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  • Journey to South Africa

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


    We have become raven’s baggage
    So we call out like a raven
    In raven’s two voices
    Fevered breath or our own wounded feeling

    Our nightmares starts
    Out of “there is no cholera in Zimbabwe”
    Out of the dead men from cholera
    Out of the dead women from HIV Aids
    Out of the dead children from hunger
    Out of the dead young adults from political killings
    Out of little children become war soldiers
    Out of the vengeance of Mugabe’s CIO
    Out of the beast ZANUPF, police and army
    Out of a country now locked in political gridlocks

    Out of the lunatic moans of Mugabe against Britain
    Out of the lunatic bile of Mugabe against the west
    Out of the forthcoming breakdown due to this defiance
    Out of cry songs that now stains the whole region
    Out of the stench of South Africa’s silent diplomacy
    Out of the stench of SADC and Africa’s denial
    Out of a conspiring humanity
    Out of this chaos is a journey that leads across Limpopo River.

    We are footfalls walking through the dense forest
    So many frontiers that we have crossed
    So many shadows of so many at one side
    And our silenced dreams on the other side.

    The raven’s voice falls silent in the darkened leaves
    The trees are the only ones who pray for themselves
    For the moon always passes on top of them
    And in the dark nights we wait for the moon
    To tell us to venture into the hungry crocodiles in Limpopo
    And I can see their red tongues stretching out
    To lick the slime of our yoke and blood.

    We are another one among these marauding herds
    Limpopo River is now a mixture of silt, blood, bones and scars
    Where other traumatised adults giggle chorus of grief
    And every anguished cry feed these fat crocodiles
    We are now bones within this river’s churn
    Soon fish will have to negotiate us.

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  • Just What?/Justo que?

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Extending “Just Cause” Eviction Rights to All Renters/

    Ampliación de una “causa justa” de los derechos de desalojo a todos los inquilinos

    by Muteado Silencio/PNN Voces de inmigrantes en resistencia

    Espanol debajo

    “The wealthy landowners that came to today’s hearing are worried that developers will not want to invest in San Francisco real estate because there will be more restrictions if this law passes, shows how little they care about the people that keep them in business, tenants! This legislation is not about developers it is about renting families!”, this comment was said by person wanting to remain anonymous who I met at Monday’s Just Cause Eviction hearing in San Francisco

    He concluded, “I say f**k them!, they want to turn the City into a place only for rich people who can afford to buy a condo”

    At Monday’s hearing by the San Francisco City Council’s Land Use Committee tenants packed the hearing room. POOR magazine was there in solidarity with advocates wanting to protect tenants from unjust evictions, along with tenants rights organizations throughout San Francisco, including: Senior Action Network, Community Housing Partnership, SF Tenants Union, Eviction Defense Collaborative, Chinatown Community Development Corp, Housing Rights Committee of SF, Tenants Together, Bernal Heights Neighborhood Center and St. Peter’s Housing Committee.

    This legislation, sponsored by Supervisor John Avalos, will extend “just cause” protections to tenants living in properties built after 1979, thus extending the SF Rent Ordinance to cover all buildings from unjust evictions.

    In addition to tenants and their advocates, the hearing room was full of people in suits, property owners, elders from all walks of life and class, all wanting to be part of the hearing and to voice their opinions and concerns.

    Tammy Hung, senior community organizer spoke in favor of the amendment to the ordinance, asking members of Chinatown Community development Center the organization she was representing, to stand up in support, thus showing a strong presence in support to this legislation.

    After the hearing, I interviewed Sara Shortt from Housing Rights Committee on camera to ask her more details on the legislation.

    As I finished this article today I learned that Mayor Gavin Newsom is planning to veto the legislation that was approved at Monday’s hearing because it would make it tougher for landlords to evict tenants living in an estimated 20,000 rental units in The City.

    Call the Mayors office in San Francisco (415) 554-7111 to express your opinions on his proposed veto of the Just Cause ordinance AND and Supervisor Bevan Dufty (415) 554-6968 for his support on this veto

    Espanol Sigue

    “Los ricos propietarios que estuvieron presente están preocupados que la gente no quiera ‘invertir’ en San Francisco por las restricciones que habrá si esta ley pasa, enseña lo poco que les importa la gente que les da para comer, los inquilinos”, este comentario fue dicho por una persona que quiere mantenerse anónimo quien conocí en la audiencia sobre el desalojo de Causa Justa que hubo en San Francisco el lunes.

    La persona anónima, concluyo diciendo, “que se jodan! Quieren convertir la cuidad en condominios y solo para la gente rica que tiene el dinero para comprarlos.”

    En la audiencia que ocurrió el lunes por el comité del Uso de Tierra por el Cónsul de la cuidad de San Francisco había muchos inquilinos en el cuarto. Prensa POBRE estaba ahí en solidaridad con grupos que quieren proteger los inquilinos de desalojos injustos a la par de: Senior Action Network, Community Housing Partnership, SF Tenants Union, Eviction Defense Collaborative, Chinatown Community Development Corp, Housing Rights Committee of Sf, Tenants Together, Bernal Heights Neighrhood Center y St Peters Housing Committee.

    Esta legislación propuesta por el Supervisor John Avalos, extenderá la “causa justa” protecciones a inquilinos que vivan en propiedades construidas después de 1979, y con esto extenderá la ordenanza del inquilino de San Francisco para cubrir a los edificios de los desalojos injustos.

    Con la adición de los inquilinos el cuarto donde tomo lugar la audiencia estuvo lleno de organizadores comunitarios, gente que la legislación beneficiará, gente en trajes, propietarios, ancianos de diferentes caminos de vida y clases, para tomar parte de la audiencia para opinar.

    Tammy Hung, una organizadora comunitaria hablo a favor de la ordenanza y les pidió a sus miembros de Centro de Desarrollo de Chinatown, que se levantaran en apoyo, donde tuvieron una gran presencia en apoyo.

    Después de la audiencia entreviste a Sara Shortt de Housing Rights Committee en camara, para preguntarle mas detalles de la legislación.

    Me estaba preparando a publicar este articulo cuando me informaron de un articulo en el SF Examiner escrito por Mike Aldax, donde dice “ el alcalde Gavin Newsom botara la legislación que haría mas difícil el desalojamiento de una estimación de 20,000 unidades rentables en la cuidad, según la oficina del Mayor.

    Llame la oficina del Alcalde en San Francisco (415) 554-7111 para expresar sus opiniones sobre su negacion de la ordenanza"causa justa" Y el Supervisor Bevan Dufty (415) 554-6968 por apoyar el Alcalde

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  • KripMas Karol Submissions

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Krip-Hop Nation & Poor Magazine Presents Krip-Hop Kripmas Karol 2010-2011
    CALL TO POETS, MUSICIANS & WRITERS ETC.

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

    Krip-Hop Kripmas Karol will be an international project and that means artists, writers, poets and musicians with disabilities and allies from around the world are welcome to send in their pieces.

    Kripmas Karols form Around the World by artists, poets & musicians with disabilities and allies. Throughout 2010 Krip-Hop Nation will be asking for more poets, writers and musicians with disabilities to send their poems, songs lyrics, jingles etc to us to make a small pamphlet for the 2010 Holiday season. This is why, how it will work and what we’re looking for:

    Why: Every Holiday season (December) mainstream media uses a charity frame to make people give and most of the times it is people who are poor, elderly and people with disabilities that are caught up in this frame with no voice. We have all seen it: “Serving the Homeless!” or “Toys for the Disabled!” And the list\framing goes on. So Poor Magazine & Krip-Hop Nation wants to help in taking back that frame with our own Christmas carols what we call Kripmas Karols. You don’t have to be a person with a disability to be involved with this project but u do need to spit/write some activist lyrics, poems, jingles ect.

    What to submit: Original poems, songs, jingles, short stories with an hardcore activist message about the ways we are used as pity and charity during the holiday season are welcome. The goal is to flip the pity/charity message with our own Christmas carol, song, poem, story and whatever. Email them to Leroy Moore at kriphopproject@yahoo.com. Although this project will be ongoing there are two deadlines: 1) The end of Jan. 2010 to promote through the Internet to get more artists and (2) September 2010 to go to print for the 2010 Holidays. Krip-Hop Nation will try to send each artist a copy of the small pamphlet. The pamphlet will be used for education purposes and not for sale. Your rights to your piece stays with you and you can publish your piece elsewhere. Krip-Hop Nation only ask if you do publish your piece elsewhere just to mention it was printed for Krip-Hop Kripmas pamphlet of 2010. With your permission Krip-Hop Nation & Poor Magazine would like to also post your Krip-Hop Kripmas Karols on social network sites like Face book, MySpace and on Poor Magazine Site.

    If you’re down then drop me an email at kriphopproject@yahoo.com Include your name, title of the piece, your email address and date when the piece was written and where are you located.

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  • At Beitbridge Border Post

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

    Consider this pinpoint of entry at Beitbridge

    And loose control to the neurosis of this border

    To paper passports, rubber stamps and ink

    That simply professes where one belongs

    Consider also the money-mongering border-man

    Maybe he is trying to uphold the order of things

    Maybe he is trying to survive through this order of things.



    The order of things is now more stunning

    That when they were running out of their country

    Nobody showed anyone passports, rubber stamps and ink

    Entries and exits were at every point

    Without this stunning awareness of this border

    So time, like water, flows away and is soon forgotten

    And the raven shivers into the wind at this point of entry.



    From a breathe of a connection

    From the brutality of denying this connection

    From borders become electric walls

    From bonds broken by borders

    From standing all day long at border post counters

    From standing all day long at home affairs offices



    From laws made to make us feel illegal

    From eyes which tell which land belongs to which people

    From sleeping all night long in tall birch trees

    From a pack of hungry lions

    From a pack of border-gangsters, hyenas and wild dogs.



    The voices are still coming up from the river

    The river roars into our ears one song

    Of the history of a people who have lost their way

    Over and over again.



    It is a hammer’s job that trampled the place we were born

    Our country is now a bleeding wound that cannot contain us

    But in the looking we discover the absence of blood

    Whilst we stumble along this mad road

    Of becoming citizens in another country

    And being fully human some day.



    So we live in a remembered sorrow

    The lost ones are like this-an unborn soul

    The ones left alone, humankind’s bastard daughter

    Just a colourless corpse!



    It is an African phenomenon, I tell you

    It is the thing that has come out of all of Africa

    Like an imitation of an imitation

    But always pretending to ourselves

    What selves, I ask you

    Broken men, broken women, broken children

    Broken, broken, broken, broken, broken.

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  • We are not animals in the hood

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Communities of color in poverty throughout California stand together to resist the Zoo-ifying of our people through LA Gang Tours

     

     
     

    by Lisa Gray-Garcia/PNN

    When I read with terror and disbelief about the proposed Gang Tours of Los Angeles, I was reminded of the well-meaning, neo-liberal, writer of the early 20th century, Charles Dickens, who launched a deadly media-based campaign of poor people fetishizing when he toured, surveyed, studied and reported on the Manhattan tenements a.k.a the dwellings/residences/ roofs of thousands of poor immigrants in the New York at the turn of the century. When Dickens published his report in the New York Times which became instrumental in the displacement of thousands of poor people out of New York, he characterized the tenements as deplorable cesspools. The subsequent demolitions of thousands of buildings in New York housing poor folks was for our own good, the social workers, city planners and real estate speculators told us, for the betterment of us seething, unwashed masses of poor people, unable to care for ourselves, speak for ourselves, or think for ourselves, our children or our homes.. Silenced people they were, we are, intentionally unheard , talked about, studied, gazed upon, critiqued and researched.

    To be fair Dickens didnt invent poor people/indigenous people fetishizing, we have anthropology, ethnography, politicians and psychiatry to thank for that since the beginning of time. From Daniel Moynihan pathologizing , single, African descendent, mother headed households as broken, which led to the criminalizing welfare codes we welfare dependent mamas struggle with today to the poverty tours of favelas in Brazil people have been speaking for, studying on, and talking about poor people without ever really listening to us, talking with us, or properly compensating us for our images and knowledge for hundreds of years, but nowadays we have reality shows, tourism, corporate media and the non-profit industrial complex to truly progress us all into the complete and utter zoo-ifying of us poor people of color or as my fellow PNN poverty and migrant scholar Muteado Silencio says, "We are not animals in the 'hood."

    And in the case of the bizarre, wrong-headed-ness of the LA Gang Tours and its non-profit organization of the same name, once again it is staffed by well-meaning advocates who aim to Save Lives, Create Jobs and Rebuild Communities, as their tag-line says. We are told by staffers and their corporate and non-corporate advocates that bus tours through gritty, neighborhoods peopled by poor youth of color caught up in violence, drugs and poverty, is for our own good. It will bring us jobs and opportunities and hope.

    One of the many oxymoronic aspects of this concept is the notion, just like Dickens reported, that our neighborhoods, our communities, our corners, our schools, and our homes, are crazy, dirty, sick, disgusting and must be cleaned up, cleaned out and eradicated, hygienic metaphors about humans scattered about with impunity. And the complete and utter disregard for the fact that in everyone of these so-called, blighted neighborhoods, filthy apartment buildings and poor people schools, homes and communities, there are families and elders and children of color who are living, thriving, learning, and resisting. There are heroes, and leaders, and lecturers and healers, and dreamers and teachers, and poets and artists, revolutionaries and scholars. And it is only the people who have engaged in philanthropy pimping, colonized learning and formal institutions of helping that get honored, recognized and listened to for their heroism, beauty, power and agency.

    It is the reason that POOR Magazine launched the PeopleSkool and promotes the notion of poverty scholarship. It is the reason we launched PoorNewsNetwork/PNN and a non-heirarchal form of media creation based on indigenous teachings and eldership. It is why we create our own research and up-end all forms of institutional domination. It is the reason we resist the notion that there is only one form of legitimate education, research and media production.

    Try raising a child in poverty with very little money and almost no support, try taking care of an elder, or keeping your family fed, try healing outside of the western Medical industrial complex. Try eating well in the hood or being endlessly po'lice harassed, racially profiled and messed with. These things happen and they dont happen. Heroism happens, beauty happens, art happens, violence happens, just like it does everywhere.

    Last year when I did a walk-through of the Tenement museum of New York, I learned that several hundred extremely poor mothers and fathers of 9 and 10 children managed to raise and feed and clothe their children with no indoor plumbing in a room the size of a closet. Try doing that. Tell me that mama or daddy isnt a hero, a scholar.

    My poor single mama of color raised me alone in several of the neighborhoods slated for gang tours. In our Compton, Wilmos, East LA neighborhoods, we had gangs, which arguably were many more things than one colonized notion of violence, but we also had tamale vendors, muralists, break-dancers, poets, micro-business people, hip hop DJ's, low-rider car-art, lovers, grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles and aunties.

    I started this piece by saying I had terror in my heart about the gang tours, but be clear its not terror for the poor, unsuspecting tourist, default colonizers and 21st century missionaries, stumbling and trampling over our communities and cultures as the well-meaning gang tours commence, rather, its terror for the residents of the proposed tour sites, and so I caution all of the community members, families and young people to hold on carefully to their purses, wallets, belongings, poetry, art and scholarship, cause, well, you know how dangerous those tourists can be.

     

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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

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    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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  • Fool's Goal

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    CW Nevius is profiling poor folks again for corporate media gain

    by Brother Y/PNN

    Apparently the devious one is at it again.

    The deviant one being none other than devious Nevious the San Francisco Chronicles

    Resident master of misinformation or should I just say liar?

    No matter how you slice it the truth is seldomly anywhere near Nevious.

    His latest pack of lies is once again directed towards the residents of Golden Gate Park

    Located in the scenic and as of late classist section of San Francisco known as the Haight.

    Well as I have stated on many occaisions thereis a reason they call it the Haight,the hate!

    Anyhow in the devious ones latest rants he still attacks the needle exchange and in the same breath admits that there are not nearly as many stray needles due to the valiant effort of the volunteers of this organization.

    Further more he continues to label the neighborhood recycling center “an a.t.m. for the homeless.”

    Who is it that he is trying to impress anyhow, a bunch of bigotted intolerant 5 year old’s?

    Because after all even the average 8 year old knows that in order to withdraw money from an a.t.m. money must be deposited in the bank to begin with.

    The homeless in G.G.P. and impoverished recyclers in any part of the city have paid their “dues” or made their “deposits” in general time and time again in every way possible.

    Not very long ago recyclers could not receive the full deposit price of bottles or cans but instead had to settle for pennies on the dollar for payment because recycle companies circumvented the California deposit law and made payment by weight not volume.

    The poor recyclers must dig through the garbage of others and come across only God knows what to reap a meager wage that will afford them a meal or 2 at Mcdonalds

    [again the devious trips over another of his lie’s only to speak the truth] and or alcohol

    and or other drug at least according to Devious

    Imagine that people having a strong enough work ethic to feed themselves and pay for their own vices!

    Can you say independence?

    Last I checked all paper U.S. currency states “This note is legal tender for all debts public and private”.

    To put it another way what people do with their money is their own business. [as in mind your own business! And incidently one of the great slogans of Alcoholics Anonymous and other 12 step organizations that help people overcome substance abuse problems is “live and let live” In other words mind your own business! If you don’t like it call your sponsor and by the way before you call your sponsor be sure to mind your own business!

    The thing that is the most obvious to me is inspite of the fact that the Chronicle is in the red they are still able to pay the deviant one enough money for him to follow each and everyone of the recyclers around to see what and where they eat as well as what their particular vices are!

    Unfortunately the fact that Nevious and other intolerants [they are such unfortunates!] forget about or choose to ignore is that upto 30% of the homeless in San Francisco are disabled American Veterans,many of whom “killed for their country”were willing to die for it and suffered many physical, emotional and mental injuries post traumatic stress disorder not being the least of them

    Yet according to Nevious {and apparently mayor Gavin Newsom who just recently pushed a bill through to make it illegal for anyone beside big business recycling companies to sort through recycling bins on the street in San Francisco] shouldn’t have the right to hustle up enough money to get the images of death burning and bombed villages temporarily out of their minds.

    The big whopping lie that Nevious tells that probably not be obvious to the average square is his claim that during a recent stroll through G.G.P. is dozens of people running up to him offering to sell him marijuana and crack.

    According to him when offering “nuggs” or “nuggets” this is slang for crack.

    The only similarity between crack and “nuggets” is they are both listed as schedule #1 drugs. How utterly unfair for the poor nuggs! After all nugges is jus a slang word for marijuana buds, so named because oft times the many faceted bud nodules resemble gold nuggets! Remember this is San Francisco where the gold rush began.

    Don’t take my word for it though look it up for yourself on wikapedia.

    After you do don’t mind your own business, tell Nevious to take a hike somewhere far away from Golden Gate Park though, seems like everytime he walks through there he sticks his foot in it!

    ‘Nuff said

    Brother Y!

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  • What A time! or I may learn late but I do learn.

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Some wounds are self inflicted.

    No fatal errors made by not listening.

    I do dumb things sometimes.

    Just don't repeat same error twice.

    This year was amber slow...

    Let stuff past ebb and flow.

    by Joseph Bolden

    What A Time! I may learn late but I do learn.

    I have not written much traveled a bit and through my not hearing or really listening managed to wound myself, frighten, hurt, cause distrust of someone dear.

    Its been a month in a half since the self infliction.

    Still don’t know if bonds can be retied to made stronger so as to never be strained to near breakage ever again.

    One makes an error in judgment and pays consequence or instant karma.

    That’s one good aspect of instant karma; you need not wait for another life time for retribution I’ve received mine thought a true end of the outcome has yet to be determined.

    I can be really dense as a stainless steel/cobalt -diamond metal block sometimes however lessons learned this summer past will stand me in good stead all matter of strictly personal relationships.

    Many people will benefit from lessons that should have been learned long ago – better lessons are learned late than never at all is my humble opinion.

    With that said another less valuable lesson has taught me not to ever -volunteer monies to any organization, fraternity, or clubs sent by mail.

    The National Police & Trooper Association for instance.

    Yes, brave men, women, of the highway patrol keep our freeways safe and sadly loss of life does happen and donations to families of fallen officers suffer horribly in these tragic circumstances.

    Most officers are fair, decent, law abiding workers protecting us every day.

    I decided to send what little money I could between $35 & $45 because I was able to at the time but being one of ‘Po folk living on 6th Street dead in the middle of the Tenderloin District of San Francisco I cannot pony up that little bit of cash each month.

    It begins with a phone call by an officer quickly detailing the urgent need of dollars sent.

    I did heed the call saying money will be sent.

    So when I sent it first to one association or organization it made me feel proud that what little sent helps a family or individual who’ve suffered a devastating, psychological, and heart wrenching loss.

    Then, a month later another urgent call and I may send cash if I have it.

    But then its California State Firefighters Association.

    By this time there isn’t money for then between rent, food, (free and bought), dating, and travel in-around-or out of the city there’s little money left to send but the phone calls keep coming and are insistent on getting what I said I can give but circumstances no allow me able to do.

    The letters come, pile up, phone messages also pile up.

    I’m glad I don’t have a car because I feel a patrol car would stop me for that purpose which may or may not have happened to a few people.

    My solution besides ignoring the pleads is writing this column because being as poor I should not have sent that first money order.

    I wonder if wealthier city folks have tax lawyer's, accountants, or by other means have an automatic give-so-much-to policy so they’re not bothered by near harassing phone calls?

    However this has taught me that whatever desire I have as a very poor though tax paying citizen only when I’m in a position to really do an annual give-to-policy only then will I then give what I can when I can.

    As for other organizations I’d like to join but cannot due to my economic status they are few but when I do finally join I hope to my money’s worth because those orgs, clubs, associations, fraternities, societies, and such will loom ever more prominent as time goes on.

    Which? Well, if you’ve read my past columns you’d know or have an inkling.

    For now, I can only check the web, read articles, or books on the subjects that have my interests at heart.

    Any comments or questions please email poormagazine.org or jsph_bldn@yahoo.com or deeandtiny@gmail
    telljoe@poormagazine.org

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  • El Derecho a las Tierras Ancestrales / Right to Remain on Their Ancestral Lands

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    PNN-TV and PNN-on-line report

    by Muteado Silencio/PNN Voces de inmigrantes en resistencia

    Scroll down for English

    El Derecho alas Tierras Ancestrales

    “Para la gente Nativa Americana la tierra es todo”

    Tube la oportunidad de escuchar a Danny Blackgoat, maestro (Sha’olta’i) interprete, guia de la gente Diné. Los Navajos se nombraron Diné, o “la gente’. En 1868, un “tratado de paz” fue firmado dando el derecho ala gente Navajo a regresar a sus tierras. Ahora la tribu Navajo representa la mas grande en las Amerikkkas alargandose en los altos desiertos y bosques de los cuatro esquinas de Arizona.

    Ahora los Diné estan haciendo confrontados con la lucha de mantener sus tierras Ancestrales. Quienes estan haciendo desplasados y reubicados por leyes introducidas por el govierno Amerikkano.

    En Montaña Grande en Black Mesa en tierras Navajo, donde

    generaciones han venido y pasado, donde 150,000 lunas de oraciones han transformado la tierra y el cielo.

    En lenguaje Navajo no hay una palabra para describir la reubicacion, reubicacion es desaparecer y nunca ser visto.

    Estan siendo desplasados y reubicados por hecho de que en Black Mesa contiene los depositos mas grandes de carbon en Amerikkka, como 100 millones de barriles de petroleo, 25 trillones cubicos cuadrados de gas natural, 80 billones de libras de Uranio.

    En este momento los que toman desiciones en Washington D.C. planean formas para quitarles las tierras y extraer minerales de la tierra. Las
    Compañia de carbon estan dando fondos a los Republicanos y Democratas porque tienen interes para que los ayuden.

    Peabody Compañia de Carbon es las mas grande en el mundo, yactualmente planea expander sus operaciones.

    Peabody Compañia de Carbon ha destruido tumbas, lugares sagrados, santuarios designados especificamente para ofrendas, prevencion de practicas rituales.

    Podemos analizar como una y otra vez corporaciones desplasan a gente Indigena no solo en Norte Amerikkka pero tambien la tribu Mapuche en Ecuador en Sur America donde luchan contra Chevron que derramo petroleo en la Amazona.

    Donde gente esta siendo forzada de tomar agua contaminada o morir de sed, donde se encuentran toxicos en la tierra.

    “ El genocidio continua contra la gente Indigena con mucha fuerza, que podemos hacer”

    Habra una caravana de gente una vez mas quienes viajaran cruzando estados de la union Amerikkkana para mostrar su apoyo a la gente de la Montaña Grande, en la nacion Navajo. En parte de la gente, sus tierras Ancestrales sagradas y por la futuras generaciones, estas comunidades siguen luchando y resistiendo los efuerzos del govierno, quien actua a favor de los intereses de Peabody Compañia de Carbon, cuales a desvastado comunidades y ecosistemas tambien el clima del planeta con la violacion de Black Mesa.

    En este mes de la Historia Nativa Americana nos levantamos, protestamos, luchamos juntos a nuestros hermanos y hermanas de cualquiera manera necesaria.

    “Una lesión a uno es una lesión para todos”

    Right to Remain on Their Ancestral Lands

    “For native people land means everything”

    I had the opportunity to listen to Danny Blackgoat, teacher (Sha’olta’i), interpreter, guide from the Diné people. The Navajo refer to themselves as the Diné, or “the people”. In 1868, a “peace treaty” was signed allowing the Navajo people to return to their homeland. Today the Navajo Tribe represents the largest Indian Tribe in the Amerikkkas and stretches across the high deserts and forests of the four corners region.

    Now the Diné are been confronted with struggling to keep their ancestral land, who are been displace and relocate by a policy introduce by the government of the united snakes of Amerikkka.

    In Big Mountain in Black Mesa on the Navajo reservation, where many generations have come and past, where 150,000 moons of praying have shape and bound land and sky.

    In the Navajo language there is no word for relocation, to relocate is to disappear never seen again.

    They are been displace and relocate for the sole reason that Black Mesa has one of the largest remaining deposits of coal in the Amerikkkas, about 100 millions of barrels of oil, 25 trillions of cubic of natural gas, 80 billions of pounds of uranium.

    At this moment the decision makers in Washington D.C. are planning ways to seize tribal lands to extract mineral resources. The coal companies are funding both the Republican and Democratic parties because they have huge interests.

    Peabody Coal Company is the world’s largest coal company, currently has plans to expand its strip mine operations.

    Peabody Coal Company has completely dug up burials, sacred sites, and shrines designated specifically for offerings, preventing religious practices.

    We see over and over again companies displacing Indigenous people not only in North America but also the Mapuche tribe of Ecuador in South America that is fighting against Chevron who spill oil in the Amazon.

    Where people are force to drink contaminated water and high levels of toxics can be found on the ground.

    “The genocide continues for Indigenous people in full force what can we do about it”

    A caravan of work crews will once again be converging from across the country in support of residents of Big Mountain regions of Black Mesa, Navajo Nation. On behalf of their peoples, their sacred ancestral lands and future generations, these communities continue to carry out a staunch resistance to the efforts of the U.S. government, which is acting in the interests of the Peabody Coal Company, to devastate whole communities and ecosystems and greatly de-stabilize our planet’s climate with their Black Mesa coal mining operations.

    In November which is Native American History Month we stand with our brothers and sisters to fight to defend to not give up, by any means necessary.

    “A injury to one is an injury to all”

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  • A Joke

    09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    by Tony Robles/PNN

    Working for C & H Security is a trip. Been doing it little less than a year. You meet all kinds; people that have worked in other professions, traveled extensively by plane, train, bus or by not even leaving the ground. In security you are told your primary function is to observe and report; you’re told to be on the lookout for suspicious looking persons and/or activity. Some guys who do the job take it much too seriously, as if auditioning to appear on the TV show “cops” (as the pursuer, not the pursued, of course).

    I have met interesting people; Latinos who have forgotten they are Latino, Samoans who share their last bit of food with you and others who walk, breathe, talk and love in their own way.

    Some guards have forgotten that others like them (that is, those with arms, legs, noses, armpits, etc.) are human and not criminals. They make comments and tell jokes that show their petty biases and prejudices. One such cat is a Filipino guy who I worked with for several months. He would talk about black people at the supermarket he was hired to guard by the supermarket owners. He said that the black people had this black attitude. When people say this, what it means, as far as I am concerned is that black people somehow don’t love their elders, their mothers and fathers, their children. They don’t see the beauty in plants, the ocean, the moon, nature; that God doesn’t love them like he loves other people, and that, of course, they deserve to be locked up in a variety of jails or prisons, because that is, of course, where God thinks they should be. Then he told a joke that kind of went like this:

    Where do you end up when you cross the Bay Bridge?

    Answer: Africa (because of the large black population)

    I got up and walked out of the room. Sometimes this happens. You can’t find the words to counter the stupidity and you feel like a coward afterward. I should have told him a little about the history of African-Americans in the Philippines, namely the Philippine-American War; a war in which the US took over the Philippines after the Spanish-American war. This war killed hundreds of thousands of Filipinos who were fighting the colonial Spanish and, after they had been defeated, were once again colonized by another colonial power, the US. Black soldiers from the US known as “Buffalo Soldiers” were sent to fight in the islands (as well as in Cuba). When many of the soldiers saw how the Filipinos were being shot and dehumanized, those soldiers jumped to the Filipino side and fought against the United States. I didn’t tell him this. Maybe he should have known. Maybe he did know and forgot, or maybe he knew and just didn’t give a damn.

    But after a couple weeks I came up with a joke of my own

    What do you call a Filipino guy working as a guard for C & H Security?

    Answer: Nigga

    © 2009 Tony Robles

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  • All Cases, One Problem

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

    Po’lice brutality is a disease that has spread amongst and infected more than just the black and brown communities, and when it happens outside the “minority circle”, heads start to roll immediately. The response to SJ state student Phuong Ho’s unprovoked assault by po’lice was an typical outrage, but one can’t help but ask would Mr. ho’s unfortunate experience become the “posterboy” case of po’lice misconduct that leads the movement against po’lice terrorism?

    No case of po’lice brutality should go unheard, nor unpunished. However, when someone from an non-black or non-brown nation falls victim to this illegal elimination process, the case usually becomes a high priority. Again it poses a question to rather if it is a “high priority”, or if the po’lice are simply being “corrected” for “overstepping boundaries” of “who to, and not to violate”. The recent rise of po’lice terror and murder, particularly in the Asian communities has gained a lot of media attention, but it must not overshadow the many lives already lost from this age-old method to “patrol and control”. The lesson learned here is that no non-white community is immune to this type of treatment, and that it is arrogant for ANY nation to turn its’ nose or head up to the fact that po’lice terror exists.

    Another fact that receives little attention is the war the po’lice have declared on our youth. The children have been criminalized for not being able to rise above the oppression implemented with intentions on destroying them in the first place, thus resulting in a staggering rise of our children becoming a target for abuse and incarceration. Parents are constantly being denied the right to protect the well-being and destinies of the youth, while the nay saying political figures have unlimited means to systematically abuse our children.

    National day of protest against police brutality took place this past Thursday (22nd) where families and survivors alike came in small masses to tell their stories. This was the national day that fallen comrades and leaders such as Idriss Stelley, Cameron Boyd, Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, Bobby Hutton and Chairman Fred Hampton were remembered. For some of us at the gathering, it was an almost-new experience, but for those such as myself it was a wound re-opener and a slap-in-the face fact that regardless of our heroes and sheroes’ waterfalls of bloodshed, the struggle continues.

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