2003

  • Dim, Birthday, & Dreams. No Excuse For Cavedweller Jerkbrain.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    A day closer to
    lay prone in a cryo-coffin.

    Before that some 'travlin music.

    Do Dream don't Talk it.

    by Joe B.

    Dumb stuff happen sometimes for example making up arbitrary arguments to be hurtful and not knowing why even while your doing it.

    Odd, how brains work because this stupid stunt I dreamed of Daniel Boone, Davy Crocket in buck skins and coonskin caps with long rifles in the crook of their arms.

    Four children are between them three young boys and a girl.

    Crocket say’s to Boone "We don’t time for this lets go."

    Boone is talking with two tears in his eyes, his cheek smeared with blood.

    I know one or both died defending the Alamo in Texas.

    I’m thinking both men are frontier roaming free spirits ranging far from the taming of civilized living.

    The children could represent past aspects still holding on as the two warriors safely guide them out of the settlement into the wild areas and I had a feeling that the children will be protected, nurtured, and are extremely safe their capable hands.

    For me it means an ending and letting it go naturally not artificially speeding that end.

    Today is the day before my birthday I will be 49 maybe its clinical depression, a dip in bio rhythm but whatever happened was uncalled for attack and when I heard a honey-butter sweet voice talking to someone on the phone it’s a signal to leave knowing the fool should leave no dignity at all.

    Later the next night called, returned with food that couldn’t eaten and returned home what little repair tried with bad food offering its my inept way of apology.

    It all it boils down to temporary insanity, less blood to the brain, or clinical depression.

    There are reasons why men compartmentalized and now women now too.

    Women’s Pineal Gland are larger than men possibly because of a woman’s more complex 28 day menstrual, pregnancy, and menopause cycles

    At this point I believe People-kinds future doesn’t depend on women’s stronger bio/sociological or mentally balanced work in tandem brains or men’s logic, tool making, stronger bodies but a perfect blend both sexes.

    Also through all the "S" orientations, you know ‘em all by now all are included isn’t it curious that all the "S-O"s are from only basic male and female.

    both same sex males/women need each other’s embedded chromosomes from each female and male.

    Unless through a blend of science and technology women and men can change into each others sex .(from an old science fiction book.

    Only then will men know the power of a woman’s complexity of emotive landscapes life giving/taking/protecting.

    Women can experience complex and simple ways men can just be power automatically a given or men with out power and how they can finally understand the pressures male go through forever losing their surety of false superior species as most men already have.

    Oh, and as for the woman or man who so loathes Poor that they must email their bored hate of it there is for him/her–A kind of lonely purgatory half life.

    Here is what PM wants for her/him. A long, loving, healthy life of joy. Bye.

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  • A HOMELESS MAN'S ALTERNATIVE TO 'CARE NOT CASH'

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    EDITOR'S NOTE: Is homelessness the "Willie Horton" issue of the San Francisco mayoral race? Critics of a frontrunner's
    program say it's effective in winning votes but fatally flawed as a solution to the homeless crisis. PNS contributor
    Sapphire is a homeless writer who lives in San Francisco. He took part the WTO protests in Seattle and has been a
    squatter, occupying empty buildings in San Francisco, San Diego and Seattle.

    by SAPPHIRE/PACIFIC NEWS SERVICE

    SAN FRANCISCO--Millionaire Supervisor Gavin Newsom is trying to win the race for mayor of San Francisco at the expense
    of elderly, disabled and homeless county assistance recipients. City officials across the nation who are truly seeking
    solutions to the homeless crisis won't learn a useful thing from him.

    Obsessed with what poor San Franciscans like me do with their trifling $320 to $394 per month cash grant, Newsom is
    still trying to ramrod Proposition N, his "Care Not Cash" legislation, through the city's Board of Supervisors.

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    he slick language of Prop. N convinced voters that medical care, housing, meals and shelter would be provided to the
    2,400 or so individuals and families, in place of the county assistance they now use to survive.

    The reality, however, is that there is no infrastructure in place to support such a broad and monolithic county
    expenditure, as City Budget Analyst Harvey Rose concluded in his June 9 report to the Board. Rose's office, which
    oversees all budget expenditures considered by the Board, issued a scathing 28-page indictment of Newsom's political
    shell game.

    Rose estimated the city could wind up spending more money on providing services to those cut off welfare than the $13.9
    million it currently spends on cash assistance. He also found little evidence of widespread welfare fraud by
    out-of-town homeless people; catching those cheats was supposed to fund the "care" part of Newsom's program. Already,
    some $1.5 million have been squandered on biometric laser fingerprinting and photo technology designed to catch an
    imaginary army of double-dippers.

    Judge Ronald Quidachay's recently struck down Care Not Cash on grounds that only the state, not the voters, can
    regulate welfare recipients. Unfortunately, his ruling applies only to 1,000 of the 2,400 homeless County Adult
    Assistance Program (CAAP) recipients. The other 1,400, including disabled people, the elderly, working mothers and
    mentally ill residents were still slated to have their checks cut to $59 by July 1. (the cut-off date is now in limbo;
    the supervisors will meet again to consider Prop. N). If implemented as currently crafted, Prop N will expel at least
    610 current shelter residents.

    No more than .025% of the families, workers and disabled people in San Francisco are homeless and currently receiving
    General Assistance in the form of cash grants. Yet, Board members (including Newsom) just voted themselves a 66 percent
    pay raise. So even though there will be no care, we do know where the cash will go.

    Those of us who have personally experienced how San Francisco treats its poor have no illusions that anything less than
    stepped-up police violence, alienation and the curtailment of our human and civil rights is on the way.

    I've never heard Newsom talk about freedom of choice. For example, as a cash grant recipient under the CAAP programs, I
    may want to attend a trade school or rent a space on a friend's sofa with my monthly stipend. I may want to put an
    outfit together and look for work as a bar back or waiter. I may even choose to (God forbid!) join a young lady for
    dinner or a movie. Under Ordinance N, my personal choice in these matters is completely stripped from me. This is about
    human dignity.

    As a young homeless man in San Francisco, I have a few pragmatic suggestions for helping homeless men and women meet
    the challenges they face:

    --Close all shelters, thereby removing from the equation fat cats and parasites who, entrusted with the well-being of
    tens of thousands of human beings, often have little or nothing to show in return for the astronomical amounts of
    money, resources and commodities they receive.

    -

    -Utilize existing housing and urban development funds as matching funds to assist private, non-government groups such
    as Homes Not Jails in opening up empty building and units to squatters, students and low-wage workers.

    --Create a liaison between the city and squatters to enhance squatters' rights at a time when housing will be most
    crucial.

    --Streamline funding to prevent extensive bureaucratic expenditures and cronyism.

    --Be pragmatic and real about freedom of personal choice; it's often the only real way poor people can improve their
    lot. For example, two, three or more individuals or families should be able to pool their resources to make ends meet
    or pay rent for a living space.

    --Waive San Francisco City College tuitions for homeless students so that those willing to try to improve their lot can
    do so.

    --Phase out traditional institutional entitlements with Habitat for Humanity-type models encouraging self-sustainable
    and long-term success.

    Homelessness, because it involves human lives, is far more complex than glib and simplistic "solutions" like "Care Not
    Cash" make it out to be.

    (06262003) **** END **** (C) COPYRIGHT PNS

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  • Perfect Guys/Women's Deep Hurt.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    We can only be good as
    we want and keep learning.

    Brutal facts of life can be lived
    through, its hard but it happens.

    by Joe B.

    A long time ago I griped about the perfect man or woman syndrome.

    Well, these hypothetical perfect people have to have parent’s, grand parent’s or friends that at critical moments tell these perfect people to be when their being foolish, too stubborn, to fight, or when to give in.

    Think the Mickey Rooney "Andy Hardy" films of the past where his father, a gentle, soul of a father who happens to be a judge in a small town helps his son out over the rough patches of adolescence, his mental anguish dealing with girls and later young women.

    It seems to me perfect men or women are flexible in the give and take of relationships between the sexes.

    Yes, both sexes have survived all types of terrible traumas.

    Others may not know of and when closeness or intimacy begins some may react inappropriately from screaming, total catatonia, or violence while the person not knowingly triggered whatever outburst that has occurred.

    These days so many of us have inner demons hidden from others trying "to be-stay strong handling it."

    Myself I am leery of women because not only are the so called normal in semi angry moods but those suffering from family abuse, childhood to date rapes and may be "handling it" until a poor slob like me accidentally triggers mental/physical memories long hidden.

    I personally know of two or three woman who suffers survived through these brutalities.

    What has always struck me is why tell me and bind me to secrecy?

    I cannot tell anyone, I dare not embrace them because of what too close a man’s touch means to them unless they’ve had months or years of therapy I understand the rage father’s, son’s, brother’s, and boyfriends have to kill another man who has hurt women in their lives.

    Some of the rage is from "she’s mine" or "I must avenge her/myself." But its also that we as men couldn’t protect them from this terror.

    Now matter if we did find, torture, kill, or put them behind bars the crime and damage is done.

    I don’t know if I or anyone man can ever be perfect all men can do is be the very best male for the women we love or who love us.

    As for the women telling me their deepest fears, hurts, dreams, and nightmares… I keep their council sometimes it takes women a long time to trust anyone let alone males when their person has been so violated.

    Maybe that’s part of being a perfect man to be keep secrets and only reveal them when it no longer helps them.

    I’m no perfect guy, my one room apartment is always a mess, I like skin flicks even though I don’t watch them alone I’ve found out it hurts to not hug, embrace someone in pain as for them to except it.

    To me perfect men are already here, its up to their mates to make that choice that way we all can be perfect for the men or women who loves us and not try living up to some hypothetical man or woman not existing at this time.

    I must as women who’ve gone through that lonely hell and have been helped later or their males in their lives.

    How can I help my sister’s without causing them anymore stress than they’ve already suffered?


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  • N-Show In City Hall, Ok, It's Serious but if I don't laugh I'll fall apart.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    I'm kinda depressed.

    Big 4 'Freakin 9
    'lookin at me.

    I still I can beat this
    aging thing and I'm not alone folks.

    by Joe B.

    Tiny and I to race City Hall by van.

    Today people are mostly held their anger at Mayoral hopeful Supervisor though there are shouts, signs, loud murmurs about Gavin Newsom.

    One good thing I didn’t bring my backpack so the guard and metal detector didn’t take long going in this time.

    A few of the speakers are Mr. Darrel Walker, regular citizen, Comedian/Political Activist Bill Anderson (is that right) and Mr. Abdullah Megahed/Homeless Activist and Legally blind who also will speak to Care Not Cash debate.

    All I do is take photo’s as directed by Tiny and hoping some are worth a newspapers insert and I get a film credit.

    Folks, I’m also available for commercial, voice over work, and already have a Ask Joe. Holding Up The Sky.

    Also currently working on short stories – I’m need of a Literary Agent also.

    That’s enough personal plugging.

    The crowed are full of so many people against N and vocal about it the place could’ve been adjourned it didn’t come to that as people saw it would defeat the purpose of having a public hearing on the subject of leaving people with $59 monthly many sheltered or not with the care or services curiously in suspended.

    Mr. Newsom, listened with patience, asking question, poised showed professional care with all at the podium.

    The man is polished, awake, and ready with both questions and answers.

    After more shots of people, asking if the wish to decline being photographed which is the right of every citizen though most people don’t mind.

    I myself wouldn’t want media in my grill either. Big media is there from KRON News, ABC-7, KCBS, and CBS-5.

    I’m sure there are other news-feeds but since flashing folks with a throw-away camera I could not be sure which but I know it wasn’t all English Telemundo –14 (if I’m in error)

    Excuse me, running around with paper, pen take pictures, getting names is a slight distraction.
    Note to self by digital recorder next when I can.

    Later the van heads back to POOR Magazine headquarters. 5 years later, I’m still not use to quickie "Guerrilla Journalism" That’s the media biz for you.

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  • A Rushed July 4th & 5th. Enjoyed Being Independent?

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Visit to Family friends wish
    there was more time to sleep.

    Women, Why Men Still Exist.

    In This War Of The Sexes, my
    armor lain a-ground, head bound, in
    birth suit not knowing...

    If mercy has left his sister's land.

    by Joe B.

    Hectic pre holiday almost got away from me.

    A few days previous mama emails me about sister-in-law and brother visiting for a short time because of a test he must take before heading back Chicago Illinois.

    Hoping to be there for a day or two as June 30th and July 1st came and went only delaying my trip out of the City.

    Picked up check, saved some, then to check cashing for money order to pay rent, phone, buy soap, bathing, and cleansing items getting for late night light meal across the bay getting out of the City for a few hours.

    Then fouled up a meeting at least though I had before finding out later that the person in Berkeley went to L.A. unexpectedly so quickly they hadn’t time to leave a note, or email me about.

    I blamed myself I'm really late and know what its like to wait and wait for someone.

    Luckily all the trains, busses, are late giving me time to catch each one in turn arriving 11:35 or so.

    Bed for me is a self-inflated mat with sleeping bag atop it, won’t matter I have entered z-land.

    Early dawn loud bangs wake me sounding like gunfire.

    My brother say’s "Stay down."

    I’m not going anywhere to experience a raining bullets.

    He called the police, explained what is happening but remembers it’s the 4th of July and called the police saying he realized what all the noise was about.

    He later told all of us he was just one of 30 callers on the same night they had patrolled the area making sure no guns were being fired.

    With friends, families, and a private Bar-B-Que and James Bond/Planet Of The Apes Marathon on a wide screen TV its all good.

    All too soon on Saturday I had to return to San Francisco.

    Leaving Fairfield early or midday would get me back to the City in time.

    On the road by 12:26 noon bright midday I slept most of the time until I at my apartment by 2 am.

    After watching them drive away I go home, dial mama to wake me up at 4:30 p.m., tell the Front Desk to wake me by 5 p.m."
    "Son, 4:30."

    "Thank you, Love you."

    "Love you too." A long leisurely cleansing of body, floss, brush teeth, underarm deodorant.

    Its convenient having a bus pass even if it costs 35 dollars and is about to go up.

    By 6:28 I’m clean and ready with a few dollars to offer $5 to 10 or whatever I can pay.

    Skipping the walking, looking and again the sinking feeling of being inappropriately late to a live theater happening.

    Ms. Jazmine, one of the performer’s of Colored Ink And Brava! Present


    WOMEN.

    ALL PRAISE GIVEN WE’RE THE REASON WHY YOUR LIVIN.


    A NIGHT OF SELF-LOVE AND EXPRESSION THROUGH SPOKENWORD AND OPEN INSIGHT.

    I cannot judge art though one below to my right shows a woman of green I interpret as Gaia, a heart of gold for pure love another ahead of me is a black woman who’s full breasts invite she, nurturer, feeder of nations, and yes entices to feast if she chooses.

    They first honor ancestors gone, living, and contemporaries they portray themselves and other
    women as lesbian, straight.

    Whatever orientation are shown as fierce, brave, strong, brittle, hurt, yet rising above all and despite cruelties, selfishness, deadly, cowardice, of both white, black and rainbow men.

    Amazingly, love is still there though it is now tempered and men have to prove it in every action and deed.

    If men let go of their on inner fears, false masculine machismo.

    I cannot single out singers from poets, poets from dancers, and story tellers of heart churning tales of death, love, hate, survival, happiness, and yearning.

    There is too much for me to absorb I pray these women were recorded for posterity as they did their live shimmering magic.

    Ms. Dvorah Major, Poet Laureate (2002), Novelist, Essayist as featured guest speaker shatters the audience by sheer force of her wordsmith voice.

    In the end there are questions/answers and Lisa who had come near the middle of first acts end is way more eloquent in her capacity as audience/journalist.

    I thanked Ms. Jazmine and all the players on stage in my studious, stuttering, quiet, deference of their talents in slight fear and total awe.

    Drinking tea, eating cookies I am ready to depart feeling weary ready for sleep literally rung out emotionally and slightly shaking from the deep performance what keeps standing isn’t stalwart male strength but the deep feminine in me that has from time to time scolded, laughed, cajoled, and kept me balanced when the male in me runs retreating from strong emotions it couldn’t handle so my female half holds me steady until
    I safely arrived home.

    Someday maybe balance can be between fem and male
    but it must start from within each of everyone of us before becoming a normalized process just because one’s orientation differs from others does not negate our dual selves.

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  • The Suitcase Clinic

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Direct legal, medical and advocacy services for houseless folk in Berkeley

    by Lynda Carson

    Berkeley's Suitcase Clinic was founded by undergraduate pre-med students from the UCB-UCSF Joint Medical
    Program and the UCB School of Public Health in 1989, and according to it's mission statement it exists to
    promote the health and overall well-being of homeless and low-income individuals. Most of their donations
    come from fund raising, grant writing, and the City of Berkeley helps out with around $4000 annualy to help keep
    their legal clinic operating.

    Some of the much needed services being freely offered to the homeless are urgent care medical services,
    social services, dental services, veterinary services, chiropractic care, optometric services and free eyeglasses,
    acupuncture, food supplies, haircutting, foot washing and massage, legal services, meals, clothing and a
    limited number of vouchers for hotels.

    It's that little oasis of a crossroads where the young pre-med students and the local homeless population have a
    chance to spend an evening together on a weekly basis, and for a brief moment the cultural barriers of American
    life seem to momentarily disappear. This clinic helps to serve all of those involved no matter which side of the
    human spectrum they may be coming from.

    Rich or poor, young, old, or middle aged, the clinic itself serves the needs of those being served as well as
    those offering their volunteer services as a means to share their humanity with one another.

    For the weary eyed road traveler coming in from out of state or out of mind, nothing can compensate the
    homeless wandering unfortunates who may have lost all of their possessions, jobs, friends or loved ones while
    believing that they really have reached the end of the road.

    A lonely road that finally leads them directly to the services of the Suitcase Clinic in Berkeley for a Monday or
    Tuesday night if they happen to enjoy playing basketball, or just want to watch tv, need a chiropractor, or are up to
    having a foot massage and footwash, haircut, need a legal clinic, or the services of an optometrist. Any, or all of
    the above and other services are provided at no cost to the clients that show up at the various clinics.

    Affectionately known as "The Clinic" by it's student volunteers and the homeless who spend an evening together
    on a weekly basis to interact with one another, it is a happening all unto itself as a case-working model that is
    quickly spreading to other university towns across the nation.

    So many of you are out there who can really grasp what it's like to reside at locations without running water,
    electricity, environmental controls, or a place to dump a load on a cold lonely night while you stare up at the stars
    until your mind wanders off into a restless slumber.

    Others know what it's like to be lonely on a cold winter night sitting alone in their truck or car all night long
    listening to the pitter patter of the rain drops hitting the roof above until dawn and beyond. That is of course, if you
    are lucky enough to even have a vehicle to protect yourself from the storm or other hazards of life lurking about on
    a dark cold lonely night.

    You are or may have been known as part the homeless collective, and you know what the challenges are that
    you face on a daily basis in order to survive or maintain some semblance of dignity and humanity. It's the little
    things in life that count.

    You may be down on your luck, and you may be down to your last quarter as your mind maps out a survival
    routine for the day to get you from here till tomorrow without landing at Santa Rita Jail for some trumped up
    charge meant to enrich the fatcats feeding off of the criminal un-justice system.

    But, you made it through for another week, and your ready to enter this oasis of compassion to join the human
    race for that magical evening to fulfill your human needs so that you can keep on trucking just a little bit longer.
    Maybe for just another week, until the clinic doors open up again for all of our brothers and sisters, as they are
    lovingly embraced by the Suitcase Clinic.

    The Tuesday Night General Clinic

    Julia Wildwood an attractive homeless woman from Seattle who needs glasses has good vision, but, needs
    reading glasses, and showed up for an evening at the clinic on July 15, 2003. Julia was pleasantly surprised
    that her input for this story was requested and offered her consent the moment she heard that it was for Street
    Spirit. I love that paper, Julia said, as she quietly sat at a table taking an eye exam being offered for free by one of
    the volunteers in the general clinic at the First Presbyterian Church located at 2407 Dana Street, in Berkeley.

    Wearing a lovely purple top with a tan colored vest and black pants, Julia looked stylish in her own way as she
    described how the clinic has been helping her out as of late. Not only has Julia sought the optometric services
    the clinic offers, but, attorney Osha Neumann has been her guardian angel lately to defend her from the Berkeley
    cops who have arrested her for sleeping upon the steps of Berkeley City Hall.

    I landed at Santa Rita for sleeping outside, but, was never charged, said Julia. The Berkeley cops arrest people
    and lock them up as punishment without ever charging them for an offense, and it appears to be a big racket to
    make alot of money for all of those involved in the criminalization of the poor, said Julia.

    I spent 30 hours at Santa Rita for sleeping on the steps of City Hall, said Julia in exasperation, and it was all for
    nothing, and just aint fair. The Suitcase Clinic is a safe haven for me to go to for services that I no longer can
    afford, said Julia.

    Thanks to the clinic, Osha Neumann joined me in court to defend myself after I landed in Santa Rita Jail from the
    sleeping offense, said Julia, and when we went to court for the hearing it became apparent that the cop who
    arrested me never bothered to show up to press for charges or for a prosecution. This all smacks of a hustle on
    the poor, and people like me get locked up for no good reason other than to provide the corrupt system with
    fresh new victims, said Julia.

    While being tested for the eye exam by a woman I will call Anon because she wants to remain anonymous, Julia
    states that she last had an eye exam back in Seattle during 1991 while her job was to work with homeless
    people in that part of the country. I am long over due for an eye exam, said Julia.

    Julia made it through the eye exam and lottery process to get some new eyeglasses, and is luckier than the
    fellow I observed who tried to sneak his way through the process. He was told to come back and try it again next
    week, and being a gentle natured type of guy he wandered off without a fuss to another section of the clinic
    before heading back out upon the streets.

    Meanwhile, Julia was given a time and date for an appointment at the University Eye Center located on the
    Berkeley Campus in Minor Hall, and she left with some documentation from the Suitcase Clinic plus a map and
    appointment schedule to bring along with her to the University Eye Center.

    According to Christopher (Toff) Peabody a volunteer coordinator at the clinic along with Lauren Wu; the clinic
    pays for the glasses and the business donates the time for the eye examinations, Toff said. The lenses for the
    glasses are the most expensive item the clinic has to deal with during it's annual budget, said Toff.

    Toff had that look of serenity and sure footedness about him as he kept a keen eye on the proceedings at the
    clinic, while he gracefully helped the volunteers to maintain a process that allowed the clinic to function at a
    smooth operating level. If a crisis arose while I was there to observe the clinic in motion, I certainly could not spot
    it, and it all seemed so casual.

    After four years at the clinic, Toff has the experience to keep the clinic running smoothly without making it look
    like he was over exerting himself or acting like a big shot to control every movement of the volunteers or clients. A
    whisper here and a whisper there among his staff/volunteers, and people were moving about in a friendly
    manner to where they were needed to offer the services being sought by the homeless.

    According to Toff, on any given Tuesday evening at the general clinic, the 1 chiropractor may see at least 12-13
    clients a night, the hair stylists may have 10-15 clients a night, the legal clinic see's at least 3-10 clients per
    night, and at least 4 clients were with the optometrist's during my brief visit with them if that's any indication of
    normalcy at the clinic.

    We have 1 chiropracter a night and 4-5 vollunteers on a rotating basis with two that are female, and there is
    normally about 10 optometrist appointments a night, said Toff.

    Students also run a class sponsored by Health and Medical Sciences, so we are responsible for the training as
    well, which is also part of the magic of clinic, said Toff.

    Lester of Lousiana, is a homeless fellow that has been a client at the general clinic for the past 13 years and
    states that everyone should have a home to live in. Lester was having a footwash when I met him at the clinic,
    and he says that out of all the services they offer at the clinic that this is his favorite. To me this is a social visit to
    see my friends and a chance to have a good foot massage at the same time, Lester said.

    On average, theres around 4-6 foot washers per night at the clinic to serve around 16 clients each evening, and it
    takes around 10 minutes to offer someone a good foot wash and massage says, Jenifer Stitchman of
    Washington State. Erica, Bernard, Kripa, and Andrew also had their hands full washing peoples feet while other
    clients patiently waited their turn for what many claim to be the favored service offered at clinic.

    Being one out of 5 footwashers in motion this evening to gently rub the kinks out of peoples tired and tender feet,
    Jenifer stated that we do this out of our love for humanity. I am a volunteer here 3-4 nights a month, and it's our
    way to express our love of humanity in a safe way while interacting with others that may be feeling abused by a
    society that treats them like criminals just because they are poor or homeless, said Jenifer.

    An ancient tradition, footwashing was also popular among the followers of Christ as a means to express their
    love of humanity and fellow human beings back during the so-called biblical times in the far east and elsewhere.

    According to Toff, the staff and volunteers get their training from the Health and Medical Sciences Department at
    the University before joining the Suitcase Clinic. I counted at least 23 volunteers and staff at the debriefing
    meeting after the clinic closed down for the evening on July 15, 2003, and they all sat in a circle to discuss what
    they had experienced that evening in the clinic. In addition, it looked like at least nearly 50-70 clients that showed
    up earlier for the clinic services and this was a quiet evening compared to other nights, said Toff.

    Theres plenty of volunteers said Toff, and the students and church donate everything here that you see to make
    this all happen. The 13 year old clinic is a model used in other university towns and is spreading across the
    nation to break the barriers that have criminalized the poor and homeless, said Toff. Most of the student
    volunteers have not been homeless, but, this does not mean that we cannot relate to the social and medical
    needs of the homeless community, said Toff.

    The medical students of UC Berkeley years ago realized the need to help offer services to the poor, and with the
    support of U.C. Professor Allen Steinbach, they first opened their doors to the poor back in 1989. We now proudly
    have attorney Tirien Steinbach from the East Bay Community Law Center to help run the Legal Clinic who is the
    daughter of Allen Steinbach, Toff says, and with Osha Neumann and Tirien Steinbach to run the legal clinic, we
    have been able to help out many homeless people having legal problems.

    According to Toff, the clinic is a case-working model which appeals to student learning to treat the whole person
    rather than just a single illness. The clinic is also a social experience with boundaries, said Toff, and it's a way
    for everyone to be a part of something that breaks down all class and cultural barriers while serving the needs of
    the community at large.

    The Suitcase Clinic is presently divided up into 3 different locations. The General Clinic, the Womens Clinic, and
    the Youth Clinic, with each having similiar mission goals to reach out to the various members of the community.

    The Monday Night Womens Clinic

    Jen Troia of Maryland works with the Eastbay Community Law Center and as a volunteer helps to operate the
    Suitcase Legal Clinic at the Dwight Womens Shelter on Monday evenings. With 2 advocates and one attorney
    they serve at least 4 to 8 women per evening at the Womens Shelter. Having two years of law school already
    behind her, part of her internship is being accomplished by working with the clinic for 2 hours per week on a
    weekly basis plus a followup on the cases she works on, said Jen.

    I love this job because I feel like I'm helping people, and someday I would like to do civil rights work, said Jen
    Troia.

    Being an extension of the General Clinic, the Womens Clinic operates on Monday nights from 7:30 - 9:30 p.m., in
    Berkeley at the Dwight Womens Shelter as a working model with the same mission and goals as the Suitcase
    General Clinic.

    The Monday Night Youth Clinic

    The Youth Clinic run by Ryan Houk is also known by some as the Punk Music Clinic and is open from 6-9 p.m.,
    on Monday evenings at St. Marks Church in Berkeley. It may seem to be loud and chaotic to the casual observer
    listening to the music and video games blasting away, but, behind the scenes it is actualy very well organized
    with a doctor in one corner, an accupuncturist occupying a different corner and in yet another corner of the room
    a veterinarian has set up shop to help out those that bring in their pets from off of the streets. The youth help out
    to cook the food for that evenings dinner, help to do the foot washing and even produce their own magazine
    known as The Zine. It took alot of work to gain the trust of the youth, Toff said.

    SHARE-Searching How to Achieve Respect & Empowerment

    Share is basically a focus group of people who get together at the General Clinic on Tuesday evenings from
    7:30-9 p.m., to brainstorm ideas and the issues of the day faced by the clinic, it's volunteers and clients. Some
    believe that SHARE is the heart and soul of the Suitcase Clinic. The idea for the legal clinic came out of SHARE
    when it became obvious to the volunteers that homeless people have many legal problems so-called normal
    public defenders do not have the time or funding to resolve. Many other great ideas for the clinic came out of
    SHARE, and they wish to stay focused on civil rights issues.

    At the end of each clinic session Toff, Lauren, Jen, or Ryan along with the other volunteers sit down for a final 15
    minute debreifing before heading home, as a means to check in for the evening with one another and to discuss
    security issues or any other issues that may arise during the course of the clinic sessions. On any given evening
    there may be as many as 20-25 volunteers showing up to assist at the General Clinic, and it really helps to
    process what they experience each session, said Toff.

    Christopher (Toff) Peabody who has been very gracious in sharing his experience with me about the clinic
    emphaticaly states that the biggest problem that the homeless face on a daily basis is the lack of low-income or
    affordable housing. No matter what we can do to help out the homeless, it is clear that they all need some kind
    of housing, and this is the only place around that the homeless can drop in on where people are ready to ask
    them; how are you doing?, said Toff.

    Special thanks to Toff for helping to bring this story alive. Toff mentioned that Lauren Wu has been doing some
    amazing work at the clinic along with all of the rest of the volunteers who give up a few nights a month to spend
    some time with the homeless population.

    For more information about the Suitcase Clinic, call; 510/643-6786

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  • Birth & Death Years, Life-The Middle, We all need more middle and less death.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Each day a personal victory.

    I'm slowly working on the Ultimate
    Victory.

    Yes, I will die someday but with
    cryo-coffin prepared death could be...


    a temporary, slow down rest until my revival.

    by Joe B.

    Near half century, two generations and a half lifetimes.

    My pre birthday celebrations began in POOR Magazine’s Office where I work as Office Manager/Columnist, coffee and toast maker, trash man, photographer, rare reporter /interviewer, call/answer phones, whew; and transcriber of POOR’s new interns or people unseen with new, poems, or eyewitness true stories of lives lived between the margins.

    Though it seems a lot at first its not all that difficult if one learns how to multi task taking frequent rest one can.

    New and current interns on Thursday night bring sweets but not as pure honey and cream as their own strong and gentle personalities. (something’s in my eye and tears are removing it.)

    I’ve noticed mostly women come to POOR there a few men to be sure but its mainly women who really are fearless and at the forefront defending, helping, nurturing we that are working poor, houseless, and mentally ill.

    Is it their mental/physical/ psychological and social upbringing of our or other societies cause them to learn quicker, better internal survival mechanisms most men don’t have or do not to cultivate.

    Maybe we men have less access to being open, risking ridicule, censure as women have and this has given them tremendous strength of will them in mores ways as men are only now widen their society and self imposed narrow limits of manhood.

    All these women have taught the Warrior Goddess aspect of themselves.

    At times I’ve fought back and even recently come to grips life choices even going far making a dear friend believe me no worthy what mindless babbling rants over trivial matters.

    Hurting friends only rebounds double on the perpetrator.

    I act like a dim bulb at times and again must apologize again to a most kind, caring, brave, daring, darling woman who had befriend me I’ve been a complete jerk many times and like the poem recently written in her honor "I always saw you."

    If I am never forgive for being a fool well that is what the fool deserves.

    That goes for everyone else. My road may have been rough but smooth compared to other lives.

    When I was really young in Apple City, Harlem it was nothing for me to invent, create, and tell stories to children slightly younger than myself and I was 5 or 6 at the time.

    That was my true nature laughing, nurturing, spontaneous, loving, hugging, and kissing without fear or dread of being called anything but spirited, energetic, or gregarious.

    Between Lisa, Dee, Mari, Ashley, Alex, Lori, Christina, Isabel (you’ll always be my first muse).

    the other is pretty and physically alluring but she’s a colorful though pale imitation compared to you.

    Many more women not mentioned also helped me but cannot remember or write them all down.

    So the other date web sites on line I’ve checked and to these women I also thank here are some by nicknames.

    To ladybug, ginger-71, and all the rest who have answered online to me without a photo.

    For a fair woman in Ghana, West Africa, special thanks to writing to me.

    And as for everyone else reading I hope you’ve found humor, irony, sarcasm, intelligence, sensuality, sexuality, sexism, ageism, anger, joy, or any of the other emotions.

    I was being me and like everyone we’re all multi faceted personalities.

    I hope one day to write books, travel, marry, love a wife, children, grandchildren and either way to attempt a final victory.

    To be placed immediately after death in a Cryo-coffin (essentially frozen after blood is removed from body, placed in then high tech icebox to be eventually revived, youth regained until fully alive and able to take up life anew.)

    A far dream to be sure but I’m betting God or Goddess gave human’s free will, the capacity to free ourselves at least temporarily from the bonds of illness and death.

    Anyone have tips on where or how to join Cryonics and Immoralist organizations? Bye…

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  • Baker Beach Time Lost, Trying To Be A Nudist With No Naked Folk Around, No Way.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Just trying something
    different.

    Some people surf waves and
    snow, parashute out of planes...

    I want to find nude beach or
    other places that are clothes optional.

    by Joe B.

    I decided checking out San Francisco’s Nearest Close Optional or Baker’s Nudist Beach area.

    I packed extra clothes, nose clips, ears plugs, rocks used to weigh down a sheet and sleeping bag to ward off both heat and cold and, a towel and kit bag with wet towel in plastic.

    4:23 am my new alarm clock rung me groggy but awake.

    When telling the 38 Geary bus driver where I’m going she informs other bus drivers.

    "Get off at 25th Avenue, cross the street and wait for the 29 bus-it’ll take you to Baker Beach."
    "Thank You."

    I was a long ride up the avenue, I don’t think I was ever out that far and still be in-city.

    While riding I had the shock of "Where are all the houses, apartments, motels, hotels?

    I was more green and browns than cement and wood setting I am used to its very calming riding into nature’s arms by way of a bus.

    Getting off walking, reading the signs for being careful of swimming because riptides have drowned people here.

    I see solitary people both sexes all wearing clothes either fishing or walking along the shoreline with sandpipers, seagulls, and pigeons flying on and off small ways of the water.

    From up the shoreline then down where homes over look the beach then I had the bright idea of walking across from Baker to China Beach time the tides.

    It sound great until the sea double crossed me just as I was nearly over the last leg of the journey a huge wave is heading my way.

    Remembering riptide deaths I searched for hand and finger holds grabbing on hard as that huge wage came upon me.

    It seemed larger but only reached my ankles but still it hit with enough force that if I wasn’t holding tight I’d be in the water forced out to see along with my old army back duffle-bag.

    My watch that my mother had bought me two or three years ago is gone! It must’ve been taken by the waves and either dumped in the sea buried in the sand.

    I went back to look but found nothing.

    That settles it this trip is over maybe for me the best place is at close optional resorts, camps, residential area, or apartments then try for the beach.

    The $4 dollar shoes are ruined, my watch is gone, no nude people in sight and I didn’t get to really experience any of the lightly humorous, to gross aspects of being nude or seeing nude folks in all our birthday suits.

    Can anyone out there tell me where apartments, residential area’s, camps, or other place to go.

    I’d read some of my poetry for the price of admission and I would hold my works up to my face and if there is rising during the course well erections happen so maybe it should be for young and mature adults.

    In fact I know it would happen because of the situation I’m placed in.

    I have to leave to work on something else now.

    I may try this nude adventure again but next time I hope its with a friend or two mainly female’s with experience in nudism who can guide this hapless male through the world of the unclothed.

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  • Mi Ultimo Adios… #4

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    An insider journey to the Philippine Islands

    by Mariluna/PNN Youth in the Media report

    Wow, so it has been a month already! time flies fast. This week I finally got sick. It was not a pretty sight. I
    knew I was going to get sick sooner or later. I’m glad I did bring tons of medicine with me. This week was the
    anniversary of the NGO (non-governmental organization) I volunteer for. It was also the President of the NGO’s
    Birthday. There was so much to do this week. The President had a Birthday Party in his house. There was a ton of food,
    dancing, music, and people. (No karaoke this time) It was a blast. On Friday night, I went out with the other two
    Fil-Am in my delegation and we went to a disco (this means nightclub). It was definitely an experience. The disco was
    called Bedrock, and reminded me of The Flintstones. When you go in they first sit you down at a table, and then you
    order food/drinks. The music is provided by a Cover Band. A cover band is a band that sings mainstream songs. The
    closest I can explain to this is it is like professional karaoke but without the TV. Imagine you are dancing to the
    song “Independent Women” sung by a cover band. The name of the cover band was “Colored People.” There is also
    breaks to go sit back down eat, talk, drink, or whatever. The energy inside the club was great; the cover band really
    involved the crowd. The band lets the crowd take the mic to sing the song. One of the singers even invited me to dance
    on stage! The next day was the day of the anniversary. There was mass, games, basketball, a play, and dance
    performances. At night time, there was a party just for the staff and volunteers. Each volunteer group had to do some
    type of performance, and it was supposed to represent where we are from. So the Fil-Am delegation danced to “In the
    Club” by 50 Cent. We came up with this idea an hour before the performance. The Korean delegation did a Korean
    dance that is called the “Poor Children’s dance” they wore different Korean Costumes. The French Delegation did
    a dance to a French song. It looked like country-western dancing. Then there was awards passed out, and there was
    dancing till 12 am or 1am. The next day my home gave a despidida party for our sponsor. Our sponsor also brang along
    30-40 high school seniors from Belgium. We had dance performances, singing, dancing and lots of food. The fun part was
    seeing the Belgians dance the “Spaghetti Song” by SexBomb. Many could not do the dance called the “ocho-ocho.”
    This dance is popularized by the group SexBomb. This is a dance where you put your hands on your tuhod (knees) and pop
    your back and your arms up and down. Don’t worry if this sounds difficult I’ll teach you the dance when I get
    back.| C-ya later!

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  • Onliners. You can do almost anything even date. A site, image, some well thought out text, then maybe a date in the flesh.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Online dating, yeah I've
    avoided it as long as I could.

    Text only at first before images.

    "My Ultimate Fear"...

    As a shared 'Vibe toy, passed to other
    women by stealthy online networked fem club.

    by Joe B.

    A few months ago I began a project of self interest.

    After learning some dancing out of City College, learning beginning Yoga.

    But after going to a few club/bars with a friend or two, diligently, bravely asking both young and mature women to dance with many saying gently, politely "no thanks."

    I thought of giving online date – chat line.

    For a long time most of the online dating sites asked for photo’s but reliving what happened past and present putting myself through emotional turmoil each time rejection is voiced was less debilitating though still felt as bad I didn’t need to go through that torture again.

    There are lots of dating and chat room sites I plugged into but with every new site I made up new user names, passwords, and it you have tow email addresses its just makes it more jolly.

    So, with two email addresses, user and password names it became really complex.

    I still don’t know how many online dating sites I placed myself on but I’ll have to find and delete or keep on a few.

    Finally with help I’m able download an image of myself which I’m constantly told is the best way to get more responses than text only.

    For me text is fine it enabled me to communicate better before the obligatory photo.

    I think of the frog prince fable myself feeling like a frog many a lovely princess see’s beyond my physical appearance are good times, conversations, movies, and life affirming activities.

    It surprises me that women and other people wrote me when at different sites.

    Women are refreshingly fair minded even without images of myself some show me theirs which made it seem unfair that I should see them so I voluntarily stopped looking until I have an image.

    It happened near or on my birthday and I’m still self conscious about it hoping not to be rejected again out of hand and for the women I did dance and those I received email from.
    THANKS FROM TOP AND BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

    Before I leave this goes to some of those gracious women (they know who they are mentioned or not).

    Precious, Asian ###, Rosebrit, Heidland, Joanne, Ellia, & Amazonlady.

    Now to find those other sites, place a photo and hope they reply if not that's life.

    Have I mention how I’d like to die?

    Not being morbid it would be after a sweaty bed session, talk to wife or girlfriend in my own home, eat a light healthy meal, walk around the neighborhood three or four times, go back home change into bed clothes, go to sleep and wake up in the pearly gates unless my cryonics plan kicks in.

    I’d reawaken in a few decades by a beautiful nurse or doctor who’s also a sex therapist practitioner.

    Let’s say the return to life will be as life affirming as my death was.

    One of many early physical tests after revival beside functioning mentally, socially, psychologically, is as important for late or newly revived people chose to marry or simply lend their swimming essence to others needing seed when their own are deficient or dead.

    You can tell I do have a long range plan B and other letters besides.

    Must leave, make my plans… Bye.

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  • Divided…. NOT Conquered!

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    PNN investigates the attempted descimation and ongoing resistance of the Bayview Hunters Point community

    by Jasmine Syedullah/PoorNewsNetwork Poverty Studies Intern

    I had first heard about Bayview Hunter’s Point from friends who advised me not to go there. A tremble would come over them as they reported to me that "it’s just too dangerous". Being from the Bronx I was necessarily skeptical of what I perceived as media inspired paranoia. Just because neighborhood’s poor and black doesn’t mean it’s dangerous. So I asked one of the youth I work with in the Tenderloin, "So what’s it like out in BayView?". Vanessa shook her head and said, "it’s crazy out there". She went on to tell me a about a time she had gone there with her cousin for some reason and been aggressively confronted by some girls who, when they realized Vanessa and her cousin were not from BayView were ready to throw down.

    "We are not united… What is the saying? Divide and conquer? They have divided us and we are being conquered ", said Cati Hawkins Okorie in a recent conversation I had with her about her experiences living in the BayView area for the last 55 years. "This community was once united and it felt good… and I was very proud whenever I went wherever in this country, I’d always say, ‘I’m from the village of Hunters Point!’ ".

    I met Ms. Okorie at a Community Meeting called by Charlie Walker, to give the residents of BayView Hunter’s Point (BVHP) the opportunity to collectively discuss the plans the city had for the "cleaning up" of Hunter’s Point, "We have a serious racial problem in this community… in this country… it’s a national goddamn emergency". I arrived at the SouthEast Community Facility, 1800 Oakdale Avenue, Monday June 16th just after 6pm.to hear Charlie Walker’s voice, filled with the fire and brimstone of a Baptist minister, quaking over the heads of 200 or so black men women and children, and burrowing its way into my "inner conflict". I was certainly not the only one in need of this tough love pep talk. This was the first meeting of the BayView Hunters Point (BVHP) community that had been called in a long time.

    Ms. Okorie continued, "They don’t happen very often, they don’t. There used to be established groups that used to meet regularly, and people would come to those meetings and voice their opinions… getting people involved is really hard nowadays, cause now they’re just thinking about surviving and their children surviving. We didn’t have those issues back in the 60s…". Ms. Okorie is the program coordinator for the Critical Incident Response Team (CIRT). CIRT operates out of the Department of Public Health on Evans Street. CIRT provides services to families of homicide victims throughout BVHP and Double Rock. This is only the most resent of Cati’s long line of jobs working for social justice in the area.

    I asked Cati what factors most divided the community she’d said used to exist in BayView, "Crack did something to the community that none of the other things that I named, substances, could do. It took away the nurturing that a woman used to give her kids. You could find the drunkest woman but she would take care of her baby. After crack came in that went out the window, no more nurturing. Then there were a lot of children born with this in their system. This was like the early to mid eighties… Everyone was wondering what’s going to happen to these crack babies?… Now we know, these kids are killing each other left and right… They have a feeling of not caring, something that seems to come along with crack.

    Crack seems to desensitize you to the situation whatever it is doesn’t matter…. Crack was the ultimate weapon because it really divided the community. Before the drugs came, the black people in San Francisco had their differences as far as communities go… but basically, on the south side of the city, from Potrero Hill to like Sunnydale was considered one community."

    She told me later how when her mother moved the family to Navy road in Hunter’s Point in 1954 from Double Rock, hers was the only one of two black families in the building. Walking down 3rd street today you’d be hard pressed to see anyone lighter than a brown paper bag chatting it up in front of the barber shop or waiting for the 44 MUNI bus on the corner. The land on which the housing projects now stand used to be covered with navel housing for families during World War II.

    Cati told me that when the war was over, "the government got the housing authority going and the housing authority rented it to black folks who needed places and the more they moved in the more the other races moved out".

    After 50 plus years the face of the neighborhood is scheduled to change again. The last major stronghold for African- Americans in San Francisco is headed towards extermination. In order to resist this housing crisis, Charlie Walker called a community meeting so that folks could be informed of the facts and motivated towards resisting the impending changes to the community. Within a matter of moments of listening to the speakers there in the Southeast Community Facility, it was clear to me that there are many more forces threatening the quality of life in BVHP than potential eviction notices. As one woman at the meeting exclaimed, "we needed to have this meeting a long time ago!".

    Back in the northeast, my experience as a black woman with uncommon education opportunities isolated me from any community with which I could fully identify. The effect was silencing. I was afraid to claim solidarity with other black folks for fear of alienating myself from the mostly upper class mostly white folks who were my friends. And most black folks I met growing up rejected me because I "talked proper" and couldn’t dance.

    This silence filled me like a balloon expanding with time. Last June I was about ready to explode. I could see the same balloon had exploded several times over throughout BayView Hunters Point, manifesting itself in violence, apathy, addiction and ultimately community fragmentation. The internal effects of institutionalized oppression have as great a mal-effect upon the well-being of the individual it effects as the institutions themselves. I would even argue that the effects of internal oppression are even more psychologically devastating, more permanently scaring.

    Willie Ratcliff, publisher of the BayView National Black Newspaper, spoke at the community meeting about our need to "take control over our lives". "We have to make a demand!" He focused on the lack of control we have over our housing contracts, the loans we receive and the jobs we don’t have. He said we have to realize first that "we are not at odds with each other".

    One of the many women who spoke during the meeting outlined how 17,939 families are on the waiting list for public housing and over 30,000 are waiting for section 8 assistance. Meanwhile a large number of houses along West Point on the hill are being boarded up and left abandoned. The irony of these statistics lies in the high level of toxicity that permeates the ground and pollutes the air all around housing projects in BayView Hunter’s Point and nearby Double Rock. Four out of ten of the children born in this community suffer some kind of birth defect. And it also has the highest number of cervical and breast cancer cases in the Bay Area. Living spaces built on top of landfill, next to the PG & E power plant and isolated by thick metal bars are the much needed housing tens of thousands of poor families are desperate to inhabit. I asked Ms. Okorie what she thought we needed to combat the intervention of these oppressive institutions on our lives.

    "We need the power of the creator. We need the power of God… Bible says my people die from a lack of knowledge. They don’t have the knowledge of what is going on and what is happening to them and the what fors. If these kids had the knowledge, they would understand. They wouldn’t do a lot of what they’re doing…"

    At the end of the community meeting, just after the closing benediction, a young man from the crowd who I later learned is an up and coming leader among the youth of the community raged against what he felt was the ageism silencing him from speaking in the meeting. His outburst was that balloon stretched to the limit and exploding with emotion. As he stormed out of the room still shouting his opposition the elders shook their heads in disappointment. They claimed the silencing was not intentional but a matter of limited time. However, it has been my experience that this division between the elders and the youth of the community is one of the most urgent least addressed challenges in our coming together. Without the guidance, affirmation and love of the village parents, our "village" of tomorrow will more likely resemble William Goldman’s Lord of the Flies rather than bell hook’s "Beloved Community".

    "You cannot give up. That’s what the powers that be want us to do, give up. They want us to dislike these kids with the saggy pants. They want us to hate them. They want us to talk about them… But I refuse to do that. I was young myself… and remember - there are still some older people that we love today, they’ve passed on, but they stuck by us… and did not give up on the young".

    I walked away from the community meeting with a feeling of resolve. Though divided, I felt the community is here. Looking for answers and encouraging one another to keep fighting. I had found the community I had come to the bay area to find. But the more I spoke with Ms. Okorie, the more I realized how easily impressed I am by a room full of tough talking black folks, and how far we have yet to go.

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  • Mi Ultimo Adios... #5

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    An insider journey to the Philippine Islands

    by Mariluna/PNN Youth in the Media report

    A. The youth court system

    B. Manila’s Juvenile Hall

    C. Youth Representation in Manila City Hall

    D. This past weekend

    A. So, the typhoon passed up the Philippines (thank you to all the emails I received from people making sure I was fine),
    and it did flood here a little bit. There was also a Brownout (we say blackout), so there was no electricity or water for
    a day. In other news, I have moved. I now live in what is known as Metro Manila. I live in La Paz Barrio of Makati City.
    This is known as the “squatter’s area.” This is a very poor area. I live in a house full of other volunteers. But
    on to other news, I visited Manila’s City Hall. In fact I have been here three times already. My first time I visited,
    I attended a juvenile court hearing. The courtroom was tiny. I only got to see one hearing actually though, all of the
    other hearings had to be reset because the Public Attorney (public defender) was not present. In the end the hearing was
    reset. The Public prosecutor was one hour and 5 minutes late. My friend, who is a social worker for the youth cases, told
    me it is very common for the Public Prosecutor, and the Public Attorney to show up late after the judge. Also many of the
    youth or their parents didn’t show up either. There also was no Guard. The court hearing was in English, and Filipino
    was only spoken when it was spoken to the judge first. I also got to talk to the judge after the hearings. She seemed
    very understanding of the youth and the parents. She spoke to everyone in a tone that made a person feel relaxed. She
    told me later on that:We need to be patient, and adjust to their circumstances. She was speaking in reference to
    the youth. That blew me away. She reminded me of a trusting mother. I was told later that she was one of the most
    understanding and fair judges in City Hall.

    B. Next, I went to Manila’s Juvenile Hall. Here it is called MYRC, this stands for Manila Youth Reception Center. It is
    for ages 12-18. In Metro Manila, there are only two detention centers. Many times the youth are locked up in adult jails.
    The language they used blew me away. A Jail cell is called a dormitory. The youth were not called “juveniles” but
    “Children in conflict with the Law.” The every dormitory has house parents. They called MYRC a Shelter not a juvenile
    hall. They also have many volunteers from various higher education institutions. One of their services was called “Home
    Life Services” which deals with the youth’s dorm life. They also have seminars. Some that were scheduled was a
    Parents Effectiveness Seminar, which was for the parents of the children. There was peer group counselling for the youth.
    They also have prayer meetings, and had a huge statue of Jesus Christ. I also got to visit the youth inside the dorms.
    They had one dorm for girls, which had about 10-15 girls inside the room. There were four dorms for boys, which had about
    30 plus youth inside each dorm. The staff person told me that most of the girls locked up have been sexually abused, that
    is why they have the Center for the Protection of Women. The youth in every dorm all greeted us (the staff people I was
    with and I) like a chorus line. “Good Afternoon, Visitors!”

    C. On my last day as a Commissioner, I decided I would visit Manila City Hall and find out what kind youth
    representation they had. I found out there was a Youth Bureau. So I walked in the office, and there was many youth in the
    office (This reminded me of Room 345 in City Hall.) I was directed to one of the head staff people. He was 21 years
    old. In the Philippines they define youth between the ages of 15-35. He told me the way they have youth representation
    in Manila. First during the adult elections there is also the SK elections on the ballot (SK stands for two really long
    Filipino words I couldn’t spell). If a youth is between the ages of 15-17 they have the right to vote provided they
    live in Manila. They register with their department of elections so they can vote in the SK elections. In these
    elections, a youth votes for their SK Chairman (or chairwoman) to represent their district of Manila. The votes are
    tallied, and then there is a SK Chairman. Then all the SK Chairmen elect a President. This President is their
    representative to the City Council, and can introduce legislation, and is also paid. The President is also called the
    Youth Sector Representative. There is also a youth picked to represent to the National Youth Commission. They sit on this
    Commission and are called Commissioner. There are also Youth Councils for every Barangay (this is a small community.)
    There are hundreds of Barangays in Manila. There is also a Child Welfare Code being created, so the Youth Bureau held
    many Public Forums for youth to see what they would what in this code. They run a summer youth job program, which is like
    Youth Works in San Francisco. A youth is placed in a department of the Manila City Government and is paid. They also have
    internship in their office. They run the Manila Youth Games, which had over 10,000 youth participate last time. They do
    many events. I was told that the Mayor believes that the youth must be involved in public service. They also took a
    contingent of 7,000 youth to a pro-peace rally during the time Bush was deciding to go to war or not. I also found out
    that no one in the Youth Bureau was over the age of 35, even the director of the Youth Bureau was 35 years old. I also
    found out that the Mayor’s son, who is 32, is involved in the Youth Bureau. The staff jokingly told me that he is their
    consultant to the Mayor for their Budget.

    D. This past weekend I spent with family and I went to Tagatay. This area is famous for their pineapples and Buko Pie
    (this is coconut). I ate so much food; I swear I ate like seven times a day. It was great. My relative also showed me
    where the People’s Power Revolution happened. This was the revolution that kicked out Marcos. Marcos was more of like
    dictator than a President. He was in charge for over 20 years. There was martial law while he was in charge. I also found
    out that a good friend of Marcos was President Regan. This past Sunday there was also about 200-300 military members who
    stood opposed to the government. The stand-off was here in Makati. They were given till 5pm to submit to the government
    or the government backed military would go in and declare fire. Then they were given a two-hour extension. Then I guess
    settles and talks happened because it ended. In the end, no one was hurtâ€| This happened the day before the President
    gave the State of the Nation Address.

    Wow, so as you can see I have done so much stuff, and next week I will discuss my experience about RAC (Reception Action
    Center), a place where houseless people are forced by cops to stay atâ€| Stay tunedâ€|.

    And as for a Flag for the Philippine Province, it is easily managed. We can have a special one “ our states do it:
    We can have our usual flag, with the white stripes painted black and stars replaced by the skull and cross bones.“
    Mark Twain talking in reference to the United States colonizing the Philippines.

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  • Insanity As A 'Norm, How Come Police aren't playing gay to entrap these dangerous nuts?

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    I don't like this hunting gay
    crap.

    Why don't the gay community switch
    tables on these idiots and hunt them?

    by Joe B.

    In San Francisco Examiner, front page bold print.

    Why are they killed? This is about gay’s murdered in the City.

    There is a simple yet complex answer.

    Gay people are killed because a segment of our population have psychological problems with their own sexuality.

    It might be the old projection on to the victim.

    Rainbow, mixed raced folks still go through this negative process of blame-the-victim for the perpetrators own hang-ups.

    Also some males, females are so mentally sick they drive are use bus, or trains to get over to vent their rage.

    I reminds of me excuse the expression "Coon Hunting in the South" a popular sport where whites sometimes arbitrary or for legitimate reasons go after individual blacks usually males to taunt, scare him for fun at times they’d go to far and cruel, torture, and death occurs.

    Many rainbow people of all colors died in this human hunting because the laws of the land protect the hunter not the hunted.

    Is it possible the same also happens in San Francisco?

    In both scenario’s men, women, youths, children, are killed for what they are and cannot change in this case sexual orientation or "S/0."

    As for the serial killers, home grown pathologically minded above and the main headline like anywhere besides the Deep South, Midwest, North, and East it was a tacit understanding that certain people have no rights and there by anything can be done to them without penalty or punishment.

    These killing seems to be "spree or opportunity slaying with only a few planned out.

    Still to kill anyone because of their real or perceived S/O’s shows mental sickness.

    What scares me most is as the slayings continue they become a macabre masquerade as normalcy. Remember
    A.I.D.S.? [Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome]
    is still with us as deadly as ever though H. I. V. or
    [Human Immuno deficiency Virus].
    does not automatically means death sentence for those with the virus inside them.

    It looks like whatever gender orientation one goes by we must make sure relatives, friends, lover’s can be safe from these sick killer’s "going off" when they have a need to do so called "cleansing"; I don’t seen any other people of different S/O going off killing heterosexuals.

    Oh, I forgot we so called "normal" straight folks do that job too. I’ve only been to a few gay bars, 1 lesbian bar and they both are more non threatening to me, it’s the straight bar with to much pent up testosterone that bothers me.

    Being a hopelessly hetero black guy in San Francisco is problem enough I have my own issues with people wanting to kill me for being straight, liking, dating, dominant culture woman[Caucasian].

    I’ve got a sinking feeling these are the same kind of people going after gay people.

    It seems the only language they understand is violence done to them.

    I don’t advocate violence but as Malcolm X said "If they lay a hand on me/you do your best to put them in their grave so they can never harm anyone else again."

    Police, bystanders may not respond fast enough it might be up those being attacked to defend themselves either with self defense, pepper spray, gun, or anything handy.

    Until being different is no longer a big deal my suggestion to those being attacked for no other reason than what’s in the attacker’s own demented brain.

    Travel in groups [too bad women still must do this because of a few mush minded fools make it impossible for them to enjoy a night out by themselves.]

    Since they (women, gay’s) cannot tell who they can trust they must take the above cautions until society grows the hell up and figures what people are and their sexual orientation is no ones business but their own.

    I’ll probably get hate mail email from what I written which is also an oxymoron because if these hate something so much why not move, make love to a mate, fine and date a mate, instead of wasting time writing to me or worse going out and killing innocent people because they have problems with in themselves.

    If readers have any thing offer you know where to write me… Bye…

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    San Francisco, CA 94103


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  • If I didn’t Shower, who would hire me?

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    The Shower Project is saved from an attack of mindless NIMBYISM by struggle and resistance

    by Tricia Ward/POOR Magazine Poverty Studies Intern

    Christopher’s laughter and shrill yelps of joy echoed down the long hallway in my mother’s house. As he gleefully ran away from the porcelain confines of the bathtub, leaving wet footprints and a trail of suds on floor behind him, I sighed. What should have been a simple act of giving my 3-year-old nephew a bath had turned into a most complicated project. I picked up the tiny plastic boats and purple submarine that had been launched unceremoniously out of the tub, popped the cap back on the sweet-smelling baby shampoo that promised "no more tears", grabbed a fluffy towel from the towel rack and went to find my young charge.

    There are no nautical bath toys or tear-free baby shampoo in the bathrooms at Mission High School where The Shower Project, run by the Metropolitan Community Church (MCC), takes place every weekend. Walking down the dim corridor underneath the high school that leads to the gymnasium where the showers are, I’m struck by the realization that a simple concept could have such a huge impact. Some of the clients of the project are homeless, some have jobs, some live in residential hotels, but none of them have ready access to a shower on a regular basis. In the shower room at Mission High School, you won’t find scented bath gels, conditioner that gives fine hair unbelievable volume and control, or stacks of brightly colored, plush bath-sheet sized towels like the kind that fill the linen closet at my mother’s house. What you will find however, a is place where for a few hours each weekend, men and women who don’t have the luxury of being able to take a shower in their own private bathroom can come, and with no questions asked, and get themselves clean.

    I don’t use the word ‘luxury’ lightly. Until I visited the Shower Project one Saturday afternoon, I didn’t realize what an extravagance that Christopher’s bath or even my own daily shower is.
    The facilities at the school are nothing like the bathroom where my nephew holds court in my mother’s house; the lighting is harsh, the tile is ugly, there is no soft bath rug to step on so your feet don’t get cold after you bathe, but the showers work, they are functional, they allow people to be clean, at least one day a week. I stand in the hallway with the peeling brown and yellow paint waiting to speak to someone about the project. As they wait to shower, clients sit, mainly silent, along a row of fold-up chairs that line the hallway, clutching their borrowed towels and coffee cups. Everyone is patiently waiting their turn. After showering, most don’t hang around. Clothes are hurriedly put on, goodbyes are said to acquaintances, thank you’s are given to the volunteers and the men and women leave.

    Most probably don’t feel welcome to linger. The area outside the school is an enclave of yuppie-ness in an otherwise rough Mission neighborhood. It’s bordered by cafes and coffee shops and the picturesque Dolores Park, which on this bright afternoon is filled with children, tennis players and sunbathers. Recently there was opposition from the surrounding community in regards to the shower project. Various neighborhood groups had been working to rid the area of drug dealers that hung around in the park and complained of littering and loitering that the Shower Project supposedly encouraged.

    I asked L.S. Wilson of the Coalition on Homelessness why getting a shower is important to houseless folks, "Being clean is an exit to homelessness,"

    I think about this statement and the opposition to the project as I speak to a young man named Dave who frequently comes to the shower project. "If I didn’t shower, who would hire me to paint?" Dave posed that question to after he had just freshly showered and with his dark hair combed back slick against his head looked like he should be sitting at a table among the families that were enjoying their weekend brunch at the café across the street. Although Dave has a job as a painter, he can’t afford the high rents in the city and lives out of his work van. He’s understanding of the neighbors’ apprehensiveness in having a group of strangers in their neighborhood, but without this project, he’d never be able to clean himself up and be hired to paint. If he didn’t paint, he wouldn’t be able to afford his van and would be completely on the streets. I wonder if the neighbors who object to the project would like it better if they had to step over him sleeping on their doorstep every morning?

    One of the project volunteers, Cassandra, tells me what the MCC did in order to address the community complaints. A private security guard was hired to keep clients from wandering over to the park or lining up outside the school in view of the neighborhood residents while waiting of their turn to shower. A list of strict rules for clients written in both English and Spanish is posted on the double doors that lead to the showers. Clients who break any of the rules such as using profanity or fighting with other clients run the risk of not be able to take part in the program. The Saturday I was there volunteers and clients were patrolling the area outside the school building in search of litter and wayward debris, being careful to keep the place spic and span, probably cleaner than it usually is on an afternoon when school lets out. The volunteers and clients take this very seriously; the project was in danger of being shut down until last Tuesday. Fortunately in a small victory thanks to the lobbying efforts of the MCC, The Coalition On Homelessness and other groups, the project was able to renew its permit for at least one more year. Cassandra summarizes all of this matter-of-factly to me, without a hint of bitterness at the struggle the project has faced. She simply seems relieved that, for now, the project will continue.

    Back I at my mother’s house, I was able to score my own victory as I corralled my protesting nephew and plunked him back into the bubble filled tub. As I finished the task of cleaning the indignant, squirming 3-year old, who would much rather remain dirty than waste precious playtime in the bath. I reflected on the fact he’s too young to even have any concept of what a privilege a bath can be.

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  • Fighting In The Name Of Freedom

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Palestinian Freedom fighters Speak in San Francisco

    by Ace Tafoya/PoorNewsNetwork Community Journalist

    “…beating on a tin drum marching to a sound, what is it I think? Am I beating on a tin drum marching to a cause when I don’t know what it is…” from Tin Drum by Toni Childs/David Rickets.

    On Friday, July 25 whilewalking to the St. Boniface Church in the Tenderloin to listen to two freedom fighters from Palestine endorsed by POWER (People Organized to Win Employment Rights), St. Peters Housing Committee, The SF Day Labor Program and the Coalition on Homelessness, I asked myself why I chose to do an assignment that I had no knowledge of! I browsed the web, talked to friends, looked through periodicals and even searched through Golden Gate Park for an answer or solution to the Middle East. Why is there no peace? Why do people kill? Is it for piece of land? Piece of freedom? Piece of mind? Peace?

    “Palestinian’s don’t have a right to move inside our own country,” proclaimed Maha Nassar, a national heroine of the Union of Palestinian Women Committees, an organization that’s a leading role on the Palestinian freedom struggle. “Our basic rights, our schools are being destroyed by the occupation!”

    The Union of Palestian Women Committees works actively towards building a Palestine civil, progressive and democratic society regarding all kinds of discrimination and able to raise the situation of women and empower them to assure the real quality between man and woman and all the sectors of society, according to the press release. Some of the activities produced by the committee are Intro duce refugee women to rights they were deprived of, Supporting women political prisoners in their struggle against jail’s administration, Establishing Kindergartens and Nurseries to reduce women family worries and reinforce the principles of democracy in decision making.

    “For 53 years people are still living in refugee camps in oppression,” voiced Ala Al Azzeh, a Palestinian refugee and co-founder of Beit Jibrin Cultural Center-Handal. (A progressive educational youth and community center). His dark eyes searched the room, he continued. “Racism is here, Racism in Palestine is the same. Israel is a white European country in the Middle East!”

    Both Maha Nassar and Ala Al Azzeh had just completed a 6 city grassroots tour across the nation. San Francisco was their final destination. Still I had no answer to why can’t we all live in peace. Maybe if we follow their ideas we can come up with an answer. Love and acceptance of a god is something we’re looking for. Why can’t more love go out to the Middle East? And here as well.

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  • Tech Trek PLEH! Its sort of a column but not quite, just read on citizens.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Lugging servers upstairs with
    no elevators, not my favorite thing.

    Well, if POOR gets some it'll
    be worth a tug upstairs.

    Oh, yeah money and I-dates for Joe helps
    too 'uh look up date sites for what (I) means.

    by Joe B.

    My topic was to be about the perfect man and how women day dream of having one or a few in their lives.

    With a hypothetical (for now)immortal male or lucky mortal male growing up with the correct lessons too can be some blessed woman’s perfect man.

    But that’s for another time today on Friday the 13th I have an urgent message for all readers and tech-heads.

    ’Ya know about servers, those machines that keep PC’s running and programs from getting scrambled by minor human error glitches.

    We at POOR Magazine have a server only its way in ‘Freakin Washington D.C.!

    When glitches happen here or over there it takes hours and days getting answers by phone then getting a programmer to fix the system which may take more hours because of backtracking a problem or two from its origin.

    Folks, we need a sever. Me, I’d like to be state-of-the-art as can be barring that it can be second hand as long as it works.

    We may need 2 or 3 or more of them because constant
    mechanical ticks, program upgrades, and electromagnetic flare ups from our mutual star that at times acts up so we know not to ignore old shiny.

    We need video camera’s – persons willing to record monthly our community newsroom meeting(which can be comedy relief at times).

    Streaming Video to Broadcast PNN Newsroom at POOR Magazine/PNN [POOR NEWS NETWORK].

    A radical Community-Based News making process focused or issues of poverty, race, sex, age, and all the other "ism’s all Poor folks constantly battle, suffer through.

    Readers, Tech folks, anyone with spare servers lying around collecting dust that works but haven’t been hooked up because they may still be in their box or packed in foam padding and plastic; please send it or ask us to carry it over.
    [we’ll use carts, wheel ‘em over, getting ‘em up a flight of stairs will be a chore.

    Joe needs some exercise."

    "Thanks for ‘nothin Tiny." Anyway that’s it and as always
    donations would also be greatly appreciated.

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  • $6.75 No Es Suficiente !! ($6.75 is Not Enough!!)

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    A living wage campaign to raise the minimum wage to 8.50 per hour is launched in San Francisco

    by Tiny/PNN

    "For generations the owning class has been stealing from poor people, paying us wages that don’t afford rent, food, child care and healthcare…. A cool San Francisco breeze blew words around like leaves. My pen danced frantically on my notepad to capture each one of Steve Williams’ revolutionary utterances to my question on why he, Executive Director of POWER ( People Organized to Win Employment Rights,) a grassroots organization dedicated to getting rights for low and no wage workers was one of the sponsors of an attempt to raise San Francisco’s living wage from $$6.75 to 8.50 per hour

    "This is a first step to stop that theft", he continued slower in deference to my snail –like shorthand, "and that theft has been perpetrated by downtown corporate interests whereas this effort was spearheaded by working class people of color in communities such as The Bayview, The Mission and Chinatown." I wondered as he spoke, his eyes igniting unseen sparks on the warm pavement in front of City Hall, if my endless string of low and no-wage jobs would have been affected by this legislation…

    "Hey you, yeah you, we’re going to have cut the workforce in half and cause you’re new here, it will most likely be you that receives the ax" I had only been toiling at the bed factory placing the coils inside the second layer of each bed-to-be for two short months, counting up my meager almost salary,(6.00 per hour) when they found a reason to fire me. At first they tried to say I wasn’t productive enough, then they changed that to the old workforce problem, but none of these were really the issue. The only females who got to keep their jobs were the ones who agreed to date the oil-haired boss. I refused – so me and my sad self were out.

    I took it all very personally and felt so hopeless, that I could barely drag myself, to the welfare office the next day only to be met with a sixteen page "work assessment test that asked me the same question about my career interests at least 50 times, after barely scanning my test my newly appointed worker gave me my career results, "Ms. Garcia, you need to think about a more serious career than journalism – that’s just not a viable job for someone like you.." I wasn’t sure why she insisted on shouting each time she said the word "job" and "you" but it was probably aimed at making me feel horrible, which I already did, so at least she was successful in her chosen vocation.

    "Hey you, yeah you" It was two weeks later and this time I supposed I was hard at work at a more "viable" job for someone like me, collecting trash from the sidewalks of Oakland for my welfare check, "you’re not moving fast enough, we have to get out of here in ten" my workfare site supervisor didn’t like me very much, looking at me with that – "why are you such a bum?" look each time he spoke to me, or rather, at me.

    After several more months of humiliation at the hands of welfare bosses and minimum wage jobs – I became a member of POWER which was one of the interventions that changed my life – helping me to understand the disempowerment of the low wage worker by the Capitalist system and the urgent necessity to resist it through organizing and struggle. The education I received at POWER and other grassroots organizations even encouraged my pursuit to do the so-named "unviable" journalism career.

    "$6.75 is Not Enough !" The slogan for the minimum wage initiative which has collected over 20,000 signatures since its kickoff campaign two weeks ago is sponsored by a broad worker and community alliance base including such diverse organizations as The Young Workers Project, Mission Agenda, Acorn and Chinese Progressive Association and is part of a national movement for higher wages which has led to the passing of similar legislations in cities from New Mexico to New York and effectively works to send the message to the big bosses and corporations, that if you work you shouldn’t be poor. When employers are allowed to pay their workers less than a living wage, tax payers end up footing the bill, through food stamps, medi-cal and other emergency social services, and on the other hand, higher wages leads to lower absenteeism and higher productivity and when workers make more money they have more to spend on local small businesses.

    "I know that 8.75 won’t be enough in San Francisco", James Collins, member of Mission Agenda was explaining his reasons for supporting the legislation in front of city Hall last week at the press conference announcing the submission of the signatures, "but it will help me with basic needs such as affording my rent and still being able to get a fast pass"

    As Mr. Collins spoke, I remembered the last words uttered at me by my oily haired mattress boss before I left the building, " You know kid, you were lucky, we paid you ten cents more than most of the workers, and that’s only cause we thought you were cute" I said nothing at the time feeling truly powerless, now, as I left the living wage rally i yelled into the sky at his imaginary form " $6.75 is NOT enough...so there!"

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  • The right to reasonable safety....

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    The State of New Jersey Smacked with a Federal Lawsuit

    by Leroy Moore/Illin and Chillin’

    I’ve some bad news! The state of New Jersey could be
    smack with a federal lawsuit if federal investigators
    find that the allegations of inadequate care,
    dangerous conditions, abuse and deaths of
    developmental disabled and mentally ill residents in
    New Lisbon and Woodbridge Developmental Centers are
    true.

    According to a federal report involving New Lisbon
    Developmental Center, sited that there have been 4,400
    incidents, 242 classified as major including broken
    limbs and overmedicating etc.. For example, on
    February 9, 2002 a staff member intentionally smeared
    glue on Wilson’s face, and then rip it off when it
    dried. And on January 25, 2002 another staff member
    slapped Paula in the face, and pinched her “because
    she is a dark-skinned Black person’ and bruises don’t
    show up on her.”

    Many advocacy groups say that the New Jersey
    Developmental Disability Centers has a long history of
    being run down, overcrowded, understaffed and having
    creaky and dirty equipment i.e. wheelchairs. Governor
    James E. McGreevey has inherited this eye swore when
    he took office. Under federal law, individuals in
    public run nursing homes, jails and
    developmental-disability centers have the right to
    live in reasonable safety, receive adequate health
    care and be free from unreasonable restraint.
    These rights were violated at New Lisbon and
    Woodbridge Developmental Center, federal investigators
    concluded. There have been many plans on the table
    from hiring new staff to closing the centers down. If
    the negotiations between the state and federal
    government fail to produce a satisfactory remedial
    plan, the federal government could sue New Jersey.
    For more on New Jersey and California DEVELOPMENTAL
    Disability system click on Budget Crisis &
    Prosperity: SAME STORY and then Call Governor James E.
    McGreevey of New Jersey to advocate for our disabled
    brothers and sisters.

    By DAMO & New Jersey Minorities with Disabilities
    Coalition taken from a federal report.

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  • In One's Own Way.

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Just want to warn you.

    If you could live as long as
    you wanted would you allow limits?

    Want a few thousand years of life
    before you die or never?

    by Joe B.

    Hard to get out of one’s own way difficult, frustrating, and futile if you are to close to notice you are your own enemy.

    Last Saturday I’m in a Filmore festival in the.

    I was told about it and decided to check it out.

    After three serving of lunch in St. Anthony’s.

    Its before Oakland’s Juneteenth on the 17th.

    The 38 Geary bus took me there in no time though it is less crowded.

    It’s a sun gorgeous day full of lovely women young, old, and mature of various ages and a men which I don’t notice since men don’t turn me on.

    After circling the area, listening to both Rap and Jazz enjoying exposed cleavage and backs of ladies.

    There are books, video’s, clothes, people selling their wares, and all kinds of olfactory seductive foods.

    Succumbing to wafting cooking odors I buy a peach cobbler for $4.50 taking a Geary bus home placing still warm food in my mini fridge.

    At home doodling, reading and old Toffler book I came across a paper on cryonics, a sub-science of Cryogenics involving the use of very low temperatures.

    It gets me thinking of The Flood Building that has a Cryonics address there.

    I go inside, sign my name, time, and take the elevator up.

    Frosted glass, polished wooden doors, and wall-to-floor white-gray marble made place quiet and creepy like walking in a mausoleum.

    I find the number but no words.

    Using the stairs is quicker. The guard explains how new clients moved in and some haven’t stenciled in their names on the doors.

    Recently I’ve joined a church, museum, and thinking of being a Common Wealth Club member as well.

    I figure between those and Life Extension, Elimination-Of-Death, Anti Aging Association, and Immortalist Organizations would encompass spiritual, cultural, social-intellectual and possibly after death revival.

    The last ones are organizations I’m almost too late for.

    Its said humanity has free will.

    Ultimately how long we chose to live should be up to us and not to Governments,

    Quasi religious oligarchies or false dynastic empire something like father and son Presidents with deeply held religious bent.

    A Bush bioethicist Leon Kass wants an end to life extension efforts, he too has his reasons too.

    From a column originally written Tues. Dec. 2, 2002.
    [Killing Immortality by Simon Smith/Forward Thinking – www. Better Humans.com].

    I read some of Mr. Simon’s column feeling slightly ill this Kass is a dangerous individual because being part of Selected President Bush’s Council on Bioethics with similar
    if not exact religious views on the subject.

    Remember President of the 1980’s 10 year ban on Bio technology and what has happened to him now?

    Well I don’t like this Mr. Kass holding up life saving technologies because he has problems with how far it will go.

    Hasn’t he heard of space habitats, platforms, asteroids and that we have the technology to train people and since age really isn’t a factor as 70 year Senator John Glen proved to the world.

    We’ve had people wanting to (for our own good) protect us from ourselves.

    Radiation from nuclear fallout, disease epidemics, sociopath, psychopathic, child molesters, rapists, murderer’s by law is vastly different from keeping is one thing.

    On the other hand folks saving their own or loved ones from needless suffering and deaths is different.

    Two oil men and a bio ethicist with similar view both slowing up new technologies have enough money for dead Dino flesh but want to ring every last drop while at the same time keeps converging life extension science under wraps.

    Maybe I’m wrong I hope I am.

    A revolution is brewing, bubbling, for all of and our choices in how long we live is in a the balance.

    We may need all life revival, anti aging doctors and other organizations to form new political parties because the main two or a few alternative here now isn’t seeing the new paradigm.

    It seems the only way to shake the country of its death culture is to prove there is an alternative to death to delay, slow, retard, reverse, and otherwise stop Grim in his/her tracks.

    The renegade want not only to live as long as they wish but have others do the same and it will be a global battle.

    It just may be the last most silent battle humanity ever has and its not about race, sex, age, religion, its about the ultimate battle for life itself.

    Everyone alive now, in the near or far future may not have a choice if our generation and others near us don’t fight for our own longer, healthier, lives.

    Life, Illness, sickness, disease, or Extended, prolonged life span is fleet as Mercury’s winged feet.

    It is easy to let our lives slip away but much harder to stay alive, see what the future holds and keep fighting.

    I know what I’ll be doing.

    What will be your choice? Bye…

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    1448 Pine Street #205

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  • Mi Ultimo Adios…1,2.&3

    09/24/2021 - 11:17 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    An insider journey to the Philippine Islands

    by Mariluna/PNN Youth in the Media report

    My first 72 horas.

    Tue, 24 Jun 2003.

    Wow!!!! Is the word of the moment…. I am living in Manila City in the district of Makati…. I stay in the Elizabeth home (which happens to be my sister name). This is a home for girls between the ages of 12-22 years old who have a common history of sexual exploitation, drugs, and physical, emotional, and sexual abuse… These girls are so sweet and beautiful and friendly. They are so respectful and all call me Ate Marissa (Ate means older sister) They have truly welcomed me into their family. During the day I work at SIBUHI, which is a rehabilitative arts center. They teach origami, Tae Kwondo, drawing, and other activities. I am going to be starting up the preschool there. I will be working on curriculum, lesson plans, designing the space, and training the other volunteers… It will open in mid july… I have already attended a Filipino University Baseball game. They had music while the whole game was playing, and the announcer was more like a DJ… I have spent much time with the youth and trying to learn more about them. The latest songs over here is called the "Spaghetti Song", which once you hear you will not be able to get out of your head. The radio over here plays Filipino music as well as American artists, and get all the latest songs.
    Like Sean Paul, Jennifer Lopez, and other mainstream artists.

    Things that are hard is eating. Since I am a vegetarian, I am constantly filling myself up with rice…I don’t know if this is good…. Also I miss you all…. It is very hard not being able to see anyone of you… I hold each of you deep in a special place in my heart, and cannot wait to see you all when I get back…. 55 days to go.

    Week #1 in the Philippines

    Wow, a week already passed by it feels like two weeks. I have done so much so far| I am getting to know the girls at Elizabeth home more and more| We joke and laugh, and they are constantly amazed that I am not married, engaged, or
    basically attached to anyone. I tell them I am not worried about things of that nature, that I have my whole life to be with someone I wanna be with. Actually the majority of people here are surprised when I tell them No, I do not have a
    boyfriend._* These girls have truly consumed my heart and soul. It will be so weird to leave when I have too. So, I have been to the shoe capital of the world. I took a picture of the worlds biggest shoe, which looks like a platform boot.

    I also have visited Rizal Park. This is home to Jose Rizal’s body, and where he was killed off by the Spanish. (Side Note: Today is Philippine-Spanish Friendship day.) He is the most remembered national hero of the Philippines. I read the letter
    he wrote before his death, Mi Ultimo Adios. It is very heart-jerking. I started shedding tears. I stood where he was shot by the Spaniards. I also rode a kalesa, which is a one-horse buggy. I rode this around Rizal park. If anyone one of you come to
    the Philippines, you must go to Rizal Park.

    I have also seen the Manila Hotel, former president Clinton stay here twice. I have also gone to the biggest mall in Las Filipinas. It is called Mega Mall. This mall closes everyday at Midnight. I have
    been to four malls already since last Saturday. The Malls out here are way better than the states. Not only cuz it is usually cheaper, but there is so much to chose from. I have already met two relatives, and thank goodness one of them is a
    vegetarian! So I got to eat more than just rice.

    I notice that I am barely hungry over here, I am just always thirsty. My favorite thing to eat over here is pancit canton. It is like ramen noodles. I still miss everyone, and cant wait to see, talk, or
    just plain email you all when I get back. Please keep sending me emails so what is going on over there, and what is going on with your lives. I love reading each one of them.

    Well, I hope you recognize me when I do get back. Just look for the
    girl with all the mosquito bites on her legs

    Now I must go because I am at the cyber cafe and can spend only so much for internet|.but before this letra ends I will leave you with Jose Rizals last farewell, first the way he wrote it, and the translation in English..
    Goodbye..for now!

    Rain

    Week #2

    Wow, so its been two weeks already_|. So that means my vaccine shots are working, no more jet lag, and my body is basically adjusting to the weather. I can even stand the heat sometimes without a fan. Over here, its not summer, its basically
    the rainy season_| It rains off and on_|. One thing I notice that is a difference between Filipinos and Americans is that we are scared of rain_|. How many times you see people running in the streets to get away from the rain_| How many times have you ran from the rain? It is not like that here in Manila_| People are playing basketball, taking showers in the rain, playing tag in streets, selling food, riding bikes_|. And also they are wearing sandals_|.

    While this was happening I was
    trying to get the girls inside the homes, but they were laughing at me because I was scared to get wet_|. In other news, I went to Patayas, which is in Quezon City, which is in Metro Manila_|. Patayas is a landfill dumping ground, basically a
    mountain full of trash, and a whole community live on this trash their houses are made of trash and they walk on trash. They get their source of living from the trash. Their clothes, shoes, toys, whatever all comes from the landfill. I have never
    seen poverty live this before_| It was crazy_| I feel very blessed for what I have_| The kids I worked with were the sweetest and also hungry. I helped served lunch and I never served like 30 to 40 kids in less than a few minutes_| I had to keep
    repeating to the kids â_œla mesa_* (which means the table in Filipino), because they kept on getting up from their seats_|. I must have had said la mesa like fifty times_

    |So I just happen to walk into a mall the other day, see I was getting off
    the LRT (imagine a subway) and the train stop is at a mall, which is called Metropoint Mall (this is in Pasay City), go figure_|. Also on the LRT, they have a car that is designated only for women. The women can sit in the manas section
    but the men cant sit in the womens’ section_|. I also have attended my first despedida party in the Philippines. This party celebrates someone leaving. One of our volunteers is leaving to China, so we had a despedida party in their honor.
    It was lots of fun. There was lots of food, Karaoke, and dancing. We danced hip-hop and the cha-cha. The youth and kids all know how to C Walk (a dance in the states), they can actually dance better than most people I see at the clubs in the
    States. Right now, the most popular American song is â_œIgnitionâ_* by R. Kelly. I am also getting to know Malate, Manila better;

    I am taking more jeepneys (one of the main forms of public transportation here), walking around more, and speaking Filipino moreâ_|. Don’t worry though even though I am getting more comfortable with Manila, I still miss each one of you dearly. Even though it seems I am so far away from everyone, just look up at the sky and think of me,
    because I always look up at the sky and think of all of you well until next week_|.

    Don t ever give up. Pray. It works_" painted on the side of an overpass in Quezon City, while I was going to Payatas.

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