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  • King Kaution Talks About His New Video: Every Day I Wake Up

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

    Everyday I Wake up

    (Click on the link to watch the video: http://youtu.be/eovRuwBY_Hk?hd=1)

    What's the first thing you think about when you wake up? Well everyday I wake up I think about getting myself out of bed and dressed like the average person but I need help. You never know or wonder how do people who are wheelchair users or have a physical disability get dressed everyday? I thought well since I'm in a position to answer those type of questions I figured why not record what I have to do to get dress and show the world. I'm very blessed and thankful that I have my family to help me out. One thing I must say is no matter my situation I like to keep myself looking handsome lol. Life still goes on and I'm sharing mine one video and one song at a time. This song and video were done for Krip-Hop Nation.

    By King Kaution

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  • Kounterclockwise Birthed KRIPPLED BOY

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

     

     

    Krip-Hop Nation (KHN) - I love this song ‘Krippled Boy’ on your CD, ‘Daylights Saving Time’.  Tell us why this song was hidden and why now to release it?

    Kounterclockwise - ‘Krippled Boy’ was the last song to make the album.  We recorded it while the other songs were being mastered.  The song was so unique and I wasn’t sure if it fit the concept of the album.  Kaya suggested we add it as a hidden bonus track.  We decided to release it now because we got such a good response from the people that had the physical cd and actually found the song; we decided to share it with everyone.

    KHN - What is the history behind this song?

    Kounterclockwise - bold">My accident left me in a very depressed and isolated state.  I was purging my emotions through my music with songs like ‘The Beatings.’  I made this song to both embrace my disability and to poke fun at myself.  It was very liberating and I felt a huge release after recording it.

    KHN Do you think that you & KHN is taking back these words like krippled and flipping it for our culture?

    Kounterclockwise - Absolutely.  It’s similar to black people saying Nigga or any oppressed people for that matter, taking the very words that their ‘bully’ used to hurt them and rendering the word powerless by flipping the meaning.

    KHN – I loved that you bring up Jerry Lewis.  Tell us more

    Kounterclockwise - Growing up I remember the Jerry Lewis telethons and Jerry’s Kids fundraisers that were often on TV.  It was pretty much the first time I ever saw disabled people on TV and heard their stories.  So I guess it stuck in my psyche and just came to me as the perfect way to end the song.  

    KHN - This song shows the love, which is not talked about among disabled boys enough in our society.  Tell us more why the love?

    Kounterclockwise - Yes the love aspect is a huge part of this.  The chorus is about showing some love to ‘krippled’ people and about giving myself the same.  (kaya adds) The healing process really begins when we can look in the mirror and forgive and love ourselves as we are today with all our flaws.  and as ‘dark’ as our music may come across, the purging is in seeking to love us and heal.  Now, the verse is different in that it is a straight hip/hop battle-rap-type-flow, showing off his lyrical skills but the love theme still returns briefly when he says, “I’m part of a breed that’s rare called the hippie type...”

    KHN:  You told me about the way you put this song together to be off beat or something like that tell u why.  And I didn’t notice it.

    Kounterclockwise -  (kaya says) Yes, the “krippled” motif of the song is also in the beat.  The beat is intentionally “off” rhythm to mimic walking with a limp.  I don’t know if many would catch it but that’s why he chose to make the beat “krippled” too.  He’s riding a “krippled” beat (the physical disability) with a balanced flow (a balanced mind/spirit).

    KHN:  Will there be a video for ‘Krippled Boy’?

    Kounterclockwise (Deacon says) - I would like to but we are working on 2 other videos right now.  If the right idea presents itself, it’s a definite possibility.

    KHN - Will Krippled Boy be continued as a story song on your other CDs as Kripple Man?

    Kounterclockwise Maybe not exactly with that title but I will definitely continue the “krippled” storyline in my lyrics as my music is reflecting my life experiences.

    KHN -  I know you are going on tour in 2013 but what other projects you are working on and tell us more about the upcoming Pills CD.

    Kounterclockwise wow, well we are doing the soundtrack for a documentary about Jane Hash and filming 2 videos for our next album, “Pills - the mixtape,”  The video for “Whip” is being directed by Jim Lujan, who also directed our “Moonwalk” video from Daylight Savings Time.  We are huge fans of his animation style, so we are so excited to be working with him again.  It should be out by Halloween.   We are also in the middle of shooting a video for “Blow Yourself To Bits,” which is being directed by Tom Trainer.  That video is slatted to come out around Halloween or sometime in November.  We are also mastering “Pills - The Mixtape” and plan to release it sometime in Nov.  

    KHN I heard that you are working on Jane Hash documentary and you talked to me about making your own documentary.  Tell us more.

    Kounterclockwise  -  Yes, we are doing the soundtrack for the “Plain Jane - The Shockumentary” about our dear friend Jane Hash.  Her story is so amazing, we can’t even begin to tell you how dope she is.  You really have to see this documentary for yourself.  Tom Trainer is the director and Jane is also starring in our “Blow Yourself to Bits” video that he is directing.  We have been vibe-ing on so many levels, so expect tons more projects from the four of us.  as far as a documentary about us, not yet, but Kaya is working on a documentary about my life story.  she’s been filming me for years and won’t even let me see it yet.   kaya says - shhh, don’t let the cat out of the bag yet...

    KHN - Last words and how can people reach you?

    Kounterclockwise - color:black;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">Yes, we want to invite anyone in the Cleveland area to come see us live at the Patio Tavern in Middlefield, OH on Oct. 19th.   Thank you Leroy and Binki Woi and all the Krip Hop Nation artists for building with us.  We are so excited about touring with you and future collaborations.   Anyone looking to contact us can email us at kounterclockwise@gmail.com  Up-to-date info is at www.kounterclockwise.com and www.facebook.com/kounterclockwise  and www.twitter.com/kountrclockwise   You can download Daylight Savings Time at www.kounterclockwise.bandcamp.com and www.reverbnation.com/kounterclockwise and of course all our videos are on www.youtube.com/kounterclockwise 

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  • Painting The Dance Floor: Interview with DJ Short-e" McGuire

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

    1)   KHNKrip-hop Nation found you back in the day on MySpace and we were blown away with your DJ skills.  Tell us how did you get in DJing and it is harder being a woman with a disability?

      

    DJ Short-e" McGuire: Answered in Live interview

     

    2) KHN: What do you paint about and does it link to your DJing?

     

    DJ Short-e" McGuire: Answered in Live interview

    3)   KHN:  Will you continue DJing while you teach and what is next for you in your DJing?

     DJ Short-e" McGuire: Yes I will continue to DJ till it stops being fun and I don’t see that happening anytime soon. As far as whats next, I started my own production company “Short Stuff Productions” So I now throw Electronic Music Events here in Michigan. I would like to start producing as well sometime in the next year and sell my tracks.

     

    4)   KHN:  What is your thinking about Hip-Hop and women DJs?

      

             DJ Short-e" McGuire: Answered in Live interview but to add Women DJ’s go hard and I believe they are an amazing addition to the hip hop world.

     

    5:  KHN:  Knowing that you are also a painter, do you do graffiti?  And have you seen disabled graffiti artists?  What do you think about graffiti art?

     

    DJ Short-e" McGuire: I do small scale graffiti, mostly marker and brush work like Fafi. Because I draw and pain’t with my mouth I can only do like 2’ x 4’ pieces so I don’t do entire walls or train cars LOL

     

     

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  • Al Robles Living Library Book Review: Ay Nako: Writing Through the Struggle by Lorenz Mazon Dumuk

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Eldership, remembrance, memory, survival and struggle, all stitched together in humility and respect in Ay Nako: Writing through the Struggle, a wonderful collection of poems by Lorenz Mazon Dumuk. Reading this beautiful collection of poems reminds me why I am a poet and what the function and purpose of the poet is. In Lorenz’s work, I hear the laughter and pain of manongs, manangs, grandmas and grandpas while feeling the poet’s persistent fire, self-effacing humor and ever present mist of hope that rises from the pages.

    In “Always going”, the poet laments the impersonal and fleeting nature of human interaction:

    We’re all going

    But never knowing

    Each other

     

    With a maturity and irony that is reminiscent of poet Oscar Penaranda, Dumuk asserts:

    Don't say you know me

    My reality cannot be inhabited on this earth.

    Too many willing to kill a dreamer.

    I know, because I watch the death to some of my hopes,

    even poisoned some of my own wishes

    My thoughts are looked with opens eyes

    with pupils that contain no light.

    I am undefined

    and my soul still yearns to be written

     

    Eldership is given its proper place in Lorenz’s poems. In “Passing the Sipa” Uncle Roy is spoken of with reverence having never been afraid of breaking bread with the youth and feeding them the wisdom of his life. The poem evoked the memories I have of my Uncle, the poet Al Robles and of his friend—activist Bill Sorro. They broke bread with the young people of the I-Hotel and left behind a legacy of struggle and wisdom that was attained from years of struggle. The honoring of elders is weaved with hopes for a better future:

     

    You physically left a world

    That still needed to be repaired,

    But your spirit gracefully reminds my

    Soul that I, like my brothers and sisters,

    Can still make this life better

     

    If I do not give, offer or provide

    Myself for this world,

    Then who will be left

    To build the bahays

    Our dreams long to wake up to

     

    Lorenz honors the Manilatown poet Al Robles with the offering “Al Robles, A treasure not lost”. In the poem Lorenz remembers Robles and his iconic beard and glasses and words “perfumed with the scent of sampuguita memories:

     

    This world painted and created

    By the strokes of your poetry;

    Communities built with the beat of your heart

     

    The spirit of grandparents moves through this collection of poems, anchoring painful and funny moments alike into collective memory. The reader is called to evoke his or her own memory, bringing it alive through the poem. Lorenz’s memories grace the pages, each one a stitch in a concrete ocean which is continuously, “holding on, letting go, moving forward”. The pain of losing a grandparent to Alzheimer’s and his role as caregiver to his ailing grandmother--memories of love and moments come through with clarity and gentleness:

     

    Grandpa, Lorenzo

    My hero, not matter how much I forget,

    I can always recall your love, which forever

    Reconnects me with you. Even time

    Itself, cannot wither that away from me

     

    And in “My Roommate Rosita”, the poet writes of his grandmother’s dreams, shared while sitting in bed, the spirits prompting her to shout to them in Illocano:

     

    When her dementia kicks in,

    I hold her palm and rub the back

    Of her head with my thumb.

    My grandma smiles peacefully;

    I tell her to back to sleep.

    She tells me okay. I’m trusted, I’m love,

    Which makes these moments well shared

     

    The poems in this book are a beautiful act of resistance against the cult of independence and angst that is seeded in order to separate us from our families. These poems are refreshing, ringing free of academia which, for me, wrings the truth and passion from poems with an undercurrent of motives—much of which are self-serving--leaving them stiff and cold, not able to move from page to heart with the grace of humility and sincerity. The poems in this book are not encumbered by such things. The poems are powerful in their gentleness yet burn and rage with the fire of the Filipino soul that will stay with you, calling you to remember, to engage and share and stay afloat in a world intent in bringing you down, which the poet so skillfully illustrates in “Staying Buoyant”.

     

    Then, like me,

    There are those simply trying to stay afloat:

    Caught in storms of unexpected rage,

    Stranded, adrift, no sense of direction,

    Escaping whirls of vortexes

    Ready to claim us in

     

    And always, the hope that anchors this collection:

     

    After a deep sigh, we set

    Our sails in search of better seas,

    Hoping to make sense

    Of this thing called life.

     

    These poems are a beautiful collection that dance and cry out the songs of the manongs that still live in the wind of Watsonville, Salinas…all over. It speaks of the haunting history of the Philippines whose memory is cloaked in the hearts and minds of a people that live in two worlds—one here and one back home. The poems in “Ay Nako: Writing through the struggle” illustrate what the poet Al Robles meant when he said, “The best part of our poetry is our struggle and the best part of our struggle is our poetry”.

     

    To get a copy of his chap-book email Lorenz @ Lorenz.Dumuk@gmail.com

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  • Houseless Homeowners

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    Houseless Homeowners

    Another anti-poor people legislation is passed in San Francisco

    By tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia and Maggie Williams

     

    “We are homeowners and we are part of our local neighborhood watch”…  One after the other, residents of the Sunset district of San Francisco stood up in front of the Land Use Committee of the SF Board of Supervisors to voice support for a racist, classist, anti-poor people measure proposed by Carmen Chiu which would make it  doubly illegal (its already illegal) to park “large” vehicles (translation: RV’s and campers where houseless people sleep) on the streets in the Sunset.

     

    “We used to be homeowners…” One after the other disabled elder war veterans ages 82-94 yrs old, stood in front of  the War Memorial at a rally for veterans who are losing their homes or have already lost their homes to foreclosure by banks like Chase and Wells Fargo. According to AARP’s recent report “Nightmare on Main Street,” in the last 5 years more than 1.5 million seniors have lost their homes as a result of the mortgage crisis. 

     

    On Monday, September 17th PNN Co-editor and poverty skolar re-ported n supported on both of these events that happened within one block of each other.  Billed and organized as completely different events, a common occurrence in our conveniently splintered capitalist reality, they are actually different parts of the same systemic violence to poor folks so common in our  society, only interested in humans as long as they are producing an income or own some capital

     

    “ I have nowhere else to go,” After a several year long struggle, African descendent elder and home owner of 40 years, Kathy Galvez called me last week to explain that she was now in a motel about, one nights rent away from sleeping on the street.

     

    “I Lived in my house in the Bayview for 32 years and then they sold the building and I was evicted. I am disabled and live on Social security, I have no money to pay for rent in the Bay Area, that’s why I live in my car,” Maggie Williams, African descendent, 72, living in her neatly kept RV parks on Lincoln st in the Sunset when she isnt being harassed by racist and classist neighborhood watch and self-proclaimed homeowners in the Sunset. Now she will be charged with an infraction and if cited enough times could do jail time. For being houseless in Amerikkka.

     

    When me and mama were houseless for over 10 years of my childhood cause my mama was a poor single mama of color who was disabled and could no longer afford rent  we only had our car to sleep in many nights, and it was after receiving over 200 citations for sleeping in our vehicle, that I was eventually incarcerated in jail for over three months.

     

    The incarceration did not “help” us or make us less houseless, but what it did do is traumatize me and my mama even more to the point that I tried to commit suicide and my mama was hospitalized.

     

    How it it that when large corporate event promoters like Outside Lands and Bay To Breakers,  fill the Sunset and Richmond neighborhoods with  so many cars that there is no more room for the residents to park their cars, that they don’t pass legislation against those. Perhaps its because those corporations pay large sums to the city for permits and fees and off-duty police officers and lawyers and politrickster favors and so no-one can really say anything even if the neighbors don’t like it.

     

    Unsightly, trash, blight, mess, dirty, crazy, dangerous, unsafe, the coded language flew around the supervisor chambers.  Poor people crimes like Sit-lie, Gnng Injunction, and Stop and Frisk are always raced and classed. If you are too poor to own or rent the stolen indigenous land you are driving or sleeping on it seems to give the world carte blanche access to judge the “look” of you, your belongings, what you do with your money and your actions. Throw covert racism into the mix and suddenly the words “dangerous” and “unsafe” are thrown into the mix and the crime is sealed.

     

    After heartfelt testimony from POOR Magazine poverty skolaz and tireless advocates at the Coalition on Homeless and Western Regional Advocacy Project, the measure was passed unanimously by board supervisors Malia Cohen, Scott Wiener and what made the saddest of all, Eric Mar, a legislator who  seemed to bury his conscious heart in the sand for this vote.

     

    “I just wonder where these people think people like us are supposed to go, jail, I guess.” Miss Williams concluded after the vote.

     

    If people want to speak back to this disgusting legislation the board will be voting on it on September 25th. If you can't make that time call the board members David Chiu @ (415) 554-7450 - Malia Cohen @ (415) 554-7670 and Eric Mar @ (415) 554-7410 . For more updates call the Coalition on Homelessness @ 415-346-3740

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  • Black and Brown Laughter

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    If you’re a native San Franciscan you know the sound. It’s as sweet as the smell of BBQ ribs and cornbread and sweet potato pie when the city had soul food restaurants all over with black folks cooking in black kitchens on black grills with black pots and pans bubbling music in the background, in the foreground—all over. Imagine that, black folks cooking soul food in a soul food restaurant—not like what you see when you walk in the city today. The black and brown laughter I grew up with was nourishment, it told me where my mother and father had been, where my ancestors had been, it told me who I was. Black and brown laughter, like the smell of adobo, tortillas and rice, chow mein—nourishing us and keeping us fighting for things that mattered—our elders and children and community; black and brown laughter, the sound of struggle, the sound of strength—the sound of legacy; the laughter of our skin, with the scars and sweat filling the air with the fragrance of our lives. San Francisco, where is the black and brown laughter? All I hear is empty chatter, tinny voiced cell phone code, no laughter, no music, no nothing.

    But sometimes you hear it. It comes like a friend who knows you, who’s glad to see you. And the beautiful sound came to me a couple days ago. I was on Muni heading home. I was anticipating a surly driver followed by a bus full of empty faces. The driver was a Filipino guy who grew up in the city—a Filipino who’d grown up in the barrio, the ghetto, the neighborhood. How’d I know? It was his voice and the way he tilted his head to the side. He said 4 words: How you doin’ brother? It was the voice of ungentrified Frisco, the voice of my father, my uncles—the voice of my life. I felt relaxed and alive, like I’d walked into my grandma’s old living room. He drove several blocks before coming to a stop. He rose from his seat to make way for the relief driver. The relief guy got on and the switch took place. It was an African-American brother, from the city too—I could tell by his voice, his laughter. The two drivers talked to each other, laughter of black and brown intertwined and beautiful. It was voices saying, “You ain’t right man” and “All right now” and “Man…you late again…what you doin’, starin’ at all the girls?” And the men looked at me and I said, “No, the brother was on top of it…he wasn’t lollygaggin’…fo’ real”.

    And they laughed, their laughter drawing me in. I felt at home in a city that’s feeling less like home.

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  • I Wanna Be a Macho Clam: FREE BRUCE ALLISON!!!

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Lola Bean
    Original Body

    Macho Macho Clam….I want to be a macho clam…
    Hearing the water splash in my bathtub as Bruce sang this song at the top of his lungs at 6 in the morning is and forever will be one of the happiest moments of my life. Bruce was safe. He was warm. He was happy. And his absolute genius woke me up with a song….

    That’s why they want him. That’s why they want to take him away. He knows too much. He means too much. But there’s no one there to protect him. He’s an elder. No one will try to stop us. NO ONE WILL TRY TO STOP US.

    I don’t know where I’d be without Bruce Allison. I’d don’t know where any of you would be without Bruce Allison either cuz without him cuz if he wasn’t he the vibration of the earth would be changed so dramatically….the glow would diim so darkly…that I doubt trees would even make oxygen enough for humans to breathe. The world would spin around the moon And water would float uphill. On Spaghetti, the lemonade lakes would watch their rivers flow upstream and the gumball trees would surely turn to peppermint. The Troll that Lives in Golden Gate Park would not sit on the hilltops and gnomes would never have tried to build a Dyson Sphere. Maybe that last one is ok, but that’s another story.

    But THEY don’t care about that. The people that want to pretend they’re organizers…pretend their fighting for the homeless….pretend that they are REAL warriors in the struggle….THEY didn’t care about him when they asked him to join their little group. WE’LL GIVE YOU HOMES, NOT JAILS….that’s what they used to do. Not anymore. WE’LL OCCUPY SAN FRANCISCO….but first we must occupy our heads with our own assholes. WE’LL EVEN PLAY ORCHESTRA MUSIC…while the po’lice carry your broke and\or colored ass to jail while we run back to mommy and daddy’s house in the hills. Yes…I’m talking to you!!

    I don’t know where San Francisco, the Bay Area, or the country in general would be without Bruce Allison. There are few elders, mentors or youth that have or ever will dedicate themselves so fully and so completely to the revolution, the struggle, social justice, system reform…whatever the hell you wanna call it…than Bruce Allison. Its hard to find one person that has spent more hours in city hall, in shelters, in meetings, in nonprofits, in the streets, than Bruce Allison. He spent 7 years sleeping in a plastic chair in a shelter. He spent years in Vietnam serving his country while they disserved him in the deepest ways. He spent decades as an activist and for the past 6 years he has been my best friend, my Rock. He calls me every day. Multiple times a day. He sings me songs. He tells me jokes when I cry. He has medical conditions that need constant attention. He has physical needs that can’t be attended to on a whim…He cries with me sometimes….

    I know I am sobbing as I type these letters and thinking of all the letters I haven’t typed yet for him. I wonder if any of the hAcktivists that got Bruce AKA Uncle Gumball are shedding tears over him. I wonder if they are crying for my revolutionary and epileptic Brother Jeremy Miller. Jeremy, I hope you read this and know I love you. I wonder if they are crying for the other 8 locked up right now.

    Macho Macho Clam….I Want To Be a Macho Clam
    And for what??? Locked up for what??? Was it to REEEALLY save someone?? Was it REEEALLY necessary???? Was it media attention??? WAS IT YOUR OWN MUTHAFUKKKIN EGOS????

    Are you even payin attention?

    Folks in the Community like POOR Magazine know that times change. And it don’t change everywhere at the same time in the same way. But these hAcktivists don’t know this shit cuz they haven’t even cut their little soft baby gums with their tiny little apple sauce gnawin teeth yet. They think just because they put on a black hoodie and use the same words as folks in the struggle that means they know something. Yep, you know something alright. YOU KNOW HOW TO PIMP!!!

    And I warned him. Bruce they’re just trying to pimp you. I know you’re not AFRAID to get arrested if its important. But you gotta be strategic. This shit aint strategic. It’s a mess. It’s just telling you what you want to hear. I warned him. As his best friend and one of the people privileged enough to get to talk to him every day…I warned him al the time about hangin with those BOUGIE hAcktivists. And I failed him.

    I failed Bruce.

    The REAL folks know protest laws in New York aint the same as Seattle which aint the Same s San Francisco. The only thing they do have in common is THEY ARE CHANGING FOR THE WORST AND IF THEY HAVEN’T YET, THEY SURE ASS HELL WILL SOON!!! So if you’re planning to get arrested…..for no good fucking reason other than for some media attention and to make your own self feel like a “REAL” soulja, you might wanna check up on your policy. And if you GOTTA PLAN to get arrested, then you aint in the real struggle…so you probably won’t having any problem reading that shit. So take a fucking look before sending poor folks and folks of struggle into the battle as your human shields.
    Last week a law passed in San Francisco that made it policy to THROW OUR ACTIVIST ASSES IN JAIL UNDER RICO AND HOLD US THERE ON FELONY CHARGES. And according to federal funding and planning…its just going to get worse.

    I mean OCCUPY THE JAILS if that’s your fucking plan, but I’m pretty sure enough of us poor folk and folks of color is doing that already. You might wanna shed youre little Stranger\SF Weekly\NPR\ Huffington Post light on that shit first before sending any more of us in.

    Actually, you might wanna put yourselves on notice: YOU HAVE PIMPED US FOR THE LAST TIME. There is eldership in this community. You have rejected it and stepped all over it. You have stolen the words and the movements of people in REAL struggle for your own purposes. You can’t even fill out the hipster pants your fronting in. You don’t know what your doing. You don’t know what you’re getting into. You are falling right into THEIR traps. YOU ARE A THREAT TO OUR COMMUNITIES AND YOU WILL NO LONGER BE TOLERATED. STOP using OUR people for YOUR wack ass movements. You WILL be called out as the PIMPS you ARE and TREATED AS SUCH. I made the mistake of not directly confronting you before. For that I apoogize to Bruce, Jeremy, and my entire community. It won't happen again.

    MENTORS AND ELDERS: WE HAVE FAILED. We let these wack ass muthufuckers take over our movements for far too long now. IT’S TIME TO TAKE THEM BACK. No more of our people can go down for pimps and hipsters.

    On my birthday, Bruce faced his fear of flying to come visit me in Seattle. We went bowling. He sang me Age of Asparagus and Macho Macho Clam. He listened to me cry. He cried with me. I’m crying for him now. I wish I knew how he was.

    Action: Please Call the district atty and demand they be released and that this was not a conspiracy- Ph # 415-553-1751-

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  • Remembering & Honoring Russell Means- Native Warrior & Actor

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

     

    Russell Means, who gained international notoriety as one of the leaders of the 71-day armed occupation of Wounded Knee in South Dakota in 1973 and continued to be an outspoken champion of American Indian rights after launching a career as an actor in films and television in the 1990s, has died. He was 72.

    Means died Monday at his home in Porcupine, S.D., his family announced on his website, russellmeansfreedom.com.

    The nation's most visible American Indian activist, Means was a passionate militant leader who helped thrust the historic and ongoing plight of Native Americans into the national spotlight.

    In joining the fledgling American Indian Movement in 1969, Means later wrote, he had found a new purpose in life and vowed to "get in the white man's face until he gave me and my people our just due."

    Diagnosed with throat cancer in July 2011 and told that it had spread too far for surgery, Means refused to undergo heavy doses of radiation and chemotherapy. Instead, he reportedly battled the disease with traditional native remedies and received treatments at an alternative cancer center in Scottsdale, Ariz.

    "I'm not going to argue with the Great Mystery," he told the Rapid City Journal in August 2011. "Lakota belief is that death is a change of worlds. And I believe like my dad believed. When it's my time to go, it's my time to go."

    An Oglala Sioux born on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, Means in his activist prime was called strident, defiant, volatile, arrogant and aggressive. He was frequently arrested and claimed to have been the target of numerous assassination attempts.

    A onetime con artist, dance-school instructor and computer programmer, Means was executive director of the government-funded Cleveland American Indian Center when he met Dennis Banks and other AIM founders in 1969.

    In joining the American Indian Movement at age 30, Means later wrote in his autobiography, he had found "a way to be a real Indian."

    In Cleveland, he founded the first AIM chapter outside Minneapolis, and he became the organization's first national coordinator in 1971.

    In 1970, he was among a group of American Indian activists who occupied Mount Rushmore, where he infamously urinated on the top of the stone head of George Washington — an act he later said symbolized "how most Indians feel about the faces chiseled out of our holy land."

    That November, he joined fellow AIM members and other Native Americans in taking over a replica of the Mayflower in Plymouth, Mass. And in 1972 he participated in the seven-day occupation and trashing of the Bureau of Indian Affairs headquarters in Washington, D.C.

    But the controversial and flamboyant activist with the trademark long braids gained his greatest notoriety at the trading post hamlet of Wounded Knee on the Pine Ridge Reservation.

    The occupation of Wounded Knee by more than 200 AIM-led activists began in late February 1973 in the wake of a failed attempt to impeach tribal president Richard Wilson, whose Oglala critics accused him of corruption and abuse of power and said his private militia suppressed political opponents.

    After the takeover of Wounded Knee, the historic site of the 7th Calvary's large-scale massacre of Sioux men, women and children in 1890, the area was cordoned off by about 300 U.S. marshals and FBI agents, who were armed with automatic weapons and aided by nine armored personnel carriers.

    Among the occupiers' demands were that congressional hearings be held to protect historical benefits held in trust by the U.S. government.

    Before the occupation ended peacefully in May, two occupiers were dead and a U.S. marshal, who was paralyzed from the waist down, was among the wounded.

    A federal grand jury reportedly indicted 89 people, including several AIM leaders, for federal crimes in connection with the seizure and occupation of Wounded Knee.

    That included Means and Banks, who emerged, as a 1986 story in The Times put it, as "the two most famous Indians since Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse wiped out Custer nearly a century earlier."

    Their widely publicized trial in 1974 on a variety of felony charges ended after eight months when a federal judge threw out the case on grounds of prosecutorial misconduct.

    On the 20th anniversary of the occupation in 1993, former South Dakota Gov. Bill Janklow told the Associated Press that the fighting intensified racism, bitterness and fear in the state.

    Means saw it differently, saying it was the Indians' "finest hour."

    "Wounded Knee restored our dignity and pride as a people," he told the Minneapolis Star Tribune in 2002. "It sparked a cultural renaissance, a spiritual revolution that grounded us."

    Tim Giago, the retired editor and publisher of the Native Sun News in Rapid City, S.D., takes a critical view of Means' militant methods as an activist.

    "I think he could have accomplished 10 times what he did eventually accomplish, which was to bring focus on Native American issues, if he had followed the path of Martin Luther King Jr. and Mahatma Gandhi instead of turning to violence and guns," Giago, who was born and raised on the Pine Ridge Reservation, told The Times last year.

    "If he had followed a peaceful demonstration like those two great leaders did, I think he would have had much more support from the American people that I think he lost when he turned to violence," Giago said. "As a matter of fact, he lost the support of a lot of Native Americans when he resorted to violence."

    Historian Herbert T. Hoover, a professor emeritus at the University of South Dakota whose specialties include the history of American Indian-white relations in Sioux Country, described Means as "a force for good during the civil rights movement on behalf of American Indians."

    "I don't think Russell should be remembered as a radical," Hoover told The Times in 2011. "Russell was somebody who simply wanted Indians to get their due in the civil rights period."

    Means' 1974 trial wasn't the end of his legal troubles.

    In 1976, he was acquitted of a charge of murder in the 1975 shooting death of a 28-year-old man at a bar in Scenic, S.D. He had been accused of aiding and abetting in the shooting for which another man was convicted of murder.

    And in 1978, Means began a one-year prison term after being convicted of an obstruction of justice charge related to a 1974 riot between American Indian Movement supporters and police at the courthouse in Sioux Falls, S.D.

    Through it all, he continued his high-profile activism.

    In Geneva in 1977, he was a delegate to the "Conference on Discrimination Against Indigenous Populations of the Americas." As one of the main speakers, he urged the conference to recommend Indian participation in the United Nations and attacked the U.S. government.

    "We live in the belly of the monster," he said, "and the monster is the United States of America."

    In the mid-1980s, Means spent several weeks in the jungles of Nicaragua with the Miskito Indians in an attempt save them from what he said was "an extermination order" issued by Daniel Ortega's Sandinista government.

    Means also tried his hand at national politics in the '80s.

    In an attempt to bring the "world view of the Indian" to the American people, he agreed in 1983 to be Hustler magazine publisher Larry Flynt's running mate in Flynt's unsuccessful campaign for the presidency of the United States.

    And in 1987, Means sought the presidential nomination of the Libertarian Party but lost to former Texas Congressman Ron Paul.

    Means' acting career began after he was approached by a casting director to play Chingachgook in the 1992 movie "The Last of the Mohicans."

    A string of more than 30 other roles in films and television followed, including playing a shaman in "Natural Born Killers" and providing the voice of the title character's father in "Pocahontas."

    Means' transition from activist to actor was deemed a natural one.

    "Russell has always been very mediagenic," Hanay Geiogamah, who joined AIM in 1971 and co-produced a series of Native American TV movies on TNT, told The Times in 1995. "He was eloquent, capable of synthesizing complex political ideas for the press and, with his long black braids and statuesque physique, the image the media wanted to see.

    "Russell was smart enough to realize that when you've got it, you've got it. He used the system … and used it well."

    Oliver Stone, who directed Means in "Natural Born Killers," described him as "a renegade with one foot in both corrals, someone who has walked a crooked and strange life."

    "He's a very authoritative presence with his own brand of magic," Stone told The Times in 1995. "Whether he's acting or not is hard to say."

    Of his career as an actor, Means told The Times in 1995: "I haven't abandoned the movement for Hollywood. … I've just added Hollywood to the movement."

    As he told the Washington Post a year later, "My life has been a life of passion, and I'm still a voice for traditional Indian people, for freedom-seeking Indian people."

    Means was born Nov. 10, 1939, on the Pine Ridge Reservation. After his father landed a job in a Navy shipyard during World War II, the family moved to Vallejo, Calif., in 1942. Summers, Means would return to South Dakota to visit relatives on the reservations.

    Means, who chronicled his life in the 1995 book "Where White Men Fear to Tread" (written with Marvin J. Wolf), continued his activism in old age.

    In 2007, he was among some 80 protesters who were arrested after blocking Denver's Columbus Day parade honoring Christopher Columbus, an event they condemned for being a "celebration of genocide."

    Asked if he was still active in the American Indian Movement in an interview in the Progressive in 2001, Means said, "As far as I'm concerned, as long as I'm alive, I'm AIM.

    "We were a revolutionary, militant organization whose purpose was spirituality first, and that's how I want to be remembered. I don't want to be remembered as an activist; I want to be remembered as an American Indian patriot."

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  • “DETOURED My Journey from Darkness to Light “ A memoir by Jesse De La Cruz- a ReViEws4theReVoLuTion Book review

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    “DETOURED My Journey from Darkness to Light “

    A memoir by Jesse De La Cruz - a ReView4theRevolution Book Review

     

    “Los Hombres No Lloran” “Man Don’t Cry”

     

    These words echoed in my mind as I read Jesse De La Cruz’s memoir “DETOURED My Journey from Darkness to Light”. Jesse shares in his memoir how these words are still are used in our communities by men to cope with pain, anger and sadness.

     

     

    Jesse was raised and made in the barrios of califaz.  At twelve he began a journey that led him to become a convict, heroin drug addict and gang member who served approximately thirty years at California prisons like Folsom and San Quentin.

     

    Jesse shares in his memoir his experiences in a real and intimate way of what the Vida Loca gave him, but also has taken away from him---friends, family and community. Jesse speaks about the demons one faces in the Vida Loca in real raw uncut truth. He speaks of our broken communities, the false notion of what is to be a man in our machista culture.

     

    Jesse was born with two strikes against him--brown boy in the America and the child of migrant parents who moved with the seasons to work on the fields of Califaz to raise their family; living in broken communities and having to work in the fields as kid and go to school at the same time.  He speaks of his experiences with racist teachers and a broken, disconnected educational system. He speaks about the beauty of family but also about growing up without knowing who his biological father was until later in life.

     

    At the age of three Jesse was diagnosed with polio. Jesse writes about the difficulties growing up with this disease, spending much of his childhood in hospitals and therapy, and kids making fun of him. Jesse was tested many times to prove himself to others that he was no different than anyone and demanded respect even if it was obtained with violence. Jesse grew up defending himself with violence in a world and system that attacks black and brown youth constantly and fighting the lack of understanding in this society of disabled folks.

     

    Jesse at a very young age show his courage and fierceness by never given up on his well being, in a passage in the memoir Jesse shares

     

    “Los hombres no lloran.You have to be a man, son”

    I wanted to please mama badly, so I held back my tears and stuffed my agony inside, but the truth was the pain was so unbearable I thought I was going to die. I frequently asked my mother when I would be going home, but she always gave me the same response.

    “You’re too sick right now, son”

     

    Been raised by single mother myself, I understand Jesse’s mother in preparing young Jesse to a world that kills, incarcerating black and brown people everyday.

     

    In a chapter Jesse shares how he struggled with alcohol and drugs addictions, describing in detail how he self-medicated to fill the emptiness that many of us carry in our gut and the difficult and long path to sobriety.

     

    As I was reading this memoir, at times, I was forced to stop reading, to fight back my own tears, thinking about my own childhood growing up in a broken family and in communities flooded with liquors stores, violence and medicating one self to numb the pain or the emptiness in our gut as Jesse describes it.

     

    This book is not only a memoir, but a self-help tool for our brothers and sisters who are trying to sober up and trying to avoid the path the Jesse once walked. This memoir helped me fight my own demons and gave me the strength to keep struggling knowing that this homie Jesse De La Cruz, who had been through worst shit than I had, made it out alive.

     

    Jesse also breaks down how the justice system intentionally does not provide the help for ex-offenders transitioning from prison to the outside.  Jesse took his knowledge and wisdom and founded The Jonah Foundation, which provides sober living housing for ex-offenders to resist the unjust system we live in and to give ex-offenders an opportunity to turn their lives around.

     

    After his final release from prison Jesse De La Cruz enrolled in college, graduating with a baccalaureate degree in sociology in 2001 and a Masters in social work degree from California State University, Stanislaus in 2003.  He is currently working in his Ed.D.

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  • A TOOLKIT FOR BUILDING POWER

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    “Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours.” 

    Cesar Chavez

    WRAP has created a Without Housing Organizers’ Toolkit and we offer it here to any community based organizing effort, be it Rural or Urban. We offer it in order to preserve and build on what we already know to be fact and we will add to it as we move forward in the work we are doing.

    In 2006, WRAP published a Without Housing report that clearly showed the world why  America’s  “approach” to ending homelessness has been overwhelmingly ineffective.   In 2010, we updated the report, now available in both English and Spanish. To date, tens of thousands of copies have been downloaded.

    Clearly, this message resonated with groups across the country and in 2010, we updated and expanded the analysis. At its core, homelessness is a visible manifestation of racism, classism, criminalization of poverty and commodification of the basic necessities which people need to survive.  We identify the extreme policy shifts both legislatively and through funding that addresses education, healthcare, housing, immigrant rights and income support.  They all connect with each other.

    We will continue to do the research, conduct outreach to the community, analyze data, document our facts.  Now we need to work with and teach each other in order to truly change the horrible direction that our country is rapidly heading down.

    We know the history, we documented it, we fact checked it, we lived it . Now, we will be teaching it.

    The Toolkit puts into one place in a way accessible to everyone, the indisputable facts  that have gotten us to where we are today. With a core focus on our communities’ housing and civil rights issues, it includes factsheets on housing and criminalization, funding trends on affordable housing (both rural and urban), a historical timeline of mass homelessness in the US going back to 1929, and a fact-based analysis on how these housing and criminalization issues impact all segments of our society.

    The Toolkit has A LOT of information broken out into different sections. This way people can go to the section that is going to be most helpful to them without having to go through the whole booklet whenever they need something. All the information will get “live time” updated on the website as policies or funding changes: Thus ensuring the Toolkit stays relevant on an ongoing basis.

    It includes a PowerPoint presentation unlike any one you’re likely to run across. It uses hard-hitting factual bullets to pierce the wall of racism and classism that so dominates public policy on poverty issues in America.  Once again, it shows the power of having committed artists to translate our information into images that impact people at their heart as well as their brain to drive our message home.

    Use the PowerPoint presentation in public forums at every opportunity – WRAP staff will assist you to add local slides that will connect the federal to your local community.  Use the artwork (all of WRAP’s artwork projects a message) which resonates throughout the Toolkit.

    The Toolkit is focused broadly enough on the federal government so that any group in the country can use it to do inclusive social-justice community organizing.  It is designed as a tool with which we can educate ourselves as we continue the  struggle for our right to exist in dignity.

    Our members created this Toolkit because we know it is time to connect our individual community-based organizing efforts, whether they be rural or urban. They are real and by connecting them to each other, we build power. Once we all know the facts, once we have the ammunition of truth, whether it be through a HUD spreadsheet or a street outreach, we have an inherent responsibility to each-one teach-one and spread that truth  far and wide.

    On our website, we offer you the work we have done over seven years and we hope you will use it as a training and organizing tool. It validates that all of us can be our own teachers, experts, and educators.

    This entry was posted in ActionsAdvocacyAffordable HousingCivil & Human RightsEventsFederal GovernmentLegal Defense,OrganizingPovertyPress ReleasesRural HomelessnessSocial Justice ArtworkUrban HomelessnessWithout HousingWithout Rights,WRAP in the News and tagged .
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  • Goodbye Millie Poor Bear

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    A chill wind whipped thru Pine Ridge, slowing to caress the abandoned automobiles and boarded up shacks that litter the reservation before regaining its strength to scatter the abandoned hopes and dreams of the people who live there, scatter them like so many tumbleweeds. Tendrils of that wind seep into one of many disintegrating housing units, and we follow that wind inside.

    Millie Poor Bear stands on a chair, tattooed hands making an adjustment to her final ensemble. It was a snug fit, but that was for the best. She gazed across the room into a cracked mirror that reflected back several Millie Poor Bears, ranging from a smiling round-faced toddler to the ravaged features of a once beautiful young woman. All had their stories to tell.

    The tall man strides past the small child, whose upraised arms and pleading eyes signal her desperate need for affection. The child trails behind her father as he opens drawers and cupboards in an increasing frenzy, his anxiety curtailed by the discovery of a bottle of 30% alcohol mouthwash under the bathroom sink.

    Dropping the now empty bottle into a bathtub, Lester Poor Bear notices his daughter gazing at him wide eyed. Bending down to scoop the child into his arms, he teeters bowlegged into the kitchen and returns to the cupboards, finding a can of government peanut butter with a little remaining at the bottom. Spreading it on a cracker and filling a bottle with water, he sets Millie onto his knee and gives her breakfast. The memory of these few moments will be treasured by the girl.

    Alone again in the house, the youngster sits and looks out the window, awaiting her father’s return. Much time will be spent in this manner in the coming years, a child’s lonely vigil.

    The tall girl strides past her shorter half siblings, the more favored offspring of Grace Broken Wing, who has bequeathed raising Millie and the rest of her children to their diabetic grandmother. Grace has departed for parts unknown. Some say she met an American serviceman, others say she dances for money and favors in Grand Island. Truth be known Grace’s ancestors have sung her death songs, for she sleeps in the Badlands, nestled in a bedspread at the foot of an embankment, victim of an unfortunate accident in a Cottonwood motel room.

    There are no pizza parlors or malls or video arcades for young people to go for entertainment; there is little money for those things in any case. Children combat boredom and hopelessness by drinking alcohol and sniffing paint thinner or gasoline; casual sex and random violence follow. Soon enough the tall girl will join these children in their pastimes. Soon enough she will bring her own child into the desolate remains of Turtle Island.

    If anyone cared to ask the tall young woman’s occupation, they might have been told she was a dancer. Sometimes she danced in the clubs, lost in a haze of music and drugs and alcohol. Other times she worked the fields, occasionally she got factory work. But dancer sounded better.

    Once at closing time a man who’d tipped heavily all evening offered the tall young woman a ride home. She accepted, not understanding the man expected a return on his investment. A knife held to her throat convinced her to oblige his needs. While the rapist swore and grunted, her mind sought solace in the only happy time she could remember, memories of her father scooping her into his arms and carrying her.

    After satisfying  himself, the man withdrew his knife and shoved her out of the car. She would not be joining her mother tonight. No death songs would be sung, only the chirping of crickets and the hum of power lines above would serenade the tall young woman as she slowly and painfully made her way home. Only the field mice and owls shared in her shame.

    Later she dreamed of being home, a houseful of relatives sitting in folding chairs eating from bowls filled with corn stew. Lester Poor Bear proudly carried a baby, Grace fussed over it and smiled back at her daughter. Millie chattered with relatives, many of them long dead. Later there was cake, and strong black coffee for the adults. When she missed her period the following week, the tall young woman knew what she had to do.

    At first glance little appears to have changed. The same signs informing those arriving they are now entering the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, the same dilapidated shacks, the same abandoned vehicles dotting the properties. Her home is quiet, asking around she determines complications from diabetes have cost grandmother her legs, the old woman is seldom home. Her sisters and brothers have scattered, going to live with various family members. Indian Health Services is far away and their hours have been cut back. She gives birth alone to a baby boy.

    The tall young woman does her best to raise the infant son she has christened Lester Junior. She no longer drinks, doing her best to meet his needs with tribal and government assistance. She tickles him to make him laugh, sings songs to him. His smiles are immediately returned by smiles of her own. When he begins to bleed profusely from his nose she hitchhikes to Indian Health Services. She is sent home with aspirin and instructions to return in a few days if the condition persists. During the night the infant begins to bleed from the mouth. The frantic mother and hemorrhaging child are taken by tribal police to Indian Health Services, where a duty nurse pronounces the baby dead.

    Family members pool their sparse resources for a coffin and a church burial, then they do their best to provide a wake following the services. A table is laden with a pot of corn stew, apples, soda and coffee. Most attending are well acquainted with loss and pain, they share with Millie what they themselves have heard. The young woman spends the next few days gazing out the window, waiting for something that will never arrive. Then she makes her decision.

    Millie Poor Bear stands on a chair, ensemble complete, eyes still riveted on faces reflected back from the cracked mirror. As she begins to gasp for breath, one face comes to the forefront. Her father smiles and reaches out to her. Seeing he has finally returned, she steps forward to greet him, the chair tipping over onto the floor.

    In this world, a shoe drops onto the floor as a young woman’s body slowly twists, her ancestors singing her death songs.

    In another world, Lester Poor Bear scoops up his daughter. Millie Poor Bear is going home.

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  • Proposition C For Housing: A Povery Skolar's Report. PNN Election Issue

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Bad News Bruce
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    October 22, 2012

    It all started last year when Governor Brown dismantled the Redevlopment Agencies. Each county, including San Francisco, had its own Redevelopment Agency to create housing for poor and low-income people and other folks. Due to the Redevelopment Agencies’ checkered past (under a man called Justin Herman in San Francisco who displaced a lot of people in the Fillmore and Manilatown), Brown decided to cut an agency that he thought nobody would notice. He chose to cut the county Redevelopment Agencies across the state to help the budget.


    What’s unknown to a majority of people: a lot of low-income housing is built from Redevelopment Agencies’ money. In the city of San Francisco there is $15 million set aside for low–income housing left over from the Redevelopment Agency. People think $1 million is not a lot of money, but to low-income people like myself it is. When the governor cut the Redevelopment Agencies, there was no way of spending the $15 million because there was nobody to distribute it.


    To replace San Francisco’s Redevelopment Agency, Mayor Ed Lee came up with the idea of the Housing Trust Fund. On Election Day we will vote on it as Prop C. It will build low-income housing by a two-pronged approach. One is the $15 million set aside for housing from the closed Redevelopment Agency, and the other is a 5-year scaled funding from the same people that send their money to, or invest in, redevelopment. This money comes from people who have business in redevelopment districts like Rincon-Hill, the Trans-Bay district, mid-Market, and Hunters Point aka Lenar.


    This poverty skolar is going to vote yes on Prop C. I believe this proposition will help low-income families stay in the city and county of San Francisco and get at least 20 families out of shelters, permanently. It will help the elders and people with disabilities afford housing.


    At this time, this is the only way that we can get money to keep elders like me and low-income families (at 30% of San Francisco’s median income, people who make less than $12000 a year) a chance to stay here and use housing instead of shelters. Shelters separate families and make people go into inadequate emergency room care, but with a house you can get Medical. It costs $500 to keep a person housed in an apartment per month, compared to $1000 to keep a person in a shelter. You do the math.
     

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  • Filipino World War II Veterans Speak at the I-Hotel on POW/MIA Recognition Day

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    PNNscholar1
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    He spoke softly
    Hat adorning head
    Hair flecked gray the
    Din of memory


    He sat with two
    Other veteranos whose
    Voices creaked open
    The whisper of hollow bone

    The blinking point
    Of bayonet seen in
    Glints of grass
    Thru eyes that cannot sleep

    From ground to mouth
    The veterano said as he spoke
    Of crickets plucked from
    Ground to conquer
    Hunger’s deafening drone

    He spoke of rice rations
    The size of golf balls,
    Sitting hard in the stomach
    And drinking from a cup
    Filled by rivers of the dead

    The veterano spoke
    Of a woman who entrusted
    Him to give a box of food
    To her son

    Do you know my
    Son? She asked

    He took the food
    From the box and gave it
    To his father and their
    Starving companions

    Many dreams later
    He tells the psychiatrist
    That he didn’t do good
    At that moment

    That the fullness
    Of guilt has sat in
    A pit of moon
    Passing before his eyes

    Veterano with a girl’s
    Cries in the sunrise burn
    Of stomach
    Never to forget

    Veterano with carabao eyes
    Dripping secrets into
    The earth

    Secrets of bones
    Secrets of soil
    Secrets of blood
    Secrets of flowers
    Secrets of nanays
    Secrets of tatays
    Secrets of lolas
    Secrets of lolos
    Secrets of secrets hidden deep

    Speak veterano
    Across water
    Across sun
    Across stars
    Across silence

    Thank you
    For eyes that
    Speak rivers
    For eyes that
    Melt sky
    For eyes that pause
    Between
    Time

    Thank
    you

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  • Joy Elan Shares Signs of Life At Open Mics All Over Oaktown

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Leroy
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    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> I love the poem, SILENTLY OUTNUMBERED!   Tell us about that poem

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> The poem is based on an incident that happened to me at a job. I’ color:black">m mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> usually overqualified for many positions so in this case, a superior thought that I was some “dumb, Black disabled” person and I had to shut that idea down really quick. They thought they could intimidate me and I had to let them know that there is a better way to deliver their message. If you challenge me, I will defend myself. In this case, I got my union representation and I’ color:black">m mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> used to people trying to pick on me. I always start this poem off by saying, “To those that know me, you’re about to see another side of me. For those of you that don’ color:black">t mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> know me, I’ color:black">m mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> really a nice person. It’s color:black"> just that my kindness is mistaken as weakness when it’ color:black">s mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> actually my strength.” My message about this poem is never underestimate a person and their intelligence. I had to come off as a “mafia” to show that I am not to be messed with. This goes for everyone and I think it’s "Times New Roman";color:black"> very relatable, whether you’re disabled or not because we’ve color:black"> all been there where someone thought they could intimidate us. But how many know how to exercise our rights? I dedicated this poem to my union, SEIU color:black"> Local 1021.

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> Have you been deep into the Black Deaf Culture and if so what do Black Deaf people face in our society in the Black hearing world and the White Deaf and hearing world?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> I have three things against me: Black, female and hard of hearing and I list them in this order because these are what people see immediately. I am hard of hearing because I can hear without my hearing aids; I just cannot hear high frequency sounds. I was born hard of hearing at birth due to an umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. Fortunately, the doctors were able to detect my hearing loss at six months and I got my first hearing aids at fifteen months. My hearing aids are like glasses, they amplifies the sounds that I cannot hear. I’m "Times New Roman";color:black"> not deep into the Black Deaf Culture but I do interact with Deaf people. I grew up not signing at home so my first language is English. I did not learn ASL "Times New Roman";color:black"> until I was four years old in a Deaf/ Hard of Hearing program at Oakland Unified School District. I moved to Berkeley Unified School District in fourth grade. I was mainstreamed with color:black">ASL mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> interpreters from elementary school through my graduate program at Stanford University. I believe in challenging myself and doing what I want to do. I cannot completely compare my experience with another Black Deaf person’s experiences mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> because everyone has different ways of communicating and growing up. I am not ashamed to say I wear hearing aids and that I may need accommodations or for someone to repeat what they said. My hearing aids are red because I am proud of who I am. The reason is because my family has always been supportive of me. They never treated me different and at an early age, they told me about the obstacles that I was going to face. I remember my grandfather telling me to forget about people teasing me about my hearing aids and the way I spoke because he came from a time where Black people were called niggers "Times New Roman";color:black"> publicly and nothing could be done. He told me that unless I have been called a nigger "Times New Roman";color:black"> then I have nothing to cry about. My family are educators and they graduated from Grambling "Times New Roman";color:black"> and Southern University in Louisiana. At an early age, I wanted to go to UC "Times New Roman";color:black"> Berkeley because I wanted to do something for me. I am the first in my family to graduate from UC "Times New Roman";color:black"> Berkeley and Stanford University. This is because my family instilled in me that I can do whatever I put my mind to.

    mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">In the Black hearing world, there need to be more awareness about ASL "Times New Roman";color:black"> and not mistaking it for gang signs. I cannot really comment on the issues of the White Deaf and hearing world because I have not encountered those issues.  All of my friends are different color:black">ethnicities mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">, religion, and disabled, non-disabled so I cannot tell you some of the issues I have had. It is amazing how far we have come in this lifetime about acceptance and inclusion. Also, I think Berkeley is the reason why I have not had those experiences because Berkeley is so diverse and open. When I attended elementary school in color:black">Berkeley mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> that was the first time that I saw the whole school signing with the Deaf/ hard of hearing students. And it was not just my school; the whole district had the color:black">ASL mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> alphabet chart in the classrooms. Students who are wheelchair users or with special needs were not mistreated or teased. I think that is why I do not see race or disability but I do see a person for who they are in the inside. I am still friends with my former hearing classmates in Berkeley and they still try to show me what they remembered in ASL "Times New Roman";color:black">. I am glad that they see me as Joy, the girl that loves to smile and laugh and not as someone different.

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> I heard you on Blogtalk "Times New Roman";color:black"> Radio talking about your new book, color:black">Signs of Life

    Past, Present and Future color:black">.  I’m so happy to see Black Deaf/Disabled writers get publish.  Tell us

    mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Not only about your book but how other Black Hard of Hearing/Deaf/Disabled can learn from you about getting publish?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> My book is based on poems that I wrote as a journal. A friend of mine suggested that I publish a book since I love to write. I composed the book and edited it in about seven months. About a year later after the manuscript was completed, one morning I saw an email about publishing a book and I submitted the information. The publishing company, color:black">Xlibris mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> contacted me within twelve hours and I was published two weeks later on July 14, 2011.  They put it on www.amazon.com "Times New Roman";color:black"> and color:blue">www.barnesandnoble.com color:black">. They are a self-publishing company so you have to edit it yourself.  Since it was poetry, I had to edit my book regardless because poetry is my interpretation. But for my new novel, I may hire another publishing company because I will need an editor since a novel is more intense.

    mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Anyone can publish a book. I did not need any fancy publishing company to publish and I enjoy it because it is my baby. I learned how to promote myself by getting a PR agent, doing spoken word, advertising on Facebook "Times New Roman";color:black"> and at events. It has been a crazy year because the hard part was done and I had the proof to show that it was done.  I am proud of what I accomplished and myself. I truly appreciate what musicians and people who are self-employed do because it is not easy to get yourself out there. However! Each step you take is very rewarding and you grow as you learn the business. You never know what you are capable of doing until you are forced to get involved and think outside the box. That is why I post Think and Grow Rich quotes daily on Facebook "Times New Roman";color:black"> and Twitter because that book inspired me and I want to inspire other.

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> In your poetry do you sometimes teach about all the isms Black Hard of Hearing/Deaf people face and if so can you share a poem about that?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> I just write what comes to mind and what I am going through. I write more issues about being Black since African American Studies is my major and I want to teach history through my poetry.  As I mentioned earlier, I have not had any deep issues about being Black and Deaf. In college and graduate school, I wrote two thesis about Black Deaf Education and how a variety of resources help students perform better academically. You can search it in UC color:black"> Berkeley's "Times New Roman";color:black"> African American Studies and Stanford University's color:black"> School of Education library. I have written a poem about raising a hearing daughter who is trying to understand why her mom is "different." My daughter is almost five years old and it is amazing how much she understands that I cannot hear well. She brings me my hearing aids and tells me the phone is ringing when I can see the phone light flashing or feel it vibrating. Funny story: one time my daughter asked me for what I thought was couscous since I made it earlier for dinner. I said no you can't color:black"> have couscous because it's "Times New Roman";color:black"> late and it's "Times New Roman";color:black"> time for bed. She said, "no" and stuck one finger in her nose and said, "tissue." I laughed so hard because I felt embarrassed that my daughter knew that I did not hear her right. For my daughter to be as young as she is she's "Times New Roman";color:black"> very smart and she loves to help me. She makes sure I look at her when she talks because she knows I color:black">lip-reads mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> and I am blessed to have such a loving daughter. She knows my Deaf friends and sees the different ways that I communicate (texting "Times New Roman";color:black">, talking on the phone, video phone, etc.).

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> I heard that you sing too.  Am I right and if so what kinds of music do you sing? 

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> All kinds! I love music! If it sounds great, I love it. My favorite artist is Teena "Times New Roman";color:black"> Marie so I sing a lot of her material as well as contemporary artists. I love piano, saxophone and guitar. Oh forget it, I love all music instruments. That is why I believe I am blessed to be able to hear because I could not live without music. It is a part of my life and without it; I would not be able to draw my inspiration. I have a special rap for the host of Mouth Off, Hot Water Cornbread. It' color:black">s mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> a rap from color:black">Teena mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> Marie' color:black">s mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> Square Biz and I changed it to fit me but kept some of the actual lines. I usually close my performance doing this rap when I want to thank him. I say, "Hey yo what's color:black"> happenin "Times New Roman";color:black">', entre "Times New Roman";color:black"> vous "Times New Roman";color:black"> Lady J "Times New Roman";color:black">, I've "Times New Roman";color:black"> heard a boatload of other ladies' raps but they got nothing to say... I love to kick it, and write poetry, and (I turn to the host) a little Hot Water Cornbread, (I turn to the color:black">dj mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">) I love you too cat daddy but don't "Times New Roman";color:black"> let that go to your head." 

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> There has been always a lack of Black Hard of Hearing/Deaf/Disabled people on TV, on the radio, in magazine etc.  How can we change that?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> There's "Times New Roman";color:black"> a lack of Deaf and Disabled people in general in the media. Sometimes I see where Law and Order will do an episode talking about something that happened with a Deaf individual or with color:black">Marlee mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> color:black">Matlin mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">. We need to get out there. It is up to us to take that step forward and show the world that we are. I am doing my part but I can only represent myself. One person is not enough representation of a group. I am an author and spoken word artist in the Bay Area. I am trying to get out there and let people know about me. I have Deaf friends that dance professionally, produce films and music, design clothes in the fashion industry, just to name a few. We are paving the way for the younger generation. All it takes is just one individual to step up and do what they want to do. The only thing holding people back is their mind and their confidence.

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> What are your next projects/shows coming up?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> I am currently working on a new poetry book called Silence Is Not Always Golden and a novel, which should be completed by next year. I am at the Air Lounge every Wednesday but please check my website or my Facebook page, Joy Elan for updates because things may change. People have been asking to perform at their events and to collaborate with them. I am excited about this upcoming year because I am already getting booked for 2013 and 2012 is not over yet.

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> What is your best verse in all of your poems?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black"> Hmm, I can't "Times New Roman";color:black"> choose. I think the best one would be from Gold Digger.

    "Times New Roman";color:#333333">I’m "Times New Roman";color:#333333"> a gold digger

    "Times New Roman";color:#333333">I want the best and I go for the best

    "Times New Roman";color:#333333">If I was alive in 1849, I would’ color:#333333">ve mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#333333"> been one of the ladies in the Gold Rush

    "Times New Roman";color:#333333">Don’t "Times New Roman";color:#333333"> get it twisted

    "Times New Roman";color:#333333">I’m "Times New Roman";color:#333333"> not talking about going after some rich man’ color:#333333">s mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#333333"> money

    "Times New Roman";color:#333333">Because I’ color:#333333">m mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#333333"> going to make my own

    "Times New Roman";color:#333333">If anything, I got to watch out for the guys that want me to take care of them...

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:   color:black"> Any advice to young Black Hard of Hearing/Deaf women who wants to write likes you? 

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black">My advice is that you can be your own best friend or your own worst enemy. Your mind is what makes you unique and it' color:black">s mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> up to you to work it. You can do whatever you put your mind to and the hardest part is the writing. The publishing is the easy part. It's "Times New Roman";color:black"> the same when you write an essay for class and the easy part is turning it in because you did the hard work. Make sure you give it your all. Don't "Times New Roman";color:black"> do anything if you're not ready for it. Take your time because you never know when that right idea might pop up. When I was editing my poems after leaving them alone for a few months, I was able to catch some things and create a better verse to make that poem stand out more. Don' color:black">t mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> be ashamed of who you are. Embrace all of you and share it with the world!

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black"> How can people reach u "Times New Roman";color:black"> and buy your book?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black">My website "Times New Roman";color:black"> color:blue">www.joyelan.webs.com color:black">. My twitter name is color:black">@JoyElan "Times New Roman";color:black">, and my Facebook "Times New Roman";color:black"> author page is Joy color:black">Elan mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">. My book is available in hard copy and e-readers. To order my book, you can go to color:black"> color:blue">www.xlibris.com color:black">, color:blue">www.amazon.com color:black"> (hard copy and Kindle), and color:blue">www.barnesandnoble.com color:black"> (hard copy and Nook).

    color:black">KHN "Times New Roman";color:black">:  color:black">Any last words?

    "Times New Roman";color:black">Joy Elan "Times New Roman";color:black">: color:black">I am truly honored to be where I am today. I never take my talent for granted and the things and I thank God everyday for the people that I’ve met I've color:black"> done on this new journey. I know it will take me far because I feel wonderful everyday and I am ready to see what step I will take that day. I am doing what I love and I love what I do. The sky isn' color:black">t mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> the limit because there's color:black"> a universe beyond the sky. If the universe doesn' color:black">t mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> have any limits, then why should I be limited?

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  • Proposition 35 on Prostitution: Sex Workers' Report. PNN Election Issue

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    October 22, 2012


    Opposition to Prop 35, also known as the Case Act, is growing. Sex worker groups are calling for a public forum on Prop 35 on Monday, October 29 on the steps of City Hall at 12 noon. We are inviting the proponent and funder of the proposition ex-Facebook millionaire Chris Kelly to debate us.


    Prop 35 pretends to be about protecting young people from trafficking but the opposite is true. It criminalizes anyone who assists young people in prostitution -- a young person under 21 working with a friend could face prosecution as a trafficker and sex offender status for life, for giving her/him something "of value". It will increase law enforcement, which will result in more raids, prosecutions and imprisonment of sex workers. Pushing prostitution underground leaves sex workers more vulnerable to rape and abuse. Victims of violence will be deterred from reporting for fear of arrest, and for those of us who are immigrant, for fear of deportation.
    Prop 35 does nothing to help genuine victims of trafficking – no housing, welfare, or other resources are provided to help victims recover and rebuild their lives. Victims get no direct funds. Existing laws on rape, kidnapping and exploitation could be used against violent offenders if there was the will to do so. Prop 35 exaggerates the extent of child sex trafficking by using phony statistics; mystifies the rape and abduction of children by calling it “commercial sexual exploitation” and “trafficking”.


    It downgrades the most common forms of trafficking -- in domestic work, sweat shops, agriculture, restaurants -- by providing lower penalties for these labor victims. Prop 35 encourages corruption: police and NGOs will get the money collected in fines, giving them a vested interest in more and more arrests. It allows a massive law enforcement intrusion and invasion of privacy of the internet.


    Prop 35 promotes a moral crusade by misleading the public and mixing up prostitution, which is consenting sex, with trafficking, which is force, coercion and fraud. A similar crusade against Craigslist deprived sex workers of a way to advertise and work independently.


    For more information contact US PROStitutes Collective; email uspros@allwomencount.net
    www.uspros.net
     

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  • Healing Greens - the Pachamama (Poor Peoples-led) Garden @ Homefulness is Born

    09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
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    When landless, indigenous, concrete jungle survivor, trauma-filled, broken yet angry and active, Po' peoples of color revolutionaries grow a garden, it takes a special recipe.....

    -Begin wit some healing greens-

    -fourteen cups of tears from loss and pain and sorrow and borders and eviction and profiling and incarceration,

    -some fresh cilantro,

    -four quarts of youth warrior love, some carrots,

    -a gallon full of trauma from poverty skolaz still in struggle,

    -one quart of fear, 

    -three thousand gallons of chants of resistance,

    -onions,

    -leeks,

    -all of the hard hands of our mamaz who keep on keeping on no matter what,

    -lettuce,

    -more greens,

    -one babies smile who lives down the street after he touches the bottom of a root

    -blend together with a liter of hope from all of us together, changing, growing and sharing something that mere colonizer words can not begin to describe.

    This was our magical day of Herstory-making as we launched the Pachamama Garden @ Homefulness. Homefulness is a poor people/indigenous people-led land revolution. Pachamama garden is just us, Po' Folks, Elders, Ancestors, Mamaz, daddyz, uncles, aunties, sons and daughters standing humbly, still in struggle with welfare, motel rooms, the cardboard motels, Po"Lice, plantations and the violence of poverty, trying to bring fresh, un-genetically modified food into our hood in deep east Oakland, By Any Means Necessary.

    Moving our poor bodies into health, even though we are often struggling  with high blood pressure, diabetes, heart disease and obesity due to the poison poor people-food so readily available to us at Mickey D's, Burger King, KFC, the corner liquor sto's, Slaveway, Foods Co

    Working together with Take Back the Land, ROOTS, Decolonize Oakland, the neighborhood and so many more, who shared their love and resources and time and trucks and tools and dirt and skillz with all of us, the Pachamama garden at Homefulness now  has two beautiful boxes of healing beginnings, hopeful meals, un-poisoned dinners and decolonized dirt.

    Starting Oct 4th- Join us every Thursday 1-5pm @ Homefulness as we care and love those roots, dream that soup and bring that healing to our bodies and our hoods, one fresh fruit or vegetable at a time. (PEopleSkool Oakland will be starting with Healing the Hood Garden Media Project including paid mentorships provided for youth and adults- 14-24 to learn investigative journalism and gardening- email deeandtiny@poormagazine.org for more information on this program

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