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  • Know Your Rights

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrong"KNOW YOUR RIGHTS" TRAINING Saturday June 30 11am-2pm./strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/372/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Copwatch/p pCopwatch will present information on what to do if you arebr / br /stopped by police, what your rights are, how to observe cops safelybr / br /and what you can do if the police violate your rights. Thisbr / br /training is free and open to the public. Learn how to documentbr / br /incidents of abuse and how we can work together to defend the civilbr / br /and human rights of all people in our communities./p pFor Information Contact Copwatch at (510) 548-0425br / br /Located at 2022 Blake Street (Near Shattuck Avenue in Berkeley)/p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • GET ON THE BUS!

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrongTHE CALIFORNIA ECONOMIC HUMAN RIGHTS BUS TOUR CALIFORNIA MAY 29- MAY 31, 2001/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/339/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Food First/p pTo help build the national movement for economic human rights in the United States, Food First is organizing the 2001 Economic Human Rights Bus Tour in California to be held from May 29 to 31. This follow-up to our successful 1999 Georgia Bus Tour is drawing public attention to growing poverty and hunger in this country, and the powerful grassroots campaigns that are addressing these injustices. We are pleased to be endorsed by the fifty-four member Congressional Progressive Caucus and more than two hundred organizations from across the country./p pRepresentative John Conyers called Food First’s 1999 tour "the most important thing I’ve done this year." With this in mind, the 2001 tour is again bringing congressional representatives, state legislators, local officials, and the national media on the bus. They're hearing first-hand testimonies and policy recommendations, emphasizing the need for bolder initiatives and a greater community role in policy making. /p pThe tour highlights campaigns for justice in California and is expanding the call for economic human rights to a national level. Stops include a kickoff event at the St. Mary’s Center in Oakland, a downtown Oakland walking tour hosted by Building Opportunities for Self Sufficiency (BOSS) of low income housing that is slated for destruction and business development, and the Day Labor Program in San Francisco. On our third day we'll visit the fields of the Central Coast to witness the fight by the United Farm Workers, Lideres Campesinas, and others for fundamental economic human rights to safe working conditions and access to basic health care. /p pAssaults on our country’s working poor continue to accelerate, and the California Economic Human Rights Bus Tour is a timely and dynamic opportunity to strengthen our networks in support of justice. Join with us in demanding economic human rights in the United States. /p pFor further information on the California Bus Tour and the national movement for Economic Human Rights, please visit our website at a href="http://www.foodfirst.org" title="www.foodfirst.org"www.foodfirst.org/a and contact us at a href="mailto:humanrights@foodfirst.org"humanrights@foodfirst.org/a or call (510) 654-4400 x235. /p pItinerary for Economic Human Rights Bus Tour in California May 29th - 31st, 2001br / (current as of May 25th , 2001)/p pTuesday May 29th - Oakland/p pnoon Kickoff at St. Mary’s Center and lunch – 635 22nd Street/p p1:00 pm Housing Crisis walking tour with Building Opportunities for Selfbr / Sufficiency/p p2:45 pm Public Hearing, St. Mary’s Center/p p5:30 pm First Congregational Church – UCC, Public event – 27th br / Harrison Streets/p pWednesday May 30th - San Francisco/p p9:30 am Day Labor Program – Franklin Square Park – 17th Hampshire, The Mission/p p11:30 am St. Anthony's Foundation and lunch – 121 Golden Gate Ave, Downtown/p p2:30 pm Heron’s Head Park /Bayview Hunter’s Point – Pier 98, East endbr / of Cargo Way/p p5:00 pm Community Bridges Beacon at Everett School - 450 Church St, Thebr / Mission/p pThursday May 31st - Salinas / Watsonville /p p7:30 am Board bus at Downtown Berkeley BART 10:30 am UFW field visit -Davenportbr / Noon UFW site visit, lunch – La Manzana Center -Watsonvillebr / 2:00 pm Teamsters 890 Meeting Hall - Salinasbr / with Lideres Campesinas, The Citizenship Project, The Center for Community Advocacybr / 4:15 pm AMO Organics’ Dorrance Ranch - Hollisterbr / 4:45 pm Return to Bay Areabr / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • To Pawn or to Perish

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrongLow income people across California are forced to pawn off their belongings just to pay for their inflated PGE bills/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/371/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Linda Washington /p pI have lived through alot.. the death of my first son - teen pregnancy of my daughter -a job doing manual labor for 32 years job and the endless struggle to get through every day with the severe arthritis that I have had for the last six years and yet nothing has made me feel quite as defeated as I did the other day....It all started at about 6 am when I got up for work -the sun seemed to light up my tiny kitchen more than usual- but it wasn’t a bright cheery light that made me feel like my usual hopeful self - it was just a glare... an odd glare that made every thing look dull and disordered - but perhaps it was me - a dull and disordered me who didn’t want to have to pick one of several favorite belongings to take to the pawn shop on that day - so I could get enough money to pay my PG E bill - but that was another story - /p pYou see, two months ago when this whole mess started with the alleged “energy crisis” I began to get a sinking feeling in my stomach because I knew something was seroiously wrong- and yet almost everything I read about the “crisis” confused me more - so I stopped trying to figure it out and ended up just feeling angry- angry that the big money corporations were duping me so blatantly and that I was truly unable to do anything about it- I kept up with some of the activism launched by Global Exchange but I wasn’t much of an activist and besides, after struggling to get through each day - I barely had time to sleep - much-less, be “pro-active” so on I went, angry and impotent.Then I got my bill.. $346.00 - this was a 120 percent increase - this was more than I spent on food, clothing and medication- this was more than I had.to my name......../p pI began to look around my room - I prayed, I wept.. I prayed again... I had always paid my bills..mostly on time or if I couldn’t - I would hold off on that purchase or vow to stop buying anymore furniture...or....- well, this was different- I could never stop being in this form of debt- and even worse- I could never see being able to pay these bills- That’ s when I started to look around my little apartment for something to sell- something to hand over to the omnipresent jaws of the neighborhood loan shark, pawn shop - call it what you like- it meant one thing- I would never see one or more of my valuables ever again- /p p“$85.00”, he spit out the words without as much as a glance up from his papers. /p p“You’ve got to be kidding that’s worth at least $200.00- I said, pointing a shaking finger at my VCR. I had chosen the CD player and the VCR, this meant no more movies from the Video store- this meant no more soft music to soothe me to sleep - and yet he didn’t look up../p p“ I said 85.00 - that’s all I can give you lady- take it or leave it” He was shaking his head in unison with his words./p p“OK” I said, knowing that I would have to take the only piece of jewelry I owned back to the store. If I was lucky, it might make the rest of the bill.../p pI PNN contributor Linda Washington who lives and works in Oakland, Ca. wrote this with co-editor, Lisa Gray-Garcia, as part of POOR’s writer facilitation project which aims to give voice to low and no income voices locally and globally/ibr / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • 20,000 gone: Stop the exodus

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrongBlack population in SF drops 23% since 1990/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Kaponda/p pSan Francisco - It seems like a century has passed since then-President George Bush Sr. watched the Oakland Athletics and San Francisco Giants play in the World Series. It seems even longer since the term “people friendly” was used in connection with the housing and job market. But it’s been only a decade since that 1990 World Series, and in those 10 years, according to newly released census figures, San Francisco has suffered a net loss of nearly 20,000 African Americans. /p pWhile U.S. Census 2000 data suggest that America is a wealthy nation with a robust economy, reporting that the total population of every state in America has increased since 1990, the Black population in San Francisco has declined by 23 percent./p pFrom a high of 88,343 in 1970, San Francisco’s Black population dropped 4 percent to 84,857 in 1980, another 10 percent to 76,343 in 1990, and now 23 percent to 58,791 in 2000. Census experts had projected that the number of African Americans in San Francisco would rise to 79,095 over the past decade, assuming normal rates of births and deaths and migration in and out of the City./p pThis disappearance of one-fourth of San Francisco’s Black citizens in a single decade is no doubt a result of persistent economic discrimination and unaffordable housing. Blacks are locked out of jobs and business opportunities in both boom times and bust, while housing prices were pushed sky high by the once hot high-tech industry. More statistics on how and why the exodus is occurring, however, won’t be available for about six months, until census housing and income statistics are released in the fall. /p pThe epicenter of this earthshaking phenomenon is Silicon Valley. The impact of unbridled development that began there has radiated throughout nearby counties and communities, leaving in its wake displaced working-class families and cultural devastation.br / In 1990, the African American population in San Mateo County was 34,018, before the drastic impact of the out-of-control housing market. According to the data from Census 2000, however, 23,778 Blacks reside in San Mateo County today, a decrease of one third.br / In Santa Clara County, home to 52,860 African Americans in 1990, the Black population has dropped to only 44,475, a decrease of 16 percent./p pOver 600 Blacks disappeared from Marin County, as the population dropped from 7,552 in 1990 to 6,946, a decline of 6 percent./p pEven in heavily Black Alameda County, the African American population decreased 6 percent, from 223,994 in 1990 to 211,124 in 2000, a loss of 12,870 people./p pU.S. Census 2000 will be used to realign congressional, state legislative and City supervisorial districts, taking into account population shifts since the last census in 1990, to assure equal representation in compliance with the “one person, one vote” principle of the 1965 Voting Rights Act. Because of the legislative significance of the data, I asked Supervisor Sophie Maxwell, who represents District 10, the heart of Black San Francisco, what could be causing the flight of African Americans from this and other counties bordering the high-tech hub? /p p“I think it’s twofold: the lack of affordable housing and the lack of the kinds of jobs that allow you to afford the housing that is available. So, economically, we (African Americans) are not getting into the types of jobs that will allow us to make the money to afford the homes,” she said. /p p“They are not building affordable homes that relate to the same jobs that we have. We are in the service industries: bus drivers, cab drivers, hospital workers, social workers, and teachers. Historically, those industries do not make a lot of money. I think this is the reason why we are no longer here,” stated Supervisor Maxwell./p pAt the Board of Supervisors meeting Monday, April 3, Supervisor Chris Daly called for a hearing into the reasons for the decline in San Francisco’s African American population. Supervisor Maxwell said she would bring to the hearing “some solutions and answers and things that we can do and work on so we can eliminate this problem, forever. I think that marketing, showing people that you want them to be there by providing the kind of jobs that will allow them to be able to live where they can work, is a solution.” The Bay View will announce the date and time of the hearing as soon as it is set./p pThis may be the year that the Giants or the Oakland Athletics return to the World Series. And with the help of proposals Supervisor Maxwell and others bring to the hearing, it also may be the year that African Americans begin to return to San Francisco./p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • The Wedding Zone, Part I

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrong pbFriends and family of my brother and his fiancée are on their way, by car or by jet, to Las Vagas, Nevada. p/p/b/p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joseph Bolden/p pThis column is dedicated to anyone born with a rotten sense of direction who dreads driving, walking, flying, or taking trains or other kinds transportation to destinations unknown. This is not for the know-it-alls who, with only vague approximations from others maintain perfect or near perfect powers of direction. Like the perfect pitch musicians and singers are gifted with, some of us have gifts in abundance while most can only look on admire this true talent./p pIt has taken me three weeks to get over my brother’s marriage, not the marriage itself, but gearing up for the special event and going to it./p pSuddenly there were new clothes to buy, work to be missed for a few days, money to be taken out of the bank, maps to be read, and studies to be done on how tospend less on food than gas./p pMy mother, brother, and I live in three separate areas of California—Fairfield, San Jose, and San Francisco. /p pIt is lucky for me that some years ago, while emptying trash from my one- room apartment there was a dirty brand name portable icebox. You know the kind, They are multi-colored and rubber-lined for water proofing when filled and perfect for keeping sandwiches, sodas, water, or whatever is placed inside in deep cold until ready for use./p pI was glad to have something of value to contribute, since I didn’t have enough money to buy gifts for the bride or broom on such short notice./p pPresent at the wedding were my immediate family, the couple to be wed, their close friends, and two more relatives from out of town. My mother bought me a complete suit that decked me out from head to toe as well as one for my brother./p pThe wedding was to take place in Las Vagas, Nevada. I will not name the hotel casino where we were because immediately after the wedding there was a medical emergency, It was one of the rare times I was glad that there were persons with cell phones who could call an ambulance for medical help./p pEven before that incident, two weeks before I was a nervous wreck worrying about gifts I could not buy, Do I have a gambler’s genes, or do I write about this another time. So many questions were swimming in my head as I rode the Richmond BART to the El Cerrito del Norte station.br / br /My mother picked me up at the station to drive me to Fairfield. All of my new clothes were in a clean, dry, aluminum-lined portable icebox whose brand name will remain unknown, since I don’t want to give a free plug unless it’s a charity or I’m paid a few dollars. The aluminum provides extra padding that will protect both the icebox and the new clothes within.br / br /At this point I have never used the icebox. I have only cleaned it. Its use as a carrying case is only for purposes of not damaging the clothes. At my mother’s home, I carefully took the clothes from the icebox and hung them up carefully. /p pI placed the icebox in the bathtub and took the foil out for reuse, before running water in it. Then I closed the box and let it sit./p pThis is the background, before my trip to Las Vagas, Navada.I dislike doing a second part to this; however, if I didn’t no one would believe how people with a map can go so wrong, both to and from Las Vagas, Nevada. But it is a true story./p pbPlease send donations to Poor Magazine C/0 Ask Joe at 255 9th St.Street, San Francisco, CA 94103 USAbr / For Joe only my snail mail: PO Box 1230 #645br / Market St. San Francisco, CA 94102br / Email:askjoe@poormagazine.org/b/p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • The Next Anti-War Movement

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    A first person narrative on Harm Reduction and the War on drugs

    by Anna Morrow

    I'm walking north on Van Ness headed for the War Memorial building. It's early on a weekday morning; the day is crisp and bright and I'm feeling lucky. I have been granted a full scholarship to attend the 3rd annual Bridging the Gap conference in San Francisco. People from all over the world will be gathering to share information and discuss issues relevant to drug addiction and treatment, from a Harm Reduction perspective. I'm new to the world of Harm Reduction, and as a refugee from the drug wars, am intuitively drawn to learn more about this (not so new) drug treatment model.

    I enter the heavy glass and brass doors and am immediately swallowed into the giant marble lobby. My eyes adjust to the dim light and my body stiffens with the drop in temperature. I look around and see many who appear to be, like me, from the front line of the war on drugs, gathering schedules and packets. I press my name tag against my shirt as I follow a thin stream of people walking upstairs. I find a plush seat in the balcony and relax into the expansive hollow of this old theatre. I close my eyes to feel the undercurrent of anticipation swimming up from the seats below. This is hardly a sold-out event, and I have the distinct feeling that I am participating in something cutting-edge; like those of us gathered here today will be seen by those living 50 years from now as “ahead of our time.” I see people of varied races, incomes, and education, and again feel lucky to be among them.

    The day begins with an introductory speech from our infamous mayor. I let his words float around my ears without actually grasping at the full message. I don't want to get caught up in my own cynicism before the day has even begun. I applaud when he's finished letting the excitment of the day squash the lingering memory of Wille saying " We are about making life wonderful for everyone!" I clap harder, and remind myself that this is the mayor of the first city in the nation to adopt Harm Reduction as it's official policy.

    The first speaker is an older gentleman from Australia named Tony Triningham. With a fuzzy white beard and a round, protruding belly, he looks warm and cuddly, like a big koala bear. We are told that his life work has changed since hgis son Damien died of heroin overdose in 1997. Since then he has been on a mission to eradicate the prejudice and stigma associated with drugs and drug users. It is clear that this man loved his son and still does. He speaks from his heart, and his story resonates and reflects a similar truth for many of us here, I'm sure. Our friends and loved ones are dying, and it hurts. This war on drugs is not working. Our family members are locked up or buried, and our society’s morals around drugs and drug users does not represent the individual realities we are all living.

    He has tears in his throat as he prepares to show us slides of his son. As the lights go down we are taken into a world of memories: Damien, tiny and new swaddled tightly in a blanket, at 4 riding his bike and displaying an exaggerated toothless smile, at 7 in his Halloween costume, clutching his bag of candy, at 10 playing soccer, captured in full stride running across the field, at 12 posing with a trophy lifted high above his head, at 18 in his graduation cap and gown, and then at 24, his decomposing body sprawled across the dirty back stairs of a building, dead, with a syringe laying next to him. It is an avoidable collision with truth: we do not wage a war on drugs. We wage a war on people, on our brothers and sisters, wives, husbands and lovers. And on our children.

    The lights go back up and I can not disguise my own tears. People around me are sniffling and woman are searching for tissues. he has made his point. The room seems to fill with a silent yet palpable aura of empathy. I can feel it hovering around me and renew my commitment to help end the suffering any way I can. It is past time to end the war on drugs. I am hoping that Harm Reduction will be seen as the anti-war movement of the 21st century.

    We are all affected by the devastation of this war. When one addict dies, everyone who ever knew or loved them is affected; lives forever altered by loss and sorrow that can not be undone. People may hate drugs, but we love people who are addicted to these drugs. The horrendous fate of this disease is,
    emotional, spiritual and in too many cases, physical death. It is from the bleak, narrow-minded insistence that abstinence be the only acceptable road to recovery, that people are forced to follow the course of thier disease alone. The stigma associated with drug use and the disease of addiction causes homicide.

    There is a different value placed on the death of drug addicts. Addicts are forced to pursue their addiction in such secrecy and isolation that they are dead before they can receive any help. Harm Reduction recognizes that a person must first be kept alive if there is any hope for recovery. Where there is life there is hope. Harm Reduction sees the reduction of drug-related fatalities as a primary goal, not neccesarily abstinence.

    After the presentations in the auditorium, the conference participants are given a selection of more intimate workshops to choose from. I consider attending Fundamental Principles of Harm Reduction, but instead choose Facilitating Group Process in Harm Reduction.

    The small room is a welcome contrast to the enormous auditorium we had been in all morning. I take a seat towards the front and study the faces of the people filing in. How many here are recovering addicts like me? More than half, I suspect. Almost everyone else is probably a drug counselor or therapist or nurse.

    A tall, slender woman with salty-dark, shoulder-length hair steps to the front of the room. On a flip chart she draws a straight line in blue marker, then divides the line in half. "This is the way abstinence based treatment programs view addiction," she explains. “Addicted/ Not Addicted. Which, in terms of illegal drugs, equates to Use/Not Use. This model leaves very little room or opportunity for improvement, progress and success in treatment, and sees abstinence as it's main goal.”

    “Harm Reduction, on the other hand, sees drug use as existing along a continuum, with many points along a spiral.” She pauses to flip to a new sheet and draws a spiral. On the very outer point she writes, “No Use.” On the very center point she writes, “Chaos.” Unlike the black-and-white approach of the abstinence model , Harm Reduction believes that drug uses ranges from “no use” to “chaos,” with 5 points in between: Experimental, Occasional, Recreational- (where there will be some pattern and purpose to the use)- Heavy, and then Abuse. For Harm Reduction, abstinence is seen as one of many options beneath the umbrella of treatment options.

    Having illustrated these basic differentiations between the two schools of thought, she is ready to address the therapeutic components of Harm Reduction. The group therapy setting is intended to provide non-judgmental support without demands or pre-conceived expectations. Addicts are treated with dignity and respect and are viewed as experts in their own addiction and treatment. The facilitator is seeking to help the individual determine a goal, help them identify behaviors that may be hindering progress towards that goal, then managing or eliminating that behavior. In all instances therapy is facilitated- not enforced- and individuals are not coerced into meeting outside expectations.

    I can't help but think that if Harm Reduction had been available to me I could have saved myself years of self-destruction. As it was, there was no place to take myself in the early phases of relapse that could have provided a safety net to my inevitable fall from grace. My therapist at the time (whom I had been seeing for some 4 years out of 8 years of clean time) was unable to engage in covert treatment with me while I was using. We had a close relationship and so I, in my typical caretaking manner, was unwilling to jeopardize her ethically or legally by insisting that she see me anyway. So I left.

    It was clear to me that I was being "bad" by using and the only way for me to reclaim my previous status as a “good client" was to stop using. I chose to be bad; I was sucked willingly and somewhat gratefully into the familiar relief of drug addiction. Even though I had worked so hard to rebuild my life, one day at a time for so many years, the minute the drugs hit my system I was more than happy to leave it all behind. Once sincerely devoted to my recovery, my loyalty had instantaneously shifted back to drugs. I knew where that road would inevitably lead me: nowhere at best, or, more likely, to self-inflicted, self-destruction. But I didn't want to stop. As long as I could get high, I didn't care.

    When I was forced to forsake the valuable and supportive relationship with my therapist, I entered the mouth of the dragon alone. There simply was no other option for me then. I imagine for a moment how it might have been to come to a supportive, non-judgmental group while my life was unraveling. How would it have been to have someone near by as the slow erosion of my life took place? Could some of the pain been avoided if I had been eligible for treatment and services regardless of my active drug use? Instead, I slipped further and further down into the marginalized world of drug addiction. I was engaging in criminal activity – I was a criminal- and the negative consequences of identifying as an addict far outweighed the benefits of seeking treatment. As long as I was using, I had to make sure know one from the outside found out.

    Isolation is a toxic by-product of the war on drugs. How obvious it seems to me that to remove the stigma associated with drug use is to free those struggling with addiction to seek treatment and support. for many years I lived a double life. I spent much of my energy attemting to conceal my drug use from the people around me. I had managed to lie so effectively to others that I failed to realize the lies I was telling myself. This created a deep denial that made treatment for early recovery very difficult.

    Looking around the room, I wonder how many others had been forced to get clean in the white-knuckle, cold-turkey, grip-of-death way that I did. How many others not here died before that time came? And why should it be so hard to get help? The cruelty of forcing people with a disease to go through so much suffering enrages me. In our society’s unwillingness to confront the basic facts of this disease, such as relapse as a normal and expected component of recovery, we are shunning our fellow human being into a corner with fatal consequences.

    The day ends with a panel discussion about the recently passed Proposition 36, which is intended to divert non-violent drug offenders from incarceration into drug treatment. The voters in California passed this legislation by a landslide, perhaps pointing to the collective renouncing of the hypocrisy and ignorance of the war on drugs.How can marijuane, for which there has been no reported case of human death from overdose be on the arbitrary list of illegal drugs, when alchol, which has an annual death toll in the US alone of tens of thousands, be excluded?

    The annual arrest of nearly a million and a half people suspected for drug offenses, most of those for simple possession of small quantities, is frightening evidence of far we have traveled down the wrong road. In California alone, 23 prisons have been built in the last 15 years at a cost of 4.2 billion, with still more under construction. Reports show that for every dollar spent on quality treatment, up to 7 dollars are saved in the broader society in law enforcement and health care costs. If this new law is implemented with minimal corruption of its intentions, 1.5 billion dollars in prison costs alone could be saved over the next 5 years.

    I leave the conference hopeful that we are on the cusp of a pardigm shift. California voters spoke up to say we are no longer willing to see our friends, families and loved ones locked up without first offering them a chance to get their lives together, outside of prison walls. Harm Reduction offers a realistic, effective and compassionate way to begin healing the destruction caused by the war on drugs.

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  • Taliban Intolerance

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrong pbIntolerance, withbr / religious tinged dogmatismbr / is a volatile, deadly mixture./b /p pbIn the end persecutedbr / and persecutor lose lives theirbr / souls suffering longer thanbr / petty earthly mortal bickering./bbr / /p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p pBeing a black Roman Catholic is difficult sometimes to believing in either abr / powerfully build wrathful old white haired-male as God or brown, yellow haired Caucasian with two younger sonsb{Blessed Trinity}/b/p pA former right hand Arch Angel created by God with too much pride and for the sin of showing that pride created by his master he’s condemned to his own private realm:Hades./p pSatan’s new role: tempting mankind. His reward, the priceless, eternal, human soul dammed to suffer forever in Satan’s domain for eternity./p pSometime now or in our near future during "The Rapture" people mortal and long dead including the ocean gives up its dead to rise to heaven./p pThe earth is filled with monster’s, war, disease’s, all manner of earthlybr / Dangers then the Mephistopheles reborn in human form returns using miracles to dazzle human’s and taking over the world as a false savior./p pI thought about this while reading a Washington Post item about what is happening in New Delhi. I’m an outsider but the labeling of Non-Muslim Afghans with distinctive yellow clothing as a way tellingb"True Believer’s/b from the rest sound like a next step in further persecution of Hindu population non-Talibanian’s./p pFirst blowing up two centuries-old Buddha carving using Islamic purity asbr / their reason. This will continue as fundamentalist gets more zealots./p pThe Dark one is given a thousand year reign before God and his/her soldier/ angels recapture Old Nick sealing him up forever in his own kingdom. /p pEarth is a paradise where no one dies, grows old, and no one is homeless because it is truly manifested on earth./p pThe millions that have left over the years from increasing oppression will be important because of their absence.bCAN YOU SPELL B R A I N D R A I N? I knew that you could. /b/p pThe best minds leave early, some of their children emigrate, professionals and working poor leave for better lives. /p pWomen will go if they break out the mental-religious dogma imposed on them and when force women not to work, think or be their best natural multi-faceted emotionally and brain balanced selves lets just say sleeping volcanoes, tornadoes, floods, and or earthquakes once unleashedbr / can never be fully under control ever again. /p pBetween this continuous religious inspired brain drain and dis-empower-br / ment of women in New Delhi in the 21st century there will be excuse thebr / hell to pay by the Taliban’s/p pAnd as for those destroyed statues they might be rubble but if scientist’sbr / and researcher’s of all faiths learn how to move atoms on the molecularbr / level the old rubble stays but new stones take its place./p pAs the molecules reform also etched into the two new stone Buddha’s are how the stones were first made by which people, who and why they were destroyed and how by combining true faith and science. /p pTHE BUDDHA’S ARE BACK and with other elements thrown in these statues will never be destroyed again because nano machines keep them in perpetual self repair./p pThink about it:Taliban's utterly destroy rebuilt buddha's only for them to regenerate fully formed again./p pThat’s the ultimate revenge without taking one Taliban’s life, it will drive true fundamentalist zealots crazy./p pI must thank Ms. Pamela Constable of the Washington Post. /p pPlease send donations to Poor Magazine C/0 Ask Joe at 255 9th St.Street, San Francisco,CA.94103 USA/p pFor Joe only snail mail:br / PO Box 1230 #645 Market St. San Francisco,CA 94102br / Email:askjoe@poormagazine.br / orgbr / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • Two Lost To a Wedding, Part II of The Wedding Zone

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrong pbThe traveling to and from my brother's wedding takes its toll/bbr / /p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joseph Bolden/p pMy mother and I were ready for the eight-hour drive to Las Vegas. The "Gilligan’s Island" theme song was playing in my head, unfortunately I didn’t heed the context of travel in the famous refrain, "A 3-hour tour…"./p pDresses, suits, belts, and vests were ready and packed. The night before, the portable icebox filled with water hadn’t leaked one drop of water—a good sign that food and especially water would be the least of our problems on this combination road trip/gambling junket. We’d packed some cold cuts, wheat bread, mayonnaise, non-dairy-product cheese, plus knives, forks, spoons, and fruits for snacks, instead of candy or other non-essential foods. We’d be riding through the Mojave Dessert and the best liquid to have cold or warm is plain old water. It could mean life or death without it./p pMother and I were suppose to be up, washed, cleaned, and dressed and out by 2am. We woke up at 3 maybe 4am. That was our first of many errors in judgement. But we had a map… if both of us knew how to read it properly everything would’ve have turned out fine. Unfortunately the two people in the car were looking at landmarks instead of the map. Two hours later we were still in Fairfield circling like demented homing pigeons./p pI thought it was a straight route to Nevada. I was to learn the hard way that there are twists, turns, and on and of ramps that make or break connections between highways. We kept going North and nothing was familiar. I did not like that sinking feeling that we had missed something./p pMy mom, her eyes steady, has a crooked smile and says, "Oh shit. We’re lost." We both had our crooked smiles on, knowing from sad experience that this was going to be one long drive on the endless asphalt highway./p pbPlease send donations to Poor Magazine C/0 Ask Joe at 255 9th St. Street, San Francisco, CA. 94103 USA/b/p p For Joe only my snail mail:PO Box 1230 #645br / Market St. San Francisco, CA 94102br / Email: askjoe@poormagazine.org/p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • A True Story

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    How the mainstream media convicted an immigrant mother of infanticide

    by PNN staff

    The following is about a story that was investigated by the Poverty Journalism class at POOR. The reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle who broke the story manipulated the story to make it seem as though a murder was committed. In a later, tiny back-page story, we saw that the first Chronicle report was incorrect.

    1st article; MOM KILLED HER OWN BABY

    2nd article;Charges dropped against mother of baby

    Process of investigation; The story was analyzed by the class, questions were raised to be answered as we gathered more information. Two letters were sent to Ping Du’s attorney to request more information. Other calls to the jail for more information were made also. Asian activist agencies were contacted to see if they could help Ping Du.

    One of the student journalists has written his interpretation of the Ping Du story. We for now have not heard the last of Ping Du.

    Ping Du, Who Needs to Have Her Story Told

    By Vlad Pogorelov

    An Asian woman dressed in an orange jumpsuit sits on a small narrow bed in her rat-infested cell. She stares at a leaky ceiling from which rusty water drips onto the cement floor, drop after drop. The cell is 6x4 feet, has no windows and through a door composed of thick metal bars she can see a segment of gray wall and piece of dirty tile floor. There is a small toilet in the corner and a sink on the opposite side. A large, German cockroach appears from underneath the sink and makes his way to a water faucet. The insect drinks plenty of water and then slowly returns back from where he came. The woman sees him but doesn’t show any interest in him. She just stares at the gray cement wall above the sink hardly seeing anything. Her face is motionless as a Chinese mask. But if you look more closely at her eyes you see a deep despair and enormous emotional pain.

    An hour passes. And then another hour. A warden opens a window in a cell door and shoves in an aluminum bowl with some mushy green liquid —split pea soup, perhaps, and a slice of “Wonder” bread. But the prisoner doesn’t touch her lunch. She just sits, motionless, and stares into the space in front of her without even blinking. Another hour passes. Suddenly, the woman jumps up and starts hitting her head against a wall. She does it in a methodical fashion with a split second period in between which is almost synchronized with water dripping from the ceiling. She continues to hurt herself until her face is completely covered with blood and all she can see is a red glare. Finally, she collapses on the floor and cries. A warden enters her room and handcuffs her.

    Later, the prisoner is transported into the mental ward of a jail in a neighboring county. She is stripped of her clothes, put into a straight jacket and given a shot of a medication which immediately takes her out of this grim reality and into an infinite blackness. A note on the heavy, thick, glass door, reads “Suicide Watch.” A prison guard is posted to observe the prisoner through the glass door at all times.

    But this woman, whose name is Ping Du, is not aware of the guard or her whereabouts. She is dreaming and in her dream she sees herself playing with her little 6-month-old daughter in the back yard of her house up in Daly City. Her husband, together with her 10-year-old son, is nearby preparing a barbecue. It is a Sunday morning and the sun is shining brightly from the blue California sky above. The air is clean and saturated with happiness and joy. Ping Du’s husband calls her name. She leaves her baby on a blanket in the middle of the lawn and walks to her husband. As she approaches him she sees a big shadow sliding through a yard. When she turns back she sees that her baby girl is seized by a giant eagle that carries her away in its claws. Both parents run toward her, but it’s too late. Their baby is gone. Gone forever.

    Unable to cope with her nightmare, Ping Du wakes up only to find herself restricted by a straightjacket and a realization that her nightmare is not over, but has only really begun. She tries to move her dry lips to ask for water. When she is finally able to say, “Water! I am thirsty. Water, please!” the guard doesn’t understand her—Ping Du has spoken in her native Cantonese. And so she stays thirsty, deeply affected by the despair of her situation in which, within a matter of a few hours, she lost her 9-month-old child, was accused of murder and incarcerated.

    I first heard about Ping Du when the San Francisco Chronicle, on it’s front page, reported the sensational news Mom Killed Her Own Baby. From that article I’ve learned that this 36 year-old mother of two, an immigrant from China, was accused of murdering her 6-month-old baby girl while giving her a bath. Police, who investigated the drowning of Jiawen Young, became suspicious because paramedics were not immediately. Almost immediately Ping Du, who does not speak English, was arrested and put into San Mateo county jail, where, stricken by grief, the immigrant mother had a nervous breakdown. Following deterioration in her mental condition she was transferred into the psychiatric facility at Santa Clara County Jail. When I called the jail in order to schedule an interview with her, I was told that she was inaccessible at the time. “By the way,” an information officer added, “she would require a Mandarin translator, which we could not provide to you.” Apparently her jailers did not even know what her real language was. I was advised to call back the next week. It was clear to me that Ping Du was caught up in an inhumane legal system, uncaring about her tragedy. When I called Santa Clara County Jail the next week I was told that she was no longer there. “She was released to another county,” an officer informed me. “Do you mean that she was released? Perhaps on bail?” I asked. “Oh, no sir. I just told you that she was not released, but released to another county into another jail.”

    As I investigated her story more, I learned that when Daly City Sgt. Donald Griggs questioned Ping Du, she did not have an appropriate translator and, considering that her 6-month old baby just drowned in a bathtub as result of accident, she naturally blamed herself for the tragedy. Without proper facts to back up his story, the Chronicle’s reporter Jonathan Curiel immediately fired up an article which was written in the best traditions of yellow journalism, in which he essentially accused the grief-stricken mother of nothing less than a premeditated murder. The Chronicle, following the “if it bleeds, it leads” logic of the mainstream press, published his report on its front page, titled Mom Killed her Own Baby.

    The reader can see the word “alleged” is not in the title- and when reading the second, smaller back page article, it is easy to see how this report was manipulated by the reporter. As well, Ping Du’s reputation and that of her family was permanently stained if not destroyed, and her older son was taken into a protective custody.

    A few weeks passed and I got the news that Ping Du finally had her day in court, where she was represented by public defender Kevin Nowack. The falsity of the premature conclusions and accusations came to light, and Ping Du’s charge was reduced to involuntary manslaughter. Her bail was set at $50,000. Unfortunately, because her husband Zheng Yang was the only provider for their family, there was no money for her bail. As a result of poverty she remains a prisoner.

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  • VOYAGING ONWARD

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrong pbLast Wednesday "Voyager"br / and its intrepid crew found theirbr / way back to the Delta Quadrant./b/p pWithout help of an evolving Kess,br / or beings from the Q-Continuum.br / /p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joseph Bolden/p pWe witness the Borg's transwarp nexus and the futuristic Admiral Janeway giving her life to bring all of her crew home. /p pThe Kirk, Spock,Q, Sisco, Picard, Janeway, Crusher, [Westly Crusher]or Archer Time paradoxes cause ripples in time and endless trouble for the Tempest, Entropy, Enterprise and other captains on Timeships. /p pAnother ripple could be in the form of Scott Bakula, formally of "Quantum Leap." /p pA guy "sliding" in and out of his own lifetime could be do well as Captain Jonathan Archer of the First Enterprise. He might know a few secrets, like what the future holds in store for a few budding cadets and their friends, possibly preventing their untimely ends. /p pYou see, Captain Jonathan Archer could be from the distant future and suddenly finds himself stranded on one his time missions, but he must keep mum about this. He accepts paradoxes like captains before and after and is willing to test and outwit fate. OK, it might be farfetched but given what happens in other shows, it could happen. Or could this be the pre sequel to stories about an undiscovered struggling Federation of Planets?/p pZefram Cochrane does what everyone except a few brave, hardheaded people think is impossible; he achieves warp drive. He has a shaky first contact with the seriously logical Vulcans. He is one of many brilliant young men and women of Earth and other alien species who are contributing to empower this weak fledgling federation. /p pBefore a chronoton serum made people immune to chronoton radiation, enabling then to cross time zones, many a ship's captain and crew would be unaware that they were in time loops. With lost legendary captains and their crews, the first mysteries began and some were solved. An older wiser Westly Crusher [Wheaton] might visit from time to time, correcting anomalies like a young Picard dying in an accident that didn't happen in alternate timelines./p pI hope this is enough to get present and future screen and TV writers to think about other Star Trek-inspired shows. Some of those people and crews violate Temporal Imperatives. Some of them are relatives of past star trek crews. Does this help create a few new series for Star Trek franchise? These were just a few ideas. I must beam away now. I have to meet some doctor in an old British phone booth. He said something about a faulty chameleon circuit, whatever that is./p pbPlease send donations to Poor Magazine C/0 Ask Joe at 255 9th St. Street, San Francisco, CA.94103 USA/b/p pFor Joe only my snail mail:br / PO Box 1230 #645 Market St. San Francisco, CA 94102br / Email:askjoe@poormagazine.orgbr / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • Our Words... Our Images

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrongOur society is in for a rude awakening and I say, “Bring it on!” /strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/377/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Leroy F. Moore/p pI wonder, are you ready for the next generation? I don’t think so! Our society is in for a rude awakening and I say, “Bring it on!” The creative talents, voices, and the revolutionary stands of disabled youth are doing their Spring cleaning—airing their words, images, and politics for the world to see, feel, taste, and smell. Here is a little taste of what disabled youth are serving up locally, nationally, and internationally. Open wide!/p pIn the arts and entertainment section of the Asian Weekly a couple of months ago an article on the voice of one of the characters in the new Rugrats movie, iRugrats in Paris/i, appeared. Dionna Quan, 22, of San Francisco beat one hundred and forty-seven actors for the part of Kimi in iRugrats in Paris/i. She is visually impaired. Quan began acting at the age of 14 and has taped commercials; CD-ROM games, and an animated series. She has moved to LA where the show is taped./p pStephen Michael Nelson has engulfed the world through his heart and love for mankind, through praise for his mother, honor for his grandfather, and thanks to all the individuals who care for him on a daily basis. This young Native American disabled teen has displayed his first words for the world to read in his book of poetry, iStephen: Letters of Courage and Hope/i. Stephen had more courage than the Wizard of Oz. Stephen spoke through a mechanical device. According to his mother, Chrissy, the writing process was not easy for Stephen. Individual letters were selected one at a time to form each word and resulting sentences. Chrissy wrote that Stephen’s process of writing took hours and sometimes even days to complete a single poem. Unfortunately, Stephen passed away Friday, June 1st, the day before he was expected to promote his book of poetry. For more information contact the Stephen’s Hope Foundation at (630) 235-2245 or HYPERLINK a href="http://www.stephenshope.org" title="http://www.stephenshope.org"http://www.stephenshope.org/a, or a href="http://www.stephenshope.org" title="www.stephenshope.org"www.stephenshope.org/a and let you soul read his words of love, courage, and healing./p pMichael Seal, Jr. of LA has a smile like Magic Johnson, a mind like a business tycoon, and images that will put bright colors back into the gray world we live in. Michael, an African American disabled teen who is a painter and entrepreneur has done what artists have trying to do for decades; he has figured out how to mix the business world with art. Michael has blended the two worlds to create and promote both sides of his reality. I had a chance to talk to Michael at a conference in LA. where he was selling his paintings and talking about future business ventures. Although only in his mid-teens, Michael gets around, I mean AROUND in his sports wheelchair. His photo album reads like a night at the Grammies. This teen has met many stars, politicians, and musicians. But what caught my eye were the colorful imagines he had on display. Michael lectures, gives workshops, and is working on future business plans. He says that everything he does is incorporated into his artwork, i.e. his own personally designed postcards, envelopes, stationary, etc. He is working on his own website. Drop Michael an e-mail at HYPERLINK a href="mailto:okra-head@Juno.com" title="mailto:okra-head@Juno.com"mailto:okra-head@Juno.com/a a href="mailto:okra-head@Juno.com"okra-head@Juno.com/a or 17701 S. Avalon Blvd., #1 Carson, CA. 90746/p pbOn the Political Side/b/p pYou are never too young to be an activist! Nkosi Johnson, a 12-year-old South African boy who contracted HIV during birth, became a young activist in 1997 after battling to force the public school to admit him despite his health disability. He later campaigned to raise AIDS awareness and fought for the government to do more to save other babies from being infected. He also spoke during the opening of the 13th International AIDS Conference in Durban, South Africa. This young man died last month./p pIn the US, disabled students are rocking the boat with revolutionary advocacy, thoughts, and organizing. On February 21st, 2001 the National Disabled Students Union (NDSU) was founded to stop the backlash on our civil rights. Check out the Board of Trustees of the University of Alabama et al v. Garrett et al. NDSU has recognized that the voices of disabled students of all ages have been left out in decision-making, in the media, and even in our own disabled community. NDSU is a national, cross-disability student organization. The main goal of NDSU is to mobilize and organize students with disabilities throughout the nation by bringing them to the table in order to continue the legacy of empowerment and community solidarity that is our heritage. The NDSU held its first nationwide LEAVE OUT demonstration on April 17, 2001 to protest the Garrett case and other attacks on our rights. Disabled students and their allies left their schools, jobs, and homes to remind the government that we mean business when it comes to our legal rights. Check out their website at HYPERLINK a href="http://www.aboutdisability.com" title="http://www.aboutdisability.com"http://www.aboutdisability.com/a, a href="http://www.aboutdisability.com" title="www.aboutdisability.com"www.aboutdisability.com/a, or e-mail or call Sarah Triano at HYPERLINK a href="mailto:strian1@uic.ed" title="mailto:strian1@uic.ed"mailto:strian1@uic.ed/a or a href="mailto:strian1@uic.ed"strian1@uic.ed/a, phone (773) 463-4776./p pI like to leave you with a quote from Mutinda Kimilu, a nine-year-old disabled activist in England. He writes, “We have certain rights! What I need from you is only my rights, not a lot of sympathy.” So I asked you again, are you ready for the next generation? /p pStay tuned for more words and images from disabled youth and young adults./p pbBy Leroy F. Moorebr / Poet and Executive Directorbr / Disability Advocates of Minorities Organization/bbr / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CONVICTED OF A DRUG OFFENSE?

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Federal Student Aid policies deny student loans to students who have been convicted of a drug offense.

    by Alison VanDeursen

    I always thought it was a strange question. Tucked between queries about my interest in "work-study" and of my tax return and income (or lack thereof), Question 35 asks bluntly, "Have you ever been convicted of any drug offense?" I haven't, and though I've found it puzzling, I'm usually in a rush to meet some deadline. So I just check "No" and move on through the Federal Student Aid forms without considering the racist and classist implications of this question.

    I went "back to school" four years ago, a change in my life made possible by Federal Student Aid. The grants and low-interest loans have funded my San Francisco State University tuition, as well as my books and some living expenses. I've been able to get by financially working only part-time, allowing me to concentrate on my education full-time each semester. I will be graduating this month- if I get about 15 papers done this week- with skills and experience that I will be valuable to my self and to my community. Sure, I've smoked marijuana from time to time, though I've never been arrested for it. And so what if I had?

    If I had, I've recently learned, I would have been denied my financial aid, and would have been forced to drop out of school. I first read about this in the New York Times this month. Dina Jean Schemo reported that Russell Selker, a student of Ohio State University, was denied financial aid because he had been found guilty of smoking marijuana. He paid his fine, had his driver's license revoked, and was assigned probation and community service. Thinking his debt was paid, Selker was surprised when he received another sort of sentence- a block on his financial aid for college for a year. This punishment was handed down not by a judge, but by a 1998 amendment to the Higher Education Act.

    Every six years Congress revises the Higher Education Act of 1965, which was enacted to provided access to education by way of Perkins Loans, Pell-Grants, and other federal student aid. The 1998 revision, signed by President Clinton, contains many provisions lauded by Congress members for making college more accessible to everyone. Yet the HEA drug provision, spearheaded by Mark Souder, R-Ind, punishes those already at-risk of marginalization: low-income people and minorities. These are people who most depend on financial aid to make education possible. These are also the people most often targeted and profiled in the "War on Drugs."

    My friend Nicholas, while in college, was cited by a cop for possessing marijuana. Lucky for him, this cop let him go without an arrest. The fact that Nicholas is white and attended an Ivy League university in the northeast probably helped sway the officer- the United States Department of Justice reports that African Americans represent 55 percent of drug convictions, though they make up only 13 percent of drug users! Even if Nicholas had been arrested, he would have received a sort of special treatment. His family did not rely on financial aid to send him to college, and so, unlike a low-income student, he would not have lost his right to an education.

    When the question first appeared on Financial Aid Applications, many chose not to answer, and received aid anyway. But Rep. Souder made sure in 1999 that all loopholes were closed, and the question now is followed by a stern warning, "Do not leave this question blank." If left blank, the applicant will not receive aid. If the applicant has had a drug conviction, he or she will lose aid for a period of one year to indefinitely.

    The only way around the penalty is to participate in a federally-approved drug rehabilitation program that includes at least two random urine tests. This is again discriminatory- such drug programs can be difficult to access or prohibitively expensive. As well, people convicted of drug offenses are not necessarily addicts in need of rehabilitation. They may, like myself, be occasional or recreational users. I certainly don't see how the Department of Education is qualified to determine whom is in need of drug treatment programs, especially as it is only the poor and working class whom they scrutinize.

    I'm sure this law was an easy sell- "We're not going to give hand-outs to druggies!" But students who must answer "Yes" to Question 35 are ineligible for ALL federal funding- this includes "work-study," where a student works on campus to earn money for school, and loans, which must be paid back with interest.

    I feel fortunate that I have not been personally penalized by this law and so forced to take a leave from school. As a student who took ten years off from college, I can tell you that momentum is important. The Department of Education reports that over 8,600 students have lost federal aid this school year die to this amendment. It goes without saying that these students are middle and lower income, or else they would not be eligible for assistance in the first place! Wealthy people ARE NOT affected by this legislation, no matter how many drug convictions they may have! And only drug offenses constitute denial of federal aid- no questions are asked about rape, murder, or arson.

    Rep. Barney Frank, D-Mass, is at least as outraged by this law as I am! He is reintroducing legislation this year to repeal the HEA drug provision- legislation that failed to pass last year, but with increased awareness, there is hope Question 35 will disappear from the Financial Aid applications before others lose their right to an education. Check out website www.raiseyourvoice.com to send letters to congress and find out more about this issue.

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  • Keep the Poor Poor Pt 2; Waste My Day!

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrongThe Insiders' Instruction Manual/strong/p pPart two in a series of satirical policy explanations for government and private social service providers. /p p/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/348/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Donna L. Anderson/PNN Texas Correspondent/p piThe prevalence of hypocritical practices in social services leads PNN Texas correspondent Donna Anderson to conclude that there must be an interagency conspiracy to keep the poor poor. The scenarios and statements presented here are based on her actual experiences during 12 years in social services./i /ppPolicy Statement: Keep the Poor Poor/p pStrategy No.2 "Go Ahead, Waste my Day!"/p pThe second strategy in our domestic policy to keep the poor poor, though almost cliché, continues to be highly effective. It is even fun (in a sadistic sort of way) for the many state, local government and non-profit providers who assist in implementing this strategy. What's is it?....................................Keep them waiting. /p pThis strategy is completely unobjectionable, even with the general populous, as everyone knows that poor people have a great deal of time on their hands. Some poor people don't work and those who do have no money to do anything in their spare time. This abundance of spare time cannot be allowed to fester creativity, inspiration, initiative, education and especially not organization among the poor. /p pIn order to keep fertile spare time at a minimum in the life of the poor, we must employ practices that ensure they will always be in the process of managing their poverty. Here are three common practices that most any organization can begin to use with minimal staff training and reorganization. /p p1. Block scheduling. This is a technique used in many Medicaid-frequented healthcare providers, non-profits and state TANF (Temporary Assistance to Needy Families, formerly Welfare) agencies. Rather than assign specific times to each patient/client, the agency selects two times daily, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and schedules everyone to be seen at those times. Patients/clients arrive, sign in and are seen in order of their arrival. The first to arrive will be seen promptly, but most will have to wait to be seen, even up to several hours. The whole morning or afternoon can be consumed with one appointment in this manner. Exasperating waits tend to produce more apathetic patients/clients. Once they finally are called to be seen, they are so brow-beaten by hours of waiting with a sick child or several screaming and hungry children, that they are unlikely to ask thorough questions or demand anything they are entitled to that might require more time or effort./p p2. The Max. Instead of promptly assessing and acting on each client's needs, like a corporation that depends on its clients' repeat business might do, agencies working with the poor can set maximum time limits for assessment and determination. The state of Texas has a 30-day determination period for new TANF, Medicaid and Food Stamps applications. This means that an application for benefits must either be approved or denied within 30 days. However, it also means the case manager can take up to 30 days to make the determination. Even if the case manager can eyeball the application and determine that the applicant would not be eligible for services, she does not have to inform the applicant for a full 30 days. For example, many states have asset limits for Medicaid, Food Stamps and TANF applicants. An applicant may clearly state that she owns an automobile worth $4,000 ($2,000 over the asset limits). Though the case manager could inform the applicant that she will probably be turned down for benefits because her assets exceed the limit, the case manager can just hold off and let the applicant find this out via formal notification sent after the 30-day determination period. The case manager will have avoided a possible confrontation with a disgruntled applicant and will have succeeded in wasting the applicant's time with additional appointments and the ever-popular paper chase (see number 3 below). /ppThough time limits guarantee the agency some stall time, open-ended time lines can also work if crafted well. Take for instance the case of a TANF applicant in Georgia. In the first week after application she is required to attend a job readiness course. This course will repeat much the same information she has received in other futile "life skills" classes (the topic of an upcoming strategy). After a week of boring classes, she will have one more week to job search. If she does not find a job in that time, she must sit idle, waiting for her case manager to find her an appropriate work activity. With the literally hundreds of cases each case manager handles, the case manager is fully justified in neglecting the case indefinitely. This method deserves honorable mention for creating a win-win time waster. The client will likely begin to receive benefits, which will pacify her, and yet she makes no progress through the system. This is not a very effective way to keep welfare roles down, which tends to upset some of the more extreme (Nazi) legislators. But for the purposes of implementing the "Waste My Day" strategy, it is superb./p p3. The Paper Chase. Quite arbitrarily, agencies can require forms from clients to stall the delivery of services or the determination of benefits. Some popular forms that can be difficult to obtain include birth certificates and shot records for the client and all dependent children under 18, 3 months of bank statements, IRA statements, leases, credit card statements, past check stubs, old tax returns, social security cards, photo ID's and references from past employers, landlords, neighbors, elementary school teachers or anyone, really. The point is not to gather information. Many state systems have databases that can pull up most of this information in a matter of minutes. The point is to buy the system time: time the client spends. /p pOne initiative that is threatening the viability of the paper chase is the push for a "single point of entry," a centralized location with database that state and local government and even non-profits could tap into to access client records. This would make it unnecessary for the client to provide fresh documentation for each benefit or service she seeks and could substantially cut down on the time wasted in applying for services. However, social workers are not renowned for their technical abilities (it is rumored that many actually produced their college term papers with typewriters!). Though a great deal has been spent on consultants to introduce this technology, it is not an immediate threat./p p4. Ya'll come back now. No matter what the business, always schedule frequent appointments for clients. Get them into the office as often as possible. Make note of their days off and working schedules, so meetings can be scheduled at the least convenient times. Be inflexible if they press for a more convenient time. And it goes without saying that appointments should be made during typical working hours. This will keep the poor from using their spare daylight hours to get skills training or look for a better job./p pWith these four techniques in conjunction with poor transit systems of many cities, inflexible day care policies, the difficulty of flex scheduling in hourly wage jobs and countless other inconveniences, we can ensure that obtaining necessary benefits, accessing essential community services and staying healthy will be problematic at least and at best, damn near impossible. /p pAn added benefit to the "Waste My Day" strategy is that it empowers the employees who implement it. It can be used to team-build among employees. Everyone has experienced the frustration of picking the longest line at the grocery store, waiting at doctors' offices and even sitting in traffic. These delays create tension that employees can channel into making the poor wait. There is no greater sense of satisfaction and retribution than being able to inflict personal suffering on to others. Employees can regain control they lose at the grocery store, the doctor's office and in traffic by manipulating the schedules of those who seek their help. /p pEmployees should be trained in some basic skills such as keeping an expressionless face while repeating the phrase, "Please be seated and someone will be with you in a few minutes," as many times as is necessary to make the insolent poor person go away. It is also important, however much glee it might give an employee to make someone wait unnecessarily, that they turn away from the poor person before beginning to smirk, as a matter of good customer service. This strategy is one the entire office can bond around. Use it to not only keep the poor poor, but to boost agency morale as well. /p pStay tuned for the next strategy, "Kiss My Assets!"br / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • Sacramento PO' Poets

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Poets and writers from S.H.O.C. (Sacramento Homeless Organizing Coalition)

    by Sacramento POOR Poets

    To The Policeman

    Who Went To Church On Sunday.

    I was hungry

    and you took away my ID

    I couldn’t go to a food locker

    I was cold

    and you took away my warm clothes and

    blankets

    I was weary

    and you wouldn’t let me rest

    I was broken hearted

    and instead of giving me comfort you

    Showed your contempt

    I was lonely

    and you wouldn’t give me a kind word

    I was frightened

    and you terrorized and threatened me

    I had had love and compassion

    And you showed me hate

    I showed you respect

    And you treated me as WORTHLESS

    I was homeless and you didn’t care

    Is this really the way you

    want to live your life?

    Sunshine/AKA Billeen Pruett

    P.S. Not all officers are like this--but for the

    Ones who are ____ ____ ____ ____ ____

    ************************

    ************************


    Shelter

    By Leonore Mathews

    Who would know or care

    That I needed shelter

    as the wind and rain

    played games

    on the roof of my old

    "Chevy"

    Winter brought rain drops

    from a leaky roof

    dripping slowly on the front

    seat

    Nesting in a sleeping bag

    usually warm and comfy

    Who would know or care

    that me of all creatures

    needed shelter.

    Early Dawn

    by Leonore Mathews

    Bring back the dawn soon

    but not too late

    so dancing black shadows

    will fade

    as glossy sunbeams kiss

    our faces

    and we can once more

    join the human race

    forgetting we are homeless.

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  • Red Tagged: The Creation of Vehicularily Housed Bill of Rights

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    root
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    pstrongVehicularily housed residents stage an art-action-rally to demand civil rights and establish a Bill of Rights/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/349/photo_1_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Kaponda/p pVladlen Pogorelov drifts off into the visions of twilight as the inscrutability of night cloaks his metallic motor residence. The continuous thumps on his window forces him to swerve back into the predictability of reality. Like a cub that looks into the eyes of a raging hyena, Vladlen Pogorelov sees the eyes of a police smoldering with anger as he stands with a stick, camouflaged by the night, next to his side. Vladlen knows that he will be ordered to move his 25-foot motor home to another location because it has suddenly become an object of scorn and frequent harassment by the San Francisco Police Department and the Department of Parking and Traffic./p pThe dire circumstances into which Vladlen Pogorelov has fallen brought him and many other vehicularly housed San Franciscans to the steps of City Hall on Wednesday, May 30th, to ask for relief from a law that unfairly classifies, punishes and renders them as criminals because they have a quilt and padding inside their legally owned vehicles. The volley of protests against human and civil rights violations at the event, dubbed, “They Towed My House Away,” by homeless advocates and civil rights attorneys has put the ball back into the court of the Board of Supervisors and George Smith of the Mayor’s Office on Homelessness./p pI asked Paul Boden, director of the The Coalition on Homelessness, who, along with POOR Magazine, coordinated the event, to explain how the San Francisco Police Department can arbitrarily cite vehicles and cause people to lose their housing by having their motor homes towed away, which has become, not unlike oxygen, a necessary condition for a reasonably healthy life?/p p “[The Municipal Police Codes that regulate parking] were designed to make sure that poor people can be legally chased out of communities -- just like its a code that the parks are closed, and a code that people cannot stand on the sidewalk. These are codes that government created in order to chase away and make disappear poverty in our community. We are not talking about people who choose to be out there [in their vehicles],” stated an enraged Boden with the sting of an agitated wasp./p pVladlen Pogorelov, a 31-year old staff writer for PNN who immigrated to the United States from Crimea, was evicted from his apartment in San Francisco during the latter part of last year. He bought a motor home in which he had hoped to eat and sleep as well as survive. Vladlen resided at China Basin, and, according to him, became the target of an aggressive harassment campaign that included citations, illegal tows and seizures of vehicles without due process./p pAdam Arms, an attorney with the Civil Rights Division of the Coalition on Homelessness, in response to my questions to him about statements brought by POOR Magazine, the Coalition on Homelessness and victims of vehicles which have been seized by city officials, stated that the ongoing policy of The City has been to “Criminalize people who sleep in their vehicle.”/p p “To tow their cars and misuse the laws have been the ongoing policy of The City. Also, they have targeted these people for harassment. It has been the ongoing policy. However, in the last six months, this policy has escalated,” stated Arms, as he held a copy of a Vehicularly Housed/Towed Person’s Bill of Rights, which he stated contained language which provides grounds for the city to relent in its ongoing policy to criminalize vehicularly housed residents./p pThe San Francisco Police Department and Department of Parking and Traffic are authorized by law to issue a citation, which is called “red-tag,” to any vehicle that, in their opinion, appears abandoned or broken down, or is not moving for an extensive amount of time. This law has been used to relegate vehicles that are not abandoned to obscure areas in remote tow garages, and leave the victims marooned in a swirl of desperation./p pI attempted to contact the director of the Department of Parking and Traffic (DPT), Fred Hamdun, to inquire about this aggressive policy which the City has adopted. I spoke with Diana Hammond, Public Affairs Director of DPT. I asked Hammond why has The City invested so much energy in going after the 300 to 500 motor homes in the entire city the owners of which have the misfortunate of doubling up their vehicles for transportation and residence? /p pAccording to Hammond, “The SFPD enforces the codes that regulate signs posted around San Francisco for illegally parked vehicles and not DPT. But, if a vehicle is abandoned, then under DPT 37(a), we can cite and tow that vehicle [within the limits of the city], stated Hammond in reference to vehicles that have been put out of mind and out of sight by their owners, like fallen trees in the forest./p pAs POOR Magazine featured the Po’ Poets, who conveyed the significance of the event at City Hall through their spoken words, on a day when the sun sprinkled its torrid rays liberally, I had an opportunity to interact with Vladlen Pogorelov. I asked Vladlen what reasons are given him by police for parking when, according to Dianna Hammond, citations are supposedly only given to vehicles that have been abandoned?/p p “Most times I find that I am red tagged immediately, not too long after I arrive, which constitutes a form of harassment, for me. They oftentimes justify this by stating that someone called to complain about a vehicle,” stated Vladlen./p pI asked Paul Boden about whether he felt that DPT is justified when it follows up on a complaint by a resident about a vehicle in the neighborhood?/p p “I have yet to find a record of the complaints that they keep talking about. The fact that these laws are on the book and that this enforcement is a priority makes it too goddamned easy for the cops or The City or anyone else to say, ‘Oh, well we got a complaint.’ Think about all the times people complaint -- they complain about the weather, but you don’t see them out there trying to change that,” concluded Boden in a passion kindled like the flare of a match./p pI went to Diana Hammond of DPT to ask if she could respond to charges by Paul Boden that he has yet to find a record of the complaints by citizens./p p “I will be happy to provide you with a record of complaints,” stated Hammond. “We record that information in a Complaint Log. Currently, the information is logged in by hand and includes driveway and sidewalk complaints against the over 454,000 regular vehicles. So, it will require extensive copying charges. We are, however, in the process of converting it over to automation,” concluded Hammond./p pMany people at the protest also indicated that “a complaint” was the reason they were given for citations issued by the SFPD. I was unable to contact anyone at SFPD to respond to the allegation of the complaints that Paul Boden suggested were phantom in nature, a device not unlike the throw-away gun that has been a part of the arsenal of corrupt cops to fritter away human and civil rights of poor people across America. /p pAs the protest drew to a conclusion, the crowd prepared to hand-deliver a copy of the Vehicularly Housed/Towed Person’s Bill of Rights to each member of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors./p p “Vehicularly housed San Franciscans have the Constitution of the United States to protect them from harassment. The City, however, is not respecting those rights. This is the reason why we are taking the entire thing before the Board of Supervisors and ask them to implement the last three points right away and help people out. The last three points are:/p p 1) The City shall implement a formal fee waiver procedure for indigent lawful owners, possessors, or operators of vehicles whose vehicles are towed;/p p 2) The City shall create a centrally located body at which vehicularly housed people can address issues related to payment of fees and fines, vehicle tows and recovery, and property retrieval; and/p p 3) The City shall not prevent lawful vehicle owners, possessors, or operators from retrieving personal property contained within towed vehicles,” concluded Adam Arms of the Coalition of Homelessness, as he walked into the halls of the seat of government of San Francisco, where weak-minded lawmakers have traditionally earned a reputation of sucking up corporate hush dollars in smoke-filled rooms and repressing the rights of the most neediest of humanity./p pOn Monday, June 4th, representatives of POOR Magazine and the Coalition on Homelessness met with George Smith of the Mayor’s Office on Homeless. According to Lisa-Gray Garcia of POOR Magazine and Adam Arms of the Coalition on Homelessness, there was not even a smidgen of effort by George Smith to write a letter or do anything else of substance to commit government to sign on to providing a remedy to the ongoing policy by San Francisco of its harassment of innocent people. George Smith stated in closing that, “I will look into it.”br / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • Como Salí Yo....(How I Got Out...)

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    root
    Original Body

    A very low income immigrant family seizes the American dream

    by Donna Anderson

    My family has known Israel Hernandez, his wife Vitalina and their two daughters Diana and Maria for many years. The first house that Israel refers to below was next door to my grandparents. Israel's life began in a poverty we hardly know in the United States, Third World poverty. With very little education and some dreams that some might call unrealistic, Israel brought his family to the United States to begin a different life.

    For his entire career since coming to the United States, Israel has worked in the cotton industry. He has always earned a low wage, taking advantage of the long hours of the harvest to increase his earnings. Israel demonstrates that with speaking very little English, without degrees or even a good wage, one can be successful. His secret? A united family, determination, patience and God as his guide. Israel now has 3 cars, including his favorite project, an old Mercedes, a beautiful home and another home he rents out, all without debt. But I am sure that his inner peace is more valuable than any of his possessions.

    Where are you from?

    Guapeo, Mexico. In Guapeo, if they killed a chicken, they had a party because they seldom ever killed a chicken. It was a special day.

    What were the economic conditions of your childhood like?

    They were very sad. We were a family of nine children, with Papa and Mama, we were eleven. Only my father worked and sometimes my older brother. We all could help a little, but never enough. The conditions of my childhood were too sad. We lived in the country. There was a school, but it only went to sixth grade. I was in school. The boys, friends of mine that could, went to study in the nearby town (county seat). They could go there and continue with school.

    /ppbWhat did you do after sixth grade?/b/p p/ppI went to work because we needed to live and we had to quit school. /p p /ppbWhat was your work?/b/p p/ppWell, the fields. To be specific, my older sister got married when she was 16 and her husband had a piece of land that he worked and I went with them to work, to help, and it worked out well for me. I remember that we planted and he gave me half of what we harvested. That was a marvelous thing. That was my pay. All that we got from that land was marvelous for me and my family. /p pLiving with my sister and her in-laws.that family had something wonderful among themselves and I liked their way of relating to each other. Later, when I was 16 years old, I received God. I remember a verse that family showed me, "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and its righteousness and all these things will be added unto you." And that is what I did. I believed with my heart that there was a God and He would help me. /p p /ppbWhat were you dreams during that time?/b/p p/ppLike all youth that want a house, want to have a family and want to do better in everything possible. But it seemed like time passed and things didn't change. /p p /ppbHow much time passed?/b/p p/ppAfter I was 24, I got married. I had a wife and two children and things weren't as bad, but they still were not good. My dreams were still unrealized. But I had confidence in God and had hope that they would come true. Then I got another job with the Federal Electrical Commission, but I didn't earn much. Economically, we were still in difficult times. /p p /ppbHow were you able to improve your economic situation? /b/p p/ppDuring that time, I worked with a church group. We were invited and we went to Reynosa for 3 days. In those 3 days, I had the opportunity to go half way across the bridge between Mexico and the United States. I only could see the United States, but there I dreamed again that some day I might be able to go into the United States and that my life might improve. /p pShortly afterwards, the government in Tamaulitas created a tourist pass to the United States that was available to all who lived in Tamaulitas. Thank God my wife and I got one of the passes and we had permission to come to Corpus Christi, to San Antonio, to wherever we could go. /p pI remember that after a hurricane, they were needing workers to help reconstruct what the hurricane had destroyed. That was my first time to come to the States for work. I worked in Corpus. After that, a man from Corpus always called me during the cotton harvest to come and work and I always did, every year. /p pFinally, there was a problem with the friends I worked with in Mexico. It seemed as though they shut the door on me. I made my decision to come to the United States. I really didn't have any other choice. I remember that day in 1980 that we came to live in Corpus Christi and we began a different life in this country. /p pI remember once that we decided that we wanted to buy our first house. We didn't have any money for a down payment, but we were interested in saving money to buy a house. $20 a week, we put aside. We needed those $20 for other things, for going out and eating, but we decided that we would put it aside because we wanted to buy a house. And we kept on saving $20 a week. When we had the chance to buy a house, our first home, we had $7,000 saved. Really what makes us prosper is when we really want to prosper and we have a vision and, of course, a family to support us. I believe we can go far when we work together. /p p /ppbWas there something special in your life without which you know your life would be different now?/b /p p/ppThat point occurred when my friends closed the doors for me. We believed that the world had caved in on us. Really, without the legal documents to live in the United States, we came anyway. What happened to us, happened for our good. Even though when it happened it was a disaster. It was something that was going to finish us off, kill our spirit, and we didn't want to talk to anyone. There was no way of getting out of it. I always believe, "Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and all these things will be added unto you." That problem that happened to us, instead of being bad, it was what helped us. /p p /ppbWhat advice would you have for someone who wants to better him or herself economically?/b /p p/ppI believe what has helped me in my life has been that as a family, I have always believed that my wife is not my property and I am not her property. My daughters are not my property and I am not theirs, but we are all borrowed. One day we will have to separate, whether it is by death or some other means and we have always tried to live in agreement with each other. What we have been able to do, we have done between the two of us. /p pIf someone has a family and the wife says, "I work but what I earn is mine and what you earn is yours," I think that you won't get very far that way. But if they work together, putting together the little they have, it's better. If three or four can put what they have together toward the same goal, they will prosper. Of course I think that the most important of all is to follow God. And God will take care of you. /p p /ppbWith that kind of security, you don't have to worry, do you?/b /p p/ppThat's right. God will take care of tomorrow. When God sent manna from the heavens to the Israelites in the dessert, He did not give them 2 or 3 day's food. He gave them for one day only. God will take care of tomorrow. /p pTo be successful in life, I have to have faith and love. These go hand in hand. Faith in God, love God and love each other. Live today with those around you as if you were going to die tomorrow. Tomorrow will have its problems, its good and its bad. But today is the day to make decisions. /p p/pp /ppbComo Salí Yo: Gente Ordinaria Saliendo de la Pobreza /bbr / /ppbpor Donna L. Anderson/b/p p/ppMi familia ha conocido a Israel Hernandez, su esposa Vitalina y sus dos hijas Diana y Maria, por muchos años. La primera casa a que se refiere abajo está al lado de la casa de mis abuelos. La vida de Israel empezó en una pobreza de la cual apenas encontramos en los Estados Unidos, la pobreza del Tercer Mundo. Con poca educación y unos sueños, que algunos llamarían "no realisticos", Israel trajo su familia a los Estados Unidos para empezar una vida diferente. /p pPor todo su carrera, Israel ha trabajado en la industria del algodón. Siempre ha ganado un sueldo bajo y se ha aprovechado de las largas horas de la cosecha para augmentar el sueldo. Se demonstra como sin hablar bien el ingles, sin licenciatura o un sueldo grande, se puede tener éxito. ¿Su secreto? Una familia unida, determinación, paciencia y Dios como su guía. Tiene 3 autos, incluyendo su proyecto favorito, un viejo Mercedes, una bonita casa y otra casa de arriendo, sin deuda. Pero estoy segura de que la paz con que vive le vale más que cualquiera de las posesiones. /p p /ppb¿De dónde eres?/b/p p/ppGuapeo, Mexico. En Guapeo si mataron una gallina, hicieron una fiesta porque nunca se matoron una gallina. Era un día muy especial. /p p /ppb¿Como eran las condiciones económicos de tu niñez?/b /p p/ppPues eran muy tristes. Eramos nueve de familia, mas Papá y Mamá eramos once. Solo Papá trabajaba y a veces mi hermano el mayor. Nosotros todos podíamos ayudar un poco, pero no era suficiente. Fue demasiado triste la vida económica de mi niñez. Vivíamos en el campo. Había escuela pero solo hasta sexto grado. Estuve en la escuela. Los muchachos, compañeros míos que podían, iban a estudiar al municipio. Ellos podían ir al municipio y seguir con la escuela. /p p /ppb¿Despues del sexto qué hiciste?/b/p p/ppMe fui a trabajar, porque necesitabamos vivir y tuvimos que dejar la escuela. /p p /ppb¿En qué trabajabas?/b/p p/ppBueno...en el campo. Precisamente, a los 16 años, se casó mi hermana, la mayor, y su esposo tenía un terreno donde él sembraba y me fuí con ellos a trabajar, a ayudarle, y me fue muy bien. Recuerdo que sembramos y él me dió la mitad de la cosecha. Eso fue mi pago. Fue maravilloso para mi y para mi familia a lo que recibimos de pago de esa tierra. /p pViviendo con mi hermana y mi cuñado...la familia de él tenía algo bonito entre ellos y me gustó su confidencia. Luego, a los 16 años mi converti a Dios. Recuerdo de un texto que esa familia me enseñó, "Buscad primeramente el reino de Dios y su justicia y que todo lo demás os serán añadidas." Y esto fue lo que yo hice. Creí con todo mi corazón que había un Dios y que Él me ayudaría. /p p /ppb¿En ese epoca de la adolesencia, tenías sueños?/b /p p/ppComo todos los jóvenes que queiren tener una casa, quieren tener una familia, y quieren mejorar en todo lo más posible. Pero parece que pasó el tiempo y las cosas no cambiaban. /p p /ppb¿Cuanto tiempo pasó?/b/p p/ppDespués de que tenía 24 años, me casé. Tuve una esposa y dos hijas y las cosas no estaban malas, pero no estaban muy bien. Todavía mi sueño estaba por realizarse. Pero yo tenía la confianza en Dios y tenía la esperanza que podría. Después tuve otro trabajo con La Comisión Federal de la Electricidad, pero no se ganaba mucho. Económicamente estabamos todavía en tiempos dificiles. /p p /ppb¿Describe como llegaste cambiar tu situación económica? /b/p p/ppEn ese tiempo yo trabajaba con un grupo de una iglesia, como obrero. Fuimos invitados y venimos a Reynosa por 3 días. En esos tres días tuve la oportunidad de llegar hasta la mitad del puente de los Estados Unidos, entre Reynosa y Hidalgo. Solo podría mirar para los Estados Unidos, pero allí soñé nuevamente que algún día quizás podría pasar a los Estados Unidos y que mi vida posiblemente iba a mejorar. /p pDesde esa fecha, el gobierno en Tamaulitas había facilitado un pasaporte tourista para venir a los Estados Unidos, a todos que vivieron en Tamaulitas. Gracias a Dios que me tocó con mi esposa recibir una de esos pasaportes y con permiso podríamos venir a Corpus Christi, a San Antonio, a cualquier lugar que pudieramos. /p pRecuerdo que en una ocasión, en el tiempo de un huracán, estaban solicitando trabajadores que venieron a ayudar a reconstruir lo que el huracán había [destruido]. Esta fue mi primera vez de venir a los Estados Unidos de trabajo. En Corpus, trabajé. Y desde entonces un señor siempre me llamaba cada temporada del algodón que veniera a ayudar, y siempre lo hacía cada año. /p pY al fin, hubo un problemita con los amigos con quien trabajamos allá en Mexico. Parece que me cerraron la puerta. Hice mi decisión a venirme a los Estados Unidos. Es decir no tenía otra salida. Recuerdo ese día en 1980 en que venimos a Corpus Christi y empezamos una vida diferente en este pais. /p pMe acuerdo de una vez cuando hicimos la decisión de que queríamos comprar la primera casa. No teníamos para dar el engancho, pero teníamos el interés de juntar dinero para comprar una casa. $20 por semana, los apartabamos. Nos hacía falta esos $20 para algo más, para salir y comer, pero decidimos que ibamos a apartarlo porque era para comprar una casa. Y seguimos guardando esos $20 por semana, cuando nos vino la oportunidad de tener una casa, nuestra primera casa, teníamos $7,000. Realmente lo que nos hace prosperar es cuando tenemos ganas de prosperar y una visión y desde luego una familia que nos apolla. Yo creo que se llega lejos cuando estamos de acuerdo. /p p /ppb¿Hay algo especial en tu historia sin lo cual todo hubeira sido diferente en tu vida? /b/p p/ppEse punto se sucedío cuando mis amigos nos cerraron las puertas. Creíamos que el mundo se nos echó encima. Realmente sin tener los papeles legales para vivir en los Estados Unidos, así nos venimos. Lo que nos pasó, creo que nos pasó para bien. Aunque cuando nos pasó fue un disaste. Fue algo que iba a acabar con nosotros, el ánimo y no teníamos ganas de hablar con nadie. No había una manera de escapar. Yo siempre he creido, "Primero el reino de Dios, luego lo demás os serán añadidas." Ese problema que nos pasó, en vez de que haya sido para mal, fue lo que nos ayudó. /p p /ppb¿Qué consejo podrías dar al alguien que quiere mejor su situación económica? /b/p p/ppYo creo que lo que me ha ayudo en mi vida ha sido que como familia yo siempre he creido que mi esposa no es propiedad mia, ni yo soy propiedad de mi esposa, sino que estamos prestados. Que mis hijas no son mi propiedad, ni yo soy propiedad de ellas, sino que estamos prestados. Un día vamos a tener que seperar, sea por muerte o sea por lo que sea, y siempre hemos tratado de vivir como un acuerdo de los dos. Lo que pudieramos hacer entre los dos, hicimos entre los dos. /p pSi alguien tiene una familia y la esposa dice, "Yo trabajo pero lo que yo gano es mío y lo que tú ganas es tuyo," yo pienso que así no vamos a llegar a ninguna parte. Sino que si se juntan entre dos, juntan lo poquito que ganan, es mejor. Si entre tres o cuatro, se juntan con el mismo fin, van a prosperar. Desde luego yo creo que lo primero, lo primero es buscar a Dios. Y Dios se encargará a uno. /p p /ppbY con esa seguridad, uno no tiene que preocuparse, no? /b/p p/ppClaro que Dios se encarga del manana. Cuando Dios manadaba el maná del cielo a los Israelitas en el desierto, no les daba dos o tres días. Se les daba por un día no más. Dios se encargará del manana. /p pYo creo que para tener éxito en la vida, debo tener fé y amor. Estos van de la mano. Fé en Dios, amor por Dios y después por nuestro semejante. Y tenemos que vivir el día de hoy como si fueramos a morir mañana. Porque el mañana traerá sus afanes, sus cosas negativas y positivas. Asi que hoy es el día para hacer decisiones. /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p

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  • GROWING UP FREE IN AMERICA - a book review

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    root
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    pstrongReViewSfortheRevOlutioN- a PNN review column for all your literary, visual and audio art needs/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/350/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby George Tirado/p pWhat can you say about a piece of work so volatile, that just reading the back cover of the book will make 80% of P.C. America cringe in their boots? "I own nigger . I purchased it with the blood of my fathers. I stole it from the mouths of my masters. I created it in the soul of my sons. It is mine. I am it's god......." This is only a taste of what there is to expect from bGrowing up Free in America/b by Bruce Jackson. /p pWhat Bruce Jackson has done is to take the pretty out of art, poetry and short prose, and instead of creating something nice for the reader, he has given us a loaded gun filled with bullets of reality./p pWhat makes Bruce Jackson's work important, especially now, is this war on poverty. This is a war in which there are no winners, and each person who is fighting to survive is not really living. The pain is real, the addiction is real , the violence is real , and the outcome is also very real. If you give into it you die, but sometimes it's easier to quit. "There is brutal silence in the night. Listen. They are screaming. Black is the fire in the city below the dark of the sky. Black is inhaling fire, exhaling smoke into base pipes hissing gripped liquid crack, burning until the hissing explodes...."/p pThis is a view of America from the eyes of a Black man, cold and angry. Here is a man who is not afraid to write about gentrification, racism, poverty, drug addiction and violence. Not only violence by police, but by his own race. This is a book in which the main character is not human, but a being driven to extinction by his own hand. What is the point of writing like this? It's the truth found in between the lines; he makes you work for it. This book is great in that it falls in line with other revolutionary writings such as uSolidad Brother/u by George Jackson, uOn a Mission/u by The Last Poets, and uAn Autobiography of Malcolm X/u . /ppThis book is for everyone. This book will open your eyes and challenge something inside of yourself: something called Freedom.br / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • the word is our weapon

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
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    pstrongA book review of a collection of selected writings by Subcomandante Marcos/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/325/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby George Tirado/p pIt all started at midnight January 1, 1994 when a group of masked guerillas came down from the mountains of southeastern Mexico, raised arms against a corrupt Mexican government, and demanded Justice, Liberty, and Democracy. The news broke the next morning and a place called Chiapas would soon become a household word. A pipe-smoking, black ski-masked Zapatista, named Subcomandante Marcos, would become a spokesman for not only an uprising, but of a generation of revolutionaries./p pSome would call Marcos a terrorist, others found a new voice of liberation through his writing. But it is through his many letters that he enlightens the world not only about the problems of classism, but about the poor, and the effects of neo-liberalism. Neo-liberalism's international financing strategy is to remove all labor, environmental, and human rights considerations from national laws. They accomplished this through the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) and the World Trade Organization (WTO). Marcos explains what happens to Third World indigenous peoples when power-mad countries like the United States and his own country, Mexico, sink their claws into the poor and drain them of everything: land, oil, food, education, leaving them with alcoholism, drug addiction, prostitution, and disease./p pYou cannot beat what you cannot see; this is the reason why the Zapatistas wear masks and are nameless. "We are the faceless ones," Marcos writes, "Being silent our voices are passing away." To the Zapatista movement this is very important. As Marcos explains, it is time we broke out of the history of pain and humiliation and made our new history, and with this our own pantheon of revolutionary gods like Pancho Villa, Zapata, and El Cheí./p pTheir voices ring out from these letters. Some are funny. Some are so intense they make you cringe when you realize that all they want is what the rest of the world takes advantage of every day, but thinks nothing about. These are the three words that have changed history: Liberty, Justice, and Democracy. With their voices they will scream, "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" or, "YO BASTA!"/p pThe Word Is Our Weapon is an amazing collection of letters that not only record a struggle that has been going on for 509 years but lets us into the secret world of the Zapatistas, seeing the struggle through their eyes by their myths and stories. Through the letters we see everyday life, from children fighting over candy to Marcos letting the author of a lost poem know how he missed whispering the poem into the ear of his lady. In the eyes of the world, Marcos is not only a soldier and a leader in the truest sense of the word, but also a poet and a hero. Through this timeless work, we are shown how their struggle is justified./p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • Playground For the Rich

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrongOakland is under siege by developers seeking to make their riches by displacing downtown residents with the 10 K Plan. /strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/351/photo_1_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Lynda Carson/p pOakland Ca--Last week during the Oakland City Council meeting, the sparks were flying before the vote was cast 5 to 3 "for" on the agenda item "S-15.1/Residential Infill Development Project." The item sets in motion the process to continue with the downtown 10 k Plan./p pThere were no staff reports to provide any details, and City Staffers scrambled to answer the many questions that arose. It became crystal clear that Mayor Jerry Brown was trying to make an end run around C.E.Q.A.-California Environmental Quality Act- so as to proceed as quickly as possible with the 10 K Plan with as little opposition as possible. Mayor Jerry Brown's henchman Robert Bob, City Manager, overrode any and all misgivings and rushed it through, despite the lack of the staff report. Council Members Nadel, Brunner and Wan voted against the agenda item S-15.1, and were alarmed by the intent of Mayor Jerry Brown to narrow the scope of the Master Environmental Impact report for the whole of the 10 K Plan during the next five years. Council Members Spees, Reid, Mayne, Chang, and De la Fuente sided with the Mayor in this attack against democracy. /p pOakland, nearly 54 square miles, is under siege by developers seeking to make their riches by displacing downtown residents with new settlers brought in by the 10 K Plan. Like the founding developers of this nation who cared little for the native inhabitants who were displaced and died off as gentrification occured, Oakland's City Officials continue to pursue their efforts to make downtown Oakland a playground for the rich. As these efforts unfold it's plain to see that every step possible is being taken to steamroll over the rights of the environmentalists/citizens that seek E.I.R.'s before an individual project permit is granted. The strong Mayor Jerry Brown now operates as the strong dictator of Oakland, and presently seeks a third waiver from environmental laws that he feels are cramping his style./p pRumors are flying that the local chapter of the Sierra Club owes the Mayor a favor and plans to back him on this. Mayor Jerry Brown's intent is to narrow the scope of the Master Environmental Report needed during the next five years for the Central District of Oakland, where the heart of the infamous 10 K Plan proceeds. Mayor Brown has nothing but contempt for the California Environmental Quality Act known as C.E.Q.A., as he tries to do the two-step around it, bulldozing the poor into oblivion to make way for the rich./p pStill in the way of Mayor Brown's 10 K Plan is St. Mary's Center, and a contingent of 24 hotel buildings in the Central District that contain SRO's (single room occupancy hotels). A minimum of 1,811 units are in these SRO's , and the Mayor believes that the poor people in these hotels are of no value to the Oakland he envisions. In his obsession to arrange for a Final Solution to rid downtown Oakland of the poor, the Mayor had his city staff analyze the estimated value of all the SRO's of the Central District in order to figure out the cost of a massive relocation plan. The cost to take over these properties and relocate all the occupants of the hotels came to a whopping figure well over 100 million dollars, which may be why the plan is still on hold at this point. Despite this setback, strategies to implement the 10 K Plan still are unfolding very quickly. /p pNot only are the low-income renters at risk from the 10 K Plan, but Alameda County Social Service Providers and the huge non-profit sector located downtown feel the pressure from the City's marketing strategies that attempt to sell off downtown Oakland to the highest bidders. City Officials rudely act as though they can run roughshod over the inhabitants of downtown Oakland, in their rush to show off the Central District to wealthy developers prospecting for gold. /p pThe 10 K Plan has estimates of 6,000 units of new housing over an area of 30 to 40 city blocks to make room for the 10 thousand new settlers Mayor Brown wants to bring into town. If you think the Palestinians are having problems with settlers in their homeland, just wait and see how Oaklanders shall feel about being pushed aroundbr / once things get really heated up./p pThere are seven contrived districts that make up the 10 K Plan Area, with the 6,000 new rental units split up among them. They include the Valdez District, Lower Lake Merritt District, San Pablo Gateway District, Old Oakland District,br / Lower Broadway District, Loft District, and the Lake Merritt Channel District.br / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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  • Where have all the benches gone...

    09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    pstrongChannel Four News “expose” rationalizes the planned removal of all the benches used by poor and homeless folks in United Nations Plaza. /strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/326/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Tom Gomez and Lisa Gray-Garcia/p pSunday morning I went out the door of my shelter at 6:30 am. I intended to go to sit on a bench in U.N Plaza and read my Sunday Times while waiting for the Quaker services I regularly attend to begin at 11:00 am. Sitting on those benches and reading my morning paper is a daily ritual for me. If I have an extra dollar I also like to enjoy coffee with my paper. My job (yes, I have a job, and so do most homeless people I know) doesn’t start until 3:00 pm and nothing opens until 9:00 am. I would stay in and sleep late like most of you probably do, but I live in a shelter. So I occupy a bench at my local park, reading my paper and watching the sunrise while sipping my coffee. /p pThe city is offended by that. Channel 4 is outraged by it. On Saturday the City removed the benches. A bench removal that had been planned for several months. Channel 4, I’m told, portrayed the park as an open sewer where homeless people sell and use drugs flagrantly. I don’t have a television. I missed the report. I miss the benches too. /p pDoes the city expect me to believe that with literally thousands of officers they are powerless to prevent a few dozen criminals from selling and using drugs in broad daylight? The crime the city has targeted here has nothing to do with drugs being sold or used. The city wants to purge its downtown of poor people and especially men of color. Throughout the whole weekend after the removal of the benches I observed police stopping black men exclusively, for no apparent reasons, demanding they produce identification and conducting random searches. /p pI am tired of being victimized for no better reason than my inability to pay $2,300.00 a month rent on my income from a $9.00hr catering job! Being a man of color is not a crime, and should not constitute “probable cause” nor invite forced warrant checks and random searches./p p No one supports urban blight. But in this case the city is responsible for failing to enforce existing laws for years, thus creating public outrage, and then mounting an outright attack on the poor in response. If the city is tired of seeing desperately poor people littering the streets of this city, I have a fine suggestion: BUILD AFFORDABLE HOUSING! And instead of punishing all of us, forcing us off public benches and into the streets at dawn, how about the innovative solution of curbing crime by arresting criminals? What a concept. Someone should suggest it to Chief Lau and Mayor Brown. /p pbExposing What?/bbr / br /By Lisa Gray-Garcia/p pThe Camera’ s gaze panned across the landscape at San Francisco’s United Nations Plaza lingering at discarded bottles, crumpled paper bags, empty beer cans...and then....a face... a man...An African-American man....smoking something...a cigarette, perhaps.. we’re not sure..then another African-American man.. then an African-American woman...then an African-American child...then another....then another and..another..and another and...until one would believe that the entire population of homeless folks in UN Plaza was African-American and then a voice, the voice of truth, the voice of.....authority?../p p“At the United Nations Plaza our hidden cameras uncovered the rampant drug use of Homeless People in UN Plaza...” This so-called “undercover” report by KRON-channel 4 (which incidently is owned by the Hearst Corporation) was followed by a shocked” interview with Mayor Brown - who after viewing the tape I just described, commented that he “would have his office look into it and see what could be done”/p pSeveral hours later the Benches at UN Plaza were removed, or rather "seized" by unmarked city vehicles- this act rendered almost every person in UN Plaza at-risk of being cited for loitering as their ability to sit was no longer legally sanctioned by the presence of benches in UN Plaza. /p p The Coalition on Homelessness filed a Freedom of Information Act Request, at which point it was uncovered that the bench removal was planned by the Mayor and City government several months ago, proving that the Mainstream media was used as an integral part of a public relations campaign to rationalize San Francisco's most recent act of racial and economic cleansing. /p p As well, and most disturbing to us at POOR, was the depiction of "so-called" homeless people, none of whom were actually spoken to, consulted or interviewed, about their homelessness or their alleged substance abuse, but as well, the intentional and bUNTRUE/b impression created by the direction of the Channel Four News cameras, that everyone in UN Plaza, was homeless, African-American, and on Drugs. /p pWe at POOR know this is not true because we are the poor folks who used to sit in UN Plaza, we are also the elders, the youth, Native Americans, African-Americans, Asians, Whites, Latinos and so on and so on.. and we have a voice, a voice of authority, an insider voice..and obviously we NEED to Be Heard!! /p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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