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  • Nelson Mandela - Lala Ngokuthulala baba ube yiqhawe kithi/We shall continue where you left off - The Shackdwellers Union in South Africa on Our Hero Nelson Mandela

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    Nelson Mandela’s Long Walk to Freedom has come to an End

    By Bandile Mdlalose/Special From our Comrades at the Shackdwellers Union in South Africa

     

    Our hero, the light of the nation, the father off all who feared nothing when it came to his children has now left us in pain. Our tears flow. Nelson Mandela’s long walk to freedom has now come to an end.

    Our long struggle for freedom is still beginning. We will be guided by the spirit of Nelson Mandela as we confront Zuma, who does nothing for the people and only takes what he can for himself and his family. We will be guided by the spirit of Nelsom Mandela as we confront Piega and all those who want to use the police to crush our struggles and make sure that the Constitution does not work for poor people. We are highly aware that more of us will be killed by the police, and the assassins, in the years to come. The killing of the youth in struggle that started in 1976 is not yet finished.

     

    The Black Boers have privatized the people’s struggle and they have turned our country into their own personal ATM. The times where English and round tables can take this country further have gone. Protocols have bought us nothing but shame. The Black Boers have made their intensions clear. They will ignore the courts and they will beat, arrest, torture and kill us so that they can keep filling their pockets. We need to fasten our takkies as the new era of oppression is just beginning. They have already killed us in the Free State, in Marikana and in Cato Crest just as the generation of 1976 was killed.

    They kill us because they fear us. They fear us because we are the living truth of their betrayal. They fear us because we do not accept their lies. They fear us because we know our own power. They fear us because we have seen how they killed Andries Tatane, the Marikana Miners, Thembinkosi Qumbela, Nkululeko Gwala and Nqobile Nzuza and yet we refuse to be intimidated and we continue to occupy land and to go to the streets.

    To hell with protocol. The only way for our generation to fulfil Mandela’s dream is to take power into our own hands. Together we must turn this country into a revolutionary democracy.

    Mandela once said that if the ANC does to this country what the apartheid government did the people must not fear to do what the ANC did to the apartheid government. This country was not given to ANC by votes. Voting was a bonus but it was fought for very hard. There was a huge struggle from below. There was bloodshed and arrests. We do not believe that voting will win us our freedom. We will win our freedom when we as the poor build our power from below in struggle, when we build a revolutionary democracy from below.

    The way to go is for us to unite and put on our takkies and go to streets. That is how we will show out loyalty to the Hero Nelson Mandela.

    Lala Ngokuthulala baba ube yiqhawe kithi. We shall continue where you left off.

    The struggle is just beginning.

     

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  • Homefulness is Healing-Help us Manifest this Vision in 2014

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    Climate Change is Mama Earth in pain…Homefulness is Climate Healing...Gratitude and love to you all for helping us get this far  Please help us take the next humble step towards self-determined,landless peoples  liberation with your Revolutionary Donations

     

    Message from Muteado Silencio, Poverty, Migrante/Indigenous Skola; Prensa POBRE/POOR Magazine......
    Because of all of your revolutionary donations and community reparations, every Thursday at Homefulness, come rain or shine, us poverty skolaz set up what we call the Street Newsroom and the Sliding Scale Café, which is us providing and sharing free, healthy, non-GMO-filled hot food and organically grown greens from the newly built community gardens at Homefulness called the Pachamama Garden & A Garden for Trayvon with our fellow Poverty Scholars in East Oakland. This is at a time when major cuts have been made to many public assistance programs and resources which we depend on and need such as food stamps, for we know and understand how critical it is to support our community to have healthy hot meals.

    We have also launched the Community Building Circle, which led a multi-racial, multi-generational Revolutionary Work Day grading the land for our first straw bale house. We launched the Revolutionary Summer Camp for East Oakland youth, our second Healing the (Neighbor) Hood event and so much more (see the below list of 2013 activities). 

    These are only a few examples of the decolonized, self-determined, landless peoples movement known as Homefulness activating deep interdependent, off-plantation change for all of us.  Now we are trying to keep going with the vision and build our first home, which will house houseless families and elders. Can you help us?

    Message from Lex Horan, Inter-dependent Community Reparator and Good Son/Solidarity Family at POOR Magazine/Prensa POBRE
    Building Homefulness is exquisitely beautiful, but it isn’t idyllic or smooth. To anyone like me who isn’t in daily struggle to get by, let’s hold that close and try to remember it. There’s desperation, like there is in every fight for survival. Homefulnesss is bringing us closer to a world where land, food and housing are for all of us, where they aren’t stolen from the hands of poor people to be sold at a profit. And until that day comes, those of us who have cash, land, race privilege or access have the honor and responsibility of making reparations to poor-people-led movements. 

    Homefulness is possible, it is moving, it is urgent, and it’s what we all need. Please do what you can to match the courage of Homefulness with the resources you have.

    We are on the verge of creating the first homes at Homefulness. With your help, we can lay the foundation for several houses and begin building straw-bale homes early in 2014. At this exciting and important moment, one of our longtime donors has offered a $10,000 matching grant. With your community reparations, we can make homes at Homefulness a reality, literally any day now. 

    From all of us to all of you: Ase-O, Ometeotl, Semign Cacona Guari, Aho… 

    2013 Activities 
    Throughout the year, poor youth, adults and elders in resistance created radio, video and online media in the midst of all of our core poor-people-led projects, actions and advocacy below is a small sampling of what we did in 2013.

    January/February 
    • Bed Bug Flash Mob at the Travelodge Motel.
    • PeopleSkool Spring 2013: 14 youth and adult poverty skolaz & 5 mentees graduated from Revolutionary Radio, On-line Journalism and Theatre of the POOR with good daughter & Sun certificates from PeopleSkool
    • Co-sponsored, supported Krip-Hop festival for Black Herstory Minute (Month)
    • Launched a multi-layered media-organizing effort in coalition with student leaders to fight the corporate takeover of the City College of San Francisco, one of the largest people’s colleges in the nation 
    March/April 
    • Created several ongoing WeSearch investigations on gentriFUKation
    • Media-organized against Po’Lice brutality of the Rapada Family
    • Homeless Bill of Rights 
    May/June 
    • Born N Raised in Frisco: Words, Art & Herstory from a Displaced Colonized City (POOR Press): Book release and seed planting
    • Launched the Poor Peoples Plate, a poetic organizing project to center food justice and the anti-GMO movement in the voices of us poor folks who are the most impacted by corporate poisoning
    • Healing the (Neighbor) Hood @ Homefulness: Art, Movement, Ceremony and Medicine: A power-full two-day event that rooted healing in poor communities of color 
    July/August 
    • Revolutionary Youth, Arts & Permaculture Summer Camp at Homefulness: 15 students in poverty ages 7-21 learned about permaculture, GMO poisoning and how to grow their own food in their own communities
    • Garden for Trayvon launched by the youth skolaz who were participants in the summer camp
    • Cooking Our Cultures: Youth skolaz in poverty in San Francisco learned how to decolonize their own diets through their own youth-led Wesearch and hands-on cooking projects.
    • Prison Hunger Striker Correspondents: Re-launched our “Notes from the Inside” column by our brothers and sisters incarcerated in plantation prisons 
    September 
    • PeopleSkool Fall 2013: 15 poverty skolaz, 5 youth skolaz and 4 mentees
    • Revolutionary Work Day at Homefulness: A huge and beautiful intergenerational construction day preparing the sacred land at Homefulness  
    October/November/December 
    -ThrownOutByTwitter- Theatre of the POOR action in collaboration with over 10 CBO's against tech billionaires displacing poor folks one tweet at a time
    • First Herstorical Inter-Generational Council at Homefulness: A powerful meeting of community leadership and accountability that will be our template for a no-Po’Lice zone and decision-making at Homefulness
    • Mercado de Cambio/tha Po’ Sto
     

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  • Poemsong With A Deep Meaning: Kick Out Internalize Tactics!

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

    Kick Out Internalize Tactics!

    Verse 1

    Strip to the bone

    Leave you all alone

    Can’t build back up

    Cause they got your soul

     

    Chorus

    Internalize  tactics got you blind

    No not physically but mentally

    Eats wholes in you like chemotherapy 

    Kills the good and the bad leaving nothing but doubt

     

    Verse 2

    Ouch, open wounds

    Twisted organs

    Need to begin again

    Slate clean get to know the real u

     

    Chorus

    Internalize tactics got you blind

    No not physically but mentally

    Eats wholes in you like chemotherapy 

    Kills the good and the bad leaving nothing but doubt

     

    Bridge

    So sad that we can’t sing our song

    We’ve come so far still so long

    when we internalize society’s bullshit

    And don’t realize that we turned off our own music

    Can’t communicate making each other sick

    Holding our true selves in

    Lets dance to our personal political lyrics

     

    Verse 3

    Words can hurt but they also heal

    Peal back popular culture

    To know you stand on shoulders

    Who resisted by renaming so we can go deeper & feel

     

    Chorus

    Internalize tactics got you blind

    No not physically but mentally

    Eats wholes in you like chemotherapy 

    Kills the good and the bad leaving nothing but doubt

     

    Verse 4

    Don’t fall into the pit

    Display all of it

    Write it sing it dance to it

    Celebrate you  connect to your roots

     

    Outer  Verse

    So when society turns on its internalize tactics

    put on your steal boots

    Like you are in a mosh pit

    Sing your song and kick kick kick

     

    Say it again

     

    So when society turns on its internalize tactics

    put on your steal boots

    Like you are in a mosh pit

    Sing your song and kick kick kick

     

    Sing your song & kick kick kick

    Leroy F Moore Jr.

    12/21/12

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  • A TECH MYSTERY: SHIH IS MISSING--DAY 118

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Back in August I Wrote an article about Peter Shih, the founder of trycelery.com. Shih unleashed an anti-San Francisco rant, decrying the city's homeless population, condition of its streets, and the weather--among other things. At any rate, my "Open letter to Peter Shih" was an appeal to Shih to consider his insensitive remarks, in light of the fact that the tech industry has been the main cause of evictions of long term San Francisco residents. To see the letter to Peter Shih, go to: http://poormagazine.org/node/4892 My letter to Shih was a polite entreaty, an olive branch of sorts, to start a dialogue with him as a result of what I perceived as his sincere apology for his remarks and to make amends in some kind of way. My letter was written back in August. To date, 113 days have gone by with no response from Shih--no Tweet, no email, no post--nothing. I tried to reach him at trycelery but his name doesn't appear on the site, no email address, and no physical address.

    I started to ask myself if Peter Shih ever really existed. So, I have decided to post a new article called "Shih is missing". So far, he has been missing for 113 days. Will he ever appear?

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  • We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you this Ellis Act Alert

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    We interrupt your regularly

    Scheduled program to bring

    You this Ellis act alert

     

    Mom and pop are missing,

    Pry open your eyes

    Let your ears hear

     

    Mom is 79 and pop

    Is 82 and have lived

    In San Francisco all their lives

     

    Mom and pop–unplugged,

    Displaced in a city of wireless wires

    Where friends that never were are

    Flung into heaps of the unfriended,

    Replaced by holograms that begat

    Other holograms who slither behind

    Tinted glass bus windows

     

    In kitchen pot silence

    In floorboard splinters

    In the skin of torn rugs

    We search for stains like

    Maps for clues, traces

     

    This is an Ellis alert

    And mom and pop are gone

    And with them the smell of

    Adobo

    Gumbo

    Black eyed peas

    Malunggay

    Bitter melon

     

    We looked for mom and pop

    In the book of landlords

    And that book, whose edges

    Were a knife, whose pages were

    Not stained by a single memory,

    Read only one name:  Ellis

     

    Ellis cover to cover

    Ellis front to back

    Ellis open and shut

    Case closed

     

    And we searched for

    The book of the evicted

    Whose pages and spines multiplied

    And were strewn on street corners and

    Garbage bins and the names of the

    Evicted were written in the streets by

    The shrill talon of the raven to be

    Paved over by the machinery of

    No memory

     

    This is an Ellis alert

    And mom and pop

    Are out there somewhere

     

    Pry open your eyes

    Let your ears hear

     

    With the click of the

    Tongue, and not the mouse,

    Pop made the birds come and bring

    Together philosophies from every

    Corner of the world

     

    And

     

    Mom is your mom,

    Is my mom, is your skin,

    Is my skin, is my memory

    Is our memory

     

    Pry open your eyes

    Let your ears hear

     

    Mom and pop

    Are missing

     

    We now return

    To your regularly

    Scheduled program

     

     

    © Tony Robles 2013

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  • Tomando Muerte/Drinking Death

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Muteado
    Original Body

     

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    Tomando Muerte

    En la invasión de la tierra de Guatemala se repite la muerte y destrucción aparecen disfrazado  de desarrollo y progreso, este es uno de los  casos de muchas de las minas que están tomando el oro  de territorio guatemalteco con el apoyo del gobierno de turno.

    Mis ancestros mis abuelos dicen que la historia es también un circulo un ciclo de vida y en este círculo de vida la historia se repite de nuevo.

    Invasores disfrazados de (conquistadores) vinieron del mar y destruyeron a la civilización Maya.

    Hoy invasores   bajaron del aire y toman posesión de la tierra ofreciendo regalos y desarrollo con una lista que parece buena y bonita pero esconde la muerte de la vida y del medio ambiente y lo más grave la muerte de la madre tierra.

    La lista dice así:

    Mucho comercio por la mina, mas oportunidad de trabajo para todos, Ayuda a agricultores, Ayuda y para la mujer, jóvenes y niños, incluyen a todos y todas en su lista. Y como una promesa o eslogan dicen cosas bonitas como ejemplo              “Lo mejor está por venir”

    Lentamente como una neblina de polvo y contaminación surge la muerte de bacas caballos y toso ser viviente que utilice el agua que está en los alrededores de la mina que utiliza en su proceso de explotación del preciado metal grandes cantidades de agua que contamina con cianuro, que es un veneno altamente dañino para las fuentes de agua y el medio ambiente, peces aves animales y humanos.

    Somos agua

    El agua es un vital liquido para la vida sin oro podemos vivir pero sin agua podemos morir.

    San Rafael las Flores  a la llegada se los invasores

    La vida y paz y belleza del lugar fue cortada al momento que llego la compañía minera Gold  corp  Muete, brutalidad, represión y amenazas  contra la población que en manifestaciones pacificas han sido brutalmente atacados por guardias privados con que les disparan con escopetas  y además cuentan con el apoyo del Ejército de Guatemala y policía.

    Las plantas de tomate y otros vegetales mueren o desarrollan enferermedades por el agua contaminada con cianuro y metales pesados.

    Los niños y niñas  presentan enfermedades de la piel y enfermedad de pie negro.

    San Rafael antes del arribo de la mina Escobal, que pasara después

    Lo peor está por venir

     Las tierras de san Rafael son altas y todas la venas y mantos acuíferos están conectados como las venas de un cuerpo humano, Cerca de la mina se encuentra una de las reservas de agua naturales mas importantes del area se llama laguna de Ayarza que es un bello lugar de agua cristalina con abundancia de peces y vida acuática.

    De continuar la mina la contaminación la muerte a la madre tierra el agua, que pasara con los habitantes del lugar.

    En el futuro algunos antropólogos y académicos encontraran vestigios y ruinas del lugar y comenzaran a estudiar y a formar teorías sobre la desaparición de los habitantes de san Rafael, San Juan Bosco, Casillas, El Rinconcito, Nueva Santa rosa pues toda el agua que baje de las tierras altas de San Rafael con cianuro bajaran a todo el valle de Santa Rosa y Barberena llegando a la costa y finalmente a Ciudad de Guatemala con agua contaminada por cianuro.  Cuéntale a tod@s

    Que t@dos lo sepan que nadie se quede en silencio.     

     

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    Drinking Death

    In the New invasion of Guatemala death and destruction repeats its self, It appears disguised as development and progress, this is the case of one of the many mining companies that are mining out, the gold in Guatemala  with support of the Guatemala Government.

    My ancestors and my grandparents said that history is a cycle of life and it always repeats itself.

    The invaders disguised as Conquistadores came from the ocean and destroy the Mayan civilization.

    Today the invaders came from the sky and took over the land, offering gifts of development and progress, with a list a good things they will accomplish, but behind is hiding the truth about the death and the harm to environment and the death to mother earth.

    The list States

    More commerce for the mine, more opportunities of labor for all, help to farmers,woman, youth and children, always promising the best is yet to come.

    Slowly like the Dusthaze and contamination that slowly kills the cows, horses and anything that uses the water that surrounds the mine, the mine uses the water to extract the precious metal in high quantities, after the water is use, is contaminated with cyanide which is poison that contaminates the water sources killing theenvironment, fish, birds and humans.

    We are Water

    Water is a vital liquid for life, we can live without gold, but without water we can die.

    San Rafaelde las Flores the arrival of the invaders

    Life, peace, and beauty was cut down the moment that the mining company Gold Corp that brought death, brutality, repression and threats against the population that after peaceful demonstrations the protesters were been attack in a brutal way by private guards that fired against them and with the back up of the Guatemala Army and Police.

    The tomatoes and other vegetables are dying and are been contaminated by the water with cyanide and heavy metals.

    Children have shown sickness in the skin.

    The worst is yet to come.

    The terrain of San Rafael are high mountains and the rivers are all connected like the veins in a human body, close to the mine you can find a naturalwater reserves, which one the most important in that area, Is call Ayarza is a beautiful place with crystal clear water with plenty of fish and aquatic life.

    If the mine continues the contamination will bring death to the earth and the water, and will happen with the habitants Ayarza.

    In the future some anthropologies and academics would gain access to study with theories and lies of how the People and Nature disappeared from San Rafael, San Juan Bosco, Casillas, El Riconcito, Nueva Santa rosa which are places where fresh water comes down from the highlands down to the coast to arrive finally in Guatemala already contaminated by cyanide, Tell everyone about the truth, let no one be silence..

     

     

                                                  

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  • 2013 Krip-Hop Nation's Accomplishments

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

    Hello Peeps,

    Its that time again when we look back on another year and what we did. In 2013 Krp-Hop Nation & Leroy Moore did some amazing stuff with others and on our own so take a look. 2014, we are coming! If you want to get involve drop us an email at kriphopnation@gmail.com.

    1) Feb 8th Leroy helped coordinate Porgy event at UC Berkeley with Susan Schweik brought Damon L. Ford who met Porgy's family to campus
    2) Feb.12-17th Krip-Hop hosted our first Bay Area mini concert tour celebrating the life & music of the late Joe Capers with 5 local venues and six artists/musicians/poets. Look here http://sfbayview.com/2013/keeping-joe-capers-legacy-alive-in-oakland/

    3)Feb 14th Leroy Moore released, The Black Kripple Delivers: Krip Love Mixtape http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/LeroyMoore

    4) March 8th Kounterclockwise released the first Krip-Hop Nation's animated music video of the song WHIP starring Deacon, Kaya of Kounterclockwise and Leroy Moore. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJ1leQVhaOE

    5) March 19th helped to bring Narcel Redus with his documentary, Not Home to UCB with Susan Schweik

    6) May 8th Krip-Hop Nation Presented at Stanford University

    7) May 9th Krip-Hop Nation presented and performed with DJ Quad and Gioioa Von Disterlo at University of Washington on the topic of police brutality against people with disabilities.

    8)June 7th Leroy attended and spoke at the Black Disabled Study forum held by the National Black Disabled Coalition in NJ. Look here for more info http://blackdisability.org/

    9) August 17th Krip-Hop Nation hosted Toni Hickman's 16th Strike film documentary at SF Main Library with Poor Magazine and SF Bayview Newspaper. Look & Listen here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qrt9ckwjmg

    10) August 31st The first city-wide (Oakland, CA)honored the late Joe Capers with Naru and Joe's family. Now and forever Aug is Joe Capers Month in Oakland, CA thanks to Leroy Moore and Naru.

    11)December 5th Krip-Hop Nation/Leroy presented at Napa Valley College.

    12) Krip-Hop Nation made deep connections with artists in Africa, featured a journalist who wrote about a father and his disabled daughters who were looking for a wheelchair to get around. Because of Ronald Galiwango's article http://sfbayview.com/2013/disabled-and-riding-a-wheelbarrow-a-fathers-love/ And hosted Dagnachew B. Wakene's visit to the Bay Area. Dagnachew is from Ethiopia, Africa.
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    What is coming up for Krip-Hop Nation in 2014

    1) April Krip-Hop Nation will be hosting a Hip-Hop workshop and performance at Tangled Art + Dsability Festival n Toronto, Canada with Kounterclockwise and Rob Da 'Noize Temple. More info http://abilitiesartsfestival.org/whats-new/

    2) November Krip-Hop Nation goes back to DADA Festival in Liverpool, UK and possible a UK tour. Krip-Hop artists will be Binki Woi, Lady MJ, Rob DA Noize Temple, Kounterclockwise, Ronnie Ronnie and Leroy Moore For more info http://www.dadafest.co.uk/the-festival/

    3)Finally Krip-Hop Nation website coming in March or April

    4) New Krip-Hop logo soon

    5) Krip-Hop international CD by November and more

    KRIP-HOP NATION WISH YOU HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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  • Justicia Falsa/ False Justice

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Muteado
    Original Body

                (Scroll down for English)

                                         Justicia Falsa

    El ensayo  musical está por terminar el fin de semana, se presentara un grupo chileno son casi las nueve de la noche y una multitud de personas entra por sorpresa toman el escenario y un hombre grita  ha muerto el General.

    Unos gritan de felicidad algunas personas rompen en llanto se escuchan aplausos, cuando  el ambiente  se calma, el hombre finaliza la noticia: El General Augusto Pinochet murió ayer, corría el mes de diciembre de 2006 día 11.

    Se inicio la canción el pueblo Unido Jamás será vencido y los jóvenes chilenos que no habían vivido o no recordaban la dictadura de Pinochet se miraban sorprendidos,  viendo el caudal de emociones alegría y dolor  como gran rio un  buscando su cauce, expresaban sus familiares.

    Varias personas tomaron la palabra expresando la alegría que por fin alguien que había hecho tanto daño a la humanidad, dejaba el planeta tierra.

    Augusto Pinochet Dictador chileno símbolo de violencia, abuso, y muerte, durante su mandato más de 3,200 personas fueron ejecutadas o desaparecidas, miles de exiliados.

    Recuerdo a mis amigos y hermanos chilenos.     En Guatemala se repite la historia con Generales símbolo de muerte, violencia que manchado de sangre la tierra y viven sus últimos días en libertad y rodeados de lujos nadie los puede tocar, ni la justicia.

    La fotografía de Efraín Ríos Montt  juzgado por Genocidio en Guatemala es una de muchos mensajes que se publicaron en este caso que dio la vuelta al mundo, parecía que por fin la justicia llegaba tarde pero no olvidaba toda la sangre derramada durante el gobierno del General ríos Montt que dejo 200,000 muertos y 45, desaparecidos y otros miles de exiliados.

    El General  es una mescla de el agente cero cero,  Te puede sorprender con un mensaje de sabiduría como un gran pensador o confundirte, montarse en un caballo y fingir y decir que no sabe nada, decir un mensaje religioso y todos le aplauden,  predicar del amor,   ponerse el traje pinto pintado la cara  transformarse en un gran maestro al que casi todos sus alumnos admiran por su disciplina y discurso su ropa impecable y de marca, Los cadetes dicen que es yuca.    

    El general es noticia ocupando las primeras páginas de las de periódicos, decir que pertenece a los oficiales  jóvenes  y la satisfacción de ser una figura internacional.  Muchos periodistas internacionales le quieren entrevistar,  y cabe la posibilidad de hacer películas

     

     

    El Héroe nacional y ejemplo para futuras generaciones

    En  el futuro puede ser  declarado héroe nacional sobreviviente de combates sangrientos, por su inteligencia militar, donde salió victorioso siempre.

    En la avenida reforma y frente al palacio nacional podremos mirar en el futuro  Al general de hierro en su caballo de bronce como una estatua que adorne los jardines,  diciendo   a las futuras generaciones  en la  escuela que fue un gran héroe que libro a Guatemala de Fantasmas.

    Un amigo me dijo este caso  del Juicio contra  Ríos Montt Por todas las masacres y dolor y muerte que origino puede ser una lección para los futuros gobiernos y el mundo o puede ser un espectáculo  en el que se gaste tiempo dinero tinta y muchos recursos que distraigan al pueblo como el circo romano.

    En las calles de Guatemala la guerra no ha terminado solo basta mirar los periódicos y ver los muertos aparecen todos los días los asaltos, robos, masacres, abusó de poder, racismo.

    La Firma de la paz solo un espectáculo, los acuerdos de paz letra muerta, el caso contra Ríos Montt parece sumarse al espectáculo.

    En el futuro próximo nos daremos cuenta, hay mucho trabajo por realizar en la construcción de una Guatemala con Paz.

    El General  Nunca Pierde

    El circo Romano Guatemalteco termino y el general Efraín Ríos Montt  esta libre todo la distracción termino y el ego del general creció unas pulgadas mas abonado por la corrupción del estado de Guatemala y sus presidentes o como dicen en mi pueblo el señor gobierno  Otto Pérez Molina está cumpliendo con su, promesa de mano dura en contra de la población trabajadora de Guatemala y mano suave o de peluche para los delincuentes, asesinos, traficantes, y ahora vendiendo el territorio a empresas mineras extranjeras como Gold corp.  Explotación minera, que está matando la madre tierra y las venas de agua aplicándoles veneno llamado cianuro y llevándose el ORO. Cuéntale a tod@s.

     Que  tod@s lo sepan que nadie se quede en silencio.       

     

        False Justice

    The Musical practice will end by the end of the week, a group of chileans will present around 9pm at night, a group of people enter in the scene and yells the General has died.

    Some yell of happiness others break in tears, when everything settles, a man announces The General Augusto Pichochet has died yesterday, it was december 11, 2006.

    People started to chant “ The people united will never be defeated”  the young people who did not suffer under the dictatorship of Pinochet looked surprised by the emotions of happiness and pain that their families express.

    Many people express their happiness that finally someone that brought so much pain, was no longer be here on this earth.

    Augusto Pinochet the chilean dictator a sysmbol of violence, abuse and death who kill over 3,200 people and dissapear and exile under his dictatorship.

    I remember my chilean friends and brothers.

     In Guatemala history repeats it self with generals with the sysmbol of death and violence who stain mother earth with blood, and even on his finals days he is sorrounded by luxury and no body can’t touch him not even the Justice system.

    The photograh of Efraín Ríos Montt  who was judge for genocide in Guatemala made the news around the world, it seems that finally justice will be serve, it was late but all the blood that was spill under his government of Efraín Ríos Montt  that left behind over 200,000 dead people and 45 disappeared and many more in exile.

    The General is a mix of a secret agent zero zero, he can amaze you with a great message of wisdom and great thinker and leave you confused, he can hop on a horse and say he doesn’t know anything, he can say a religous message and everyone will applaud him, he can preach about love, he can wear a fancy suit and transform in a teacher and all his students admire him for his disipline and his fancy suits, they say he is a Yuca..

    The General has become news in front pages of Newspapers , He has become a international figure, Many international Journalist want to interview him, they might even make a movie about him.

    The national Hero and example for future generations

    In he future he can be declare a national hero, survivor of bloody combats, for his wisdom in the military, the victor...

     

     

    In the main Avenue in from of the National Palace we will one day see the General sitting on his horse of steal and bronz in a form of a statue decorating the garden, and saying to the future generations and in the public schools the he was a hero that liberated Guatemala from the Ghosts.

    A friend of mine said this trial against Rios Montt acused of masacres and pain, will be a lesson for the future governments and the world, that you can create a scene to waste money and ink to distract the people, like a roman circus.

    In the streets of Guatemala the war has not ended you can read it in the newspapers, dead people,robberies,masacres, abuse of power,racism.

    The Peace Treaties are only a espectacule, the trial against Rios Montt can be aded it to the espetacule.

    In the future we will find out, that there is a lot work to be done in Guatemala to reach Peace in the streets.

    The General never loses

    The Guatemalan circus has ended and the General Efraín Ríos Montt  is walking free, the distration is over, the ego of the general have grown couple inches, Guatemala and their presidents have acomplish what the President Otto Perez promise, more hars treatment against the working poor and gentle treatment against deliquents,killers,trafficares, and selling Guatemala to mining companies like Gold Corp to be explotied by the mining buissness that is killing mother earth and poluting the water...

    Let everyone know, no one remain silent....

                

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  • Greg Gopman and Peter Shih: The Diet Koch Brothers Who Have Their Heads up Their Apps

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Another example of yet another tech boy executive who doesn’t know his app from a hole in the ground: Greg Gopman.  A tech boy that can be diagnosed with having "backside verbosity" (IE: a tendency to talk out of one's ass). Another uninvited pest from out of town—apparently from the “Ain’t No Sunshine/Stand your ground” state of Florida—spewing a rant-filled tirade about the city of my birth; the city that is home to the I-Hotel and the city that is home to a deep and long labor history that was not without violence and sacrifice and people working together to better the lives of every day people. The city I refer to is San Francisco, of which I am a fourth generation resident. It is a city that is fighting for its soul from the onslaught of the soul less who see nothing more than apps, applications, dollar signs and their own visions of themselves. Many of these folks who are blighting our city happen to be tech washed. But in the overall picture, it extends beyond the boundaries of tech and its multifarious churches.  

     

    In August it was Peter Shih who first put his digital footprint in his mouth by ranting about how ugly and inconvenient San Francisco is.  He decried “those homeless” (an easy target for those with privilege who are oblivious that they even have it), the city's nightlife, certain elements of the community--in short, he portrayed the city as barely short of a cesspool.  Shih later apologized for his remarks and has seemingly dropped into the digital rabbit hole/abyss.   I wrote him an open letter challenging him to be a part of the city’s Asian American community, which he is, by default, a part of.  I challenged him to be cognizant of the eviction of elders such as the Lee family and to do something with his money and privilege to serve someone other than that guy he sees in the mirror each morning (or whatever it is he happens to see).  114 days have elapsed since I wrote that letter to Shih.  His response, nothing—not a tweet, post, email—nothing.  Well, Shih happens, and so does the occasional miracle.  I might hear from him, but I won't be losing sleep over it.  (To read "An Open Letter to Peter Shih", open the link:  http://poormagazine.org/node/4892)

     

    Enter Greg Gopman.  Gopman is apparently the founder of something called Angel Hack.  He apparently thinks that the homeless should be put in labor camps and that the poor and those who survive through underground economic strategies should be relegated to places out of the way—sight unseen.  I read these statements and thought about Peter Shih, and how these two clowns must be joined at the lip; another digital footprint in the mouth.  When I first heard the name Greg Gopman, I asked myself, Greg who?  Then I asked a few other questions such as, who gave him a speaking part?  Who invited him to my city?  What qualifies him to say anything about my city at all?  Oh, I get it—having money entitles him a big corn dog sized microphone.

     

    I looked at this tech boy’s face and wondered if he ever really worked in his life.  He has pampered written all over his face.  He says he been all over the world, to third world countries even (clap clap clap). I hope he wasn't as big an assh**e overseas as he is here in the bay area.  At any rate, he’s a well -traveled fool who has showed that he knows how to talk out of his ass--if not his app.

     

    If Mr. Gopman is so concerned with the cleanliness of San Francisco, I have an idea—have him and a few of his buddies grab a broom and start sweeping.  Sweeping is good for the arms and mind—both of which, in Mr. Gopman’s case, have gone lax.

     

    I'll tell you about real work.  Real work was the I-Hotel--the symbol of the struggle for affordable housing in San Francisco.  When the I-Hotel was slated for demolition in the late 60's, community mobilized to fight the eviction of its mostly senior residents.  The demolition would cap off the slow demolition of the San Francisco's Manilatown neighborhood, a  Filipino neighborhood with a long labor history.  As the financial district expanded, it saw no use to have "those" people close by.  So their expansion meant the destruction of a neighborhood. 

     

    The International hotel was the site for massive direct action on behalf of the tenants, that brought together students, labor, artists, the church, community organizations and even local politicians.  When the hotel was torn down after an eviction that saw more than 3000 people surround the building in defense of its tenants, the community did not give up the fight.  My uncle, the poet Al Robles was one of those that fought.  It took 30 years of meetings and coalition building and not giving up to finally rebuild the I-Hotel, which stands at the corner of Jackson and Kearny Street--103 Units of affordable senior housing.  That was real work--done without apps, email and/or laptops.


    The Gopman’s and Shih’s of the world aren’t concerned with humanity, or improving anybody’s lives except for those in their immediate circle.  They want a nice clean place alright, one in which nobody disturbs or inconveniences them with any kind of real concerns or problems--except for those that can be solved at a distance with an app.  Absent from their list of complaints are the multimillion dollar tax breaks that their industry receives in San Francisco, or how their business fuels evictions of seniors and families at unprecedented numbers. 

     

    Greg and Peter, you sound like the Koch brothers but, since you aren’t quite as wealthy, I’ll refer to you as the diet Koch Brothers.  We are in San Francisco—people of color, the poor, the elders--here before you digital Barnum and Bailies ever saw the light of day. Perhaps if you pulled your heads out of your apps, you might have known that.   Which begs another question, Who invited you here anyway?

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  • Moan To Me (Calling Blind Willie Johnson)

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

     

     

    Intro

    Mmmmmmm

    Mmmmmmm

    Verse 1

    Moan to me no not my baby

    Going back down to the Delta

    In the air you hear them holla

    Sweating in the southern humidity

    Chorus

    Black blind men on corners

    Singing for their rent & dinner

    Blind Willie Johnson moan to me

    Whaling about Black reality

    Verse 2

    No lyrics no words

    It’s all about feelings

    Free like a bird

    But with no wings

    Chorus

    Black blind men on corners

    Singing for their rent & dinner

    Blind Willie Johnson moan to me

    Whaling about Black reality

    Bridge

    Not one tear, Jim Crow fear

    Michelle Alexander yeah it’s still here

    Lets all moan

    Trying to connect with our cell phones

    Verse 3

    All we want is human touch

    Is that asking too much?

    Going back down to the Delta

    News coming from the Blues, don’t need media

    Chorus

    Black blind men on corners

    Singing for their rent & dinner

    Blind Willie Johnson moan to me

    Whaling about Black reality

    Verse 4

    Blues women show Hip-Hop queens

    How to get it done and work behind the scenes

    Reveal to them who were really pulling the strings

    On guitar and yeah we have come so far

    Verse 5

    Moan for me

    Moan about the game we still have to play

    Moan cause nothing has change

    Moan there are no words to say

     Outro

    Moan for me

    Mmmmmmm

    Mmmmmmm

    Blind Willie Johnson moan to me

    By Leroy F. Moore Jr.

    11/16/13

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  • Killed for Asking for Help While Black in Amerikkka- Oakland Marches for Renisha McBride

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

     

    Families and Community march for Justice for Renisha McBride killed for asking for help

     


    ON NOVEMBER 2nd RENISHA MCBRIDE, A 19 YEAR OLD AFRICAN-AMERICAN WOMAN WAS INVOLVED IN A CAR ACCIDENT IN A DETROIT SUBURB.

    FOLLOWING THE ACCIDENT, AT APPROX 1 AM RENISHA KNOCKED ON THE DOOR OF TED WAFER, A WHITE HOMEOWNER, WHO THEN FIRED A SHOTGUN AT RENISHA THROUGH HIS SCREEN DOOR, FATALLY KILLING HER.

    "BLACK LIVES MATTER WHEREVER WE LIVE, WE MUST SPEAK OUT AGAINST THE RACIST KILLING WAR ON OUR BLACK AND BROWN YOUTH IN THIS COUNTRY, " said Linda Grant, march organizer

    IN SOLIDARITY WITH DETROIT, SATURDAY's RALLY  INCLUDED A SPEAK-OUT, MARCH, AND RALLY THROUGH THE STREETS OF EAST OAKLAND TO EXPOSE AND BRING AWARENESS TO THIS GLOBAL EPIDEMIC OF MURDERING OUR YOUNG PEOPLE DUE TO US RACISM

    Speakers Included:
    Oscar grant foundation, Uncle bobby Johnson
    Cyndi Mitchell, MARIO ROMERO FOUNDATION
    DIONNE SMITH, JAMES RIVERA FOUNDATION
    GERALYN BLUFORD,JUSTICE FOR ALAN BLUFORD COALITION
    TRACY BELL BORDEN, KENNETH HARDING FOUNDATION
    SHANGO, BLACK RIDERS LIBERATION PARTY
    TONY COLEMAN, ONE FAM, WEST OAKLAND
    ONYX ORGANIZING COMMITTEE
    JESSICA HOLLIE/ AKA/ BELLA, SPEAKING ON GENTRIFICATION ON SEMINARY AND BANCROFT
    JABARRI SHAW WILL BE PERFORMING
    ANITA WILLIS
    THE PO POETS PROJECT OF POOR MAGAZINE,
    YOUNG OAKLAND

    EVENT ENDORSERS:
    ONYX ORGANIZING COMMITTEE
    WORKERS WORLD
    ONE FAM
    OSCAR GRANT FOUNDATION
    Kenneth harding Jr. foundation
    POOR MAGAZINE
    YOUNG OAKLAND
    BLACK RIDERS LIBERATION PARTY
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  • It's Time To Stop This Madness

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Mr. President, I have the honor to speak on behalf of the resilient people of the Republic of the Philippines.

    At the onset, allow me to fully associate my delegation with the statement made by the distinguished Ambassador of the Republic of Fiji, on behalf of G77 and China as well as the statement made by Nicaragua on behalf of the Like-Minded Developing Countries.

    First and foremost, the people of the Philippines, and our delegation here for the United Nations Climate Change Convention’s 19th Conference of the Parties here in Warsaw, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your expression of sympathy to my country in the face of this national difficulty.

    In the midst of this tragedy, the delegation of the Philippines is comforted by the warm hospitality of Poland, with your people offering us warm smiles everywhere we go. Hotel staff and people on the streets, volunteers and personnel within the National Stadium have warmly offered us kind words of sympathy. So, thank you Poland.

    The arrangements you have made for this COP is also most excellent and we highly appreciate the tremendous effort you have put into the preparations for this important gathering.

    We also thank all of you, friends and colleagues in this hall and from all corners of the world as you stand beside us in this difficult time. I thank all countries and governments who have extended your solidarity and for offering assistance to the Philippines. I thank the youth present here and the billions of young people around the world who stand steadfast behind my delegation and who are watching us shape their future. I thank civil society, both who are working on the ground as we race against time in the hardest hit areas, and those who are here in Warsaw prodding us to have a sense of urgency and ambition. We are deeply moved by this manifestation of human solidarity. This outpouring of support proves to us that as a human race, we can unite; that as a species, we care.

    It was barely 11 months ago in Doha when my delegation appealed to the world… to open our eyes to the stark reality that we face… as then we confronted a catastrophic storm that resulted in the costliest disaster in Philippine history. Less than a year hence, we cannot imagine that a disaster much bigger would come. With an apparent cruel twist of fate, my country is being tested by this hellstorm called Super Typhoon Haiyan, which has been described by experts as the strongest typhoon that has ever made landfall in the course of recorded human history. It was so strong that if there was a Category 6, it would have fallen squarely in that box. Up to this hour, we remain uncertain as to the full extent of the devastation, as information trickles in in an agonizingly slow manner because electricity lines and communication lines have been cut off and may take a while before these are restored. The initial assessment show that Haiyan left a wake of massive devastation that is unprecedented, unthinkable and horrific, affecting 2/3 of the Philippines, with about half a million people now rendered homeless, and with scenes reminiscent of the aftermath of a tsunami, with a vast wasteland of mud and debris and dead bodies. According to satellite estimates, the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration also estimated that Haiyan achieved a minimum pressure between around 860 mbar (hPa; 25.34 inHg) and the Joint Typhoon Warning Center estimated Haiyan to have attained one-minute sustained winds of 315 km/h (195 mph) and gusts up to 378 km/h (235 mph) making it the strongest typhoon in modern recorded history. Despite the massive efforts that my country had exerted in preparing for the onslaught of this monster of a storm, it was just a force too powerful and even as a nation familiar with storms, Super Typhoon Haiyan was nothing we have ever experienced before, or perhaps nothing that any country has every experienced before.

    The picture in the aftermath is ever so slowly coming into clearer focus. The devastation is colossal. And as if this is not enough, another storm is brewing again in the warm waters of the western Pacific. I shudder at the thought of another typhoon hitting the same places where people have not yet even managed to begin standing up.

    To anyone who continues to deny the reality that is climate change, I dare you to get off your ivory tower and away from the comfort of you armchair. I dare you to go to the islands of the Pacific, the islands of the Caribbean and the islands of the Indian ocean and see the impacts of rising sea levels; to the mountainous regions of the Himalayas and the Andes to see communities confronting glacial floods, to the Arctic where communities grapple with the fast dwindling polar ice caps, to the large deltas of the Mekong, the Ganges, the Amazon, and the Nile where lives and livelihoods are drowned, to the hills of Central America that confronts similar monstrous hurricanes, to the vast savannas of Africa where climate change has likewise become a matter of life and death as food and water becomes scarce. Not to forget the massive hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico and the eastern seaboard of North America. And if that is not enough, you may want to pay a visit to the Philippines right now.

    The science has given us a picture that has become much more in focus. The IPCC report on climate change and extreme events underscored the risks associated with changes in the patterns as well as frequency of extreme weather events. Science tells us that simply, climate change will mean more intense tropical storms. As the Earth warms up, that would include the oceans. The energy that is stored in the waters off the Philippines will increase the intensity of typhoons and the trend we now see is that more destructive storms will be the new norm.

    This will have profound implications on many of our communities, especially who struggle against the twin challenges of the development crisis and the climate change crisis. Typhoons such as Yolanda (Haiyan) and its impacts represent a sobering reminder to the international community that we cannot afford to procrastinate on climate action. Warsaw must deliver on enhancing ambition and should muster the political will to address climate change.

    In Doha, we asked “If not us then who? If not now, then when? If not here, then where?” (borrowed from Philippine student leader Ditto Sarmiento during Martial Law). It may have fell on deaf ears. But here in Warsaw, we may very well ask these same forthright questions. “If not us, then who? If not now, then when? If not here in Warsaw, where?”

    What my country is going through as a result of this extreme climate event is madness. The climate crisis is madness.

    We can stop this madness. Right here in Warsaw.

    It is the 19th COP, but we might as well stop counting, because my country refuses to accept that a COP30 or a COP40 will be needed to solve climate change. And because it seems that despite the significant gains we have had since the UNFCCC was born, 20 years hence we continue to fail in fulfilling the ultimate objective of the Convention.  Now, we find ourselves in a situation where we have to ask ourselves – can we ever attain the objective set out in Article 2 – which is to prevent dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system? By failing to meet the objective the Convention, we may have ratified the doom of vulnerable countries.

    And if we have failed to meet the objective of the Convention, we have to confront the issue of loss and damage. Loss and damage from climate change is a reality today across the world. Developed country emissions reductions targets are dangerously low and must be raised immediately, but even if they were in line with the demand of reducing 40-50% below 1990 levels, we would still have locked-in climate change and would still need to address the issue of loss and damage.

    We find ourselves at a critical juncture and the situation is such that even the most ambitious emissions reductions by developed countries, who should have been taking the lead in combatting climate change in the past 2 decades, will not be enough to avert the crisis. It is now too late, too late to talk about the world being able to rely on Annex I countries to solve the climate crisis. We have entered a new era that demands global solidarity in order to fight climate change and ensure that pursuit of sustainable human development remains at the fore of the global community’s efforts. This is why means of implementation for developing countries is ever more crucial.

    It was the Secretary general of the UN Conference on Environment and Development, Earth Summit, Rio de Janeiro, 1992, Maurice Strong who said that “History reminds us that what is not possible today, may be inevitable tomorrow.”

    We cannot sit and stay helpless staring at this international climate stalemate. It is now time to take action. We need an emergency climate pathway.

    I speak for my delegation. But more than that, I speak for the countless people who will no longer be able to speak for themselves after perishing from the storm. I also speak for those who have been orphaned by this tragedy. I also speak for the people now racing against time to save survivors and alleviate the suffering of the people affected by the disaster.

    We can take drastic action now to ensure that we prevent a future where super typhoons are a way of life. Because we refuse, as a nation, to accept a future where super typhoons like Haiyan become a fact of life. We refuse to accept that running away from storms, evacuating our families, suffering the devastation and misery, having to count our dead, become a way of life. We simply refuse to.

    We must stop calling events like these as natural disasters. It is not natural when people continue to struggle to eradicate poverty and pursue development and gets battered by the onslaught of a monster storm now considered as the strongest storm ever to hit land. It is not natural when science already tells us that global warming will induce more intense storms. It is not natural when the human species has already profoundly changed the climate.

    Disasters are never natural. They are the intersection of factors other than physical. They are the accumulation of the constant breach of economic, social, and environmental thresholds. Most of the time disasters is a result of inequity and the poorest people of the world are at greatest risk because of their vulnerability and decades of maldevelopment, which I must assert is connected to the kind of pursuit of economic growth that dominates the world; the same kind of pursuit of so-called economic growth and unsustainable consumption that has altered the climate system.

    Now, if you will allow me, to speak on a more personal note.

    Super Typhoon Haiyan made landfall in my family’s hometown and the devastation is staggering. I struggle to find words even for the images that we see from the news coverage. I struggle to find words to describe how I feel about the losses and damages we have suffered from this cataclysm.

    Up to this hour, I agonize while waiting for word as to the fate of my very own relatives. What gives me renewed strength and great relief was when my brother succeeded in communicating with us that he has survived the onslaught. In the last two days, he has been gathering bodies of the dead with his own two hands. He is hungry and weary as food supplies find it difficult to arrive in the hardest hit areas.

    We call on this COP to pursue work until the most meaningful outcome is in sight. Until concrete pledges have been made to ensure mobilization of resources for the Green Climate Fund. Until the promise of the establishment of a loss and damage mechanism has been fulfilled; until there is assurance on finance for adaptation; until concrete pathways for reaching the committed 100 billion dollars have been made; until we see real ambition on stabilizing greenhouse gas concentrations. We must put the money where our mouths are.

    This process under the UNFCCC has been called many names. It has been called a farce. It has been called an annual carbon-intensive gathering of useless frequent flyers. It has been called many names. But it has also been called the Project to save the planet. It has been called “saving tomorrow today”. We can fix this. We can stop this madness. Right now. Right here, in the middle of this football field.

    I call on you to lead us. And let Poland be forever known as the place we truly cared to stop this madness. Can humanity rise to the occasion? I still believe we can.

    - See more at: http://www.rtcc.org/2013/11/11/its-time-to-stop-this-madness-philippines...

    Mr. President, I have the honor to speak on behalf of the resilient people of the Republic of the Philippines.

    At the onset, allow me to fully associate my delegation with the statement made by the distinguished Ambassador of the Republic of Fiji, on behalf of G77 and China as well as the statement made by Nicaragua on behalf of the Like-Minded Developing Countries.

    First and foremost, the people of the Philippines, and our delegation here for the United Nations Climate Change Convention’s 19th Conference of the Parties here in Warsaw, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your expression of sympathy to my country in the face of this national difficulty.

    In the midst of this tragedy, the delegation of the Philippines is comforted by the warm hospitality of Poland, with your people offering us warm smiles everywhere we go. Hotel staff and people on the streets, volunteers and personnel within the National Stadium have warmly offered us kind words of sympathy. So, thank you Poland.

    The arrangements you have made for this COP is also most excellent and we highly appreciate the tremendous effort you have put into the preparations for this important gathering.

    We also thank all of you, friends and colleagues in this hall and from all corners of the world as you stand beside us in this difficult time. I thank all countries and governments who have extended your solidarity and for offering assistance to the Philippines. I thank the youth present here and the billions of young people around the world who stand steadfast behind my delegation and who are watching us shape their future. I thank civil society, both who are working on the ground as we race against time in the hardest hit areas, and those who are here in Warsaw prodding us to have a sense of urgency and ambition. We are deeply moved by this manifestation of human solidarity. This outpouring of support proves to us that as a human race, we can unite; that as a species, we care.

    It was barely 11 months ago in Doha when my delegation appealed to the world… to open our eyes to the stark reality that we face… as then we confronted a catastrophic storm that resulted in the costliest disaster in Philippine history. Less than a year hence, we cannot imagine that a disaster much bigger would come. With an apparent cruel twist of fate, my country is being tested by this hellstorm called Super Typhoon Haiyan, which has been described by experts as the strongest typhoon that has ever made landfall in the course of recorded human history. It was so strong that if there was a Category 6, it would have fallen squarely in that box. Up to this hour, we remain uncertain as to the full extent of the devastation, as information trickles in in an agonizingly slow manner because electricity lines and communication lines have been cut off and may take a while before these are restored. The initial assessment show that Haiyan left a wake of massive devastation that is unprecedented, unthinkable and horrific, affecting 2/3 of the Philippines, with about half a million people now rendered homeless, and with scenes reminiscent of the aftermath of a tsunami, with a vast wasteland of mud and debris and dead bodies. According to satellite estimates, the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration also estimated that Haiyan achieved a minimum pressure between around 860 mbar (hPa; 25.34 inHg) and the Joint Typhoon Warning Center estimated Haiyan to have attained one-minute sustained winds of 315 km/h (195 mph) and gusts up to 378 km/h (235 mph) making it the strongest typhoon in modern recorded history. Despite the massive efforts that my country had exerted in preparing for the onslaught of this monster of a storm, it was just a force too powerful and even as a nation familiar with storms, Super Typhoon Haiyan was nothing we have ever experienced before, or perhaps nothing that any country has every experienced before.

    The picture in the aftermath is ever so slowly coming into clearer focus. The devastation is colossal. And as if this is not enough, another storm is brewing again in the warm waters of the western Pacific. I shudder at the thought of another typhoon hitting the same places where people have not yet even managed to begin standing up.

    To anyone who continues to deny the reality that is climate change, I dare you to get off your ivory tower and away from the comfort of you armchair. I dare you to go to the islands of the Pacific, the islands of the Caribbean and the islands of the Indian ocean and see the impacts of rising sea levels; to the mountainous regions of the Himalayas and the Andes to see communities confronting glacial floods, to the Arctic where communities grapple with the fast dwindling polar ice caps, to the large deltas of the Mekong, the Ganges, the Amazon, and the Nile where lives and livelihoods are drowned, to the hills of Central America that confronts similar monstrous hurricanes, to the vast savannas of Africa where climate change has likewise become a matter of life and death as food and water becomes scarce. Not to forget the massive hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico and the eastern seaboard of North America. And if that is not enough, you may want to pay a visit to the Philippines right now.

    The science has given us a picture that has become much more in focus. The IPCC report on climate change and extreme events underscored the risks associated with changes in the patterns as well as frequency of extreme weather events. Science tells us that simply, climate change will mean more intense tropical storms. As the Earth warms up, that would include the oceans. The energy that is stored in the waters off the Philippines will increase the intensity of typhoons and the trend we now see is that more destructive storms will be the new norm.

    This will have profound implications on many of our communities, especially who struggle against the twin challenges of the development crisis and the climate change crisis. Typhoons such as Yolanda (Haiyan) and its impacts represent a sobering reminder to the international community that we cannot afford to procrastinate on climate action. Warsaw must deliver on enhancing ambition and should muster the political will to address climate change.

    In Doha, we asked “If not us then who? If not now, then when? If not here, then where?” (borrowed from Philippine student leader Ditto Sarmiento during Martial Law). It may have fell on deaf ears. But here in Warsaw, we may very well ask these same forthright questions. “If not us, then who? If not now, then when? If not here in Warsaw, where?”

    What my country is going through as a result of this extreme climate event is madness. The climate crisis is madness.

    We can stop this madness. Right here in Warsaw.

    It is the 19th COP, but we might as well stop counting, because my country refuses to accept that a COP30 or a COP40 will be needed to solve climate change. And because it seems that despite the significant gains we have had since the UNFCCC was born, 20 years hence we continue to fail in fulfilling the ultimate objective of the Convention.  Now, we find ourselves in a situation where we have to ask ourselves – can we ever attain the objective set out in Article 2 – which is to prevent dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system? By failing to meet the objective the Convention, we may have ratified the doom of vulnerable countries.

    And if we have failed to meet the objective of the Convention, we have to confront the issue of loss and damage. Loss and damage from climate change is a reality today across the world. Developed country emissions reductions targets are dangerously low and must be raised immediately, but even if they were in line with the demand of reducing 40-50% below 1990 levels, we would still have locked-in climate change and would still need to address the issue of loss and damage.

    We find ourselves at a critical juncture and the situation is such that even the most ambitious emissions reductions by developed countries, who should have been taking the lead in combatting climate change in the past 2 decades, will not be enough to avert the crisis. It is now too late, too late to talk about the world being able to rely on Annex I countries to solve the climate crisis. We have entered a new era that demands global solidarity in order to fight climate change and ensure that pursuit of sustainable human development remains at the fore of the global community’s efforts. This is why means of implementation for developing countries is ever more crucial.

    It was the Secretary general of the UN Conference on Environment and Development, Earth Summit, Rio de Janeiro, 1992, Maurice Strong who said that “History reminds us that what is not possible today, may be inevitable tomorrow.”

    We cannot sit and stay helpless staring at this international climate stalemate. It is now time to take action. We need an emergency climate pathway.

    I speak for my delegation. But more than that, I speak for the countless people who will no longer be able to speak for themselves after perishing from the storm. I also speak for those who have been orphaned by this tragedy. I also speak for the people now racing against time to save survivors and alleviate the suffering of the people affected by the disaster.

    We can take drastic action now to ensure that we prevent a future where super typhoons are a way of life. Because we refuse, as a nation, to accept a future where super typhoons like Haiyan become a fact of life. We refuse to accept that running away from storms, evacuating our families, suffering the devastation and misery, having to count our dead, become a way of life. We simply refuse to.

    We must stop calling events like these as natural disasters. It is not natural when people continue to struggle to eradicate poverty and pursue development and gets battered by the onslaught of a monster storm now considered as the strongest storm ever to hit land. It is not natural when science already tells us that global warming will induce more intense storms. It is not natural when the human species has already profoundly changed the climate.

    Disasters are never natural. They are the intersection of factors other than physical. They are the accumulation of the constant breach of economic, social, and environmental thresholds. Most of the time disasters is a result of inequity and the poorest people of the world are at greatest risk because of their vulnerability and decades of maldevelopment, which I must assert is connected to the kind of pursuit of economic growth that dominates the world; the same kind of pursuit of so-called economic growth and unsustainable consumption that has altered the climate system.

    Now, if you will allow me, to speak on a more personal note.

    Super Typhoon Haiyan made landfall in my family’s hometown and the devastation is staggering. I struggle to find words even for the images that we see from the news coverage. I struggle to find words to describe how I feel about the losses and damages we have suffered from this cataclysm.

    Up to this hour, I agonize while waiting for word as to the fate of my very own relatives. What gives me renewed strength and great relief was when my brother succeeded in communicating with us that he has survived the onslaught. In the last two days, he has been gathering bodies of the dead with his own two hands. He is hungry and weary as food supplies find it difficult to arrive in the hardest hit areas.

    We call on this COP to pursue work until the most meaningful outcome is in sight. Until concrete pledges have been made to ensure mobilization of resources for the Green Climate Fund. Until the promise of the establishment of a loss and damage mechanism has been fulfilled; until there is assurance on finance for adaptation; until concrete pathways for reaching the committed 100 billion dollars have been made; until we see real ambition on stabilizing greenhouse gas concentrations. We must put the money where our mouths are.

    This process under the UNFCCC has been called many names. It has been called a farce. It has been called an annual carbon-intensive gathering of useless frequent flyers. It has been called many names. But it has also been called the Project to save the planet. It has been called “saving tomorrow today”. We can fix this. We can stop this madness. Right now. Right here, in the middle of this football field.

    I call on you to lead us. And let Poland be forever known as the place we truly cared to stop this madness. Can humanity rise to the occasion? I still believe we can.

    - See more at: http://www.rtcc.org/2013/11/11/its-time-to-stop-this-madness-philippines-plea-at-un-climate-talks/#sthash.TYlrJ6Lg.dpuf

    Mr. President, I have the honor to speak on behalf of the resilient people of the Republic of the Philippines.

    At the onset, allow me to fully associate my delegation with the statement made by the distinguished Ambassador of the Republic of Fiji, on behalf of G77 and China as well as the statement made by Nicaragua on behalf of the Like-Minded Developing Countries.

    First and foremost, the people of the Philippines, and our delegation here for the United Nations Climate Change Convention’s 19th Conference of the Parties here in Warsaw, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your expression of sympathy to my country in the face of this national difficulty.

    In the midst of this tragedy, the delegation of the Philippines is comforted by the warm hospitality of Poland, with your people offering us warm smiles everywhere we go. Hotel staff and people on the streets, volunteers and personnel within the National Stadium have warmly offered us kind words of sympathy. So, thank you Poland.

    The arrangements you have made for this COP is also most excellent and we highly appreciate the tremendous effort you have put into the preparations for this important gathering.

    We also thank all of you, friends and colleagues in this hall and from all corners of the world as you stand beside us in this difficult time. I thank all countries and governments who have extended your solidarity and for offering assistance to the Philippines. I thank the youth present here and the billions of young people around the world who stand steadfast behind my delegation and who are watching us shape their future. I thank civil society, both who are working on the ground as we race against time in the hardest hit areas, and those who are here in Warsaw prodding us to have a sense of urgency and ambition. We are deeply moved by this manifestation of human solidarity. This outpouring of support proves to us that as a human race, we can unite; that as a species, we care.

    It was barely 11 months ago in Doha when my delegation appealed to the world… to open our eyes to the stark reality that we face… as then we confronted a catastrophic storm that resulted in the costliest disaster in Philippine history. Less than a year hence, we cannot imagine that a disaster much bigger would come. With an apparent cruel twist of fate, my country is being tested by this hellstorm called Super Typhoon Haiyan, which has been described by experts as the strongest typhoon that has ever made landfall in the course of recorded human history. It was so strong that if there was a Category 6, it would have fallen squarely in that box. Up to this hour, we remain uncertain as to the full extent of the devastation, as information trickles in in an agonizingly slow manner because electricity lines and communication lines have been cut off and may take a while before these are restored. The initial assessment show that Haiyan left a wake of massive devastation that is unprecedented, unthinkable and horrific, affecting 2/3 of the Philippines, with about half a million people now rendered homeless, and with scenes reminiscent of the aftermath of a tsunami, with a vast wasteland of mud and debris and dead bodies. According to satellite estimates, the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration also estimated that Haiyan achieved a minimum pressure between around 860 mbar (hPa; 25.34 inHg) and the Joint Typhoon Warning Center estimated Haiyan to have attained one-minute sustained winds of 315 km/h (195 mph) and gusts up to 378 km/h (235 mph) making it the strongest typhoon in modern recorded history. Despite the massive efforts that my country had exerted in preparing for the onslaught of this monster of a storm, it was just a force too powerful and even as a nation familiar with storms, Super Typhoon Haiyan was nothing we have ever experienced before, or perhaps nothing that any country has every experienced before.

    The picture in the aftermath is ever so slowly coming into clearer focus. The devastation is colossal. And as if this is not enough, another storm is brewing again in the warm waters of the western Pacific. I shudder at the thought of another typhoon hitting the same places where people have not yet even managed to begin standing up.

    To anyone who continues to deny the reality that is climate change, I dare you to get off your ivory tower and away from the comfort of you armchair. I dare you to go to the islands of the Pacific, the islands of the Caribbean and the islands of the Indian ocean and see the impacts of rising sea levels; to the mountainous regions of the Himalayas and the Andes to see communities confronting glacial floods, to the Arctic where communities grapple with the fast dwindling polar ice caps, to the large deltas of the Mekong, the Ganges, the Amazon, and the Nile where lives and livelihoods are drowned, to the hills of Central America that confronts similar monstrous hurricanes, to the vast savannas of Africa where climate change has likewise become a matter of life and death as food and water becomes scarce. Not to forget the massive hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico and the eastern seaboard of North America. And if that is not enough, you may want to pay a visit to the Philippines right now.

    The science has given us a picture that has become much more in focus. The IPCC report on climate change and extreme events underscored the risks associated with changes in the patterns as well as frequency of extreme weather events. Science tells us that simply, climate change will mean more intense tropical storms. As the Earth warms up, that would include the oceans. The energy that is stored in the waters off the Philippines will increase the intensity of typhoons and the trend we now see is that more destructive storms will be the new norm.

    This will have profound implications on many of our communities, especially who struggle against the twin challenges of the development crisis and the climate change crisis. Typhoons such as Yolanda (Haiyan) and its impacts represent a sobering reminder to the international community that we cannot afford to procrastinate on climate action. Warsaw must deliver on enhancing ambition and should muster the political will to address climate change.

    In Doha, we asked “If not us then who? If not now, then when? If not here, then where?” (borrowed from Philippine student leader Ditto Sarmiento during Martial Law). It may have fell on deaf ears. But here in Warsaw, we may very well ask these same forthright questions. “If not us, then who? If not now, then when? If not here in Warsaw, where?”

    What my country is going through as a result of this extreme climate event is madness. The climate crisis is madness.

    We can stop this madness. Right here in Warsaw.

    It is the 19th COP, but we might as well stop counting, because my country refuses to accept that a COP30 or a COP40 will be needed to solve climate change. And because it seems that despite the significant gains we have had since the UNFCCC was born, 20 years hence we continue to fail in fulfilling the ultimate objective of the Convention.  Now, we find ourselves in a situation where we have to ask ourselves – can we ever attain the objective set out in Article 2 – which is to prevent dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system? By failing to meet the objective the Convention, we may have ratified the doom of vulnerable countries.

    And if we have failed to meet the objective of the Convention, we have to confront the issue of loss and damage. Loss and damage from climate change is a reality today across the world. Developed country emissions reductions targets are dangerously low and must be raised immediately, but even if they were in line with the demand of reducing 40-50% below 1990 levels, we would still have locked-in climate change and would still need to address the issue of loss and damage.

    We find ourselves at a critical juncture and the situation is such that even the most ambitious emissions reductions by developed countries, who should have been taking the lead in combatting climate change in the past 2 decades, will not be enough to avert the crisis. It is now too late, too late to talk about the world being able to rely on Annex I countries to solve the climate crisis. We have entered a new era that demands global solidarity in order to fight climate change and ensure that pursuit of sustainable human development remains at the fore of the global community’s efforts. This is why means of implementation for developing countries is ever more crucial.

    It was the Secretary general of the UN Conference on Environment and Development, Earth Summit, Rio de Janeiro, 1992, Maurice Strong who said that “History reminds us that what is not possible today, may be inevitable tomorrow.”

    We cannot sit and stay helpless staring at this international climate stalemate. It is now time to take action. We need an emergency climate pathway.

    I speak for my delegation. But more than that, I speak for the countless people who will no longer be able to speak for themselves after perishing from the storm. I also speak for those who have been orphaned by this tragedy. I also speak for the people now racing against time to save survivors and alleviate the suffering of the people affected by the disaster.

    We can take drastic action now to ensure that we prevent a future where super typhoons are a way of life. Because we refuse, as a nation, to accept a future where super typhoons like Haiyan become a fact of life. We refuse to accept that running away from storms, evacuating our families, suffering the devastation and misery, having to count our dead, become a way of life. We simply refuse to.

    We must stop calling events like these as natural disasters. It is not natural when people continue to struggle to eradicate poverty and pursue development and gets battered by the onslaught of a monster storm now considered as the strongest storm ever to hit land. It is not natural when science already tells us that global warming will induce more intense storms. It is not natural when the human species has already profoundly changed the climate.

    Disasters are never natural. They are the intersection of factors other than physical. They are the accumulation of the constant breach of economic, social, and environmental thresholds. Most of the time disasters is a result of inequity and the poorest people of the world are at greatest risk because of their vulnerability and decades of maldevelopment, which I must assert is connected to the kind of pursuit of economic growth that dominates the world; the same kind of pursuit of so-called economic growth and unsustainable consumption that has altered the climate system.

    Now, if you will allow me, to speak on a more personal note.

    Super Typhoon Haiyan made landfall in my family’s hometown and the devastation is staggering. I struggle to find words even for the images that we see from the news coverage. I struggle to find words to describe how I feel about the losses and damages we have suffered from this cataclysm.

    Up to this hour, I agonize while waiting for word as to the fate of my very own relatives. What gives me renewed strength and great relief was when my brother succeeded in communicating with us that he has survived the onslaught. In the last two days, he has been gathering bodies of the dead with his own two hands. He is hungry and weary as food supplies find it difficult to arrive in the hardest hit areas.

    We call on this COP to pursue work until the most meaningful outcome is in sight. Until concrete pledges have been made to ensure mobilization of resources for the Green Climate Fund. Until the promise of the establishment of a loss and damage mechanism has been fulfilled; until there is assurance on finance for adaptation; until concrete pathways for reaching the committed 100 billion dollars have been made; until we see real ambition on stabilizing greenhouse gas concentrations. We must put the money where our mouths are.

    This process under the UNFCCC has been called many names. It has been called a farce. It has been called an annual carbon-intensive gathering of useless frequent flyers. It has been called many names. But it has also been called the Project to save the planet. It has been called “saving tomorrow today”. We can fix this. We can stop this madness. Right now. Right here, in the middle of this football field.

    I call on you to lead us. And let Poland be forever known as the place we truly cared to stop this madness. Can humanity rise to the occasion? I still believe we can.

    Update

    During his speech, Sano added an unscripted pledge to fast during the conference, until meaningful progress had been made. He said:

    “In solidarity with my countrymen who are struggling to find food back home and with my brother who has not had food for the last three days, in all due respect Mr. President, and I mean no disrespect for your kind hospitality, I will now commence a voluntary fasting for the climate. This means I will voluntarily refrain from eating food during this COP until a meaningful outcome is in sight.”

    - See more at: http://www.rtcc.org/2013/11/11/its-time-to-stop-this-madness-philippines-plea-at-un-climate-talks/#sthash.TYlrJ6Lg.dpuf

    Mr. President, I have the honor to speak on behalf of the resilient people of the Republic of the Philippines.

    At the onset, allow me to fully associate my delegation with the statement made by the distinguished Ambassador of the Republic of Fiji, on behalf of G77 and China as well as the statement made by Nicaragua on behalf of the Like-Minded Developing Countries.

    First and foremost, the people of the Philippines, and our delegation here for the United Nations Climate Change Convention’s 19th Conference of the Parties here in Warsaw, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your expression of sympathy to my country in the face of this national difficulty.

    In the midst of this tragedy, the delegation of the Philippines is comforted by the warm hospitality of Poland, with your people offering us warm smiles everywhere we go. Hotel staff and people on the streets, volunteers and personnel within the National Stadium have warmly offered us kind words of sympathy. So, thank you Poland.

    The arrangements you have made for this COP is also most excellent and we highly appreciate the tremendous effort you have put into the preparations for this important gathering.

    We also thank all of you, friends and colleagues in this hall and from all corners of the world as you stand beside us in this difficult time. I thank all countries and governments who have extended your solidarity and for offering assistance to the Philippines. I thank the youth present here and the billions of young people around the world who stand steadfast behind my delegation and who are watching us shape their future. I thank civil society, both who are working on the ground as we race against time in the hardest hit areas, and those who are here in Warsaw prodding us to have a sense of urgency and ambition. We are deeply moved by this manifestation of human solidarity. This outpouring of support proves to us that as a human race, we can unite; that as a species, we care.

    It was barely 11 months ago in Doha when my delegation appealed to the world… to open our eyes to the stark reality that we face… as then we confronted a catastrophic storm that resulted in the costliest disaster in Philippine history. Less than a year hence, we cannot imagine that a disaster much bigger would come. With an apparent cruel twist of fate, my country is being tested by this hellstorm called Super Typhoon Haiyan, which has been described by experts as the strongest typhoon that has ever made landfall in the course of recorded human history. It was so strong that if there was a Category 6, it would have fallen squarely in that box. Up to this hour, we remain uncertain as to the full extent of the devastation, as information trickles in in an agonizingly slow manner because electricity lines and communication lines have been cut off and may take a while before these are restored. The initial assessment show that Haiyan left a wake of massive devastation that is unprecedented, unthinkable and horrific, affecting 2/3 of the Philippines, with about half a million people now rendered homeless, and with scenes reminiscent of the aftermath of a tsunami, with a vast wasteland of mud and debris and dead bodies. According to satellite estimates, the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration also estimated that Haiyan achieved a minimum pressure between around 860 mbar (hPa; 25.34 inHg) and the Joint Typhoon Warning Center estimated Haiyan to have attained one-minute sustained winds of 315 km/h (195 mph) and gusts up to 378 km/h (235 mph) making it the strongest typhoon in modern recorded history. Despite the massive efforts that my country had exerted in preparing for the onslaught of this monster of a storm, it was just a force too powerful and even as a nation familiar with storms, Super Typhoon Haiyan was nothing we have ever experienced before, or perhaps nothing that any country has every experienced before.

    The picture in the aftermath is ever so slowly coming into clearer focus. The devastation is colossal. And as if this is not enough, another storm is brewing again in the warm waters of the western Pacific. I shudder at the thought of another typhoon hitting the same places where people have not yet even managed to begin standing up.

    To anyone who continues to deny the reality that is climate change, I dare you to get off your ivory tower and away from the comfort of you armchair. I dare you to go to the islands of the Pacific, the islands of the Caribbean and the islands of the Indian ocean and see the impacts of rising sea levels; to the mountainous regions of the Himalayas and the Andes to see communities confronting glacial floods, to the Arctic where communities grapple with the fast dwindling polar ice caps, to the large deltas of the Mekong, the Ganges, the Amazon, and the Nile where lives and livelihoods are drowned, to the hills of Central America that confronts similar monstrous hurricanes, to the vast savannas of Africa where climate change has likewise become a matter of life and death as food and water becomes scarce. Not to forget the massive hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico and the eastern seaboard of North America. And if that is not enough, you may want to pay a visit to the Philippines right now.

    The science has given us a picture that has become much more in focus. The IPCC report on climate change and extreme events underscored the risks associated with changes in the patterns as well as frequency of extreme weather events. Science tells us that simply, climate change will mean more intense tropical storms. As the Earth warms up, that would include the oceans. The energy that is stored in the waters off the Philippines will increase the intensity of typhoons and the trend we now see is that more destructive storms will be the new norm.

    This will have profound implications on many of our communities, especially who struggle against the twin challenges of the development crisis and the climate change crisis. Typhoons such as Yolanda (Haiyan) and its impacts represent a sobering reminder to the international community that we cannot afford to procrastinate on climate action. Warsaw must deliver on enhancing ambition and should muster the political will to address climate change.

    In Doha, we asked “If not us then who? If not now, then when? If not here, then where?” (borrowed from Philippine student leader Ditto Sarmiento during Martial Law). It may have fell on deaf ears. But here in Warsaw, we may very well ask these same forthright questions. “If not us, then who? If not now, then when? If not here in Warsaw, where?”

    What my country is going through as a result of this extreme climate event is madness. The climate crisis is madness.

    We can stop this madness. Right here in Warsaw.

    It is the 19th COP, but we might as well stop counting, because my country refuses to accept that a COP30 or a COP40 will be needed to solve climate change. And because it seems that despite the significant gains we have had since the UNFCCC was born, 20 years hence we continue to fail in fulfilling the ultimate objective of the Convention.  Now, we find ourselves in a situation where we have to ask ourselves – can we ever attain the objective set out in Article 2 – which is to prevent dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system? By failing to meet the objective the Convention, we may have ratified the doom of vulnerable countries.

    And if we have failed to meet the objective of the Convention, we have to confront the issue of loss and damage. Loss and damage from climate change is a reality today across the world. Developed country emissions reductions targets are dangerously low and must be raised immediately, but even if they were in line with the demand of reducing 40-50% below 1990 levels, we would still have locked-in climate change and would still need to address the issue of loss and damage.

    We find ourselves at a critical juncture and the situation is such that even the most ambitious emissions reductions by developed countries, who should have been taking the lead in combatting climate change in the past 2 decades, will not be enough to avert the crisis. It is now too late, too late to talk about the world being able to rely on Annex I countries to solve the climate crisis. We have entered a new era that demands global solidarity in order to fight climate change and ensure that pursuit of sustainable human development remains at the fore of the global community’s efforts. This is why means of implementation for developing countries is ever more crucial.

    It was the Secretary general of the UN Conference on Environment and Development, Earth Summit, Rio de Janeiro, 1992, Maurice Strong who said that “History reminds us that what is not possible today, may be inevitable tomorrow.”

    We cannot sit and stay helpless staring at this international climate stalemate. It is now time to take action. We need an emergency climate pathway.

    I speak for my delegation. But more than that, I speak for the countless people who will no longer be able to speak for themselves after perishing from the storm. I also speak for those who have been orphaned by this tragedy. I also speak for the people now racing against time to save survivors and alleviate the suffering of the people affected by the disaster.

    We can take drastic action now to ensure that we prevent a future where super typhoons are a way of life. Because we refuse, as a nation, to accept a future where super typhoons like Haiyan become a fact of life. We refuse to accept that running away from storms, evacuating our families, suffering the devastation and misery, having to count our dead, become a way of life. We simply refuse to.

    We must stop calling events like these as natural disasters. It is not natural when people continue to struggle to eradicate poverty and pursue development and gets battered by the onslaught of a monster storm now considered as the strongest storm ever to hit land. It is not natural when science already tells us that global warming will induce more intense storms. It is not natural when the human species has already profoundly changed the climate.

    Disasters are never natural. They are the intersection of factors other than physical. They are the accumulation of the constant breach of economic, social, and environmental thresholds. Most of the time disasters is a result of inequity and the poorest people of the world are at greatest risk because of their vulnerability and decades of maldevelopment, which I must assert is connected to the kind of pursuit of economic growth that dominates the world; the same kind of pursuit of so-called economic growth and unsustainable consumption that has altered the climate system.

    Now, if you will allow me, to speak on a more personal note.

    Super Typhoon Haiyan made landfall in my family’s hometown and the devastation is staggering. I struggle to find words even for the images that we see from the news coverage. I struggle to find words to describe how I feel about the losses and damages we have suffered from this cataclysm.

    Up to this hour, I agonize while waiting for word as to the fate of my very own relatives. What gives me renewed strength and great relief was when my brother succeeded in communicating with us that he has survived the onslaught. In the last two days, he has been gathering bodies of the dead with his own two hands. He is hungry and weary as food supplies find it difficult to arrive in the hardest hit areas.

    We call on this COP to pursue work until the most meaningful outcome is in sight. Until concrete pledges have been made to ensure mobilization of resources for the Green Climate Fund. Until the promise of the establishment of a loss and damage mechanism has been fulfilled; until there is assurance on finance for adaptation; until concrete pathways for reaching the committed 100 billion dollars have been made; until we see real ambition on stabilizing greenhouse gas concentrations. We must put the money where our mouths are.

    This process under the UNFCCC has been called many names. It has been called a farce. It has been called an annual carbon-intensive gathering of useless frequent flyers. It has been called many names. But it has also been called the Project to save the planet. It has been called “saving tomorrow today”. We can fix this. We can stop this madness. Right now. Right here, in the middle of this football field.

    I call on you to lead us. And let Poland be forever known as the place we truly cared to stop this madness. Can humanity rise to the occasion? I still believe we can.

    Update

    During his speech, Sano added an unscripted pledge to fast during the conference, until meaningful progress had been made. He said:

    “In solidarity with my countrymen who are struggling to find food back home and with my brother who has not had food for the last three days, in all due respect Mr. President, and I mean no disrespect for your kind hospitality, I will now commence a voluntary fasting for the climate. This means I will voluntarily refrain from eating food during this COP until a meaningful outcome is in sight.”

    - See more at: http://www.rtcc.org/2013/11/11/its-time-to-stop-this-madness-philippines-plea-at-un-climate-talks/#sthash.TYlrJ6Lg.dpuf

    Mr. President, I have the honor to speak on behalf of the resilient people of the Republic of the Philippines.

    At the onset, allow me to fully associate my delegation with the statement made by the distinguished Ambassador of the Republic of Fiji, on behalf of G77 and China as well as the statement made by Nicaragua on behalf of the Like-Minded Developing Countries.

    First and foremost, the people of the Philippines, and our delegation here for the United Nations Climate Change Convention’s 19th Conference of the Parties here in Warsaw, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your expression of sympathy to my country in the face of this national difficulty.

    In the midst of this tragedy, the delegation of the Philippines is comforted by the warm hospitality of Poland, with your people offering us warm smiles everywhere we go. Hotel staff and people on the streets, volunteers and personnel within the National Stadium have warmly offered us kind words of sympathy. So, thank you Poland.

    The arrangements you have made for this COP is also most excellent and we highly appreciate the tremendous effort you have put into the preparations for this important gathering.

    We also thank all of you, friends and colleagues in this hall and from all corners of the world as you stand beside us in this difficult time. I thank all countries and governments who have extended your solidarity and for offering assistance to the Philippines. I thank the youth present here and the billions of young people around the world who stand steadfast behind my delegation and who are watching us shape their future. I thank civil society, both who are working on the ground as we race against time in the hardest hit areas, and those who are here in Warsaw prodding us to have a sense of urgency and ambition. We are deeply moved by this manifestation of human solidarity. This outpouring of support proves to us that as a human race, we can unite; that as a species, we care.

    It was barely 11 months ago in Doha when my delegation appealed to the world… to open our eyes to the stark reality that we face… as then we confronted a catastrophic storm that resulted in the costliest disaster in Philippine history. Less than a year hence, we cannot imagine that a disaster much bigger would come. With an apparent cruel twist of fate, my country is being tested by this hellstorm called Super Typhoon Haiyan, which has been described by experts as the strongest typhoon that has ever made landfall in the course of recorded human history. It was so strong that if there was a Category 6, it would have fallen squarely in that box. Up to this hour, we remain uncertain as to the full extent of the devastation, as information trickles in in an agonizingly slow manner because electricity lines and communication lines have been cut off and may take a while before these are restored. The initial assessment show that Haiyan left a wake of massive devastation that is unprecedented, unthinkable and horrific, affecting 2/3 of the Philippines, with about half a million people now rendered homeless, and with scenes reminiscent of the aftermath of a tsunami, with a vast wasteland of mud and debris and dead bodies. According to satellite estimates, the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration also estimated that Haiyan achieved a minimum pressure between around 860 mbar (hPa; 25.34 inHg) and the Joint Typhoon Warning Center estimated Haiyan to have attained one-minute sustained winds of 315 km/h (195 mph) and gusts up to 378 km/h (235 mph) making it the strongest typhoon in modern recorded history. Despite the massive efforts that my country had exerted in preparing for the onslaught of this monster of a storm, it was just a force too powerful and even as a nation familiar with storms, Super Typhoon Haiyan was nothing we have ever experienced before, or perhaps nothing that any country has every experienced before.

    The picture in the aftermath is ever so slowly coming into clearer focus. The devastation is colossal. And as if this is not enough, another storm is brewing again in the warm waters of the western Pacific. I shudder at the thought of another typhoon hitting the same places where people have not yet even managed to begin standing up.

    To anyone who continues to deny the reality that is climate change, I dare you to get off your ivory tower and away from the comfort of you armchair. I dare you to go to the islands of the Pacific, the islands of the Caribbean and the islands of the Indian ocean and see the impacts of rising sea levels; to the mountainous regions of the Himalayas and the Andes to see communities confronting glacial floods, to the Arctic where communities grapple with the fast dwindling polar ice caps, to the large deltas of the Mekong, the Ganges, the Amazon, and the Nile where lives and livelihoods are drowned, to the hills of Central America that confronts similar monstrous hurricanes, to the vast savannas of Africa where climate change has likewise become a matter of life and death as food and water becomes scarce. Not to forget the massive hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico and the eastern seaboard of North America. And if that is not enough, you may want to pay a visit to the Philippines right now.

    The science has given us a picture that has become much more in focus. The IPCC report on climate change and extreme events underscored the risks associated with changes in the patterns as well as frequency of extreme weather events. Science tells us that simply, climate change will mean more intense tropical storms. As the Earth warms up, that would include the oceans. The energy that is stored in the waters off the Philippines will increase the intensity of typhoons and the trend we now see is that more destructive storms will be the new norm.

    This will have profound implications on many of our communities, especially who struggle against the twin challenges of the development crisis and the climate change crisis. Typhoons such as Yolanda (Haiyan) and its impacts represent a sobering reminder to the international community that we cannot afford to procrastinate on climate action. Warsaw must deliver on enhancing ambition and should muster the political will to address climate change.

    In Doha, we asked “If not us then who? If not now, then when? If not here, then where?” (borrowed from Philippine student leader Ditto Sarmiento during Martial Law). It may have fell on deaf ears. But here in Warsaw, we may very well ask these same forthright questions. “If not us, then who? If not now, then when? If not here in Warsaw, where?”

    What my country is going through as a result of this extreme climate event is madness. The climate crisis is madness.

    We can stop this madness. Right here in Warsaw.

    It is the 19th COP, but we might as well stop counting, because my country refuses to accept that a COP30 or a COP40 will be needed to solve climate change. And because it seems that despite the significant gains we have had since the UNFCCC was born, 20 years hence we continue to fail in fulfilling the ultimate objective of the Convention.  Now, we find ourselves in a situation where we have to ask ourselves – can we ever attain the objective set out in Article 2 – which is to prevent dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system? By failing to meet the objective the Convention, we may have ratified the doom of vulnerable countries.

    And if we have failed to meet the objective of the Convention, we have to confront the issue of loss and damage. Loss and damage from climate change is a reality today across the world. Developed country emissions reductions targets are dangerously low and must be raised immediately, but even if they were in line with the demand of reducing 40-50% below 1990 levels, we would still have locked-in climate change and would still need to address the issue of loss and damage.

    We find ourselves at a critical juncture and the situation is such that even the most ambitious emissions reductions by developed countries, who should have been taking the lead in combatting climate change in the past 2 decades, will not be enough to avert the crisis. It is now too late, too late to talk about the world being able to rely on Annex I countries to solve the climate crisis. We have entered a new era that demands global solidarity in order to fight climate change and ensure that pursuit of sustainable human development remains at the fore of the global community’s efforts. This is why means of implementation for developing countries is ever more crucial.

    It was the Secretary general of the UN Conference on Environment and Development, Earth Summit, Rio de Janeiro, 1992, Maurice Strong who said that “History reminds us that what is not possible today, may be inevitable tomorrow.”

    We cannot sit and stay helpless staring at this international climate stalemate. It is now time to take action. We need an emergency climate pathway.

    I speak for my delegation. But more than that, I speak for the countless people who will no longer be able to speak for themselves after perishing from the storm. I also speak for those who have been orphaned by this tragedy. I also speak for the people now racing against time to save survivors and alleviate the suffering of the people affected by the disaster.

    We can take drastic action now to ensure that we prevent a future where super typhoons are a way of life. Because we refuse, as a nation, to accept a future where super typhoons like Haiyan become a fact of life. We refuse to accept that running away from storms, evacuating our families, suffering the devastation and misery, having to count our dead, become a way of life. We simply refuse to.

    We must stop calling events like these as natural disasters. It is not natural when people continue to struggle to eradicate poverty and pursue development and gets battered by the onslaught of a monster storm now considered as the strongest storm ever to hit land. It is not natural when science already tells us that global warming will induce more intense storms. It is not natural when the human species has already profoundly changed the climate.

    Disasters are never natural. They are the intersection of factors other than physical. They are the accumulation of the constant breach of economic, social, and environmental thresholds. Most of the time disasters is a result of inequity and the poorest people of the world are at greatest risk because of their vulnerability and decades of maldevelopment, which I must assert is connected to the kind of pursuit of economic growth that dominates the world; the same kind of pursuit of so-called economic growth and unsustainable consumption that has altered the climate system.

    Now, if you will allow me, to speak on a more personal note.

    Super Typhoon Haiyan made landfall in my family’s hometown and the devastation is staggering. I struggle to find words even for the images that we see from the news coverage. I struggle to find words to describe how I feel about the losses and damages we have suffered from this cataclysm.

    Up to this hour, I agonize while waiting for word as to the fate of my very own relatives. What gives me renewed strength and great relief was when my brother succeeded in communicating with us that he has survived the onslaught. In the last two days, he has been gathering bodies of the dead with his own two hands. He is hungry and weary as food supplies find it difficult to arrive in the hardest hit areas.

    We call on this COP to pursue work until the most meaningful outcome is in sight. Until concrete pledges have been made to ensure mobilization of resources for the Green Climate Fund. Until the promise of the establishment of a loss and damage mechanism has been fulfilled; until there is assurance on finance for adaptation; until concrete pathways for reaching the committed 100 billion dollars have been made; until we see real ambition on stabilizing greenhouse gas concentrations. We must put the money where our mouths are.

    This process under the UNFCCC has been called many names. It has been called a farce. It has been called an annual carbon-intensive gathering of useless frequent flyers. It has been called many names. But it has also been called the Project to save the planet. It has been called “saving tomorrow today”. We can fix this. We can stop this madness. Right now. Right here, in the middle of this football field.

    I call on you to lead us. And let Poland be forever known as the place we truly cared to stop this madness. Can humanity rise to the occasion? I still believe we can.

    Update

    During his speech, Sano added an unscripted pledge to fast during the conference, until meaningful progress had been made. He said:

    “In solidarity with my countrymen who are struggling to find food back home and with my brother who has not had food for the last three days, in all due respect Mr. President, and I mean no disrespect for your kind hospitality, I will now commence a voluntary fasting for the climate. This means I will voluntarily refrain from eating food during this COP until a meaningful outcome is in sight.”

    - See more at: http://www.rtcc.org/2013/11/11/its-time-to-stop-this-madness-philippines-plea-at-un-climate-talks/#sthash.TYlrJ6Lg.dpuf

    Mr. President, I have the honor to speak on behalf of the resilient people of the Republic of the Philippines.

    At the onset, allow me to fully associate my delegation with the statement made by the distinguished Ambassador of the Republic of Fiji, on behalf of G77 and China as well as the statement made by Nicaragua on behalf of the Like-Minded Developing Countries.

    First and foremost, the people of the Philippines, and our delegation here for the United Nations Climate Change Convention’s 19th Conference of the Parties here in Warsaw, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your expression of sympathy to my country in the face of this national difficulty.

    In the midst of this tragedy, the delegation of the Philippines is comforted by the warm hospitality of Poland, with your people offering us warm smiles everywhere we go. Hotel staff and people on the streets, volunteers and personnel within the National Stadium have warmly offered us kind words of sympathy. So, thank you Poland.

    The arrangements you have made for this COP is also most excellent and we highly appreciate the tremendous effort you have put into the preparations for this important gathering.

    We also thank all of you, friends and colleagues in this hall and from all corners of the world as you stand beside us in this difficult time. I thank all countries and governments who have extended your solidarity and for offering assistance to the Philippines. I thank the youth present here and the billions of young people around the world who stand steadfast behind my delegation and who are watching us shape their future. I thank civil society, both who are working on the ground as we race against time in the hardest hit areas, and those who are here in Warsaw prodding us to have a sense of urgency and ambition. We are deeply moved by this manifestation of human solidarity. This outpouring of support proves to us that as a human race, we can unite; that as a species, we care.

    It was barely 11 months ago in Doha when my delegation appealed to the world… to open our eyes to the stark reality that we face… as then we confronted a catastrophic storm that resulted in the costliest disaster in Philippine history. Less than a year hence, we cannot imagine that a disaster much bigger would come. With an apparent cruel twist of fate, my country is being tested by this hellstorm called Super Typhoon Haiyan, which has been described by experts as the strongest typhoon that has ever made landfall in the course of recorded human history. It was so strong that if there was a Category 6, it would have fallen squarely in that box. Up to this hour, we remain uncertain as to the full extent of the devastation, as information trickles in in an agonizingly slow manner because electricity lines and communication lines have been cut off and may take a while before these are restored. The initial assessment show that Haiyan left a wake of massive devastation that is unprecedented, unthinkable and horrific, affecting 2/3 of the Philippines, with about half a million people now rendered homeless, and with scenes reminiscent of the aftermath of a tsunami, with a vast wasteland of mud and debris and dead bodies. According to satellite estimates, the US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration also estimated that Haiyan achieved a minimum pressure between around 860 mbar (hPa; 25.34 inHg) and the Joint Typhoon Warning Center estimated Haiyan to have attained one-minute sustained winds of 315 km/h (195 mph) and gusts up to 378 km/h (235 mph) making it the strongest typhoon in modern recorded history. Despite the massive efforts that my country had exerted in preparing for the onslaught of this monster of a storm, it was just a force too powerful and even as a nation familiar with storms, Super Typhoon Haiyan was nothing we have ever experienced before, or perhaps nothing that any country has every experienced before.

    The picture in the aftermath is ever so slowly coming into clearer focus. The devastation is colossal. And as if this is not enough, another storm is brewing again in the warm waters of the western Pacific. I shudder at the thought of another typhoon hitting the same places where people have not yet even managed to begin standing up.

    To anyone who continues to deny the reality that is climate change, I dare you to get off your ivory tower and away from the comfort of you armchair. I dare you to go to the islands of the Pacific, the islands of the Caribbean and the islands of the Indian ocean and see the impacts of rising sea levels; to the mountainous regions of the Himalayas and the Andes to see communities confronting glacial floods, to the Arctic where communities grapple with the fast dwindling polar ice caps, to the large deltas of the Mekong, the Ganges, the Amazon, and the Nile where lives and livelihoods are drowned, to the hills of Central America that confronts similar monstrous hurricanes, to the vast savannas of Africa where climate change has likewise become a matter of life and death as food and water becomes scarce. Not to forget the massive hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico and the eastern seaboard of North America. And if that is not enough, you may want to pay a visit to the Philippines right now.

    The science has given us a picture that has become much more in focus. The IPCC report on climate change and extreme events underscored the risks associated with changes in the patterns as well as frequency of extreme weather events. Science tells us that simply, climate change will mean more intense tropical storms. As the Earth warms up, that would include the oceans. The energy that is stored in the waters off the Philippines will increase the intensity of typhoons and the trend we now see is that more destructive storms will be the new norm.

    This will have profound implications on many of our communities, especially who struggle against the twin challenges of the development crisis and the climate change crisis. Typhoons such as Yolanda (Haiyan) and its impacts represent a sobering reminder to the international community that we cannot afford to procrastinate on climate action. Warsaw must deliver on enhancing ambition and should muster the political will to address climate change.

    In Doha, we asked “If not us then who? If not now, then when? If not here, then where?” (borrowed from Philippine student leader Ditto Sarmiento during Martial Law). It may have fell on deaf ears. But here in Warsaw, we may very well ask these same forthright questions. “If not us, then who? If not now, then when? If not here in Warsaw, where?”

    What my country is going through as a result of this extreme climate event is madness. The climate crisis is madness.

    We can stop this madness. Right here in Warsaw.

    It is the 19th COP, but we might as well stop counting, because my country refuses to accept that a COP30 or a COP40 will be needed to solve climate change. And because it seems that despite the significant gains we have had since the UNFCCC was born, 20 years hence we continue to fail in fulfilling the ultimate objective of the Convention.  Now, we find ourselves in a situation where we have to ask ourselves – can we ever attain the objective set out in Article 2 – which is to prevent dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system? By failing to meet the objective the Convention, we may have ratified the doom of vulnerable countries.

    And if we have failed to meet the objective of the Convention, we have to confront the issue of loss and damage. Loss and damage from climate change is a reality today across the world. Developed country emissions reductions targets are dangerously low and must be raised immediately, but even if they were in line with the demand of reducing 40-50% below 1990 levels, we would still have locked-in climate change and would still need to address the issue of loss and damage.

    We find ourselves at a critical juncture and the situation is such that even the most ambitious emissions reductions by developed countries, who should have been taking the lead in combatting climate change in the past 2 decades, will not be enough to avert the crisis. It is now too late, too late to talk about the world being able to rely on Annex I countries to solve the climate crisis. We have entered a new era that demands global solidarity in order to fight climate change and ensure that pursuit of sustainable human development remains at the fore of the global community’s efforts. This is why means of implementation for developing countries is ever more crucial.

    It was the Secretary general of the UN Conference on Environment and Development, Earth Summit, Rio de Janeiro, 1992, Maurice Strong who said that “History reminds us that what is not possible today, may be inevitable tomorrow.”

    We cannot sit and stay helpless staring at this international climate stalemate. It is now time to take action. We need an emergency climate pathway.

    I speak for my delegation. But more than that, I speak for the countless people who will no longer be able to speak for themselves after perishing from the storm. I also speak for those who have been orphaned by this tragedy. I also speak for the people now racing against time to save survivors and alleviate the suffering of the people affected by the disaster.

    We can take drastic action now to ensure that we prevent a future where super typhoons are a way of life. Because we refuse, as a nation, to accept a future where super typhoons like Haiyan become a fact of life. We refuse to accept that running away from storms, evacuating our families, suffering the devastation and misery, having to count our dead, become a way of life. We simply refuse to.

    We must stop calling events like these as natural disasters. It is not natural when people continue to struggle to eradicate poverty and pursue development and gets battered by the onslaught of a monster storm now considered as the strongest storm ever to hit land. It is not natural when science already tells us that global warming will induce more intense storms. It is not natural when the human species has already profoundly changed the climate.

    Disasters are never natural. They are the intersection of factors other than physical. They are the accumulation of the constant breach of economic, social, and environmental thresholds. Most of the time disasters is a result of inequity and the poorest people of the world are at greatest risk because of their vulnerability and decades of maldevelopment, which I must assert is connected to the kind of pursuit of economic growth that dominates the world; the same kind of pursuit of so-called economic growth and unsustainable consumption that has altered the climate system.

    Now, if you will allow me, to speak on a more personal note.

    Super Typhoon Haiyan made landfall in my family’s hometown and the devastation is staggering. I struggle to find words even for the images that we see from the news coverage. I struggle to find words to describe how I feel about the losses and damages we have suffered from this cataclysm.

    Up to this hour, I agonize while waiting for word as to the fate of my very own relatives. What gives me renewed strength and great relief was when my brother succeeded in communicating with us that he has survived the onslaught. In the last two days, he has been gathering bodies of the dead with his own two hands. He is hungry and weary as food supplies find it difficult to arrive in the hardest hit areas.

    We call on this COP to pursue work until the most meaningful outcome is in sight. Until concrete pledges have been made to ensure mobilization of resources for the Green Climate Fund. Until the promise of the establishment of a loss and damage mechanism has been fulfilled; until there is assurance on finance for adaptation; until concrete pathways for reaching the committed 100 billion dollars have been made; until we see real ambition on stabilizing greenhouse gas concentrations. We must put the money where our mouths are.

    This process under the UNFCCC has been called many names. It has been called a farce. It has been called an annual carbon-intensive gathering of useless frequent flyers. It has been called many names. But it has also been called the Project to save the planet. It has been called “saving tomorrow today”. We can fix this. We can stop this madness. Right now. Right here, in the middle of this football field.

    I call on you to lead us. And let Poland be forever known as the place we truly cared to stop this madness. Can humanity rise to the occasion? I still believe we can.

    Update

    During his speech, Sano added an unscripted pledge to fast during the conference, until meaningful progress had been made. He said:

    “In solidarity with my countrymen who are struggling to find food back home and with my brother who has not had food for the last three days, in all due respect Mr. President, and I mean no disrespect for your kind hospitality, I will now commence a voluntary fasting for the climate. This means I will voluntarily refrain from eating food during this COP until a meaningful outcome is in sight.”

    - See more at: http://www.rtcc.org/2013/11/11/its-time-to-stop-this-madness-philippines-plea-at-un-climate-talks/#sthash.TYlrJ6Lg.dpuf

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  • Arrival of the Spiritual Walkers of the Longest Walk 4 in Vallejo,

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    • Save Sacredsites
      • Press Release

        Sacred Sites Protection &
        Rights of Indigenous Tribes
        P.O. Box 4081
        Vallejo, CA 94590
        sspandrit@gmail.com

        By: Angel Heart
        Public Relations Officer/SSP&RIT

        December 15, 2013

        Vallejo, CA. - Sacred Sites Protection & Rights of Indigenous Tribes announces the arrival of the Spiritual Walkers of the Longest Walk 4 in Vallejo, California. The Longest Walk 4 will be at Sogorea Te, Native American Sacred Site located in Glen Cove on Wednesday, December 18, 2013; time to be announced.

        Chochenyo/Ohlone Activist Corrina Gould, Organizer of the Committee to Save Sogorea Te/Protect Glen Cove, held a spiritual occupation at the sacred site that began on Sunday, April 14th, 2011 and continued for 109 days. This was done for the preservation and protection of the ancestors & for the preservation of sacred land. A community show of support for the Longest Walk 4 on Wednesday, December 18, 2013 at Sogorea Te is requested & appreciated. Michael Lane & Sharon Heta of the Longest Walk 4 will be providing a discussion. Potluck dishes & monetary donations are appreciated and welcomed.

        The Longest Walk 4: Return to Alcatraz was initiated by those on the original The Longest Walk in 1978. It began on July 15, 2013 in Washington D.C. and will arrive at Alcatraz on December 21, 2013. The purpose of this Walk will be to reaffirm the heart of Traditional Tribal Sovereignty rooted in Ceremony and land based spiritual relationships. We call on all Indigenous & Earth people to come and support this Walk. For more information please call (202) 436-6576 or visit www.returntoalcatraz.com

        The Spiritual walkers of the Longest Walk 4 will be hosted by Kay Flavell of New Pacific Studio during their visit to Vallejo. Sacred Sites Protection & Rights of Indigenous Tribes is grateful for New Pacific Studios’ generous donation. Sacred Sites Protection & Rights of Indigenous Tribes, on behalf of the Longest Walk 4 would also like to thank the ACLU/Northern CA for their generous monetary gift, Fabrice Moschetti, of Moschetti Coffee for the donation of yummy, fair trade, organic coffee, and Tacos Jalisco for their donation of delicious authentic Mexican cuisine. A “Special” Thank You to Vallejo Citizens, Lee Pono, Elisa Vela, Christina Martinez, Melissa Hernandez, & Emmanuel “Tino” Perez for their donations & support.

        To learn more about the sponsors of the Longest Walk 4 in Vallejo, please visit: www.sspandrit.host56.com , www.newpacificstudio.org. , www.aclunc.org , www.moschetti.com & www.tacosjaliscovallejo.com

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  • The Work of a Powerful Woman

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Phillip Standing Bear
    Original Body

    I am a woman with dignity, and I believe in education for all, no matter what.  I became inspired, living through my own years of shame and slander, after reading about Mukhtar Mai, a rural Pakistani Muslim woman who went through trauma and survived.

     

    I used to be part of an organized religion, and was slandered and put to shame in front of everyone.  Why?  Because I tested the waters of my own natural hormones and lost my virginity to a man who sold me a lie.  Using manipulation to conquer my chastity, he told me he would marry me.  But as soon as it happened, I began to cry; I realized I had made a mistake.  This man promised me he would tell no one, yet immediately he called his friends, gangsters in my eyes, and tells them all that he had sex with me. 

     

    His friends, men who were important members of the organization, took me into a large room and announced to our entire congregation that I was Mary Magdalene, that I was a hypocrite and an agent.  They never asked me my own side of the story.  They never spoke to the man who lied to me, who was known to mislead women.  They told me I did not deserve to go to college, and had to drop out and get married because I had lost my virginity and had become “wild.”  But I refused.

     

    I walked out that night with my head down, staring at the floor, with everyone shaming me for being human.  In some religions, it seems like women are not even seen as human, but as sinful creatures with no claim to humanity.  Standing there in  front of the eyes of the whole congregation, it felt like they had stoned me merely with their words and looks. 

     

    It has been ten years since this experience, and I have not been with a man since.  I have been too traumatized. The entire religious community threw me into the pits of hell—they told me my family would die, that if I left their organization I would lose my job, that I would amount to nothing.  I rarely speak about it because it too painful. And it all occurred because I was not living my life as a submissive woman, because I was not following their rules.

     

    Mukhtar Mai’s story made me realize the deep injustice, oppression, and tragedy women face at the hands of men, and her triumph inspired me.   In 2002 Mukhtar Mai was gang-raped by order of her tribal council as punishment for her younger brother’s alleged relationship with a woman from another clan.  Instead of living a life of shame, or committing suicide, Mukhtar spoke out, fighting for justice in the Pakistani courts, and making world headlines.   Further defying customs, she started two schools for girls in her village, and a crisis center for abused women.  Mukhtar, a woman who had never learned to read but had memorized the Koran by heart, realized that only a radical change in mentality could break brutal, archaic traditions and social codes.

     

    As I spoke about Mukhtar’s experience during Newsroom, a man stood up and politely asked for me to understand that the heart of Islam is not like this, that men manipulate religion due to their culture.  This made me feel a lot better.  The homeboy, always rockin’ dreadlocks, smiled after we spoke, and respected my opinion about the oppression of women.  I went home and thought, “this elder is right.  People don’t realize that it’s men who do these things, not God.”

     

    As a poverty scholar, I believe women should be recognized and congratulated for the perseverance and hard work that they do.  I felt a strong presence in Newsroom this November, because by speaking about Mukhtar’s experience, I was able to release some of my pain without having to explain my own story. 

     

    Like Mukhtar, I refused to live the lies of these men.  I refused their oppression, and they hate me to this day.  But thanks to Mukhtar Mai, I realize that I am not alone.

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  • The Land of my People- The Waray Waray

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    Eastern samar of the philippines...the land of my people the waray waray...I remember going to the river to catch shrimp too big to fit into my hands that would be fried with saba (the philippine plantain) or stewed with gabi leaves, banana hearts, bamboo shoots in coconut milk...i remember the cobras that were put into the rice silos to kill rats that got into the storerooms of freshly harvested and dried rice...i remember the tiki tiki lizards who lived in the rafters of the house and who always appeared when it was time to eat...I remember my family throwing rise up to the lizards when they would sing “tiki tiki tiki” in a loud chorus and how they would skillfully catch the rice midair with their long, fast tongues...I remember being fearful and unable to sleep as a monsoon passed by...i remember my family seemingly untroubled telling stories, laughing in the darkness as the storm rattled and raged outside...

    On november 8, 2013 typhoon yolanda hit the eastern visayas. It was the 26th typhoon to hit the nation of 7,100 islands this year. And the strongest known recorded typhoon in the history of world according to merterologists. It was three times stronger than huricane katrina and four times larger. Four million people mostly waray waray have been displaced. At least 10,000 have died and the body count continues. An an ugly agenda of forgien imperialist interests is unfolding.

    The last time is was in the eastern visayas I was twelve years old. It is the ancestral lands and territory of the waray waray people – the third poorest region of the philippines and home to a warrior society that has a history of militant resistance against spanish, japanese, u.s and chinese imperialism. We have countless stories and songs of the waray waray people being hospitable to the forginers...until my ancestors realized that the agenda was of complete colonization of the islands and her people. Whether it be 1898 or 1948, once the waray waray realized what was happening, my ancestors organized and massacred foreign soldiers. One of the most well known masacares happened in banglagia. We completely defeated the u.s military attempts under general douglas mac arthur to remilitarize the area. In retaliation mac arthur declared he would turn the area into a “howling wilderness” and had every waray waray over the age of 10 years old killed.

    Today the lands of the waray waray people are again a howling wilderness.

    I remember sitting on pink beaches, dipping sweet juicy mangos I picked off the trees into the salty sea and devouring them with enthusiasm and delight... I remember unsuccessfully attempting to try to follow my cousins scampering up coconut trees on white beaches... I remember seeing crocodiles that were the size of fallen redwood trees and running faster that I have ever run in my life...

    In a country that is used to the monsoon season this super typhoon was nothing that the islands have ever seen. Entire cities have been left without a building or a cococunt tree left standing. The beaches I ran on are were covered with debris and dead bodies. A month after the storm and some areas still have no electricity, no internet no phone. Some ares still have not received relief.

    It took the philippine government five days to actually respond to the disaster. The first relief efforts came from other nations, not the republic of the philippines.  And once the relief efforts came, corrupt politicians repackaged the relief goods with notes that said “brought to you from senator/congressman/president so and so”. That took a few more days for the relief to arrive to the people. And other relief supplies never made it to the visayas. They were resold at stores in manila.

    Imperialist military forces took complete advantage of the corrupt philippine government's inaction and disregard. The u.s and then israel and then china sent thousands or military forces to flood the region....not with relief...with guns to “maintain order.” Two weeks the philippine declared all grassroots relief efforts were outlawed and forceably evacuated grassroots volunteers. Last week the red cross came in with forced live polio vaccinations for the entire region. The philippines irradiated the polio virus in the 1940s.

    Why this surge of military in the philippines? The philippines was a direct colony of the u.s from 1898 to 1940. From 1090 to the present we have been a neo-colony of the u.s. The philippine republic was set up by the u.s government. Every philippine president has attended harvard or yale. And every policy and budget item reflects the imperialist needs of the u.s. Currently the u.s. Government has more than 60 military bases throughout the philippines and is actively engaged in protecting and moving forward the interests of foreign multinatinal corporations, and of fighting the revolutionary new peoples army – the armed underground branch of the national democratic revolution in the philippines. The philippines has always been a startegic military stronghold for the u.s and other imperialist powers. It was always been a treasure chests of natural resources from gold to uranium to coconut to sugar to lumber to fish to cheap exportable labor.

    In the new world order of 2013, the need to fully secure the philippines for imperialist military domination and for her resources is so serious that rather than help the philippine people who survived the typhoon they would rather kill them. Stories have been told that a week before typhoon yolanda u.s military HARP technology was seen in the waters off the coasts of eastern samar...The waray waray people after all are known to be resilient warriors who fight back and win...

    I remember walking thru the rice paddys and the way the mud would ooze thru my toes... I remember watching my people farm the land and fish the waters...i remember listening to the stories of how brave and fierce and reslient my people are...i remember sitting in the jungle under giant leaves listening to the sounds of the place that runs in my blood and flesh and certain that with was paradise on earth...i remember...and I know that what I remember no longer is...

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  • Papa Bear Report November 2013

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Phillip Standing Bear
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    Newsroom is packed this month, filled with stories.  Papa Bear comes late— says he had gotten a ticket on the bus trying to get to our sacred monthly circle.  As he sits down next to me, I can feel his anguish. And I feel my own deep sadness, because when he speaks I hear what he’s really saying: that he wants to go home, that he is tired of living a hard life, that he wants to rest. 

     

    Papa Bear speaks with his head down, reporting on the deaths of those in the community, his own friends. A friend of his was stabbed in front of his eyes.  He’s seen two shootings on the same day, one on Ellis and Larkin and the other between Polk and Ellis. And now, another friend of his has died; her memorial is later this evening.

     

    It is clearly difficult for Papa Bear to put this all into words.  Soon he tells us more about living on the streets, about the changing laws and regulations making his life more difficult; that he doesn’t make any money pan handling any more because the police are getting worse.  He notices that there are highway police in the Tenderloin, in addition to the regular police patrol, safe inside their vehicles, those black & whites and Benzes.

     

    Just as it’s hard for Papa Bear to speak, it’s hard for me to write this news report.  I have to listen to some Tupac to get it done. Tupac’s a genius, he came and lived on the streets himself.  And so his music helps me, inspires me to write about another important person living these hardships, Papa Bear. 

     

    Papa Bear leaves Newsroom a little early this November, so that he can make it to the memorial of our friend, Linda, found dead in her home.  When he begins to speak of Linda I become upset, because I know her too.  She was a librarian in Hunters Point, living in the ghetto with us, and was widely recognized as a social worker.  A lot of people went to the library to talk with Linda, and at-risk youth loved her.  She would find a book for anyone.  In fact, she hired me herself to work at the Library.  When she hired me she told me she wants to hire a lot of African American people, and that she planned to order more African American books. 

     

    So I know Linda is special, and she will be missed.  And I know Linda is special because Papa Bear knows her, and she knew Papa Bear.  It’s people like Papa Bear who are our heroes, not the fake non-profit organization that establish themselves in the hood and take all the money.  Our heroes are people like Papa Bear.  Praise God.

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  • A Crisp and Clear Santa Barbara Morning...

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    I was rushing out the door into a crisp and clear Santa Barbara autumn morning late for work the moment my father killed my mother. All my frantic efforts to get out the apartment came to a sudden stand still as a cold fear stopped my heart and feet dead in their tracks. One solitary thought repeated itself in my mind: mama's dead. And even though she was 200 miles away in Los Angeles, and although I had spoken to her on the phone just last night – every part of my 18 year old body knew and screamed that truth in silence.

    Instead of heading out the door and going to work, I made my way to the living room couch and tried to call my mom. No answer. For hours. So out of the ordinary for my mama not to pick up her phone. So unlike her to not return not one but dozens of messages. I called my cousin Marietta who lived with my family. She was also trippin. When I moved out a year prior to escape the madness of my homelife, Marietta stepped up into the place I held as my mama's right hand helper. She didnt know where my mama was either, and also had a dreadful feeling in her gut. I called my Tita Linda who had plans to meet my mom at 10am. Mama never showed up. Not ordinary behavior for my super organized, word is bond, virgo mother. I sat on that couch trying to track my mother from 8am til the sun went down. And when the sun finally set I got into my car and drove down to l.a. to find her. By then the voice in my head was my mothers. She was saying “I'm dead. Your father killed me.”

    The first time he had tried to kill her was four months before in may 1990. I was finishing up my freshman year at UCSB when I got a call from my mother. It was past midnight and I was already asleep. The phone rang and rang and both me and my roommate ignored it. I realized it must be some kind of emergency so half asleep I made my way to the phone, groping around in the dark, cussing the whole way. I could not recognize my mothers voice. She was calling from the hospital. Crying, drugged up, and out of it. All I could get out of her that was understandable was that she was in the bad car accident and my dad was responsible.

    Now wide awake I got off the phone with my mama and called my family's home. My little sister answered the phone.

    “Peanut what happened to mama?,” I asked. She was really quiet and in a scared whisper said “I dont know, I dont know where mama is. Mama hasnt been home in a week.” “What??!!!!!” I screamed. “Peanut shes in the hospital. She just called me. She was in a car accident. What the fuck is going on?” “I don't know.” “What is dad doing?” “Hes acting like everything is normal.” “Get him on the phone. Right now.”

    When my dad got on the phone I asked him where my mother was. He said he didnt know. Maybe shes in Las Vegas.

    “She just called me. She in the hospital cuz she was in a car accident. Why haven't you looked for her?”

    At that point he started yelling at me. “How do you know she's in the hospital? All you need to be worried about is keeping your grades up in school and paying your rent.” And with that he hung up.

    The next day my mom called me back. This time a little less out of it. She was in l.a. General. After talking to me, my dad showed up at the hospital and cussed her out and told her to stop bothering me with her problems. Since she wasn't as drugged up I could get more of the story out of her.

    “I was downtown and out of no where a car came and rammed into me over and over and over. I was thrown out of the car. My tongue was lacerated and they had to sew it back on. Before I passed out at the accident your father appeared out of no where and took my purse and left. They said i've been in this hospital for a week. Last night was the first time I was conscious and I called you.”

    Because my father had taken my mothers purse and she was unconscious, the hospital had no idea who she was. Due to my mothers illegitimate businesses her car was registered to her sister in london, england. For a week she was an unconscious jane doe in the hospital.

    Later that day when i knew my dad was at work and my siblings would be home alone, I called my sister back and told her everything I knew. I said I would get one of our titas to take her and my brother to the hospital to see her. The hospital kept her for another week. During that time my siblings and titas visted my mother unknown to my father.

    From what I understood when she got home, the incident was never spoken of. Except once when after a fight my father told my mother “you should have died in that accident.”

    I was twelve years old where I first told my mother to leave my dad. My mother married my father in 1969 after knowing him for three months. She was undocumented and needed a permanent visa. In 1969 the first wave of philippinos immigrated to los angeles with temporary student visas. There were “boarding houses” throughout los angeles for single philippinas to live. The boarding houses were advertised to american men looking for philippina sweet hearts. My mom stayed in one in inglewood, california. That's where my parents met. They lived very separate lives from the beginning. My mother went to church twice a week. My father made fun of god. My mother had parties at the house every weekend. My father locked himself up in the garage during the parties. My father had a steady line of mistresses (one that I was named after). And was racist against philippinos who he called “fishheads” and “wetbacks” regularly. He was verbally, emotionally, mentally and physically abusive to everyone. But for years she would not leave him because it was a sin. In her mind the illegal activity she did to make her wealth was not a sin. But to divorce a marriage of convenience was. That's the catholic church of the philippines and centuries of patriarchal colonialism for you.

    Then where she finally got over the sin, she wouldn't leave him cuz he would get half of her money. In california when a couple gets divorced all property is split in half. My mom was a baller.. She made her money working for the philippine mafia and swindling rich people. Everything we had came from her. My psychotic dad couldn't hold down a job cuz he would get fired for fights with his co workers. He was really crazy and super anti social. That's why he had to find a wife in a philippina boarding house and marry a desperate philippina cuz that was the only way his crazy ass was gonna find a wife. And when it became clear holding down a regular job wasn't working, he tried several times to start his own businesses but they all flopped. The thought of my dad getting half of everything my mother accumulated thru her illigitimate capitalism drove her crazy. Crazy enuf to stay in the marriage and put up with his abuse and psychotic ways. A month before her final disappearance that crisp autumn morning my mother found a life insurance policy he had taken out on her that she didn't know about. The beneficiaries were my siblings and myself. It shook her up. I told her yet again to leave him. But she hadn't reached clarity yet.

    The day before she was murdered she had an epiphany and called me.

    “I'm going to divorce him. He can have half of it. I don't care anymore. I'm not happy. I'm going crazy. I'll be better off without him. I can always make more money. And I swear hes trying to kill me. I'm going to serve him the divorce papers tomorrow.”

    I don't think my dad was happy when she served him those papers. The last time anyone ever saw my mom she was on her way to give him the papers. The gas attendant at the 76 gas station next to my dads office space that he rented testified that he waved to my mom when she pulled up. He saw her go in. but he never saw her leave. He saw my dad leave his office, jump in my mothers car and drive off. Soon later the gas attendant said he saw my dad walking back up the street. A week later the police found her car up the street.

    The jurors found my father not guilty. Although all evidence led to him, it was my mom's illegal activity that created a “shadow of a doubt” in the jurors minds. Yeah the evidence led to my father....the testimony of the gas attendant, my father changing his story numerous times, his lies being brought to light, his tire and shoe tracks matching the tracks where her body was dumped, his destroying evidence that was later uncovered, the gasoline and rope used was found in our garage. It all led to him. But her business endeavours made it possible for my dad's lawyer to present the idea that other people wanted my mother dead. My mother went on trial for her own murder. And she lost. All my mothers assets and property were released to my dad. And the insurance money from the policy my mother found (which was never found for evidence in the trial) was cashed in. My dad got my siblings portions of the policy since they were minors. He called me and said he needed for me to give him my third of the insurance policy or else he would put my siblings up for adoption. I told him I knew that he took that policy out on my mom and that that money was his with my mother's blood all over it. I never wanted it. It never touched my hands. During the trial while he was in prison I had left college and took care of my brother and sister. I protected them from child welfare services who tried to take them away and put them in the system cuz I was not old enuf to be a guardian. I got two jobs to pay the mortgage, pge, telephone, groceries. And when I didn't have money for groceries I dumpster dived at the local safeway for food that was still intact. After my father was acquitted he got full custody of my siblings. After that phone call about the insurance policy I never spoke to or saw him again. A week later he had left my brother and sisters alone to fly to the philippines to marry his second wife: a 17 year old philippina mail order bride that he secured when he was in prison awaiting the trial. And when he came back to the u.s he started his own mail order bride business trafficking philippinas. Fortunately that was yet another of his business ventures that failed.

    For several years after the murder and trial my little sister and I processed the murder and the injustice as much as we could given the circumstances she found herself in. My brother and I never spoke of it. But my sister told me once at 3am my brother called her and met her at the art garden at ucla and broke down the only time either of us know of and he admitted he knew my father killed my mother. Over the years my mother's murder became something neither of them talked about. Or wanted to talk about. From what I gather now, the official story my siblings stand by is that my mothers murder was unsolved. And that I am crazy.

    I still hear my mama. I still talk to her. She's happy that this story finally is going to be told. And she said this only the beginning. I have to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

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  • Sharena- SuperBabyMama of the Momth!

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    SuperBabyMaMaaaaaaaz!!!!..... welfareQUEEN’s theatre production 2007

     

    SuperBabyMama of the Month- Sharena Diamond Thomas

     

    "So many people tried to tell me to sell them the car, that it was the alternator, and I should just give up, and then one morning, I just woke up and had my coffee and fixed my own damn car,” Sharena Thomas related to me as we were walking through our mutual struggles with children, food stamp cuts, side jobs and revolutions to share knowledge with other poverty skolaz at the Albany Bulb resistance camp. 

     

    We both walked up the small hill, with a backdrop of our Mama Earth's breathtaking landscapes, towards one of many tents where landless peoples were peacefully dwelling and now resisting the devil-opers and real estate snakkkes trying to evict them. As we walked, we laughed through the current act of what i coined in 2007 with the creation of the welfareQUEEN's play, our SuperbabyMama moments, which is just that, as single parents in struggle, we make it happen, By Any Means, and still, as our welfareQUEENs anthem states, raise all the world's people, like me and you and you.. As we walked we also carried our children, our problems, our solutions and our mamaz dreams on our backs.

     

    Sharena and Lesley Phillips, conducted one of their power-FUL medic trainings for the residents of the Bulb and i did an interview for PNN before i had to leave to go to my other side job where I earn some money outside of the now-reduced food stamps i and my family currently struggle to survive on.

     

    It was in that walk, and Sharena's beautiful story of by any means necessary-ness- and so many like it from my other many sista-mamaz, that I knew we must start the SuperbabyMama Awards at POOR Magazine. and this month’s soon to be created honor goes to my sista-mama Sharena who with no formal training in mechanics, tested, removed and replaced her own battery. She is also raising four children and has been involved in the village-raising of countless others, she, along with Lesley co-founded the self-determined, people-led self-help group called Peoples Community Medics. Sharena is also a community gardener, a beautiful soul  and auntie to thousands.. to name just a few of her mad skillz.

     

    Sharena is a member of the powerful crew of my other sista-SuperBabyMamaz like Needa Bee of Healthy Hoodz, Vivian Thorp, Jewnbug, Tracey Faulkner, Laure McElroy and Queenandi of the welfareQUEENS of POOR Magazine, Estrella, Talibah, Ingrid DeLeon, Ma’ at, Krea Gomez, Cyndi Mitchell, Terrilyn, Cori Ander, Linda Montoya and Mona Lisa and so many more.  And don’t even get me started bout Denika Chatman, and Tracey Bell Borden from Kenny Harding Jr Foundation and Mesha Irazarry of Idriss Stelley Foundation, the amazing and fierce Corrina Gould and my ghetto-fabulous, single mama Dee who are just a few of the future recipients of this long-awaited and much needed award (and eventual ceremony).

     

    All of them, all of us, superbabymamaz, mechanics, cooks, artists, janitors, drivers, advocates, revolutionaries, dreamers, lovers, writers, story-tellers, musicians and visionaries who also, singlehandedly with very little resources, often in deep poverty, unstable or unsafe housing, fighting borders, landlords, welfare systems, abusive bosses, houselessness, criminalization and colonization to raise the worlds people, By Any means Necessary. Always.

     

    Sharena is raising money to get her lights fixed on the same car so she can drive her Medics where they need to go without unneeded Po’Lice harassment. To make a donation or just fix her lights for her, you can contact her at sharena43@gmail.com or contact us at POOR and we can get her a message. To suggest a mama or write a Superbabymama story contact us at deeandtiny@poormagazine.org. This wont be every month cause POOR is in fack Po'. SuperbabyDaddyz we havent forgotten about you. Stay Tuned! To read another SuperbabyMama story about Vivi T of POOR Magazine click here

     

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  • Family First

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
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    As I came out of my mother’s womb she didn’t push me out. As a child I asked her how was my birth? and she told me I felt a hot sensation and she screamed because something was on fire. That was our first breath and my mom’s first set of twins. I was reared to be compassionate and loving, mentally dependent on my mother because she is my co-creator. For some reason, I’ve always thought whatever my mom’s pregnancy was like is also a reflection of me. And I made a bond with mom in the beginning from the first nine months.  My book is complicated, but everyone starts out helpless and dependent. It’s not necessarily a bad dependence, just the emotional bond you’re supposed to make for life. My Momma will do anything to take care of her children but as I write this story, it seems like a circle, which is the natural way of life: a loop.

                Yes, I came out of my mom who bonds us. but when I was young I put myself in a bubble of isolation.  I started hanging out on 24th and mission at ten years old. I never came home and was a run away for a couple of years. I went through different changes culturally, physically, and mentally. I ended up kicking it with Cholas to hanging out in Hunters Point, making friends with the wrong people. I was even banned from my school.  I would not only recruit people from my school to cut class, but other schools as well. We would cut school and kick it. My dad whooped me every night for years and I never broke down, I would even fight back. My Father, Mother, and Step Dad gave up on me, but I started studying Malcolm X and I practiced his consciousness. After I read his book in two days I changed, but I was still independent and never home with family

                As a teenager, I thought I was boss, and I wanted to sleep over at everybody’s house, mostly my home girls’ houses, and do my own thing. The crisis came when my friends, who I kicked it with and grew up with, turned on me. I hit the floor headfirst feeling like I couldn’t get myself back up, like I was kicked in the face, but the most miraculous thing was… I became dependent. I took care of myself but I got close to my family at twenty-one. I feel bad to this day because I never knew how blessed I really was when adulthood came. My family could have kicked me to the curb because of what I put my them through but the opposite happened.

                As I was experiencing my nervous breakdown, keeping it one hundred, the only person who visited me was my immediate family and my cousin who everybody makes fun of because she is severely disabled. She was my strongest support. I called my one best friend while in psychosis and she told me to call her back.I had to think a lot as well as get medicated with some rest. I realized my family is all I got in this world. And I am blessed to have a Mother who cares about me with a responsible Father. I think, damn my dad took care of three kids at thirty by himself being dark skinned and around people who were never close to his culture or life. He worked on the bottom of a company with all Asians and slept in the living room half his life so we can have rooms of our own.

    Now that I think about that I realized I can barely take care of myself and my dad did it alone with no help. Mom was sick. After I was older in adulthood is when I found out why momma used to shake, pace up and down the halls, cry, and sleep a lot. She was considered too sick to take care of her kids. I hated that and maybe that’s what contributed to my isolation at a young age. My worst crisis felt like millions of people stabbing me in the heart, but the light came when my mom and I got hella tight.

     Now I am following the way indigenous people used to practice, Family First. I feel guilty for fucking up my parents’ life but I realize now what I have. I changed my ways by doing all that I can to stay tight with my parents, twin, and brother. My Mom gave me life and my cycle of life ended up positive because I learned how to be with the family that god gave me and that’s all I care about now.

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