2008

by Valerie Harvey/PNN

I no longer believe in romantic love. Of course it all sounds nice in the beginning when you first begin dating someone and you're both putting your best foot forward. After three marriages and a few relationships, I have a "bah humbug" attitude toward love at best.

I remember once when a man that I was seeing asked me to make reservations at a very nice restaurant for Sunday brunch. I made the reservations right away. We talked about it a lot and I looked forward to the delicious food and the unbelievable ambiance. My date stood me up! He didn't bother to call me and cancel. I was so angry and upset. I called him two days later and he gave me a very lame excuse. "I had an emergency," was all that he would say.

Needless to say, he was too cheap to pay for the nice restaurant. At least that was my conclusion. But why on earth did he tell me to make the reservations in the first place? He probably wanted to impress me. I guess that he didn't think that I would really make the reservations. Maybe I was wrong about his reasons for not showing up. I felt very discouraged and insulted. He didn't think enough of me to call and cancel, I had to call him. I never heard from him again. Just another example of a man who is trying to show off and has no intention of following through with whatever he has promised.

I also remember a man who wanted to begin a relationship with me. Unfortunately he didn't want to go out in public. I figured that he had to be married or living with someone. He denied it over and over. In fact, he never did admit that he was married or cohabitating. Why else would he be against going out? He wanted to have a date on which he would pick up some takeout food and just come over to my house. I imagine that he didn't want anyone who knew his wife or girlfriend to see us out together, in public.

I believe that both men behaved the way they did due to low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence. African American writer James Baldwin writes, "One can only face in others what one can face in oneself." They couldn't see my beauty as a black woman goddess, because they were unable to see the beauty and the divinity in themselves.

Since Valentine's Day is this month and I am an African-American woman, I would be remiss if I didn't discuss the dating scene for African-American women. It is very bleak from where I sit. Can I even refer to it as a dating scene? I refer to it very loosely, in fact.

Most single black women are not dating. They are either lamenting the fact that they are not dating or they are on the lookout for a suitable dating partner. The pickings are quite slim. Due to the very real shortage of African-American men, there are not enough black men to go around for all black women.

Falling in love is a very lofty goal for women in general and black women in particular. There is a tendency to want to be in love, maybe to be in love with love itself, rather than to be in love with a man. Many black women dream about a "Prince Charming" type of man who will come along and solve their problems. This man does not exist, but that doesn't keep quite a few men from pretending that they are Prince Charming, in order to make themselves seem more attractive.

The difficulty that black women have finding love ties in well with Black History Month. . The lack of self-love within the black community is possibly responsible for the mangled relationships between African-American men and women. Negro History Week was started in order to help African-Americans to recognize our achievements and to love ourselves. Black History Month started as an expansion of Negro History Week, which Carter G. Woodson began in 1926. He was the director of the then-known Association for the Study of Negro Life and History. Woodson chose this week because it included the birthday of Abraham Lincoln and the fraternity Omega Psi Phi ‘s celebration of Frederick Douglass' birthday on February 14. This coincided with "Negro Achievement Week" in 1924. In 1976, the Association for the Study of Afro-American Life and History, changed the weeklong Black History celebration to Black History Month, because of the American bicentennial.

In 2008, Black History Month has evolved. In the San Francisco Bay Area alone, there are countless celebrations occurring all month. There is a cooking class at the Elmhurst Library in Oakland on February 25, 2008. It celebrates the food of our culture and keeping ourselves healthy and well fed in a soulful way. There is also an African film festival on February 28, 2008 at the Pacific Film Archive in Berkeley. It showcases our African heritage.

Iawanza Kunjufu, an equal rights advocate, "Remember, our number one problem is not drugs or crime, but self hatred. Study your history and learn to love yourself." If we in the black community would embrace our blackness and love ourselves, it could lead to successful relationships between black men and women.

Be sure to check out Valerie's first book, Love Lights the Way, a compilation of poems on the subject of love at www.poormagazine.org. To order a copy call 415.863.6306

by Joseph Bolden

SAmple Test Column of Tell Joe.

I said its only a sample.

ON WEDNESDAY,
I'LL GET INTO What is

H O T ! to me and the new Gayell
word - by now.

(I'll do a W.T.M.I.) column on this day.

Write to jsph_bldn@yahoo.com

Because I still cannot find my columns yet on Poor Magazine.org to respond.

Finally I get to respond to what little fan base I have:)

by Joseph Bolden/jsph_bldn@yahoo.com

Me,the answer Man?No Way.

This is sort of a column in that I’m giving an explanation.

From time immemorial at least recently there has been both Answer
Men and Women writing from pulpit,platforms,radio, television,on video and digital video disks on every question under the sun,over the rainbow about the human condition.

Through out our short his/her-story persons have stepped up,volunteered or because of the sheer intellect and or sensitivity became
or designated ANSWER MEN OR WOMEN.

Even in varying degrees was an answer man for a time.

A complete accident it happened because of the
ASK JOE, HE DON’T KNOW COLUMNS.

Many people see the Ask Joe leaving out He Don’t Know part.

Though for long time I didn’t know where, when, or how to answer my readers many readers did write in.

First I did stuff on investing funds, healthy eating,and lots on romance, sex [mostly sex] and the changing morals of post 1980’s,90’s and early 21 st centuries interpersonal exchanges.

Then it hit me square in my head,I didn’t much about money,relationships were nearly as bad though I had dated somewhat.

The whole cell phone while dating really ticked me off on how
women especially used them then as now for easing out of a date instead off simply saying to the guy "Excuse me, powder/ladies room, back in a sec."

Of course the guy waits and waits until he gets it."

This way the guy isn’t embarrassed in public which women will do

(1) for their own protection.

(2)so the guy won’t Even think of Ever dating her again.

There are many more examples but those who've experienced them know of what I speak.

It works sometimes too well when arbitrarily a woman finds she’s made an error wanting a do over date.

It takes a brave, confident, male with a secure ego to except a date from any women who done a dine n’ dash on them.

The point is when I though about it I knew in my head not to me anyone’s answer man so my next column is Tell Joe because
Logic told me that my readers have more expertise than
I on various topics so they can tell me and the least I can do in comment on what’s written doing the best I can.

Now theirs Ask/Tell Joe column which will be utterly confusing to me since I’m no answer man.

To think I basically wanted to make this a private date site
that’s before going on lots of date sites and meeting a few people on line and in real life.

The answer man thing isn’t for me I just write what’s in my head and let it go at that and people write back or want a date (women only)I’m a happy camper.

For those wanting to write in private and not be part of Poor Magazine/PNN just write jsph_bldn@yahoo.com
and I’ll be able to write back.

It may take time because of lots of email I must delete from old date sites to popup adds and other stuff filling up my email space.

That’s it folks, and my column is done for this week,bye.

by Theodora Mays/PNN

As my blurred eyes opened, my head feeling woozy from the anesthesia, I focused on a red-faced doctor whose eyes were filled with tears. He started talking to me, something about the baby's heart rate dropping and a machine for 3 hours. My thoughts slowly started coming back to me and I remembered being rushed into a room and a big plastic object being placed over my nose. The tragic loss of my baby on that night, so many years ago, rushed back to me as I heard about the possible loss of St. Luke's Hospital in San Francisco.

For the last 130 years St. Luke's Hospital, located in SOMA, has provided medical care to poor people and people of color. The hospital's closure is part of the recent string of attacks on poor communities from rich investors, where corporations move services from poor, underserved communities, to richer white areas of the city.

The California Pacific Medical Center (CPMC) plans on "replacing" St Luke's with a series of ambulatory care centers in the south of Market area. These centers would be in Stonestown, Potrero Hill and the Excelsior districts and will not eliminate the need for an impatient hospital nor will they be directly accessible to St. Luke's most needy patients. St. Luke's is the only private hospital South of Market and the only other accessible hospital is San Francisco General Hospital, which is already overburdened.

If St. Luke's closes one half of San Francisco will be left with only one hospital, San Francisco General. It is not easy to get from South of Market to North of Market. Can you imagine having a heart attack in Bayview/ Hunters’s Point or the Excelsior District and trying to get across town in rush hour traffic, especially if San Francisco General is not accepting ambulances?

Last year, St. Luke's emergency room served 28,000 people and 7,000 of these visits were critical. San Francisco General Hospital cannot handle this number of additional visits

"You cannot have an emergency room without intensive care facilities or an operating room. All that is there is a shell intended to deceive the public into believing that an Emergency Room remains," said Bonnie Castillo, RN, and Director of the California Nurses Association, Sutter Division. Sutter, whose headquarters are in Sacramento, is the umbrella corporation that runs all the big hospitals in San Francisco, as well as the rest of the state.

Bonnie Castillo further proclaimed, "We will challenge Sutter with every means we can to preserve this critically needed hospital and Emergency Care Services at St. Luke's."

Hearing about the challenge to save St. Luke's, my mind kept wandering back to that night. To the blurred faces of my doctor and husband and the sounds of their muffled voices that seemed to keep saying something about "3 hours on a machine." I struggled to mumble to my husband for him to call our Bishop, thinking we had 3 hours to reach out to him for prayer. Then I was jarred with the realization that the 3 hours had already passed and our baby was dead.

Had there not been a hospital accessible to me when I went into labor the end could have been far more tragic, both my baby and I could be dead. I kept thinking about this when I heard of the mothers and children leading a Candlelight Vigil marking the closure of the key pediatric unit at St. Luke's Hospital on February 13th. Many families and women with high-risk pregnancies will be deeply affected by this closure.

Jane Sandoval, an RN at St. Luke's agrees, “Sutter is degrading patient care by closing unit after unit at St. Luke's. Do they expect women with high-risk pregnancies to take a cross-town bus? They are abandoning the families who depend on this hospital."

During the past two years, the CPMC has already closed or is "about to close" several services including the Psychiatric Inpatient Unit, Occupational and Physical Therapy, the Workers Compensation Unit and the Neonatal Intensive Care and Pediatric Floor.

Imagining the crowds of women gathering at Valencia and Cesar Chavez with burning candles and remembering my own experience of losing a child, I know that we have to save these hospitals. We must keep St. Luke's alive.

by Patricia Morales/PNN Voces de inmigrantes en resistencia

For English scroll down

La perspectiva de una Mama Migratoria hacia la separación de familias migratorias debido a el criminalizacion de inmigrantes/migrantes en E.E.U.U.

Por Patricia

¿“Imagine si ésos eran Uds., uno de los niños separados de sus padres? Qué harían Uds. sin mí?” Les pregunto a mis niños cuando vemos y oímos en las noticias sobre muchas de las deportaciones. Toman a los padres de sus hogares y los separan de sus niños y de los niños estan sin familia. Mi hijo de 12 años me contesta y dice, “No pueden hacernos eso a nosotros.” Como una madre, inmigrante, combatiente, y ser humana, me siento rota cada vez que oigo hablar de la separacion de más familias. Tengo cinco niños que nacieron en este país. No sé como viviría si seria separada de ellos. Mis niños creen que esto nunca podría sucedernos, peor la realidad es que si pudiera. Si fuera deportada, mis niños no tendrían donde ir, y a nadie para cuidar de ellos.

Este país trata a inmigrantes indocumentados y a sus familias como criminales. En Taylor, Tejas, el Centro de Residencial de Don T. Ponga Hutto, un centro de detencion tiene aproximadamente trecientos y ochenta gente indocumentada. Entre los presos están dos cientos niños. El centro no se le llama una prisión, pero las condiciones en el interior son como si fuera uno. Julie Johnson de la Nueva Media de América (New AMerica Media, en ingles) escribió sobre el centro de la detención, “Todos, incluyendo los niños, deben usar los uniformes publicados por la prisión. Si no contenido en la misma celda, un padre no puede confortar a su niño gritando por la noche a menos que una guardia le de permiso.” Johnson cito a Michele Brané, director del Programa de Detención y Asilo para la Comisión de las Mujeres para las Mujeres y los Niños Refugiados (Detention and Asylum Program for the Women's Commission for Refugee Women and Children, en ingles) que dijo, “Esta gente que no ha cometido ningún crimen estan siendo tratados peor que como tratamos a criminales.” En Hutto los niños y sus padres viven como criminales. Algunas familias han tenido que permanecer en el centro de la detención por más de dos años.

Entrevisté a un Sacerdote de una iglesia local que dijo, “Nos preocupamos de las incursiones que están haciendo porque están separando a familias y eso no es justo.” Los que permanecen también sufren porque no tienen su familia y la ayuda que ellos necesitan. El Sacerdote dijo que él sabía que algunas Iglesias van a abrir sus puertas como santuarios para los inmigrantes indocumentados.

El hecho del no tener papeles, de ser indocumentado en los Estados Unidos no significa que no tenemos derechos. El departamento de la inmigración es cruel e inhumano. Como una madre, combatiente, inmigrante, y ser humano que no deseo ver a inmigrantes indocumentados separados de sus familias o encarcelados en prisiones. Tenemos que parar de vivir en miedo y continuar a luchar para los derechos de todos los inmigrantes. ....................................

“Imagine if that was you, if you were one of the children separated from their parents? What would you do without me?” I ask my children when we see and hear about the many deportations in the news. Parents are taken from their homes and separated from their children and children are left without family. My 12 year-old son answers me and says, “They can’t do this to us.” As a mother, immigrant, fighter, and human being, I feel torn apart every time I hear of more families being separated.

I have five children who were born in this country. I don’t know how I would live if I were to be separated from them. My children believe this could never happen to us, the reality is it could. If I were deported, my children would have nowhere to go, and no one to care for them.

This country treats undocumented immigrants and their families as criminals. In Taylor, Texas, The T. Don Hutto Residential Center, a private detention center holds approximately three hundred and eighty undocumented people. Among the prisoners are two hundred children. The center is not called a prison, but the conditions inside are as if it were one.

Julie Johnson from the New America Media wrote about the detention center, “Everybody, including children, must wear prison-issued uniforms. If not housed in the same cell, a parent can't comfort their crying child at night unless a guard gives permission.” Johnson went on to cite Michele Brané, director of the Detention and Asylum Program for the Women's Commission for Refugee Women and Children who said, "These people who have committed no crime are being treated worse than we treat criminals." In Hutto, children and their parents live like criminals. Some families have had to stay in the detention center for over two years.

I read an interview with a Priest of a local church who said, “We are worried about the raids they are doing because they are separating families and that is not just.” Those who remain also suffer greatly because they do not have their family and the support they need. The Priest said he knew some churches that are going to open their doors as sanctuaries for undocumented immigrants.

The fact of not having papers, of being undocumented in the United States does not mean that we do not have rights. The department of immigration is cruel and inhumane and they do not have any right to steal the dreams of families who wish to live together and share their lives. As a mother, fighter, immigrant, and human being I do not want to see undocumented immigrants separated from their families or locked in prisons. We have to stop living in fear and continue to fight for rights for all immigrants.

by Tony Robles/PNNReviewforTheReVolution

I don't drive beautiful cars

And I don't own an elegant home

Don't have thousands to spend

All chits I got is for the weekend

I'm just an ordinary, ordinary guy

Afro-Filipino, ordinary guy

That's what I am

The ordinary man

You left behind

Sometimes an artist touches you in a personal way with their work--be it a painting, a song or a piece of writing. It is magic when an artist's work says: I created this with you, and only you, in mind. Such is the genius and artistry of Joe Bataan, the King of Latin Soul. He truly defines what POOR magazine calls a music and poverty scholar.

I first heard Joe Bataan's music when I was a teenager. My uncle Anthony had owned about 10 thousand record albums, 33's and 45's. His room was filled with thick green plants and the walls were covered with African masks, Filipino bolo knives and a map of the Philippines. On a shelf sat his record player and one album would always be out, Joe Bataan's Afro Filipino. My uncle would tease me and say I looked like Joe Bataan. I was part Filipino and part black, a mestizo too like Joe Bataan and my uncle would walk up to me and sing the song, complete with the gesturing hands and fancy footwork.

Afro Filipino, ordinary guy, that's what I am, an ordinary guy.

This would embarrass me but what sweet embarrassment. I would look at the album cover. Truth be told, I did see a slight resemblance between myself and Joe Bataan. Then the record would play.

He is known as Mr. New York, the king of Latin Soul, the man who combined the music styles of Boogaloo, rhythm and blues, salsa and disco. Some credit him for recording the very first rap record. The question everbody asks is, "What didn't Joe Bataan sing?� Joe Bataan is truly a living legend but who is this Afro Filipino and how did he become the king of Latin Soul?

Young Gifted and Brown

Joe Bataan was born Bataan Nitollano on a Rainy Sunday morning in 1942 to a Filipino father and African-American mother in East Harlem, New York. Like many in El Barrio, he sang doo wop on the street corner and, like many, was involved in street gangs. At age 15 he spent time in prison for driving a stolen vehicle. It was during his incarceration that he discovered music. 6 months later he began recording. He had a vision of creating something different, combining Latin music with Rhythm and Blues. A self-taught musician, Joe Bataan formed his first band in 1965. His first single was a successful cover of Curtis Mayfield and the Impressions hit, "Gypsy Woman" in 1967 on the legendary and groundbreaking Fania Records. He followed up with the smash hit and among my favorites-- 'Ordinary Guy"--a haunting Latin Soul ballad about a lover left behind. His merging of Latin music with R & B tunes in the 60�s made for the birth of Latin Soul, and its creator was Joe Bataan.

The thing that's so seductive about Joe Bataan's music for me is the honesty of the lyric. His experience on the streets of Harlem informs so much of his music, songs such as "What Good is a castle," "Subway Joe," "Poor Boy" and "Under the Street lamp" take us to the working class world of Joe Bataan. The song, "Unwed Mother" brings to mind the struggle so eloquently voiced by Tupac's "Keep ya head up."

Young, fresh and wild

Unwed with a child

She grew up in the slums of the city

At 16 she was young and pretty

A sad little mother with holes in her shoes

Alone, lost and feeling very blue

What can she do?

She's got to make it through

When Joe talks about many of his compadres of the past, a hint of sadness enters his voice. Many fell victim to the streets. He grew up in El Barrio on 104th Street in Spanish Harlem. He recalls the neighborhood as mixed, Latinos, blacks and some whites. He was the only mestizo in the neighborhood. In the pre-civil rights era he contends that he identified more with his gang then his race. Disagreements were settled with "our hands" in fair fights. When not engaging in disputes over turf, Bataan and his friends would sing Doo Wop harmonies in a place called Love Hall. Bataan recalls the echo chamber that existed in Love Hall. He and his friends would practice their music often, making percussion instruments out of tin cans, garbage cans and beer bottles. Growing up in the neighborhood, I guess there were two avenues one could take to escape our environment in El Barrio, sports or music.

As the 60s transitioned into the 70s, Joe Bataan wore many hats, singer, producer, promoter and record label owner. He produced songs for Ghetto Records and in 1975 he released "Afro Filipino" on the Salsoul label. David Sanborn and one of the Brecker brothers worked on the album that included a version of Gil Scott Heron's "The Bottle."

By the mid 70s Latin soul began to fade. In 1979 Joe had a hit with "Rap-O-Clap-O."The song did not chart in the US but it was a top 10 hit in Europe and is credited as the first rap song in Europe. He even battled Kurtis Blow to a rap duel over the air on a European radio station. Unbeknownst to Blow, Joe had a newspaper and was reading it for inspiration. He laughs when he recalls the incident.

Joe Bataan dropped from public view in the mid 80s. What happened to the pivotal force in so many genres of music? He became a counselor for juveniles, visiting correctional facilities, sharing his experiences with crime, including his conviction at age 15.

In 1995 Joe Bataan returned to the stage after a 20-year hiatus from the music industry. I had the privilege of seeing him perform a couple years back at the Herbst Theater in San Francisco. The audience was comprised of old timers and new fans. He celebrates a new album and CD. He has teamed up the rapper Mr. Capone e in a reprise of his hit "Ordinary Guy" and is touring again. It's good to have him back, Joe Bataan, a music and poverty scholar, an extraordinary guy.

For more information about Joe Bataan, check out his website: www.joebataan.net.

Tony Robles

by Mari Villaluna/PNN, YouthinMedia East Coast Correspondent

Taxation without Representation. This principal is taught to every young person formerly educated in the US, in other words, political voting representation is granted to those who pay taxes. But what about the thousands of so-called “undocumented citizen’s” who pay taxes, yet they can’t vote, and the thousands of poor people of color who are incarcerated, and can’t vote?

As a young voter of color who has been oppressed by our unjust system I headed to the Washington DC Voting rights march, which is the same day as DC’s emancipation day. I saw thousands of people rallied around the right to vote in their Congress. As I moved closer to the stage, I saw Mayor Adrian Fenty speaking about the right to vote. I also saw several other things that were important to voters, promises made to constituents that were casually being reneged on by the recipients of our votes. On the side was a contingent of people holding signs saying “Save Affordable Housing”, “Save Temple Court” and chanting, “Practice what you preach.” I quickly scurried over to find out what was happening.

I found out that the contingent was from Temple Court Apartments in Northwest 1. Temple Court apartments were on the eviction block, and to subsidize the tenants the district planned to give them section 8 vouchers. I spoke with April Hall, a tenant at Temple Court about their demands and what they wanted for their community, “We will not be moved. We voted for him (Mayor Fenty). He said he would stick to the original plan… We want Mayor Fenty to stick to the original plan, no displacement, no relocation, and no vouchers. We want housing to be built for Northwest 1.” I was reminded about the same city planning that happened in San Francisco during the dot com boom, out with the poor, in with the rich.

Soon after, I saw youth marching and holding up signs that read, “Save Youth Court.” I asked Ariana Benjamin about her sign and what Youth Court is, she stated quite simply, “It gives youth a second chance. If we didn’t have youth court we would be in jail.” She stated further, “Youth court is so additive… It saves lives.” I was then directed over to the founder of Youth Court, Professor Chan who teaches at the District of Columbia Law School. I found out that the Youth Court in D.C. was the largest teen court in the nation, and has been in place for 10 years. Youth Court gives many of D.C.’s youth a chance to have the same right every adult gets, a chance to be judged by a jury of their peers. 100% of youth offenders that are tried in a youth court volunteer in Youth Court. After 50 hours of volunteering they receive a recycled computer, and after 50 hours they will receive Safeway gift cards to provide for their nutritional needs.

This reminded me of my own experience with Teen Court while I was in high school. I had previously been tried as an adult for a low-level shoplifting crime, and spent a night in adult jail. Not one person in the adult criminal system asked me why I stole those clothes. If they had asked me why, I might have been able to tell them that I was severely tortured, abused, and neglected. Stealing was the only way I could provide food and clothes for my sister and me. Instead I was treated as a criminal, a criminal of poverty (as I have since learned from POOR Magazine (www.POORmagazine.org). After being reunified with my mother, I started to get involved so that other youth would have a chance. My hope in joining Teen Court was that other youth would get that second chance that I never received from the adult criminal system.

Professor Chan stated what motivates him to do this work, “I don’t get paid to do this, I do this because I believe in justice.” He explained further that they take 60% of the youth justice non-violent cases, and that many in the district government believe that this is a great program that should continue. He then explained to me, that they had just run out of funding today, and were promised by the Deputy Mayor but is not currently being carried out by Mayor Fenty. They are being told by the Mayor’s office, “We are actively looking for the money for this program.” This was after three months of calling the Mayor’s office and reaching nobody. Professor Chan left me with an important question commenting on the closure of this program, “How will this advance justice in this city?”

I noticed Mario Cristaldo speaking to Telemundo talking about the vote and how it relates to building equity for Latinos in the District. Mario was demanding representation from Congress but not just through a vote. I spoke with him further to comment upon what he was talking about with representation, “We demand representation… We clean the buildings, cut the grass, cook the food… We demand to live and stay here.” He then further went on to talk about all marginalized people living in the district, “There is a class war going on, all must work together, Black, Latino, Asian to end the gentrification, the incarceration and displacement of our communities.”

It has been 206 years without a vote in Congress for D.C. residents, even though Congress requires its residents to pay taxes. Within the protest, D.C. residents wanted full representation that does not stop with a vote. Representation includes immigration reform, youth justice, and housing for all.

Taxation without representation is a value that is said to be upheld in this democratic state. Yet thousands are left voiceless within this voting system. Youth who are under 18, immigrants, incarcerated folks, and District of Columbia residents pay taxes but yet are denied participation in the U.S. electoral system. When marginalized folks are even allowed the right to vote, they very rarely have an opportunity with participatory representation in this government. Recently, Delegate Eleanor Holmes Norton spoke on the House floor about why D.C. residents have been denied the right to vote, “As one southern Senator put it, "The Negroes . . . flocked in . . . and there was only one way out . . . and that was to deny ... suffrage entirely to every human being in the District."

So thousands like myself marched on the Capitol, not for a right to vote but for a right to have our human rights met. In the same tradition of resistance carried onto us by our ancestors, we marched. Marching alongside the Temple Court tenants who were organizing to keep their housing, the youth who are fighting to keep their Youth Court program open, the immigrants who are speaking out the right to amnesty to live upon this stolen land, and I knew that this was more about voting. It has always been and always will be about the institutional marginalization that my ancestors and I have gone through. Being evicted from our lands, our own supportive systems and languages attacked and attempted to be stolen from us, and often being treated as an immigrant even though our blood runs through this land.

On April 19, 2007 The U.S. House passed the D.C. Voting Rights Bill, it is now introduced the Senate. The current legislation will not only give DC one vote but also a new vote for the state of Utah.

by Leroy Moore/PNN

Tell us what is your relationship to Sugar Hill
Gang and others on the tour.

Well my brother Diamond has been a member of the Sugarhill Gang for 15 years, and Wonder Mike is my cousin. This is my first time working with Kurtis Blow and Melle Mel. I am working on their new CD.

Where are you going in Europe?

We will going to Italy, Bulgaria, Austria, Germany, Switzerland, Hungary, Poland, France, The Netherlands and The UK. The U.S. tour starts in May and goes through June [we will visit] 21 cities.

As a disabled artist what do you bring to the
tour?

Well I composed the theme song for Visit Florida.com one of the major sponsors. I also have a couple of
on their new CD The Big 3. I'll be assisting my brother Diamond who is the DJ, perhaps a bit of live keyboards
and because of my background in the martial arts a little security as well.

Your brother has a disability. Explain.

No, Diamond is not disabled.

What do you think about the Krip-Hop Project?

It is one of the most innovative moves made in the music industry. We are the unheard voices in the industry.[There is] so much vanity in the music industry. I thank God for Leroy Moore's vision, and I am behind him 123% [Its time] to get our message out there. It's out time to shine, it is Divine law.

You will be hanging out with the fathers of Hip-Hop but you have been around too. Give us your background in the music world.

I've been producing records since 1980. I was the first artist signed to Jive Records as a member of the group Conway & Temple. I have been playing in live bands since 1968. I have had a few number 1 dance hits and spent 9 weeks on the Billboard charts. I produce in multiple genres from Gospel to Hip Hop and own my own record label Solid Noize Records. I have been an ASCAP publisher for over 20 years with a publishing catalog of 7,000 songs.

What is your advice to disabled hip-hop artists?

First believe in yourself, study your craft and the biz. Create your own buzz, the music industry has changed you can put out your own music on the internet. Although it would be nice to have a major record deal, you don’t have to wait for a deal or hear record execs tell you to come back when you're better, or we can't market you, do your thing.

What do you want to see coming out of this tour?

The opportunity for a disabled artist to be involved in a major tour. The chance to work with living legends who were not afraid to give me that chance. To go on the road and produce and write tracks for them they respect me as an artist. To be able to continue spread the news about Krip Hop

What do you see in your future?

Krip Hop Volume 3. Making more records. The Temple Dynasty Tour for our new releases, we are currently # 1 on the Dance charts with Keep Rising on Deep Haven Music, He'll Give You Shelter on Rapture Trax and Lose Control or Fuzion Records. This year has been very productive with UK remixes of Beyonce, Chaka Khan, Mary J Blige, Keisha Cole, P Diddy and R Kelly, all out there in Europe at the same time. People will be surprised that all this was done by a disabled artist, [it will be] a Mystery.

Tell Krip-hop readers more about this tour.

This tour is to create a bridge for the youth today to identify and acknowledge the gifts and contributions of the originators of Hip Hop It will feature The Big 3 The Sugarhill Gang, Grandmaster Melle Mel and Kurtis Blow. The tour's major sponsor is Visit Florida.com. This tour will have European and U.S. concert dates. It is both an education in Hip Hop and a historical event as well. With a live band to also be incorporated and I'll be on the keyboards, a first in Hip Hop.

http://www.hiphopanniversary.com/index.html

by Tony Robles/PNN Revolutionary Worker Scholar

To Produce each week's Sunday paper, a half million trees must be cut down.

I recently attended an award ceremony of people who have started recycling programs in their residential hotel buildings. When asked what they've learned in their efforts to recycle, many mentioned the fact that it takes a coordinated effort on the part of many people to make it work. Other folks cited the need to save the planet and still others observed that it had been a long time coming, that they should have started it sooner.

It gives me hope to hear people speak of a shared responsibility in trying to preserve the gifts that nature has provided us. In our capitalist reality, the word "share" is so rarely used that one would be hard to find it in Websters Dictionary.

I have worked in restaurants and have seen how much people waste. It is absolutely obscene what people and businesses throw away, food in particular; food that could feed a good many people.

I was watching a local newscast and learned of a bill proposed in the California State Senate that would give airport passengers the option of donating toiletries and other items surrendered at airports to homeless shelters.

Millions of pounds of toiletries are left with airport security every year. Senate bill 1577 would allow several California airports to give those items to homeless shelters. State Senator Dean Florez of Fresno is the bill's author. Florez launched a pilot program in Bakersfield and Fresno in 2007. Hundreds of pounds of toiletries were collected. Passengers would have the option to place these items in bins that would be bound for homeless shelters. Airports and airline lobbyists against the bill cite possible liability issues.

Currently, the massive amounts of toiletries collected end up in landfills.

On April 16th the bill passed the state senate transportation and housing committee. Next it goes to the Senate appropriations committee. If it passes, it goes to the full senate, then the full assembly. If it makes it past the state assembly, it goes to the Governor.

"There is an opportunity here to take something, which is being collected today and sent to a landfill, and instead send it to someone who will use it and appreciate it," Florez said.

It sounds like plain old common sense to me.

Tony Robles

by Teresa Molina/Prensa Pobre

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Yo recuerdo que una vez yo estaba tomando aire fresco en mi ventana cuando de repente oigo un grito de dolor y me asome para a ver que pasaba y descubrí un muchacho desesperado gritando “¡DÉJENME POR FAVOR! Sus dientes rugían como si estuviera terminando su vida y yo sentí un enorme coraje.

Sentía que mi sangre hervía como agua para chocolate caliente. También sentía impotente y frustrada al no poder hacer nada; lo único que pude hacer fue gritarles que no lo golpearan, que él estaba esposado y no tenían que pisarle su cabeza. Él no podía moverse ni defenderse. Pausaron de pisarle la cabeza y golpearlo y yo pretendí como estaba apuntando el numero de placas de su patrulla y lo soltaron y dejaron ir a su casa.

Él muchacho, todo adolorido volteó y me vio y me dio las gracias. Me sentí contenta porque yo me reflejaba o más bien me identificaba con ese muchacho como si yo fuera su Mamá. Me ha pasado lo mismo también. Hace siete años cuando mis niños eran mas chicos que unos policías llegaron a mi casa a medianoche buscando a mí hijo porque él había tenido una pelea callejera. Pusieron una pistola a me cabeza y me sacaron hasta el pasillo. Mi hija Liliana tenía apenas catorce años, Luis tenía ocho años, Marcos dos años y Jesús dieciséis. Estaban bien asustados porque ellos vieron como ellos pusieron la pistola a mi cabeza y dijeron que pusiera las manos en mi cabeza y empezaron a esculcar mi casa y se llevaron lo que quisieron. Hasta ahorita mis hijos recuerdan con miedo y ya pasaron siete anos y ellos no pueden recuperarse de ese trauma hasta la fecha. Ellos todavía tienen miedo a los policías.

A mí no me gustaría que los golpearan a mis higos como a golpearon ese muchacho. Nadie los defiende ni reclamen sus mal tratos despues.

Yo siempre estoy lista cuando veo que unos policías quieren arrestar a alguien; me fijo que no pase lo mismo porque el abuso policiaco sigue pasando y si uno no esta listo siguen abusando de nuestra gente y de nuestros hijos. Despues ellos niegan el desastre que hacen en la comunidad. Mas que nada, la gente pobre, gente de color son la mas oprimida, mas maltratada, y mas despreciada.

Desgraciadamente la gente pobre trabajadora somos los mas indeseable y somos los que mas contribuimos a la enriquezca de este país; y nosotros cada día mas pobres, mas maltratados. Es por eso que debemos estar listos y denunciar esos abusos y no dejarlos pasar.

Yo pienso que eso pasa porque nosotros nos dejamos que nos atropellen; abusen de nuestros sentimientos solos por el echo de ser pobre. Es por eso que la gente se aprovecha de nosotros. ¡Ya basta de estar tolerando tanto daño! Pienso que esa clase de abusos siempre pasan pero ya es tiempo de pararlos, que nos vean como lo que somos-seres humanos y no animales como ellos nos quieren hacer. El pobre no es malo y no nos vamos a dejar mas. Estaremos listos para defendernos y parar ese abuso y hacer que se nos respete ahora y para siempre. Esto es el consejo que yo les
puedo dar basado en mi experiencia.

Siempre nos sentimos humillados y marginados pero somos muy equivocados; somos gente decente.

Yo entrevisté a un policía y le puso la pregunta de que él piensa de los policías que maltratan a la gente el me contesto que eso pasaba porque la gente no hace un reporte y denuncia esos abusos; que la gente puede hacer un reporte, agarrar el numero de policía y las placas de las patrullas y también que hay leyes para ellos que los castigan y se detienen un poco y el admitió que aunque el no es un policía abusivo, hay policías que abusan de la gente.

Por eso yo hago una llamada a la comunidad que no se queden callados y denuncien esos abusos para que pare el abuso policiaco y tengamos una vida mejor, sin abusos y que sean respetados nuestros derechos y nos vean como lo que somos; seres humanos.

Por lo tanto tenemos que ser respetado y no tolerar mas humillación porque lo merecemos y es la razón que yo no estoy de acuerdo que se violen los derechos humanos. Nunca me voy a quedar callada y siempre voy a estar lista cuando yo vea un abuso en la comunidad. Siempre estaré lista para protestar y defender el derecho de mi comunidad porque a mí no me gusta la injusticia ni el abuso ante nadie y es mi coraje no poder encerrar a esos policías corruptos y abusivos. Pero lo que esté a mí alcance yo lo voy hacer para ayudar a mí comunidad y a mi gente, mi sangre, mis hermanos.

Mi lucha es por ahora y siempre, por vida y con mi gente de mi comunidad.

Hasta la vista

Police Brutality

By Teresa Molina for Prensa Pobre

I remember when I was at my front window taking in some fresh air, when I suddenly heard a painful scream. I leaned out the window to see what happened and I discovered a desperate boy shouting "LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE! His screams roared as if he was dying and I felt enormous anger. I felt my blood boil like water for hot chocolate. I also felt helpless and frustrated at not being able to do anything; the only thing that I could do was to shout to them that they did not have to strike him, that he was handcuffed and they did not have to kick him in the head. He could not move nor defend himself. They paused their beating of him and I pretended to write down the plate numbers of the patrol car and they released him and let him go to his house. The injured boy turned around, saw me and thanked me. I felt happy because I identified with that boy as if I was his mother. The same has happened to me.

Seven years ago, when my children were younger, the police arrived at my house at midnight looking for my son because he had been in a street fight. They put a pistol to my head and they moved to me to the corridor. My daughter Liliana was hardly fourteen years old, Luis was eight, Marcos was two and Jesus was sixteen. They were scared because they saw them put the pistol to my head and told me to put my hands in my head and began to search my house and they took what they wanted. Even right now my children they remember that with fear and seven years have passed. To date they have not recovered from that trauma; they still are scared of the police.

I wouldn’t like it if my children were beaten like they beat that boy. Nobody defends them or later denounces their bad behavior. I am always ready when I see that police want to arrest somebody; I pay attention to make sure that the same thing does not happen. Police abuse continues happening and if one is not ready they continue abusing our people and our children. Later they creating a disaster in our community.

More than anything, poor people, people of color are the most oppressed, most mistreated, and most despised. Unfortunately the hard-working poor people are the most undesirable and we are the ones that contribute the most of the enrichments of this country; and us every day, poorer, more mistreated.

This is why we must be ready to denounce those abuses and not to let them happen. I think that this happens because we let ourselves be trampled over; They abuse our feelings just simply for being poor. That is why people take advantage of us. Enough with tolerating this much harm! I think that this type of abuse always happens but it is time to stop them and make them treat us as human beings, and not animals.

The poor man is not bad and we are not going to put up with it any more. We will be ready to defend ourselves and to stop that abuse and to make them respect us now and always. This is the advice that I can give them based on my experience.

We always feel humiliated and marginalized but very we are mistaken; we are decent people. I interviewed a police officer and asked him what he thinks of the police that mistreat people. He answered that it that happens because people do not make a report and denounce these abuses; that people can make a report, write down the number of police and the patrol car plates and that there are laws for them that punish the police.

He admitted that although he is not an abusive police officer, there are police that do abuse people.

It is for that reason I make a call to the community that it does not remain silent and that it denounce these abuses so they do not continue to happen. We need to make sure that our rights are respected and that we are seen as human beings. Therefore we must be respected and not tolerate more humiliation.

I am never going to be silent and I am always going to be ready when I see I abuse in the community. I will always be ready to protest and to defend the right of my community because to me I do not like the injustice or the abuse before anybody. I am angry that we are not to be able to lock up those corrupt and abusive police. But I will do whatever is within my reach to help my community and my people, my blood, my brothers. My fight is for now and always, for life and with my people of my community. Hasta La Vista!

by Leroy Moore/PNN

On February 23rd 2006 the following statement from then State Senator David Patterson who was running to be Lt. Governor in New York appeared in a local New York City newspaper

He (Patterson) has introduced a bill in the State Senate of New York that would require Police Officers to shoot suspects in the arm or leg to disable instead of shooting for center of mass.

The author of the piece called Senator Patterson now Governor Patterson a Moron. As I go to bed tonight on March 25, 2008, after attending a candle light vigil for a friend, Casper Banjo, who was also Black and disabled, (Patterson is Black and blind) an artist and an elder I read the New York article and think that Casper Banjo would still be alive if Governor Patterson’s bill was signed into law and replicated here in Oakland, CA. Although I know that Casper was not a suspect but a person looking for help on the night of March 14th, 2008, if we just replace the word “suspect” with “person in need,” Governor Patterson’s proposed state legislation still applies.

The candle lights were still flickering as we, Wanda Sabir of the San Francisco Bayview Newspaper, I and a friend drove away from the vigil on 73rd Ave and Garfield Ave in East Oakland. I felt renewed knowing I have another elder guiding my way in heaven and another mentor in political office across the country, Governor David Patterson who continues to fight with and for people like Casper Banjo in NY and else where.

by Tony Robles/PNN

"Profits enslave the world"

--Filipino American labor organizer Philip Vera Cruz

The cat sprayed in the computer and now the government wants to spray on us. The reason? It's called LBAM, aka the light brown apple moth. The state and big agribusiness is putting out propaganda that says this little moth--unless controlled by spraying--will cost California billions of dollars in lost crop export revenue.

Activists and community groups say that the state is being irresponsible, putting the health of people at risk for the benefit of big agribusiness and chemical companies.

As a Filipino-American, the issue hits a very sensitive chord with me. Filipino-Americans were very instrumental in fighting big agribusiness for decent wages and working conditions. Leaders like Philip VeraCruz and Larry Itliong organized Filipino workers throughout California, successfully gaining better wages for workers. Through their work they were able to forge alliances with their Latino brothers and sisters, led by Cesar Chavez, to form what would become the UFW.

It came dollars then, and it comes down to dollars now, at our expense.

In August the state plans to commence aerial spraying of San Francisco, Alameda County and the greater Bay Area with a pheromone cocktail known as checkmate LBAM-F. Monterey and Santa Clara Counties were sprayed last year. People who had never before experienced respiratory problems reported symptoms lasting for weeks and months. If the state has its way, areas will be sprayed every 30-90 days, likely for many years to come. The City and County of Santa Cruz has sued the state, a hearing is scheduled for April 24th

California's office of Environmental Health Hazard Assessment says there is no conclusive link between aerial spraying and the health complaints cited. According to their office, the most common complaints were eye, skin and respiratory irritations. According to their findings, those symptoms could have been caused by a number of factors such as allergies, pollen or the common cold. As a result, the agency said they couldn't make a conclusive determination of a link between the health symptoms and the spraying.

Those opposed to the spraying indicate that the use of pheromone-based mating disrupters has never been proven to be effective. The chemical (checkmate) has known carcinogens and has not been tested for safety on humans. The long term health effects of the compound have not been determined.

Community and advocacy groups are working to stop the aerial spraying. The State Assembly's Agriculture Committee is catering to big agribusiness and the wealthy chemical companies at the expense of the health of our communities, in particular our children.

A petition against the spraying has garnered over 23,000 signatures. Please help stop this spraying.

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/stop-fumigation-of-citizens-without-their-consent-in-california

For more info:
www.Lbamspray.com and www.pesticidewatch.org.

by Sam Drew/PNN

I recently had the opportunity to observe a slice of Black History unfold in front of my eyes. I wasn't in an auditorium filled with graduates from a high profile college or in the boardroom of a Fortune 500 company. It happened while I was waiting for a bus at the corner of 40th and San Pablo in beautiful North Oakland on a hectic Friday evening. Black History not only takes place when talented black people rise to the top of their fields, but also when black people resist being criminalized, marginalized and de-humanized by the society at large.

At the bus stop I heard an elderly African American man screaming at the top of his lungs and banging his walking cane on the back of a 72R bus. He kept repeating the phrase "I'm not gonna' let him get away with that!!!" to anyone who would listen as he approached the front of the bus. As the old man got on the bus he began arguing violently with the bus driver over his perceived disrespect. The bus driver quickly grabbed his telephone and called the Sheriffs office to haul to old guy to jail.

But before the news media could get another piece of bad news coming from violent Oakland, a young African American male wearing a black New York Yankees baseball cap put his long sinewy arm on the old guy's shoulder and forcefully spoke "It ain't worth it O.G. It't ain't worth going to jail over. Let it go O.G. He(the bus driver) ain't worth it" The youth began pulling the old man off the bus while telling him he didn't want him to go to jail. When he got the old timer on the street the 72 bus driver closed the door and rapidly drove off in a huff. I had just witnesses refusal to be criminalized. I also witnessed a youthful African-American male defuse a potential violent situation an be a peace maker. I also viewed inter-generational dialog between young and old. With the young extending wisdom and guidance to the elder. And the elder accepting the wise words. This is just the opposite to the image put out in the media about young black males and black people in general. Black history unfolding in front of my eyes.

A revolutionary project of POOR Magazine aimed at penetrating the racist and classist publishing industry, POOR Press Publications has just released 9 new books from mamas, daddies, sons, daughters and grandmothers who have struggled with poverty and racism in Amerikka ( 6 from African American authors!) that exhibit that same spirit that refuses to be marginalized, criminalized or de-humanized .These books touch on themes that are universal but retain that unique Poor Press flavor of resistance.

Bruce Allison's The Land Under Golden Gate Park. is a fantasy about the weird world underneath Golden Gate Park and also serves as a satire on San Francisco politics or as Mr. Allison says "Just have fun reading it!"

Rico Stone Crawford's First, The Last-Featuring Visions is a book comprised of poetry written by the late Rico-Stone Crawford and co-authored by his mother Merilee Crawford. Even though Rico was told at the young age of nineteen he had two months to live, he lived an additional twenty years which gave him time to express his many talents.

Marvin Crutchfield's Paradise Ventures 3 is his 3rd book of gospel poetry. It is mainly about how to get saved by Jesus Christ, because he is the author of light. And, it tells about what will happen if you refuse him.

One Man's Journey into Institutional Abuse Ms a compilation of poetry written by Byron Gafford about institutions all over the world that were built to tear families apart and ruin lives for monetary gain.

Valerie Harvey's Love Lights the Way: A Book of Poetry About Love is a book of poetry about the different types of love, including romance, friendship, love of one's ethnicity and familial love. One of the goals of the book is for people to be more intuned about love in general.

Ruyata Akio McGlothin's (RAM) Another Broken Heart Mended is about the trauma Ruyata went through as a child which lead to his drug abuse which also lead to his recovery. According to RAM "I'm trying to get people away from negative internal dialogue."

POOR Magazine's own welfareQUEEN Vivian Hain's book of struggle, resistance and art; SuperbabyMama - in the life of one poor mama in the USA, focuses on the life of a poor family dealing with racism, poverty and criminalization in the US.

The powerful essays, articles and art of poverty and race scholar and journalist Brother Y's book are included in his first publication entitled, The San Francisco County Jail Cookbook .

And finally, Dale Ray's To Hell and Back is a story of uplifting hope. As Dale Ray puts it, "Your past does not have to dictate your future. Through will power you can overcome your obstacles just like I did!"

To purchase a copy of any of these powerful publications please call POOR Magazine at (415) 863-6306 or to buy them on-line with your credit card go on-line to www.poormagazine.org and click on POOR Press. They will all be available at a table at Whose Poverty Whose Crime - a symposia on the Criminalization of Poverty held at UC Berkeley's Boalt Hall on March 6th and March 7th

by Angela Pena, Patricia Morales, Gloria Esteva/Prensa POBRE

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Por Patricia Morales

Mi nombre es Patricia y soy reportera con la revista POBRE y creo que hay muchas injusticias en este pas. Uno cual es la guerra en Iraq. No creo que es correcto que los Estados Unidos ordene la matanza de tanta gente, muchas de quienes son gente totalmente inocente, como los ninos. Para demostrar mi oposición a la guerra, el jueves atendí a la protesta anti-guerra en San Francisco.

Allí realicé que hay mucha gente que no están de acuerdo con la guerra y, al contrario, quisieran que las tropas regresen a casa y paren el derramar de más sangre inocente. Estaba muy contenta ver a tanta gente en la marcha. Había cerca de 10.000 personas protestando en contra la guerra. Muchos llevaban las fotos de parientes que habían sido matados o luchaban en la guerra. Me sorprendió ver a tantos policías muchos presentes para mantener la paz. Espero que estas marchas ayuden a poner un fin a la guerra para que las tropas puedan venir a casa. ...............................................

Por Gloria Esteva

La guerra en Iraq es una oportunidad de segar la abundancia que los trabajadores producen. En este país tenemos muchos problemas que necesiten ser solucionados. Creo que en vez de usar la energía de nuestra comunidad para luchar en la guerra en Iraq, podríamos utilizar esa energía para construir y para organizar mejor la abundancia de este país, a donde tanta gente ha tenido que venir trabajar y vivir. Esta gente ha tenido que huir el mismo sistema de represión aquí tal como en sus propios países. Debemos de parar esta represión y estas infiltraciones y no producir más guerras en el mundo. Todavía tenemos tiempo para cambiar, defender la vida, creatividad y reconstruir el mundo. Por que si continuamos a permitir esta guerra injusta en Iraq, enfrentaremos a consecuencias graves. ...............................................

Por Angela Pena

Soy una mujer inmigrante, activista, colaborador de las causas nobles y reportera para la revista POBRE. Creo que la guerra en Iraq ha traído muchas desventajas a este país y ha debilitado grandemente la economía. Hay mucha gente que se opone a la guerra y para expresar sus emociones al gobierno ellas protestan y marchan juntas. Éste es el quinto año de esta guerra despiadada, así es que gente a través del país están recolectando para marchar contra esta guerra injusta.

Por la tarde alrededor de la 5:00 P.M. en la plaza de la NU. y el centro cívico de San Francisco el jueves, 19 de marzo, diez milésimos de gente se recolectó para protestar la guerra en Iraq. La gente llevaba muestras que expresaban sus opiniones. Las muestras leían, “No queremos que la guerra continué�? y “No deseamos la muerte de la gente inocente.�? Una coalición de organizaciones esta presente y la voz del pueblo se oiga. Aunque hay mucha policía deteniendo a gente, no intimidan a los manifestantes.

Creo que si el gobierno tomara el consejo del pueblo esta guerra terminaría. La gente está llamando para que paren el abuso mundial contra las familias.

By Patricia Morales

My name is Patricia and I am reporter with POOR Magazine and I believe that there are many injustices in this country. One of which is the war in Iraq. I do not believe that it is right for the United States to order the killing of so many people, many of whom are entirely innocent people, such as children. To show my opposition to the war, I attended the anti-war protest Thursday in San Francisco.

There I realized that there are a lot of people who are not in agreement with the war and instead want the troops to come home and to stop the shedding of more innocent blood. I was very pleased to see so many people in the march. There were about 10,000 people protesting against the war. Many were carrying the photos of relatives who had been killed or were fighting in the war. I was surprised to see so many police officers present to “keep the peace.�? I hope that these marches help to put an end to the war so the troops can come home. ...............................................

By Gloria Esteva

The War in Iraq is an opportunity to reap the wealth that workers produce. In this country we have many problems that need to be solved. I believe that instead of using our community's energy to fight the war in Iraq, we could use that energy to build and better organize the wealth of this country, where so many people have had to come to work and live. These people have been forced to flee the same system of repression here as in their own countries. We must stop this repression and these infiltrations and produce no more wars in the world. We still have time to change, to defend life, creativity and reconstruct the world. For if we continue to allow this unjust war in Iraq, we will face grave consequences. ...............................................

By Angela Pena

I am an immigrant woman, activist, collaborator of noble causes and reporter for POOR Magazine. I believe that the war in Iraq has brought many disadvantages to this country and has greatly weakened the economy. There are many people who are opposed to the war and to express their emotions to the government they protest and march together. This is the fifth year of this ruthless war, so people all across the country are gathering to march against this unjust war.

In the evening around 5:00 p.m. in the UN Plaza and Civic Center of San Francisco on Thursday March 19th, ten thousand people gathered to protest the war in Iraq. The people carried signs expressing their opinions. The signs read, "We do not want the war to continue" and "we do not want the death of innocent people." A coalition of organizations is present and the voice of the people is heard. Although there are many police officers present arresting people, the protesters are not intimidated.

I believe that if the government took the peoples' advice this war would be over. The people are calling for the abuse against families worldwide to stop.

by Tony Robles/PNN

I woke up and turned on an early morning news program. The announcers were clean and pressed and looked more like mannequins than humans. I listened as they reported on Obama/Clinton, budget deficits, and the upcoming Olympic games in China. I was also informed that my TV would be obsolete if I didn't purchase some kind of electric box by early 2009.

The reporter announced that a man had been shot on I-280 in a case of road rage during rush hour traffic the day before. What else is new, I asked myself. I didn't want to hear about it. I turned off the TV and jumped into the shower.

As the shower jets hit my body I began to think. I thought about my 10 year old son and the kind of world he is going to inherit. I put on my clothes and got on the bus.

I used to pray on the bus. I used to ask God to help me do what he needed me to do. I haven't prayed in a while. I don't know why. A native scholar once said that when you are silent, God is talking to you. You just have to listen.

I'm trying to listen but it's hard, especially when all you seem to hear is bad news.

It turns out that the man who was shot on I-280 was a father of 3. His name was Luis "Al" Solari. He was a graduate of Mission High School, my alma mater. He worked as an appliance installation specialist and truck driver for Cherin's Appliance on Valencia St. for 15 years. He was with his 2 children on I-280 en route to his wife who had gotten off work.

Luis apparently cut off another driver. His 7 year old son recalled 3 men exchanging "mean looks with daddy." One of the men stuck his hand out the window and fired shots. "He prayed and fell down" said Lorenzo, Luis' 7 year old son. The car swerved, coming to a halt along the side of the highway near some ice plants. Luis lay dying, bleeding from the stomach and mouth.

Luis' wife stood waiting. She thought Luis had taken the kids to a baseball game and forgotten about her. She repeatedly called Luis' cell phone. He was never late. A friend had told her about an accident on I-280. It was frantic. When she got to the hospital, her husband was dead.

Luis was a father, a worker and a husband. He was just shy of his 38th birthday. He was a positive presence in his community, a father figure to many children of single mothers in his Iron Triangle neighborhood in Richmond. He played ball and put on barbeques for the kids. He was a father and a man, a man that is needed. Now, one less man.

I pray for his wife and children. And for the children in Iraq who have witnessed the killing of their parents. And for the girl who witnessed the killing of her father in the Western Addition�and the countless others who don't make it above or below the fold in "our" corporate-run newspapers.

I don't have answers. I wish I did. I wish I had a lens to look into the heart of a person that would murder a father in front of his children. I wish I could explain it. I wish I could make it go away.

I keep hearing my father's voice saying: "This life ain't promised, son."

It makes you want to give up, to throw in the towel.

I think of Luis' prayer as he lay slumped in his car on I-280.

I listen for God.

A family benefit account has been set up:

Lilia Solari Family Benefit Account

A.G. Edwards-Wachovia Bank

456 Montgomery, 16th Floor

San Francisco, CA 94104

Anyone with information about the case are asked to call SFPD investigators at 415-553-1145

Tony Robles

2008

by anna/pnn

In the year 2001, when Alison Washington, a single mother of two, moved into her new apartment in Northridge Homes, a housing cooperative located in Bayview Hunter’s Point, she was pointing her compass towards success. A year later she went into business for herself, opening a home based learning center in the downstairs of her apartment. The following year, after the passing of her mother, she transformed her grief into support by starting her own faith based family support service ministry S.O.U.R.C.E., Sisters of Unity Reaching Community Entities, which offered community support services such as toys, backpacks, clothing drives, hot feeding programs, and a local food share program which was operated out of St. James Missionary Baptist Church.

For the next three years Alison cultivated her organization into an essential community resource center, anticipating achieving her Non-profit status forming allies with other Bayview organizations as well as winning sponsorships from larger Bay Area organizations. Alison’s course towards success seemed uninterrupted until, in the fall of 2007, she found herself and her family illegally evicted and homeless - along with being told we have no investment moneies to be returned to us. Where did it go? Is her question!

In 2006 Alison’s home was broken into, with nearly everything stolen and leaving her and her children with close to nothing. Pooling together her resources, Alison managed to resume her life, until 2007, when her home was invaded a second time. Again, they were completely violated . Alison fought to regain the life she had before the break-ins, this time using her meager income to install a home security system, and purchased a dog. The damage was done, however, and Alison began to fall behind in her rent.

After finding herself three months behind in rent Alison was served with an eviction notice and sought help from RADCO Eviction Defense, a rental assistance agency. RADCO agreed to pay Alison’s back rent as well as provide her with a monthly stipend, which would guarantee Alison’s rent in the future. When Alison and RADCO attempted to contact (and pay) her landlord, Office Manager Penny Hall and Assistant Yolanda Newton, they received no response. It wasn’t until the day before Alison’s eviction that Hall and Newton responded to them and rejected Alison’s back rent payments, stating that the eviction would continue. The following day, the Sheriffs arrived at Alison’s house, also trying to advocate for their family, but there was no success. By then, she was given 20 minutes to pack her belongings before being forced out of her home and shuttled a hotel, the first of 15 that Alison has lived in for the next two months after that day.

Alison’s mistake wasn’t falling behind on her rent, however. Instead it was choosing to live in Bayview Hunter’s Point, an area that has been targeted as a high crime community, not to forget very expensive. She also tried to remain in her home thinking changes would come about for the better, but it didn't. They lived in an unsafe/unhealthy unit with many repair work orders, which were never fixed. Leaking windows from the rain resulted into sleeping with mold in the room, wet carpet dripping down through the kitchen ceiling onto the floor. Also broken doors off hinges. These work orders were never completed but we constantly received "Sorry we missed you notices from Maintenance, when they knew on Mondays, there was no one going to be home."

The displacement of poor communities of color does not occur only after housing is built, but is a slow deliberate process that begins years before development. This process, which has systematically wiped out black communities such as the Fillmore, West Oakland, and now New Orleans, occurs in areas where market values are high and land is scare.

“We call it ethnic cleansing, to push people out and not give them anything and no say,” say Willy Radcliff, publisher of the San Francisco Bayview newspaper, “The whole city is pushing people out so rich developers can come in and have wealthy people move in. They squeeze the poor and push them out. It’s happening all over the country.”

There are certain elements involved that are responsible for the assassination of gentrified communities. One of these elements is keeping communities poor, specifically by keeping jobs out of the community while rents increase. In Bayview Hunter’s Point the unemployment rate is at 30% and the city has offered a limited amount of direct services in this area, forcing residents to leave the city in order to survive.

“The jobs have never been up here,” says Radcliff, “There’s a conspiracy to keep jobs out of here so they can get the land. They keep jobs away from black people and if you don’t have a job you can’t live in San Francisco.”

Take the hotly debated T-line for example. Initially the project promised jobs to Bayview residents and was touted as a way to promote employment in the area. When ground broke, however, no neighborhood faces were seen working on the line. Instead, in an area that is primarily black, the majority of the construction workers were white.

Jobs weren’t the only sacrifice Bayview residents made for the line. In exchange for the T-line Bayview residents gave up the 15-bus line, which ran every 15 minutes in and out of the Bayview. The T-line runs chaotically and some residents have experienced waits up to three hours, leaving them stranded without a dependable way to get to work or school.

“I think cutting off the service to that area is a way to strangle the existing community,” says Laure McElroy, a former Bayview resident, “Once they get the people out of there they want then service will get better.”

Violence also plays a crucial role in the displacement of communities, where developers have residents trapped on all fronts. Violence feeds violence and whole communities are killing each other off in desperate and ill-fated attempts to negotiate the poverty in their area. For those families who do manage to survive the violence in the Bayview, moving out of the area is the only option to stay alive. Mass media plays a role in advertising sensationalized numbers about the killings and shootings in the Bayview, ensuring that, while families move out seeking sanctuary elsewhere, no one else moves in until the district is thoroughly “cleaned up”.

Alison and her family was a direct victim of this type of violence when her 22-year-old son was shot at late one night. There was no clear reason why, only that her son and his friend were not dealing drugs. After the shooting and eviction, the family was supported through Victim Services, which has bent over backwards to help Alison in her search for housing.

Alison’s eviction has taken its toll on her and her family, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Alison has been in and out of the hospital due to stress related illnesses and her 10-year-old daughter has undergone trauma that has caused her to miss quite a bit of school. The transitional housing shelter system has been very accommodating by placing her daughter, son, dog, and herself in doors with a one-bedroom apartment.

“I’m reliving these incidents every single day as I press forward and support others through their times of grief and discomfort, even in my homelessness,” she says, her voice cracking under the weight of her story, “When is it going to come to the time of living like a normal family again? As a mom, going back to work, to school, and happy.” We stumble upon challenges daily, and everyone deserves a chance get back up. As I, a “Woman of Faith” have and will always continue to travel with the “Armour of God” my hope is to encourage you all that there is hope at the end of all storms!” So many families have lost their strength to go on.”

Alison’s search for housing has been much like her shelter experience. Alison, who refuses to separate her family, is constantly being faced with housing offers that are not adequate for a three-person family, and who's willing to accept a service animal. The shelter and housing system, which are grounded in the Western notion that adulthood equals independence, has been very accommodating to Alison’s family’s needs, but now as time is running out of this dwelling space, it’s leaving them virtually homeless, as they were in the beginning.

“We are temporarily housed at in a shelter and we thank them from the bottom of our hearts,” she concludes, “But we are due to exit in a couple of days and we have no where else to go.”
Unjust evictions and homelessness has to cease, especially when the individuals are trying to make a difference somehow!

Alison would like to thank the following organizations that have supported her through her struggle: S.O.U.R.C.E. Volunteers, City & County of San Francisco Daly City Krispy Kreme Donuts, Dept. of Human Services, City & County of San Francisco Neighborhood Services, City & County of San Francisco District Attorney's Office, City of San Bruno Marine Corps, Clear Channel Radio 98.1 KISS FM, Darlene's Fabrics, Homeless Prenatal Program, Poor Magazine, RADCO Eviction Defense, Safeway Stores, S.F. Sheriffs Office, S.F.P.D./Operation Dream, Shelter Network, St. James M.B. Church

Alison has recently learned that she and her family must move out of the shelter they are staying in this Thursday. They have nowhere to go, if you can help in any way please call 415.863.6306.

by Michelle Williams/PoorNewsNetwork

"What now?" I thought. I was getting three to four calls a month from the school my youngest son attended. Ricky was talking in class, him and another student were playing around or having some words. Rickey was late to class. It was always something, no matter how small, I always seemed to receive a phone call. The calls would inevitably lead to suspensions of my son from school. I always felt that many of these situations could have been dealt with another way.

After doing some research online I found the series of Racial Justice Report Cards on education policy-makers released by Justice Matters, a non-profit policy institute that addresses inequity in education. After reviewing the report cards I started recognizing that these calls and suspensions stemmed from an institutionalized practice of targeting children of color in our education system.

The Racial Justice Report Cards, which include a grade on the Governors council on education excellence and the state superintendent of instruction's recommendations, critique the current polices and how these policies are not addressing the racism that exists in our schools.

"Our future success requires us to close the achievement gap that exists between our white students and our students of color, as well as gaps with our English learners, poor students, and students with disabilities," said State Superintendent of Instruction Jack O'Connell in a recent address on the state of education in California. O'Connell's recommendations received a C- report card.

O'Connell's words struck a chord in me considering that my son and most of the kids of color at the school he used to attend, were racially targeted and ultimately were deprived of their education.

At El Camino High School where my sone attended school, there were no African-American teachers that I was aware of. Many educators fail to address the importance of cultural understanding and their students' backgrounds. Discrimination against students of color as well as a lack of cultural awareness set up a pattern of failure. As Justice Matters says, "Until we develop an accountability system that measures student learning in ways that support high quality teaching methods that are effective with students of color, we limit how far we can go in building a racially just school system."

In the Justice Matters Report Cards they specifically cite the lack of recruitment of teachers from demographic backgrounds that reflect the diversity of their students community. Had this recruitment existed and had there been teachers of color I’m quite sure most these calls and suspensions would not have been made and that my son would have been dealt with differently.

Every call I received from the school I looked on not as a sign of the school's concern for my son’s education but only to further remove him from being a successful student. These calls made to myself and other parents were recorded in the students' files. As this continued to happen, I became uncomfortable with my son being there. Sadly I expected and waited for the next ring to come. What would be next, a suspension for disrupting the class, a dispute gone bad, police intervention of some kind or an expulsion from high school that might totally ruin his chances of later attending college if he chose to.

I can say honestly that I am not the kind of person who upholds wrong doing of any sort but I know my son and I know that he has no been doing nothing more or less like the average teenager who needs to be acknowledged by his peers. The schools say they have a zero tolerance policy but tell me who can walk a straight and narrow path without trial and error. This is unrealistic for anyone, let alone children who are still growing and learning. What has happened to the school districts, our children's home away from home?

Perhaps our local and state education policy makers need to read their report cards and institute racially just education policies for students of color and their families in California.

To view all of the Racial Justice Report Cards on Education Policy-Makers released by Justice Matters go on-line to www.justicematters.org

Michele Williams, a Parent,Race and Disability Scholar, just graduated from POOR Magazine's Race, Poverty and Media Justice Institute's Poverty Scholars in Media Program and will graduate from Skyline College this year with an AA degree

Her 27 year old son graduated high school and is working in real estate and her 17 year old son is graduating in June from Independence High. He has been able to excel in the independent study model of education.

by Tony Robles

"A man is his job and you are f****d at yours!"

--Shelley Levine from the movie GlenGarry Glen Ross

I was sitting at my desk once again contemplating my worth and my value as a person, as a man, as someone who possesses a spirit. My biggest fear is that I will lose my spirit while sitting behind my desk, that somehow the desk will become a coffin that will encase my spirit and ingest my soul into little drawers to be trapped in an eternal communion with rubber bands, paper clips, glue stick and the ever-trusted bottle of white out.

My job is with a non-profit organization in the city as an employment counselor. I find this position to be both funny and ironic since I have been fired from most every job I have held in my life. My first job was a paperboy with the San Francisco Examiner in 1976. I had a fairly big route, about 56 papers. Like many kids, I wanted expensive tennis shoes and I saved my earnings for a pair of red pumas that I had seen in a storefront window.

The job went well for a short time but I got a good number of complaints from people who didn't get their paper. There wasn't a name for A.D.D. at the time and I believe I had it. My boss was a grumpy old-timer who supposedly knew my grandfather in the old days. He dyed his hair the color of black shoe polish. I felt like an idiot when he brought the complaints to my attention. The complaints kept adding up and I eventually had to give up the route. I did manage to buy the 60 dollar pair of Puma's which my father described as a "damn waste of money" and that we could have gotten steak, rice, eggs, chow mein, milk and a roll of Italian salami with that money. He demanded that I return them to get my money back. I told him I couldn't return them because I had been wearing them for a week. He shot me a disgusted look that made me feel like eating my shoes.

Over the years I worked as a dishwasher, security guard, radio DJ and office clerk. Somehow I could never follow the rules. Somehow, the rules were superfluous and the enforcers of the rules, in my estimation, did not have the imagination to conceive of a situation free of rules, a space in which creativity could be appreciated and one could truly be his or herself without feeling guilty. The people who followed and insisted upon the rules were rewarded with promotions and bigger salaries. I was often let go or quit to find another job with rules.

So now I sit at a desk at 7th and Market Streets with a computer and business cards with my name and position printed in a fancy font: Tony Robles Employment Counselor.

People walk in and ask for help in getting jobs. Most are looking for manual labor, janitorial, or maintenance positions. Some have been in and out of prison. Many do not have much education. Many do not feel that they deserve anything but these positions. It is from my desk that I see these leaders.

Eric M. walked into my office 2 months ago. He'd heard that we helped people get jobs so we sat and talked. He indicated that he wanted to get a job as a janitor. We sat down and talked. He was formerly incarcerated, homeless and trying to get his life together. He told me he had worked in Bayview Hunter's point in a mentorship program for young entrepreneurs. He had helped write a grant and create an in-class curriculum for the program.

We talked about his skills and his experience. He wrote down each job he had held and what he accomplished. I watched him write, there was something special there. Maybe it was the care he put into the words. His writing was like brush strokes that said more than any resume could. He said he'd return the next day to work on his resume. The following day came but Eric M. did not show up.

A month later he came back and said he didn't mean to disappear; that he'd been looking for housing and that things had been rough. We sat down and went over his resume. It looked good. We looked on craigslist and saw an opening for a community organizer position at ACORN San Francisco. We called and secured an interview for Eric.

2 days later Eric M. walked into the office and said 3 words: "I got it". We hugged and his eyes held all the light I needed for the day, or any day. I felt good for him. I was in the presence of a leader. We walked to the elevator where we bid each other goodbye.

Eric M. ain't no janitor. He's a strong young black man, a leader. A leader among many leaders who are told they are janitors and menial laborers.

Eric got on the elevator going down but he was really going up. I walked back to my desk, a guy who'd been fired from most every job he's had, soul intact, at least for the moment.

2008 Tony Robles

by Joaquin C./Copwatch LA and Mari Villaluna/PNN Indigenous People's Media Project

"The cops are at DQU!" the text message showed up on my phone just
before I was about to continue walking on the Longest Walk 2, a walk of
resistance by native peoples to bring attention to sacred burial sites
and native movements across the US. I have been walking for the next
seven generations, for my descendants. I pray for them with every step
I take.

On February 22, 2008 at 12:18 p.m. Yolo County Sheriffs arrested three
DQU students with alleged charges of trespassing and served with an
eviction notice. Students have occupied DQU since January of 2005,
demanding the re-opening of DQU and maintaining classes every semester.

DQU is the only off-reservation college in the US. It has been under
threat of closure for several months. POOR's Indigenous Peoples media
project held a rally in support of DQU in February

DQU was founded by Natives and Chicanos to reflect an Indigenous
education that covered all of the Americas. In 2005, the university
lost it's accreditation after the former administration mishandled
school funds.

The night before the arrest, some DQU students arrived to participate
in the longest walk. That same night I met a journalist from L.A. named
Joaquin Cienfuegos and we talked about D-Q University and the Longest
Walk 2 and how they are interconnected. We talked about the importance
of collaborating on media, and how not that often you see the North and
South Natives coming together on a media tip. That night I knew it was
important for him to interview Caske Limon, a DQU Student so Joaquin
could understand the spiritual importance of DQU and its connections to
the Longest Walk 2.

"It's important because it's unique. It highly stresses culture
and traditions. It has more hands-on learning experience and
environment" said Caske Limon, DQU Student. "It's a place for
healing. It's a very sacred place. The name of the school
itself was brought to the school by means of ceremony. They used
to hold the AIM Sundance at the DQ University back in the day" he
continued.

Caske continued to talk to Joaquin about how D-Q University has been as
a used as a model for self determination and sovereignty for Native
people.

"It's creating a prototype, a microcosm, of a better society.
It's giving a visual example of not polluting healthy life and
eliminating diseases by eating healthy" he said. "We want to
revert back to the structure of how indigenous societies used to work."

DQU is very sacred to the students who are currently occupying it so
much so that three of them recently got arrested because they believe
in D-Q University. They believe in the vision of North and South
Natives coming together to learn as their ancestors once did, without
borders but having a epistemic location in a Indigenous traditional
identity.

I was lucky enough to have a conversation with an elder named Dr. Adam
Fournate Eagle, who was one of the Natives to jump over the fence to
reposses the former Army Communications center and started a tribal
college called D-Q University. He talked about Alcatraz Island, DQU,
Longest Walk of 1978, sacred sites, and cracked jokes the whole time.
The words that I remember the most is "Its up to the youth to continue
the struggles that we once fought for." Those youth at D-Q University
are making sure that the next seven generations have an Indigenous
University that uses our ways of educating our people.

For informaiton on DQ you can visit their myspace at: www.myspace.com/dquniversity. To read more about DQ go on-line to
www.poormagazine.org and click on Indigenous Peoples Media Project

--

by Yolanda Neals/The Micah Project

From: http://stopblackinjustice.blogspot.com/

On or about December 27, 2007 at Battle Creek Central Field house, 19 yr old African-American paralyzed male named Dawan Gordon was attending a basketball game. Gordon, a Battle Creek, Michigan resident, was paralyzed after being shot twice in his back in April of 2006. At this holiday basketball tournament in Battle Creek Gordon was given permission by Michael Whittaker, a security guard at the game, to stand on or by the players on courtside as a result of his disability. Officer Hancock of the Battle Creek Police Department approached Gordon and others and told them to move or leave. Gordon told the officer he had security permission to stand there because of his disability. The officer insisted that Gordon either move or leave. Gordon told the officer that he would leave. Gordon started walking away on crutches complaining about the officer's insensitivity. He requested the officer get the handicap lift. The officer grabbed Gordon causing Gordon's crutches to fall. Gordon informed the officer that he could not walk. Gordon alleges that Hancock arrested him for exercising his federally protected right to free speech.

Gordon grabbed the rail with both hands to keep from falling due to the fact that he has no lower body support from his legs. Officer Hancock grabbed Gordon's right arm and handcuffed him all the while complaining to Gordon to quit resisting. Gordon responded to Officer Hancock that he was not resisting but trying to keep from falling. Hancock ordered Gordon to "let go or I will mace you. Stop resisting." Gordon scared of being maced, let go of the rail and gave his left hand to Officer Hancock which caused Gordon's body to fall forward. Security guard Whittaker arrived to catch Gordon from falling to the ground. Whittaker told Officer Hancock Gordon could not walk. Gordon asked Officer Hancock to provide him with the handicap lift once again and Hancock refused. Officer Hancock then proceeded to drag Gordon down the set of stairs. Gordon saw Mrs. Stephanie Moore (who is a young African-American female City Commissioner in the neighboring city of Kalamazoo, Michigan) at the bottom of the stairs with her cell phone. Gordon asked Moore to video the incident. At the time Gordon ran into Moore both his hands were already in handcuffs and he was being dragged away by the officer. Officer Hancock dragged Gordon by his arms down a flight of stairs with Gordon's legs falling behind him lifelessly hitting every step. Gordon told the officer that he still had a bullet in his back and that the officer's actions might cause the bullet to move.

Gordon was not taken to the hospital while he was in police custody even though he was in excruciating pain. Gordon went to the hospital after he was released from jail. Gordon's back was injured and aggravated during the incident as a result of being dragged down the stairs by the officer. Gordon indicated that he could not believe what was happening to him and did not know why the officer arrested him. He was complying with the officer's request to move or leave the basketball game and Gordon had decided to leave.

Officer Hancock dragged Gordon outside to his squad car. He ordered Gordon to stand so that Gordon could be searched. Gordon told the officer he could not stand because he was paralyzed. The officer stood Gordon up against the police car and kept insisting, "stand yo ass up," which caused Gordon to fall harshly to the ground and sustain further injury to his back. Hancock picked Gordon up and placed Gordon in the police car. Gordon was told he was under arrest for resisting arrest and for being loud and boisterous and for yelling at the officer -- telling him that he could not walk. Someone brought Gordon's crutches to the police car. Hancock placed the crutches in the trunk. In the police car Officer Hancock apologetically told Gordon he thought Gordon was, "bullshitting him because he get's bullshitted everyday," regarding Gordon’s claim that he could not stand up or walk. Gordon was taken to jail and he was booked and placed into custody overnight until he was arraigned the next day. Gordon got out of jail on bond and went to the hospital to be treated for the injuries he sustained.

A witch hunt has ensued over Kalamazoo City Commissioner Stephanie Moore who did in fact video tape this incident and has since been brought up on felony charges of resisting, obstructing, and interfering during this excessive and abusive arrest of Dawan Gordon. Click on this link to learn more about how Commissioner Moore has come under severe attack in both Kalamazoo and Battle Creek, Michigan for being concerned about the abuse she witness this young black male endure at the hands of a police officer.
http://www.generalpopulation.org/index.cfm?CFID=76679041&CFTOKEN=18645355 - A young black male in Detroit has created a website and rap song detailing the obvious retaliation against Kalamazoo Commissioner Stephanie Moore. Mrs. Moore has received very racially driven death threats and everything since her involvement of witnessing this arrest was made public.

Please help us find good legal representation for this disabled young black male as well as national exposure for what is going on in the Battle Creek and Kalamazoo, Michigan area. Kalamazoo City Commissioner Stephanie Moore recently participated in a "Know Your Rights" forum. She was approached by police in Battle Creek Michigan on Monday, February 25, 2008 at Macedonia Baptist Church at 5:30pm. She is under attack because she cares about serving and educating the urban community.

Continued blessings,

Yolanda Neals

The Micah Project

The Micah Project (TMP) was formed under the inspiration of the Prophet Micah in his charge that we are to love mercy, seek justice, and walk humbly with our God. (Micah 6:8).

The Micah Project will walk with man before God to seek justice. Providing support services to individuals seeking justice when their civil rights have been violated.