones

    It is the voice of reason in times of pestilence

    It is the voice of the spirit that left luggage

    And bundles of bones in Limpopo River

    It is the voice of flesh and blood that sustains

    Fish and crocodiles in Limpopo

    Year in, year out

    It is the voice of the badger swallowing in grief

    It is the voice of the raccoon chocking in blame.



    It maybe is too late for us

    To start our own definition

    This is not the life we dreamt of

    But it is the life we have

    For life at this place is called

    Everyone’s life is a burden

    And the raven has left us to our disastrous methods



    No one ever listens to us

    So give me all your fears

    Let me hold all your sorrows in my heart

    This poem is yours

    To harvest that which has been lost

    To smell the heat still rising in our birth place

    We are the way to the way it used to be

    Foreigners in a new place, still waiting

    Waiting for light, space and time



    I know you are a whisper, a word, a song

    Thrumming in the heartbeat of your own heart

    Laughter shouting red blossoms into the wind

    Greeting the sun, the moon, the stars

    Resounding like ram’s horns in the synagogues of our souls

    Melodies bridging over the abyss of this suffering

    Let’s dream together like two wings of the same bird

    Being carried away on the shoulder of these notes

    Here is my voice that cannot sing to you.

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  • Its KripMas- Karols Re-Mixed!

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Its KRipMas - by Leroy Moore

    by Leroy Moore, Darla Lennox, Maria Palacios, Zilwood, Tiny

    It’s Kripmas

    (My Krip-Hop Kripmas Karol)

    It’s that time of season

    Where we give for no reason

    Liberal hearts are bleeding

    It happens once a year

    Strangers in shelters

    Cooking our last super

    Share in the Kripmas Guilt

    A toast with eggnog & milk

    Make it last cause its cold outside

    Where many live throughout the year

    Kids can’t hide from Jake Frost

    And folks walk by holding their nose

    Pretending not see or hear

    Santa Claus dress up in a three piece suit

    Making deals with the Grinch

    Who stole the real spirit of Christmas?

    Was it Alan Greenspan?

    Kripmas guilt is not enough

    For landlord’s hands

    It’s Kripmas

    Nursing homes, physic wards & prisons

    Holiday bonuses to CEOs

    States issuing out IOUs

    Layoffs at NPICs

    My nephews know their ABCs

    Spelling out NO JUSTICE

    Tears frozen like ice

    Have to grow up fast

    No talking reindeers

    No fat man coming down the chimney

    Standing in line for charity

    Wearing the mask for media

    So thankful this season

    It’s Kripmas

    Smile for the camera

    Now give to the needy

    Pulling on the heartstrings

    It’s a tactic use by Jerry Lewis

    It just went corporate & sang by musicians

    Band Aid spreading throughout the world

    Singing “Do They Know Its Christmas Time?”

    Feed the world…” but only for one day

    It’s Kripmas

    So share the guilt this season

    Like every year at this time

    Roll out the red carpet

    Pull out the cameras

    And fill your heart with pity

    It’s Kripmas time

    It’s Kripmas time

    Thank God its once a year

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  • How Much Freer is Free?

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    To Legalize or De-criminalize - Brother Y investigates what will hurt poor people and micro-business people the most

    by Brother Y/PNN

    I am fond of saying and will continue to state that government is like a theif at night who steals your wallet at night but by day break say’s “ c’mon buddy let’s go find the sum’bitch who stole your wallet no one treats my friends like that!”

    Such is the case with the current initiative by California lawmakers to legalize,

    Tax and regulate the use of marijuana for all state residents 21 or older.

    The criminalization / legalization of marijuana has always’s been a civil rights issue.

    The first law on record making marijuana illegal started as a city ordinance in

    El Paso, Texas was used to target Mexican immigrants.

    Due to the fact that there were no law’s against immigrating to the United States

    During that time period white racist looked for the only way to discriminate against

    Them and apparently this is the only thing that stood out.

    In 1913 the state of California was the first state to make marijuana illegal,

    Due to pressure from the pharmiceutical industry because of the competition!

    In 1914 Utah followed suit due to a Mormon religious prohibition.

    By 1930 30 stattes made it illegal, the greatest fear being they felt herion addiction

    Would lead to marijuana, that’s not a typo you read that right!

    During congessional hearings only 2 medical doctors were present the first one was the representative of the American Medical Association he was told to shut up and leave because he stated that there was no proof that marijuana was a dangerous drug.

    The second was James Munch who injected 300 dogs with extract of marijuana 2 of which died.

    When asked his conclusion he said he did not know.

    Later he testified in court under oath that marijuana would make your fangs grow 6 inches and drip blood, and when he tried it turned him into a bat!

    He served as the U.S. official “expert” on marijuana from 1938 until 1962.

    AS far as common sense goes the greater issue’s at hand are 1. Many people who are voting age would not or could not benefit from the legalization of marijuana.

    At the tender age of 17 with the permission of their parents or guardians young people could “die for their country” without ever being able to legally try marijuana regardless as to whether they inhale or not as a certain cowardly draft dodger claimed not to have done!

    2.Many young people could spend the rest of their lives behind bars after being tried and convicted as adults again without ever being able to legally try weed, which could in some cases prevent them being placed in the cicumstance’s that could lead to their conviction to begin with.

    3. The legalization of industrial hemp is far more imperative to the economy of the

    California, The United States and a competive world market.

    The arrogance and selfishness of man has lead to the eradication of many animal and plant species, and caused an imbalance to the eco system.

    For all we know “legalizing” hemp could help bring back the honey bee!

    It is a much better option to decriminalize 6 oz. or less marijuana for those 18 and above

    Using monies confiscated from harsher drugs to provide funding for addiction education

    During primary education and treatment on demand, instead of adding more and more taxes to treat the ills of society.

    In reality the only ones who would benefit from the legalization of marijuana would be government fat cats, big business and a bunch of rich white guy’s who own the majority of the cannabis clubs.

    ‘nuff said

    Brother Y!

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  • Twas The Night Before Capitalismas...

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    By Tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia

    by Leroy Moore, Darla Lennox, Maria Palacios, Zilwood, Tiny

    Capitalismas Def: Holiday created by capitalists who appropriated multiple pagan and indigenous celebrations and "changed" the birthdate of a revolutionary who cared for gente pobre (Jesus Christ) all in pursuit of consumer-based profits

    Twas' the night before capitalistmas

    And all thru the house

    not a product was stirring

    not a PC nor its mouse

    The children were nestled

    all snug in their beds –

    while visions of corporate-fueled gang violence
    covert army videos and fetishized
    females

    danced in their head

    Mama slathered

    in the newest skin rejuvenation
    cream to be competitive in the gender wars

    and Papa dreaming of the an on-line date

    he just might score

    When out on the lawn

    there arose such a clatter –

    the family sprung from the bed to see what was
    the matter –

    it was the marshal to deliver a summons to take
    back their title and render them homeless cause
    since dad had lost his job - they couldn't keep up
    the payments

    As the marshal gave the family one last kick and
    a push they were secure in knowing it was all
    cause of Citigroup, BofA, AIG and their rich
    corporate friends

    Warm and cosy all tucked in their beds
    dreaming of the rich getting richer, the poor left
    for dead….

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  • Precious- A Soliloquy for Survivors

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    A Womynist Movie for all tortured women

    by Tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia, Daughter of Dee

    The pain of a thousand mamaz and daughters - the pain of isolation, capitalism, racism, sexism, violence and poverty - the pain of women, the pain of children- too much pain for a film screen, a book, or a dream...-

    Hot , thick tears consumed my face carving deep rivers into my skin, deep rivers with no bottom. As i stumbled out of the new movie Precious; based on the novel Push by Sapphire last night an empathic usher held out his hand as i passed him to comfort me- his eyes holding mine for a just a second - a long enough second for me to know he is one of us - one of the many quiet humans who roam the earth with half filled cups of sanity and over-filled cups of sorrow from the abuse at the hands of our mothers and/or caregivers.

    I went to the theatre to see Precious in trepidation of a movie filled with harmful depictions of poor black mothers and children on welfare, poor women, poor people, racist, classist images that constantly fill the pages, mouths and broadcasts of corporate media channels, politicians and ignorant US citizens by the minions. I went in trepidation of something my own brilliant and tortured African/Boricua/Irish mama coined "Motherism" the blaming of all ills in a US capitalist system that criminalizes poor women rather than support them, on the mama. I went to the theatre ready to be indignant , mad, and critical of more outsider art about us - without us.

    Instead i found a movie about my mama, my mamas mama, and most devastating of all, about me A movie so layered and complex and beautiful that had so much to do with the struggle of poor women, and women period in this patriarchal, racist, classist, society that intentionally isolates people from each other - women from their matrilineal lines, families from their support systems. A movie that is about women and their constant onslaught of abuse by predators - not just predatory men - but predatory non-profit industrial complexes and predatory education systems and predatory shame.

    Early on the movie centers us in the perpetually dark apartment of Precious and her mama lighted almost solely with the running lie of a television screen piping in images of game shows offering quick entrance into wealth and whiteness. We see the seemingly horrible ( and oscar -winning) depiction by Mo'Nique as an abusive hateful mama to her own daughter, attacking her own because of jeously over a man. An attack so common in a society that has us competing with our own girl-children for love, survival and perhaps the worst thing of all, so we wont fall into the logical progression of capitalism, aloneness and desperate isolation.

    We watch the alone-ness of 16 year old illiterate Precious adrift in her high school classroom passed between grades without so much as a glance. A very real portrayal that happens much more often that one would want to know in Amerikkka over-stuffed, under-funded classrooms filled with poor children of color long ago sorted, separated and forgotten by linguistic domination, racist and classist funding streams. You watch Precious have a crush on her white male math teacher because he at least calls on her and expects her to finish her work.

    The camera rests on the beautiful and textured face of the actress Gabourey 'Gabby' Sidibe moving across her deep chocolate features from below. With this angle you not only see her admixture of pain, confusion, and fear, but her pride and clarity and ultimately her deep heroism .

    Eventually we find out that Precious is pregnant with her second child from rape by her father - an act of abuse carried out with her mama looking on impotently. The depth of this horribleness and director Lee Daniel's gaze sets the viewer up to be extremely angry with the mama - and that's where the uncomfortableness begins. Like all silenced and hated people my welfare dependent, mixed race, daughter of poor woman of color skin crawls when i see one dementional racist characterizations of african descendent mamas on welfare being crazy , abberant demons like the embodiment of every racist stereotype that would make Daniel Moynihan* proud.

    But then something happens, something that has to do with the power of women-centered narratives and the power and love of women - women of color healing, silencing men and white people in their wake-

    We as viewers, together with Precious, discover sister-hood, sister-hood of her mandated alternative high school- sisterhood of her teacher. and sister-hood of her new-found friends all in struggle to somehow "make it" and with the teachers help, heal through the art and love of writing and reading and talking and thinking.

    At its core Precious is about women. women in all our beauty and horrible-ness brutality and strength. In one scene this theme was underscored by a filmic "trick" a filmmaker friend once told me about, that whenever one fillmmaker shows another film in in his or her movie- its a metaphor for the theme of the overall movie, In one typically destructive scene - this time rooted in food and its relationship with mama and daughter they watched a televised rerun of the Fellini film The Women, a perfect metaphor for this powerful womyst movie.

    This movie was also about the gaze between people- a gaze filled with so much more than the moment- filed with fear, and hope and desperation and dreams and hope and hate and above all desire, Every-time the camera rested on precious- as she rested her eyes on mama - you saw everything she wanted to see- didnt want to see - dreamed of seeing - couldnt stand to see- - you also saw everything her mama couldnt be- wanted to be- wasnt - u saw the pain of a thousand nights and days and mornings beween a mother and daughter in struggle - between a family in crisis - between two women who were at once in love and in hate with each other - and at once deeply dependent on one another the way only family can be.

    This movie was also about consumerist media and the depth of its power to reach us and speak to us in our isolated, capitalist apartments and rooms, houses and corners and lie to us and make us want - make us desire everything us poor people never have access to but always are taught to want.

    But above all this movie was about the strength of our mothers and our daughters to get through an endless onslaught of "little murders of the soul" as my mama used to call most of her life.

    At one point towards the end of the movie, Precious says a line in a narration to herself that will resonate with all abuse and torture survivors. "Nowadays, all that (pain) seems like a really bad dream that i dont really remembe.r"

    As she says this line i listen and nod in immediate understanding and then catch myself with the irony, until, I say quietly through more tears, you see a brutal, terrifying and brilliant wake-up call like this movie.

    * Daniel Moynihan helped shape welfare code with his "Study" of single mother-headed households in the projects in New York in the 1960's. With one sweep of his "outsider" pen he criminalized and pathologized our matrilineal households as abberant because they didnt fit his idea of a sane and healthy nuclear family

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  • Another Group Home Christmas

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    By Darla J Lennox

    by Leroy Moore, Darla Lennox, Maria Palacios, Zilwood, Tiny

    Another group home Christmas

    Another year of watching others loved ones

    make their once a year obligatory visit

    This day just feels like all the others

    Told what time to get up

    what time to sleep

    What he wants to watch on t.v. is already

    decided for him,

    it's what the staff want to watch.

    "Merry Christmas!" the staff say encouraging
    him to be happy

    "Hey, it's Christmas, let's see what Santa brought you?"

    "Are you kidding me?!" he thinks, "I'm a grown ass man!

    And what if I don't feel like being merry and bright?

    What if I decide to just stay in my room tonight

    and spare myself from eating salty lukewarm ham

    and cold peas? "

    "Yeah, it's another group home Christmas

    and wishing like hell I was somewhere else."

    Darla J. Lennox

    Christmas 2009

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  • Formal Education Scam

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    POOR Magazine Stands in Solidarity with Student Protestors While Condemning the Overt Move to Rich People Only Formal Institutions of Learning

    by tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia, Daughter of Dee

    In light of the recent protests by students on campuses across califas to the proposed %32 tuition increases- POOR stands in solidarity with the students - but we also want to remind you all as you struggle for justice – and take batons and other weapons of capitalism – to remember that formal institutions of learning are only one form of knowledge that has unfairly cornered the market as the only form of valid education while on our stolen land and with our stolen resources.

    And formal institutions of learning have been for rich people from the beginning , and when us poor people get in – its by way of crumbs being thrown or begged for ( aka scholarships) and/or loans that indebt us to them for the rest of our life- for the sole privilege of attending their "universities".

    So we at POOR urge you all on to contunue that fight – but also to encourage you to re-think education itself- and its racist , classist separatist tests and studies and obstacles – and that you are all welcome to come through to POOR Magazine’s Peopelskool which begins its winter semester with a knowledge and art exchange we call Mercado de cambio on December 16th at POOR Magazine - see below for more info.

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  • Its Xmas and We're Stressed Yes!

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Zilwood/United Kingdom

    by Leroy Moore, Darla Lennox, Maria Palacios, Zilwood, Tiny

    Its X-mas, and we'r stressd yes, cus we'r the financially weak Brits/_But at least students wont be outside the University handing me Leaflets/__And Pointless flyers/ for "great" bargain buyers/ _Taxi Hires/and free drink coupons that you cant use cus there liers/_But it's that time of year t...hat always tiers/ __Where Mass corporations enslave december/ _"Holidays Are Coming" is now Coca-Cola's Agenda/_and the meaning of Xmas is to get pissed up on the Bender/_and stuffed with that Turkey so Tender/

    Zillwood from London, England (Christmas 2009)

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  • A Truth-Taking by Illin N Chillin

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    by Leroy Moore/PNN & Krip Hop

    The first official Thanksgiving in this country between the wealthy White settlers and Native Americans followed the same pattern of my 2001 Thanksgiving, looking back at it now. In both situations people of color were evicted from their homes and land by new wealthy White landlords. Everybody knows what happened between Native Americans and the White settlers at that time. Let me tell you it didn't match the description of the Last Supper that the Bible talked about, although it was the last supper for the Native Americans on their land that they respected and cultivated. The same was true for my sister and me on Thanksgiving in 2000, the Last Supper, together in San Francisco. In place of grocery bags stuffed with food were boxes stuffed with our belongings. No relatives, no friends, just a wealthy White landlord breathing down our backs making sure his place was clean that he recently bought with his inheritance and the fortune he made during the dot-com boom. Yes, another eviction!

    Just like Native Americans in the US, who were forced to split up and travel to far away locations, thus breaking up families and tradition, my sister and I were forced apart. Because of this eviction, breaking up the tradition of my sister's famous stuffin' and our tight bond. She traveled across the country and I across the Bay in search for an affordable home. It's funny how history repeats itself! Like the days of the Underground Railroad, the ones that helped my sister and I out were also White, working class poor who sympathized and felt the injustice of gentrification by opening their homes to us once in Burlington, VT, and another in Berkeley, CA.

    The year was 2002. Another Thanksgiving, too broke to buy a ticket to see my family on the East Coast so I decided to take my last thirty dollars from my Uncle Sam's disability benefits to get some food for the Thanksgiving weekend and to last me till the first of the month. You see like many of my disabled brothers and sisters, I too had to and still do decide between transportation and food, clothing etc. And because most of us are on a strict budget, I chose food at that point. Now how can I cook a turkey in a microwave! I thought to myself in the grocery store. After leaving with my food for my Turkey Day and for the rest of the month, I noticed a poor, working class Black man beside me asking me would I like help with my bags. I politely said no but he continued to grab my bag. To make a long story short, he learned what the wealthy White settlers did to the Native Americans, he discovered my Thanksgiving dinner and food that I just bought with my last dollar.

    In 2004 the White settlers, our State government, had their hands out again to Native Americans in California with Proposition 70, asking them to pay taxes from their own casinos almost three weeks before we celebrate another Thanksgiving. However, like the saying goes, you can't keep a good person down. Now the federal government is asking for donations!! Isn't that a flip!

    After the unsteady years of the dot-com and the fall of it, my sister, her sons and I will be eating her famous stuffing and continue to strengthen our family ties here in Berkeley, CA. Our ancestors, family ties, hearts and our sense of what is right are stronger than the systematic oppression that pours onto our shoulders daily like gravy. Happy Thanksgiving to our Native brothers and sisters and your family! Eat today for the revolution tomorrow!

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  • Silent Night Re-Mixed!

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Maria R. Palacios Houston, TX USA
    (Sing to the tune of Silent Night)

    by Leroy Moore, Darla Lennox, Maria Palacios, Zilwood, Tiny

    Silent Night

    like every night

    lonesome halls

    empty walls

    no one to talk to

    that would really care

    to know the sadness

    that breathes in the air.

    There's no heavenly peace.

    There

    is no

    heavenly peace.

    Silent Night

    Lonesome Night

    Nursing Homes

    are not homes

    Let us remember

    the ones we forget

    Let us remember the ones who were left.

    There's no heavenly peace.

    There is

    no

    heavenly

    peace.

    (Maria R. Palacios -Christmas 2009)

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  • Dejando todos/Leaving Everything

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Dia Internacional Del Migrante/ International Migrants Day

    Dia Internacional Del Migrante/ International Migrants Day

     
     

    by Muteado Silencio/PNN Voces de inmigrantes en resistencia

    For English Scroll Down

    Hace ya muchos años,y aun en mi mente sigue vivo lo dicifil que es dejar todo una vida, una familia, dejar a una esposa y lo dificil que esdejar a una madre llorando,", Sergio Guerrero es unos de los muchos In/migrante sabios autores del libro Los Viajes una antologia leteraria producidad por Poor Magazine.

    Diciembre 18 es reconozido como “Dia Internacional del Migrante” en el mundo, Hay 200 millones de In/migrantes viviendo fuera de su lugar de origen en el presente.

    Muchos In/migrantes tienen la necesidad the abandonar su lugar nativo por la escases de trabajo en sus comunidades. Con la crisis economica en el mundo muchos mas seran forsados a emigrar en busca de trabajo para sostener sus familias.

    Era un acontecimiento multicultural y lei a los niños- niños con las caras Africanas, caras Filipinas, caras Mexicanas, cara Laosianas- caras hermosas- cada cara era una senilla de la esperanza, una flor, Un extracto por Tony Robles, Filipino Americano del libro Los Viajes.

    Migracion es un fenomeno global, como la migracion de los hermanos y hermanas de Africa quien estan emigrando para Europa, y el Sur de America al Norte, como tambien la gente rural quienes estan emigrando a las cuidades en busca de mejores oportunidades.

    Este “Dia Internacional del Migrante” nosotros como In/migrantes no solo celebramos, tambien tomamos responsabilidad en mostrar el poder que tenemos como In/migrantes.

    La Liga Global, La Liga de sustentadores de la comunidad global es un ejemplo de como podemos mostrar nuestro poder como comunidades transnacionales. La Liga Global promueve, la participacion de In/migrantes remitentes y nuestras familiias como impulsores activos de la economia global, con el poder de decidir sobre nuestras vidas. Creando un futuro donde la migración sea una opción, no una necesidad.

    La formación de una democracia económica donde los miembros de la comunidad tiene acceso general a los bienes communes: cooperatives, comercio justo, renta básica universal o crédito social; y promoción de desarrollo a través de iniciativas a nivel local o regional.

    Para aprender mas detalles visite www.laligaglobal.org

    Al transcurso del tiempo no importa la situación , sea la economia o lo que sea, la gente inducumentada y In/migrantes lo usan como excusa, con la excepción de los Nativos Americanos y Afro-Americanos, quien fueron traido ala fuerza, todos somos In/migrantes en este pais. Nosotros cruzamos la frontera, pero los Europeos cruzaron un Oceanó. Tenemos que crear una nueva conciencia y estrategias para trabajar más allá de nuestra clase y division de razas para construir un mundo major par alas proximas generaciones.

    http://www.laligaglobal.org/multimedia/video/

    Engles Sigue:

     

    After many years, the thought of having to leave everything is still alive in my mind; leaving my life, my family, my wife, and the hardest, leaving a crying mother.
    Excerpt by Sergio Guerrero, who is one of many In/migrant scholars featured in the book Los Viajes, The Journeys, a literary anthology on In/migrants.

    December 18th is recognized as International Migrants Day. In the world, they are presently 200 million In/migrants living outside their place of origin.

    Many In/migrants need to leave their native land for the lack of work in their communities. With the economic crisis consuming the world, many more will be forced to migrate and look for work to sustain their families.

    It was a multicultural event, and I read to children with African faces, Filipino faces, Mexican faces, Laotian faces—beautiful faces—each face a seed of hope, a flower.
    ~An excerpt by Tony Robles from Los Viajes, The Journeys.

    Migration is a global phenomenon that includes brothers and sisters migrating from Africa to Europe, from the global south to the global north, and people from rural areas moving to cities in search of better opportunities.

    This International Migrants Day we as migrants do not only celebrate, we take a stand together to exercise the power we hold as In/migrants.

    La Liga Global, the Global League of Community Sustainers, is an example of how we can use the power we hold as a transnational community. La Liga Global recognizes that migrants and their families are sustainers of the global economy and promotes transnational humanity instead of corporate-driven globalization from above, and gives us the power to decide our own lives by encouraging us to use our collective voice and economic power to build a future in which migration is an option, not a necessity.

    In an economic democracy community members have access to the commons—co-operatives, fair trade, universal basic income or social credit, and the promotion of development through initiatives at local and regional levels.

    Over the years no matter what is going on, be it the economy or whatever, undocumented workers and In/migrants are the scapegoats. With the exception of Native Americans and African-Americans, who were brought here by force, we are all In/migrants. We might have crossed the border, but Europeans crossed an Ocean. We need to build a new conscioucness and new strategies to work beyond class and race divisions to build a better world for future generations in a nation of In/migrants.

    To learn more details on La Liga Global visit www.laligaglobal.org
    http://www.laligaglobal.org/multimedia/video/

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  • Thank-you Cassandra Yazzie

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    A Digital Smoke Signal....

    by Mari V/PNN Indigenous Peoples Media Project

    "I hope I get another opportunity to do this again with you guys. Cuz all of you are great."
     

    There I was writing thank you notes to the sponsors of Boys and Girls Club of the Southern Ute Indian Tribe's Native Hip-Hop Workshop. I finished one note, and then opened another to write one to Cassandra Yazzie. Then Robert Ortiz from the tribal newspaper, the Southern Ute Drum came into my office and told me he needed to talk to me about Cassandra Yazzie.
     

    I first met Cassandra at my homie Klee Benally's wedding. I asked if I could sit at their table. Little did I know that even though I was on the Navajo Nation, that whole table was around from where I live. I noticed her kids, and her husband Jason Hotchkiss told me all about their organization Four Rivers Institute. It was all about teaching Native American youth about the outdoors and getting job experience. I thought it was a much needed program here in this tribal community.
     

    A week or two went by and I thought about Cassandra again. I was planning this media workshop called Native Hip-Hop Workshop and was looking for a photographer. We had music and writing covered, but just needed photo. I talked to Jason again, and he thought it was a great idea. He then gave me Cassandra's number and I gave her a call to ask her to be a photographer for a project  I was organizing media classes that I called Native Hip-Hop Workshop. She told me that was a great idea, but that film was better for the youth. I remember her contacting me by chatting or calling and her wanting to do a film workshop with the youth, and then I remember telling her I couldn't fund-raise anymore money for a third presenter. I remember how shocked I was by her answer, "Don't worry Mari, I'm local. I just want to start doing film workshops with youth. Don't fund-raise for me." Cassandra and I started to form a organizing friendship centered around the youth in the Southern Ute Tribal Community.

    I believe Cassandra's spirit knew she had to do a Native Hip-Hop Workshop before she left this world. She had this determination about doing the film even when I was still thinking about photography. It was her first workshop for youth, and she was so excited. She stated, "Like Mari said, um I'm here  with Four Rivers Institute as part of their media connection. This was just a little something I wanted to do, and it was my first time connecting a workshop with some young people. I am very fortunate to be here with all these good people, but I wanted to say thank you to everyone of you who participated in the workshops and to the ones that allowed myself and my little film makers, my lil' peeps to interview you because I know it takes alot of courage to step up and say I'll be interviewed." I remember when she met me and Ras (music presenter) at the casino, she had the biggest smile on her face while networking about the film.
     

    Cassandra's selfless spirit was felt by the kids in her film class. I remember how she was a person of her word, and how she kept her promises to the youth. Many times we forget about what we tell our youth, and don't hold ourselves accountable. I remember her emailing me to talk to one of her students because she promised him a clip of the video, and since he couldn't get the video yet, she asked me to talk to him. Her students shared her passion of film, and it showed in their creative media art and investigative journalism.

    So there I was at my desk, about to write her a letter, and Robert Ortiz walked in my office. He asked me if I knew what happened to Cassandra. I thought he was going to tell me the film tapes from Native Hip-Hop Workshop were destroyed or maybe that she got the cold or flu. He told me she got in a car crash, and died right away. Three of her and her partner's five kids were in the car. Tears started to drop from my face, and I couldn't believe she was gone. I mean I just talked to her yesterday morning, and we were supposed to meet that morning to go over the film at her house. She told me how she needed to go on a hike on the Animas trail and that she would come to Boys and Girls Club that afternoon so we could look over the film. She never showed up, because she left to the spirit world. Currently, those three children are recovering in the hospital. I still shed tears about Cassandra.
     

    The next day, one of her students asked, "Mari, is Cassandra dead or alive? Just tell me." Her students are proud of the film-making process they created, and Cassandra committed to a ongoing relationship to teaching film at our Southern Ute Boys and Girls Club. She was going to teach claymation, and have the kids tell thier stories through that art form. Amada Hotckiss, one of their children and participant in the film class stated, "What I liked about the film is when we all got together and we said what we liked to do. I like to do art, and I hope we can do this workshop again." Amada gave me one of the toughest interviews I have ever seen. She is currently in the hospital healing from her injuries.
     

    Many people believe that kids are are not capable of creating media much less getting published. Cassandra held the vision that Native Hip-Hop Workshop should have young peoples as media producers and recognized them as her 'lil peeps', which in the hip-hop world means a very close friend. Cassandra wanted to be a part of creating a world where kids were using film as indigenized storytelling.
     

    "As I went through each of these (film) clips I got to see and feel alot of your stories come alive and it was really, really good to see and I got to know each of you in a way, in a more personal way because of your words, because of your music. It was really beautiful to see and I hope I get another opportunity to do this again with you guys. Cuz all of you are great" stated Cassandra Yazzie.
     
     

    It is in this spirit of Native Hip Hop Workshop, I am sending
    you a digital smoke signal that is filled with the same creative, passionate, indigenous energy you used to create your world everyday.

    Rest In Power Cassandra Yazzie.
     

    You will always live through Native Hp-Hop Workshop.

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  • Legislative Elder Abuse

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Proposed legislation would criminalize the care-givers of elder and disabled Californians

    by Marlon Crump/PNN

    “It (the proposed legislation) will impact a lot of consumers, family members, husbands, wives. They (home health care workers) take care of them, and a lot of those people have felonies. If they won’t be able to provide a service to that consumer, then they could get sick and die," said Caesar La Tour of the United Healthcare Workers (West) in a POOR Magazine/PNN interview at San Francisco City Hall on December 14, 2009 outside the Board of Supervisors Chambers. For six years La Tour worked as a home health care provider, but he’s cared for the seniors and his family since he was six years old.
     

    A “Felony Exclusion Resolution” was the item agenda for this public hearing before San Francisco Supervisors Chris Daly, John Avalos, Bevin Duffy, David Campos and Sean Elsbernd, all whom apparently opposed this legislation.

    Among the various San Francisco Bay Area community groups attending this public meeting that also opposed this law were Senior Action Network and Planning for Elders.

    Bruce Allison, Carina Lomeli,
    “Tiny” Lisa Gray-Garcia, and myself, all representing POOR/PNN, attended this hearing for an emergency re-porting and sup-porting intervention against this criminalizing legislation.
     

    "At POOR Magazine/PNN we practice ancestor worship and eldership."

    ~Excerpt from POOR Magazine's mission statement.

    As I conducted research on the proposed legislation I was reminded of this statement because our elders are endangered by Governor Schwarzenegger’s proposal to prevent any In-Home Supportive Services (IHSS) worker to care for an elder if they have a felony background or a “serious misdemeanor” offense.
     

    “This particular legislation will ruin and take away choices from elders,” Bruce Allison, POOR comrade of mine and Elder Scholar, said to me with concern. “We’ve had enough stuff taken away from the ‘gentleman’ (Schwarzenegger) in Sacramento. This is one of his plans to shove us all in nursing homes and concentration camps.”

    The legislation requires fingerprinting for anyone interested in becoming a service provider, even if his or her offenses range back to 35 years and they’ve had no further discord with the law. This policy will violate the right of consumers to choose who they want to care for them.
     

    “The consumers are very upset because of this law that Arnold is trying to push upon us,” Mrs. McArthur, senior and IHSS worker, explained during an interview. “It should be their choice of who they want to work for them.” I asked her if there have ever been any troubles committed from home health care service providers towards the consumers.
     

    “They are happy with the providers, but not with what the system is doing,” she replied. “Some of them (consumers) have a relationship with their health provider. Trust is the most important thing in this job.” Mrs. McArthur is deeply concerned with what the measures for fingerprinting will entail, and where the funding will come from to support this process?
     
     

    In San Francisco, there are 22,000 low-income seniors and people with disabilities who rely on service care to avoid institutionalization. Statewide, over 44% of IHSS recipients receive care from a family member.
     

    The legislation contradicts current state law, which only excludes IHSS workers that have had convictions of child abuse, elder abuse, and fraudulent activities against government health programs. The legislation is also inconsistent with a federal law that excludes people from being service providers only for job-related offenses, and makes it illegal to use preventions of employment based on a prior conviction. Furthermore, the proposed legislation contradicts the City and County of San Francisco’s Civil Service employment policies, which do not permit a ban on employment based on conviction history. Rather, a case-by-case evaluation is required depending on the nature of the offense, the time elapsed and the job that the applicant performs.
     

    Bruce Allison and I sat in on the hearing to witness the testimonies of those that opposed the Schwarzenegger policy and praised the Felony Exclusion Resolution.
     

    S.F. Public Defender Jeff Adachi addressed his concerns to the Board of Supervisors about the kind of impact the law will have on people, predominately those of color, and stated statistical numbers in reference to those concerns.
     

    “It behooves you, Board of Supervisors, to say NO to this legislation from Schwarzenegger,” I said during my public comment address to the board. I followed up with a slice of sarcasm stating, “Keep in mind, Arnold Schwarzenegger is a senior himself…with or without the massive muscles.” 
     

    Recently, Alameda County Superior Court Judge Frank Roesch halted the state with a temporary restraining order by excluding people with felony records from working as caregivers in California's IHSS program. This order forbids the state from enforcing the proposed law’s restrictions until January 29, 2010, when Roesch will hold a hearing about a possible injunction.
     

    Governor Schwarzenegger and his administration continue to attack services vital to the poor, the elderly and the disabled. He has no compassion for the lives of people who can no longer care for themselves without assistance from others. A person’s past determines how they care for the vulnerable in the future.
     
     

    “My mom (‘Mama’ Dee Gray) became disabled when I was 11-years-old, and it was necessary that I cared for her. I was her sole care giver,” co-founder of POOR “Tiny” Lisa Gray-Garcia said to me during an interview.
     

    Tiny stated that she does have a record for “Crimes of Poverty.” Described in more detail throughout her book, Criminal of Poverty, Tiny underwent a life filled with citation issuances every time she and her mom had to park their car just to get a good night’s sleep in.
     

    Regardless of Tiny’s heroic ability to care for her mother at a very young age while managing their survival with no financial security, her record is forever stained with “Crimes of Poverty.” What would it have meant for people in poverty who provided for seniors, sick and disabled if this newly proposed law would have arrived in the past?
     

    “This legislation would’ve made sure that we had no source of support,” Tiny said. “When we ended up in homelessness and poverty while my son was born, she (‘Mama’ Dee) became ill. The only money that we had was an in-home support services payment. It allowed us to eat.”
     

    “The verdict acquits the raven, but condemns the dove.”

    ~Juvenal, Roman Poet.

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  • 'Spiritual vampires' desecrate sweatlodge way of life

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Black Hills Sioux Nation Treaty Council statement

    by BLACK HILLS SIOUX NATION TREATY COUNCIL

    Floyd Hand: 'Spiritual vampires' desecrate sweatlodge way of life

    Black Hills Sioux Nation Treaty Council statement

    Floyd Hand: 'Spiritual vampires' desecrate sweatlodge way of life 

    BLACK HILLS SIOUX NATION TREATY COUNCIL
    MEMBER RESERVATIONS

    Cheyenne River

    Crow Creek

    Fort Peck

    Lower Brule

    Pine Ridge

    Rosebud

    Standing Rock

    Yankton

    Contact:

    Natalie Hand 605-867-5762

    November 24, 2009 

    On November 2, 2009, Floyd Hand, Jr., (Oglala Lakota Sioux) Oglala Delegate to the Black Hills Sioux Nation Treaty Council, along with Ivan H. Lewis (Pima/Maricopa/Yavapai), filed a lawsuit (Case No.: CV-09-8196-PCT-FJM) in the U.S. District Court in Arizona against James Arthur Ray and the Angel Valley Retreat Center.

    In the petition, Hand and Lewis assert that Ray caused the desecration of the sacred Lakota ceremony, “Inikaga”, commonly referred to as sweat lodge, by causing the deaths of three participants. The suit contends that Angel Valley Retreat Center is culpable for allowing individuals like Ray to rent their property which offers a sweat lodge for paying participants. Furthermore, Ray and Angel Valley Retreat Center committed fraud by impersonating Native Americans and must be held responsible for causing the deaths of the victims and serious injuries to the survivors.

    In the immediate aftermath of the deaths, Ray fled the scene and Angel Valley Retreat Center staff dismantled the sweat lodge, thus tampering with a crime scene. Hand contends that the “Inikaga” and other ancient Lakota rituals is a way of life, not a religion.

    “Ray is a spiritual vampire who will use whatever means necessary to turn a profit. He and others like him that profit from our culture must be held accountable for their continual fraud and desecration. This ceremony comes from the Lakota. We maintain our cultural identity today and people like Ray are trying to mock it as a means to acquire material possessions. They cannot hide behind the Religious Freedom Act. This is NOT a religion," stated Hand.

    The Ft. Laramie Treaty of 1868 between the United States and the Great Sioux Nation is a legal binding agreement that is the “supreme law of the land."
    Article 1 of the Treaty states that “… if bad men among the whites or other people subject to the authority of the United States shall commit any wrong upon the person or the property of the Indians, the United States will … proceed at once to cause the offender to be arrested and punished according to the laws of the United States, and also reimburse the injured person for the loss sustained …”

    For Ivan Lewis, this lawsuit is a long overdue. “I joined with my Lakota brothers to stop the desecration. These new-agers have been selling our native ceremonies for years here on our homeland. The non-natives are taking everything from us. Ray and the Angel Valley folks are a dime a dozen in Yavapai territory. My hope is that this lawsuit will put light on our treaties with the U.S. and will show the people of Arizona that we have sovereign rights," stated Lewis.

    Importantly, Hand and Lewis want to emphasize that they are not affiliated with a group calling themselves the “Council of Indigenous Traditional Healers."
    “This group claims that they will authenticate and qualify individuals, including non-Indians, to conduct our ceremonies. Our people know who is a real healer and who isn't. Yes, everyone is entitled to pray, but our ceremonies belong with us in our native tongue," noted Lewis.

    To date, the plaintiffs have received notification that a judge has been assigned to the case. The Yavapai County Sheriff's Office's homicide investigation continues and hopes to submit evidence to the County Attorney's Office in December. 

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  • TERRORISM 101: OPIUM’S DEBUT ALBUM

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    A PNN ReViEwsForTheReVoLuTioN Music Review

    by Marlon Crump/PNN

    Before the World Trade blew


    I already knew


    but you still dumbfounded, livin’ without a clue


    It ain’t ‘cause I’m arabic or ‘cause I’m a Jew


    America the beautiful, we loved by few


    That’s why they puttin’ flames to the red white & blue

    Lyrics from Bay Area hip hop artist, Opium titled “Suicide Execution” a single from his debut album, “Terrorism 101.”

    “Thus I will punish the world for it’s evil


    and the wicked for their iniquity


    I will also put an end to the arrogance of the proud


    and abase the haughtiness of the ruthless...”

    (Isaiah 13:11)

    Rap and Hip Hop music, a phenomenon equipped with diverse self-expression, uncharted within oppressive territories. A music pop cultural art industry that continues to defy all odds consistent of negative stereotypes, most perpetrated by corporate mainstream media that demonizes and dictates their lives.

    Brainwashed into the minds of the ignorant, oblivious, and naïve that rap and hip-hop is nothing more than a culturally combative threshold for violence, and degradation. Fused into these minds that then generalize this art based on some R-rated (mature) content that they hear from certain artists.

    What fails to drift and draft the minds full of negative preconceived notions is the reality that hip-hop and rap is a vital instrument for the unheard, particularly the youth (many coming from poverty). For young people, this art is their critical grasp for self-empowerment, fulfillment, and expression facing a world so competitive just to even be heard.

    Growing up from Cleveland, Ohio as a young man living in a poor community, all I would hear were scrutiny about the music. Though some of the songs that I listened to were subject material meant for adult or mature ears, the energy vocalized were often uplifting for me.

    Regardless of the weather, the day, and my mood, I’d often pop a hit single in my radio cassette, or C.D. player. A combination of everything ranging from racism, po-lice brutality, drugs in the ghetto, politics, and poverty would hit my brainwaves. From every artist and song that contained one or more of these categories, I learned something.

    During my tenure here at POOR Magazine/PNN, I was introduced to something unique, and very revolutionary: Krip Hop. Our comrade, Race, Media, and Disability scholar in residence, Leroy Moore has educated the masses of media, locally and globally of one’s passion to be a hip hop artist, undetermined by disability to express their art.

    For Opium, it is more than just the feeling of expression. His goal is to universally educate all ears through his music, exposing the prejudice Arabs and people of Middle Eastern descent are subjected to. Being Arab-American, himself, this goes without saying.

    Raised in San Francisco, California, born in Point Clear, Alabama, Opium has established a decade-long rap career for himself. His arsenal of talents consists of theatrical stage performances, song writing for other artists, and music composing, mixing, and writing his own songs.

    Opium has performed all over the Bay Area and across the globe such as India's “Ahimsah Life Celebration”, Morocco's “Le Coupe de Monde World Cup Festival”, and numerous clubs from San Francisco to France to Amsterdam. Some of his inspiration comes from rappers, such as Cheb i Sabbah, Yukmouth, Salif Keita, Hasan Hakmoun, along with celebrity artists, 50 Cent and Eminem.

    Political, rugged, and urban, with a west coast style and appreciation for the industry are Opium’s qualities. He doesn’t fully consider himself as a solo artist, in that his art is joined collectively with other groups of a global network. Such groups are the “216” and “Ferenheight.” Defying and challenging icons adequately adored in today’s world of deceptive glamour additionally envisions his lyrical ambition: Music of Revolution.

    Opium’s Terrorism 101 is a full-length debut album, with two of them outspoken hardcore lyrical detail of his disdain for the oppression, immoralities, capitalism, and the corruptive politics within the U.S.A. In Bring it Back, he appears to be orchestrating a spiteful engage of success to blindside the ignorance and negative stereotype his people are confronted with: Drugs, money, and power.

    Since the 9/11 attacks and the Bush “era on terror” many civil liberties of Middle Eastern heritages and cultures have been under attack. In Suicide Execution Opium hits on major issues with explosively-explanatory detail of the terrorism that arose following the 9/11 attacks, here in the United States: War, warrant-less surveillance, capitalism, and the need to combat these acts through revolution.

    CHORUS


    Stealin’ oil overseas - Only In America


    Brainwash our seeds - Only In America


    The rich get rich while the poor drown in poverty


    New World Order - Bush is Illuminati

    The wealth, Iraq War, corporations, clothing products and lavish lifestyles followed by civil liberty-lashing laws, and law enforcement (escalated since the Bush era) constituted a need for Opium to produce Only in America. This track presents a spotlight of Opium’s outspoken audio aggression against the capitalism and oppression people in the U.S. are subjected to.

    A feel for revolution is heard, not just through his audio art, but also through his citation of the late Malcolm X:


    “Revolution is bloody, revolution is hostile, revolution knows no compromise, and revolution overturns and destroys anything that gets in its way. If you’ve got a ‘revolution’ that doesn’t involve bloodshed - you’re afraid to bleed.”

    To learn more about Opium, his debut album and his work, visit the following below websites:

    http://www.myspace.com/opium415

    http://ursession.com/opium415

    http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2005/03/terrorism

    www.hiphoparabia.net

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  • Lakota TwoCrow (Southern Ute)

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    by Boys and Girls Club of the Southern Ute Indian Tribe

    Lakota TwoCrow

    Slam Bio


    I like the color green

    My taste is sour

    My smell is pizza

    My touch is hard

    Chameleon

    I’m from many tribes

    I live with my mom

    I live with my dad sometimes

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  • INACCESSIBLE - MUNI PARATRANSIT SCANDAL

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    MUNI dismantles Taxi subsidy program for disabled folks

    by Thornton Kimes/PNN

    San Francisco's MUNI bus service, like other urban transit systems, offers Paratransit vehicle service (access to taxi's and vans), to variously disabled riders who can't use regular buses. Transit systems use a discounted scrip system (the scrip is bought to pay for rides) giving certified customers access won through years of court battles and the passage of the Americans With Disabilities Act (ADA).

    December 5th, 2009, after much tinkering with bus service between the Bayview-Hunter's Point and North Beach neighborhoods and making noises about reducing service or cutting routes elsewhere in the city, MUNI began actually reducing and cutting same—despite considerable noise and protest made by the riding public in response, as well as a series of meetings (called T.E.P., the Transit Effectiveness Project—Thornton went to one meeting) generating even more public comments that were ignored.

    December 1st, MUNI stopped selling scrip and began requiring use of a Paratransit debit card (scrip loaded into it much like the food stamps card). The local paratransit website says nothing about this (your tax dollars and the Phantom Webmaster hard at work) yet. Lady Anonymous got an unwelcome anouncement in the mail about the change, coal received in the Christmas stocking on many mantles.

    There was much intense discussion of this at the December 9th meeting of the Executive Committee of the Paratransit Coordinating Council (PCC), many people labelling the debit card “Not Ready For Prime Time”. Every changed or new service MUNI comes forth with arrives with a splat: Thornton was underwhelmed by the T-line service that was new some time ago, and when required (by a welfare program) to use it frequently for several months, was surprised it actually worked as advertised.

    But the “splat” is painful and stinky and stays in your memory for a long time. Beta testers of the card consistently rated the card's peformance poorly, Lady Anonymous and others have been resisting, protesting the mandating of the card in PCC meetings. Some PCC meeting minutes are, hopefully unwittingly, kinda funny. In comments about the card being made ready to “go live” in November, some taxi companies were described as waiting for wireless equipment to arrive mid-month; others, who must use a system called In Taxi Equipment (ITE) would be asked to use something called “the manual knuckle buster” until they got their ITE stuff.

    The “manual knuckle buster” is a lower tech, paper-using credit card machine, irrelevant to the discussion of taxi’s and Paratransit users because what taxi driver would waste time using something that would generate a never-ending paper pile in the front seat? Beaurocrats so love to play with words.

    Playing with people who have little recourse to other means of getting from Point A to Point B (and maybe back to A) isn’t so funny. Choosing an “easier” payment method your customers don’t want is at the least bad customer service, but it is also business as usual casual disrespect.

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