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  • Justicia Falsa/ False Justice

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Muteado
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                (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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • Arrival of the Spiritual Walkers of the Longest Walk 4 in Vallejo,

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body
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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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  • Papa Bear Report November 2013

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

    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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  • 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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  • Sharena- SuperBabyMama of the Momth!

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

    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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  • A Crisp and Clear Santa Barbara Morning...

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

    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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  • Family First

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

    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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  • I Am

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Muteado
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    ”Notice of eviction: 30 days to vacate premises”, a neon yellow piece of paper pinned to the front door broadcasted down the block. In that moment, standing outside on the cold pavement street looking in, I realized this could soon be home.

     

    This must be a mistake, I rationalize to myself, it’s probably just a mix up; maybe if I circle the block it will be gone when I get back. My fingers are already dialing before my brain can grasp the situation.

     

    ”Hey Dad, there’s an important notice from the landlord posted on our door; is he kicking us out?” I asked hesitantly.

     

    Regardless of what the answer was, I didn’t blame or feel ashamed of my dad for a second. Making a living as a self-employed painter in San Diego, where the job market around manual labor is particularly competitive, can be constant hustle. Sure there’s plenty of work in Southern California, especially with the construction business picking up again. The only problem is, the modest wage my dad has earned for years, cannot compete with the cheap labor available so close to the border. We tried to compensate by collecting food stamps or welfare, but since my dad has worked off the books for so long, we weren’t eligible for a penny nor would they lift a finger to provide us with something to eat. Instead, the IRS picked a random number, put a dollar sign in front of it, and demanded it be paid before we would receive any government crumbs. Needless to say, my dad hadn’t found stable work in a while, and it was catching up to us.

     

    The disappointment in his voice confirmed it, “I’m sorry kiddo, you know I’ve tried hard to round up any work I can”. ”Don’t worry hun”, he assured, I’ll figure something out, you just do your best to stay focused on school”.

     

    His voice became distant, and even though I was fully clothed sweatshirt and all, I felt exposed to the elements. Maybe if I didn’t insist on dessert, or run the washing machine during the times I’m suppose to conserve energy, then maybe we could’ve put up a Christmas tree this month instead of ringing in the new year in my 91’ Volvo parked next to the sewage plantation where the police are less likely to hassle us.

     

    Day 23 of 30 quickly approached, and we still had no plan of action, no place to go and a fist full of Washington and Lincolns. My dad was behaving like a teenage girl about to spill the news of her pregnancy to her parents, as he swallowed his pride and made a call to his mom and dad.

     

    ”Hi Mom”, my dad began, “I’m okay, I’m actually calling to chat with you about our financial situation”.

     

    The long pause followed by my dad’s silence and occasional eye twitch suggested the conversation would be a heavy one. My dad excused himself from the room and I didn’t see him again until dinner. Nothing further was discussed on the matter until the next evening when my dad received an unexpected call from his sister.

     

    He answered the phone only to be remain silent for the next few minutes.

     

    ”What are you talking about?”, my dad finally blurts. “Report us for senior abuse!” ,he continues, ”When did asking your parents to lend you money become a form of maltreatment!” .

     

    My aunt continues to voice her concerns about how we are leaning too heavily on my grandparents and how we should be ashamed of our failure, but no one empathized with our situation and the reality my dad and I soon faced. A week  from now, my aunt will arrive home to be greeted by a warm fire place rather than a final notice to vacate the premises, while my dad and I will officially become houseless.

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  • El Sueño Americano no existe/ The American Dream does not Exist

    09/24/2021 - 08:54 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Ingrid4
    Original Body

    No Existe el Sueño Americano

    Casi suelto el telefono cuando mi madre me dice que me siente porque la noticia que me va a dar no es nada agradable.

     “Tienes que ser fuerte, tu hija esta embarazada” dijo mi madre en el telefono desde Guatemala.

    Desgraciadamente en nuestra cultura esten o no esten con sus padres, las jovencitas estan teniendo bebes con tan solo de 15 a 17 años en todo el mundo como si estubieran ciegas que piensan que el ser mama es todo en la vida y no ven acia el futuro sin no que se estancan en un solo lugar. Y asi siguen, y siguen, y siguen las generaciones.

    Como en mi caso sali de mi casa con la ilucion de trabajar dos o tres años en los estados unidos y regresar y hacer my casa. Mi corazon se sentia como si le clavaran mil abujas pues estaba separandome de lo que mas amo en la vida, mis hijos. Pero no pense que el tiempo corriera tan recio como el tren que transvia a los migrantes hacia el norte. Hoy, despues de diez anos veo que el tiempo me gano. Aun no he hecho mi casa en Guatemala. Pensaba regresar en Octubre del año que viene, 2014 a la graduacion de mis hijos. Hable con mis otros  hijos  en Guatemala y llegamos en un acuerdo que cuando yo regresara yo construiria la casa.

    Aun que tenga mi familia en Guatemala, solamente con mi mama puedo contar. Lamentablemente ella se encuentra enferma y es por eso que no he podido construir my propia casa.  

    Hace un mes hable con mis hijos  para saber como  estaban en sus estudios.  Ellos  me dijeron  que  estaban bien  en sus calificaciones .Yo estaba feliz porque estaban sacando el Segundo basico. Pero tres dias despues recibi una llamada de mi Segundo hijo en Guatemala. Me dijo “ Mama pongale mucho dinero a su telefono porque mi abuelita quiere hablar con usted” Ese momento senti que Corazon se me salia por la boca y se me deshacian las piernas. Con las manos temblorosas, le regrese la llamada.

    “Te dije que no le dieras estudio a tu hija porque las mujeres no sirben meterlas a la escuela porque lo primero que hacen es buscar marido o salir embarazadas”

    dijo mi mama enojada y triste. En ese  momento  llore porque  yo si creo que el estudio vale la pena sea hombre  o mujer. Pero desgraciadamente yo no puedo controlar la vida de mis hijos  y menos estando lejos. Por eso pienso que el sueño Americano  es una mentira pues  en ves de ganar, perdi  lo mas valioso  de mi vida mis hijos.  Hoy en vez de risas, solo tengo llantos pues tengo 10 años sin ver a mis tres hijos en Guatemala.

    Ellos estan dolidos  por muchas cosas que les han sucedido y yo no estoy ahi para defenderlos.  Y esto que me esta pasando le pasa a toda mi raza indocumentada.

    Yo no sabia que la vida y el tiempo me estaban ganando.

     

    The American Dream does not Exist

    I almost dropped the phone when my mother tells me to have a seat because the news she is about to give me is not pleasant at all.

    "You need to be strong, your daughter is pregnant" said my mother on the other end of the line calling from Guatemala.

    Sadly in our culture, whether daughters are with or without their parents, they are having their own children at the age of 15 & 17 throughout the world as if they were blind and would think that being a mother is all there is to life. They don't plan according to their future but rather they sink themselves in one solid location. From then on, generations continue this cycle.

    Such as in my case, i left my home with the illusion that I would be working two of three years in the united states. Then, I would return home and build my home. My hear felt as though one thousand pins had punctured, being that i was separating myself from what i love most in life, my children. But i didnt think that time would pass as fast as the train that transports migrants toward the north. Today, after ten years i see that time has beat me. My home still has not been built in Guatemala. I planned to have returned in October of the coming year, 2014 to the graduation of my children. I had spoken to my other children in Guatemala and we had come to an agreement that when I returned I would build the house.

    Although I have family in Guatemala, I am only able to count with my mother. Sadly, she is sick which is why I have not been able to construct my own house.

    A month ago I spoke to my children to find out how they were doing in school. They told me they were doing well. I was happy because they were progressing in middle school. But three days later I received a phone call from my second son in Guatemala. He said "mom, put a lot of money on your phone because my grandma is wants to speak to you". At that moment I felt hat my heart was escaping through my mouth. My legs were collapsing. My my trembling hands, I returned the phone call. " I told you! you shouldn't have given your daughter the opportunity to study. Girls are no good for school because the first thing they do is look for a husband or turn out pregnant” said my mom with a voice of disapproval. At that moment I cried because I do believe that going to school is worth the struggle regardless of the gender. Sadly, I do not have the ability to control the life of my children, much less that they are far away. That is why I believe that the American dream is a lie; instead of gaining, I am losing what I value most in life, my children. Today, instead of laughter, I only have cries being that I have ten years without being able to see my three children in Guatemala.

    They are very hurt by the infinite amount of things they have been through and I have not been able to be there to defend them. And what my family and I are going through, happens to all of our undocumented communities.

    I was not aware that life and time were winning

     

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  • Trans Man of Color with a Disability, Kay Ulanday Barrett, Breaks It Down Poetically, Politically & Personally PART 2 for Transgender Awareness Month 2013.

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

    (Photo by The Visibility Project)

    KHN: What is your definition of Trans Justice and how can the disability and brown communities put it in practice not only in organizations but also in their homes and art/music?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: I’m still learning how trans justice and disability justice are inextricably linked. Transgender People of Color as well as Queer people’s needs in the U.S. are being privatized, without our consent. Trans people and particularly transgender women of Color are being murdered and killed in ways that are inhuman and unacceptable. Access to housing, work, education, and health care, are ultimately systemically space. The support TPOC deserve isn’t up to our own decisions but disturbingly impacted by systems like healthcare and housing that don’t vouch for our best interests. According to the Trans Justice Funding Project, they support, “…the leadership of trans people organizing around their experiences with racism, economic injustice, transmisogyny, ableism, immigration, incarceration, and other intersecting oppressions.”

    According to recent, albeit conservative statistics, people with disabilities are twice as likely to be unemployed than able-bodied population. Transgender people are twice as likely to be unemployed than the rest of the population. It’s obvious that work opportunities for brown people are limited and scarce. Our sheer survival as Transgender disabled people of color is at stake in every avenue we travel. Systemic institutions flourish in our failing, in our lack of coalition, in our lack of compassion for one another--- divide and conquer, homey! We face isolation and grief with state violence on several fronts. Whatever is considered real or normal, transgender and disabled people inescapably confront and counter those paradigms personally and publicly.

    In your home and art, consider who can actually engage with your work. Who visits the most and why? Who is your audience and why? Are there trends of normalized or limited ways of examining relationships, politics, love, and your physical space?

    To see a growing list of individuals and organizations committed to Trans Justice in the U.S., please see this list compiled by the Trans Justice Funding Project: http://www.transjusticefundingproject.org/grantees/

    KHN: What do you think of the work of Sins Invalid and Disability Justice?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: I think thank Sins Invalid has brought a complex gaze at loving and surviving as a disabled person in ways that haven’t been on the fore before. I feel like there is a distinct and dire need for productions and cultural work like Sins Invalid that celebrates the ways in which queer, brown, and disabled confront society and love us. SI turns activism and desire in all kinds of necessary directions that disabled people deserve and live everyday.

    Disability Justice is woefully turning into a newer buzzword I am noticing by able-bodied supremacists to gunk the lineage and efforts of people who’ve been doing the work (please see aforementioned answer re: allyship). Actual disability justice from my understanding and based on what I’ve learned, stems from a complex and multi-dimensional approach of how we fundamentally envision and enact social change. Undoing the shame, the ugly, and the belittlement trusted disabled people; it demands that we envelop our whole selves as political and as politically impacted. It challenges the trust in laws (vs. Disability Rights) and white people to save us. This means engaging in the expertise and the lives of people who face multiple oppressions specifically people with various (mental, physical, cognitive, chronic pain, et. al.) abilities. These communities are invested in taking back power that systemically is denied to them. Disability justice strives for a nuanced realization that “normal” is a farce and that ableism is detrimental on all fronts and for all communities. It’s not separate but interacts with racism, sexism, poverty, queer antagonism, trans violence, incarceration, and anti-immigrant violence. If we can interrogate how we are taught to shame, blame, and victim-blame one another for injustice, we can then really embrace how Disability Justice is for those of us who exist in the margins. None of our love, our histories, our bodies, or the ways in which we think are normal and despite what systemic oppression tells us, that is nothing to be ashamed of. As Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha has pointedly asked in workshops, “What are our disability and our sick stories? Where have we existed and where is our lineage?”

    KHN: One of my pet peeves is police brutality, hate crimes and wrongful incarceration against people especially Brown people with disabilities. In your activism and your communities have there been talks and action on this matter? And have you used your cultural work to shine a light on this issue?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: I come from a poor-working brown family of immigrants and children of immigrants many of whom who were chronically ill and in pain. The little possibilities people of my ilk could get were either joining the military or considering the police force. Policing my body as a poor brown person began early on. As a queer and transgender (formerly homeless & kicked out youth) brown person, being gender profiled along with witnessing Black and Immigrant people being even more racially profiled, the systemic animosity is evident. If you aren’t coerced to be behind the gun, you are a target in the line of fire, so to speak. Injustice all around. I firmly believe that police brutality against Trans People of Color and Disabled People of Color is blatant racism, trans antagonistic, and able-ist. There’s not much else to say about that. I don’t rely on these systems to protect us. The systems are only reinforcing pipelines to prison for specific communities. White and middle-class Trans people are not as affected. White and middle-class Disabled people are not as affected. Who does that leave then? I have skin and shade privilege, I’m American, I’m a walkie with a cane, and therefore the implications for me are different. I feel as though POC and QTPOC skim the surface of disabled people being impacted, but ableism in NYC is intense. I will say I have been targeted or harassed by cops more as a brown trans gender non-conforming disabled guy. All my identities coalesce in institutional ways leave me more vulnerable. I’m noticing how even non-mainstream climates paved by hip and ancestral wellness is about fixing and not embracing disability in QTPOC communities. Disability is a tragedy or a plight if anything, and still, sameness of normalized able-bodied people is the standard of those impacted. I’ve noticed and have been informed outright, that people/org’s disability awareness is shit. When I’ve inquired about disability justice in anti-stop & frisk or anti-police brutality east coast activism, it’s been mentioned that, “…we just don’t have any analysis and not many disabled members.” As you of all people know Leroy, the POC communities are able-bodied dominated by able-bodied stories and few POC disabled community are concretely strategizing because of so much impact, incarceration, and isolation.

    KHN: What is your advice for young activists/cultural workers who holds or don’t holds all of your identities?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: There’s stigma in being an artist. There’s stigma in being a political activist. Now that you’ve chosen to be both, be keen on your worth at all costs. Do the work you want to do. We all understand compromises for food and getting paid. You are fancy and some people just don’t get it yet, which is fine. You are an innovator, a lover of your communities, and the crafts you’ve inherited. You aren’t the first or the only; people had work to do before you were even the breath of syllable. Honor those people because with kindness you never know what will come your way. Get a mentor or five. Get peers and colleagues who’ll feed you when you’re hungry and tell you with humor and love when your shit isn’t gold. Be blessed to receive and give a love that honest. Also, if you’re young and your bravado is something that comes off as pure ego, seek people to love you for the rest of the stuff. They will stay with you when the stages come down and when the check might not come. They will cradle you when the police get at you or when the doctors blame you into demolition. They will mourn your dissonance and realize how valid you are. Beware of those who only want your shine, they might dehumanize you worse than any critic. If you stick to your initiative on your terms and terms that do right by those who believe in you, then no matter what the outcome is, you’ll be proud, I think. I’ve been told so many times and said just as frequently, the whole world wants to beat you into dust and I know it’s exhausting, demeaning, that some days due to pain or loneliness (likely both) you can’t get out of bed. Please try to remember, having volition in your cultural work and in striving for justice takes a loving patience for you and those around you. Give yourself that. I’m still working on it, that’s no lie. Lastly, stop being a hero and lay the fuck down with some snacks whenever the opportunity strikes. You are a glorious advocate for your needs and body and spirit. That’s just as cute. If someone tells you otherwise, they aren’t your people.

    KHN: What do you think about Def Poetry Jam and all of these contests like the Voice & American Idol?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: I have a confession. I’m Pin@y. Due to elitism and Spanish colonization in Pilipino culture, during my youth I was a product of the beauty pageant. That’s what competitions like that remind me of. I’ve been frequently been asked that. Mainstream digestion of poetry, specifically hyped up models of People of Color have ridden on the wagons of corporate hype machines that mainly skim the guts of cultural work and poetry are in the U.S. I know several people, who compromised on their identities, their work, some POC disabled people who were choreographed certain ways as to not expose their disabilities. What does that do to us but adhere to idealistic principals of meritocracy that fails those of us who don’t get the big breaks? I once got to audition for a televised contest once? The dude coordinator didn’t invite me, but invited a cisgender femme friend of mine at the time despite one of the cis woman producer’s recommendations of my work. He didn’t hear any of her work in advance; he didn’t know her at all but was familiar with my work. Obviously, his lady gazing and misogyny for gender conforming woman was C/V enough. Would she have landed a spot on the show? Who knows, but for disgustingly apparent reasons, she had been offered a gesture, possibly a farce of a gesture, but still. I was the only Queer Person of Color at the time, alongside one other disabled Queer Black Man. The sum total of my feedback was thus: “We really liked your poems (so thought-provoking!), but we’re not sure how your work will fit. The producers (straight cis men of color in hip-hop) were having trouble grasping your material. Do you have a poem that primarily discusses the issues you face being gay or can you talk mainly about your experiences with racism?” This shows two things: You have to just pick one, was the imperative. Secondly, who is at the table making decisions? Competitions like those accentuate a winner of all the gold and glory. See, I don’t buy that those who didn’t win didn’t work hard enough, weren’t good enough. The posture of entertainment models invests in the individual narrative of hard work, on one person’s story being the lotto ticket. Of course, it’s necessary and exciting to see one of ours up on that stage, but there’s still a hip factor that underscores the cameras, the poem, the crowd.

    KHN: Give us some of the hottest poets that are Trans men of color and have you met any other Trans men of color with a disability that are poets like yourself?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: I think that much of what is publicly known as Transgender art isn’t very People of Color centered and frequently comprised of skinny, white, middle-class privileged, able-bodied, medically transitioned, and often times binary gender assumed people, mostly Trans men. That’s correct, I went there. Even brown queer and transgender art prioritizes the fit and the muscular, because our bodies have been so ridiculed that any exposure is seen as an ascendance. Bodies so ridiculed that any praise though liminal is an unquestionable win. Invisibility is insipid and we’re out there, doing our thing, but homies not getting the roar because we’re coordinating multiple avenues that assess, calculate, chop, and diminish our daily worth. There are probably many Transgender and Gender Non-Conforming artists with disabilities I haven’t had the pleasure to know because resources for us on a basic level are obscenely difficult. Also, some people may not disclose if they have invisible disabilities or chronic pain out of community shame. After all, masculine vulnerability isn’t necessarily seen as a virtue especially if it entails the thoughtful interdependence required with disabled/crip/krip/PWD. If housing, police brutality, jobs, medical industrial complex, and safe transportation are incessant struggles, our art and strategic ways of existence are not given the exposure we deserve. We sprout gorgeous from systems of vapid ridicule. There are some Transgender Women of Color whose artistic and political work I find remarkable like Ryka Aoki, Reina Gossett, and Bamby Salcedo. Currently, I appreciate the work of trans POC writers/poet Amir Rabiyah, plus the newer insights of Ngọc Loan Trần and Fabian Romero.

    KHN: How can we/I be better allies?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: What happened, you didn’t get the manual? Uh oh. That manual was probably written, published, and sold by a cis person or a white person who is profiting big time. That joke went too far. Anyway, I feel there isn’t one perfect equation to becoming the model ally. The terms “ally” and “solidarity” is elusive these days. Honestly, I hardly know anyone (this includes myself) who doesn’t struggle with their privilege. Better allies can realize that taking up space is harmful and disastrous. Supposed allies that have stalk in participation have to realize that there’s a history of colonization in hat participation. Attention: Oppressed and struggling communities do not have any more cookies to give you for self-aggrandizement. This includes cis queer communities. This includes white people with disabilities who puncture disability rights as a primarily white person’s dilemma. I ask myself and ask others, “Who’s missing? Who’s not being represented?” and always ask “Why?” There’s this myth that allyship, then solidarity is by self-proclamation or by a big shiny blingy badge that says, “ALLY.” I think to myself, every time an ally gets props or worse off paid doing work in communities they don’t belong, a trans brown disabled unicorn looses it’s shimmer. To be clear, by shimmer I mean, access to opportunity and resources. To be an ally means that you have something to give up that was never yours to begin with. Some of us being impacted in multiple communities didn’t ask for your allyship or solidarity. There’s incredible work before those terms that has to happen. I wouldn’t make assumptions about any given community. I’ve also noticed a trend of the listing. By stating all the identities like: race, class, gender, sexual orientation, ability, size, nation of origin, etc. doesn’t equate real allied work and coalition. It means you might get it intellectually, but at the heart of your work there’s lacking, and that’s okay just don’t find your naming as the end game. No, we are all not Trayvon, all undocumented immigrants, or all Palestinian. Identities are not about touting a struggle without the real life ramifications. That’s just appropriation. I find a trend of embellishment that involves inclusion on a flier or mission statement, but when it comes to intimate or personal work of understanding deep-seated ramifications of say, ableism and able-ist supremacy or cissexual supremacy, people confuse analysis for having stellar daily interaction. Frankly, I have no interest in whom you’ve read or what token disabled person or transgender person you have at your headlining event if you only opt for politics of recognition. Inclusion is great (Get that cookie!), but what about a complete re-thinking? What about true self-determination?

    KHN: What are your next projects and where can people follow your work?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: Check out my online swerve at KAYBARRETT.NET. My latest projects include working on a piece for an anthology called Criptiques and being published in various People of Color, Transgender, and Queer centered anthologies. I was recently nominated for an award by the MOTHA: The Museum of Transgender Hirstory and Art, so we’ll see how that goes. Most crucially, I’m booking for Spring 2014 and Fall 2014 to speak at your organization, school, university, and college. Recently, I’ve been speaking for a few organizations and classes via Skype and Google Video. If people want to book disabled and chronically ill people, don’t just read about our experiences but hire us. Consider accessibility as far as travel difficulty and book organizations like Sins Invalid to speak to you about their analysis, actions, and experiences live!

    KHN: Any last words, any thing did I miss?

    Kay Ulanday Barrett: Nah, I think we’re good! Big thanks to you Leroy and Krip-Hop Nation. I’m humbled by your work and love it! Shouts out to the following: my homies out there surviving all kinds of systemic mess and making that art; to those who know nourishment has nothing to do with shame; to the sick & the achy cultural workers; the complex peoples who no one exactly gets; the chubby and chunky nerdy kids; the wobbly dapper guys who aren’t your quintessential dudes; the diaspora brown mama’s bois; the transmasculine survivors of state and intimate partnership violence; to those whose work, like Sins Invalid, laid it down for me to be this feisty.

    Check Kay out http://www.kaybarrett.net/

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  • No Existe el Sueño Americano/The American dream doe'snt exist

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

    No Existe el Sueño Americano

    Casi suelto el telefono cuando mi madre me dice que me siente porque la noticia que me va a dar no es nada agradable.

     “Tienes que ser fuerte, tu hija esta embarazada” dijo mi madre en el telefono desde Guatemala.

    Desgraciadamente en nuestra cultura esten o no esten con sus padres, las jovencitas estan teniendo bebes con tan solo de 15 a 17 años en todo el mundo como si estubieran ciegas que piensan que el ser mama es todo en la vida y no ven acia el futuro sin no que se estancan en un solo lugar. Y asi siguen, y siguen, y siguen las generaciones.

    Como en mi caso sali de mi casa con la ilucion de trabajar dos o tres años en los estados unidos y regresar y hacer my casa. Mi corazon se sentia como si le clavaran mil abujas pues estaba separandome de lo que mas amo en la vida, mis hijos. Pero no pense que el tiempo corriera tan recio como el tren que transvia a los migrantes hacia el norte. Hoy, despues de diez anos veo que el tiempo me gano. Aun no he hecho mi casa en Guatemala. Pensaba regresar en Octubre del año que viene, 2014 a la graduacion de mis hijos. Hable con mis otros  hijos  en Guatemala y llegamos en un acuerdo que cuando yo regresara yo construiria la casa.

    Aun que tenga mi familia en Guatemala, solamente con mi mama puedo contar. Lamentablemente ella se encuentra enferma y es por eso que no he podido construir my propia casa.  

    Hace un mes hable con mis hijos  para saber como  estaban en sus estudios.  Ellos  me dijeron  que  estaban bien  en sus calificaciones .Yo estaba feliz porque estaban sacando el Segundo basico. Pero tres dias despues recibi una llamada de mi Segundo hijo en Guatemala. Me dijo “ Mama pongale mucho dinero a su telefono porque mi abuelita quiere hablar con usted” Ese momento senti que Corazon se me salia por la boca y se me deshacian las piernas. Con las manos temblorosas, le regrese la llamada.

    “Te dije que no le dieras estudio a tu hija porque las mujeres no sirben meterlas a la escuela porque lo primero que hacen es buscar marido o salir embarazadas”

    dijo mi mama enojada y triste. En ese  momento  llore porque  yo si creo que el estudio vale la pena sea hombre  o mujer. Pero desgraciadamente yo no puedo controlar la vida de mis hijos  y menos estando lejos. Por eso pienso que el sueño Americano  es una mentira pues  en ves de ganar, perdi  lo mas valioso  de mi vida mis hijos.  Hoy en vez de risas, solo tengo llantos pues tengo 10 años sin ver a mis tres hijos en Guatemala.

    Ellos estan dolidos  por muchas cosas que les han sucedido y yo no estoy ahi para defenderlos.  Y esto que me esta pasando le pasa a toda mi raza indocumentada.

    Yo no sabia que la vida y el tiempo me estaban ganando.

     

    The American Dream does not Exist

    I almost dropped the phone when my mother tells me to have a seat because the news she is about to give me is not pleasant at all.

    "You need to be strong, your daughter is pregnant" said my mother on the other end of the line calling from Guatemala.

    Sadly in our culture, whether daughters are with or without their parents, they are having their own children at the age of 15 & 17 throughout the world as if they were blind and would think that being a mother is all there is to life. They don't plan according to their future but rather they sink themselves in one solid location. From then on, generations continue this cycle.

    Such as in my case, i left my home with the illusion that I would be working two of three years in the united states. Then, I would return home and build my home. My hear felt as though one thousand pins had punctured, being that i was separating myself from what i love most in life, my children. But i didnt think that time would pass as fast as the train that transports migrants toward the north. Today, after ten years i see that time has beat me. My home still has not been built in Guatemala. I planned to have returned in October of the coming year, 2014 to the graduation of my children. I had spoken to my other children in Guatemala and we had come to an agreement that when I returned I would build the house.

    Although I have family in Guatemala, I am only able to count with my mother. Sadly, she is sick which is why I have not been able to construct my own house.

    A month ago I spoke to my children to find out how they were doing in school. They told me they were doing well. I was happy because they were progressing in middle school. But three days later I received a phone call from my second son in Guatemala. He said "mom, put a lot of money on your phone because my grandma is wants to speak to you". At that moment I felt hat my heart was escaping through my mouth. My legs were collapsing. My my trembling hands, I returned the phone call. " I told you! you shouldn't have given your daughter the opportunity to study. Girls are no good for school because the first thing they do is look for a husband or turn out pregnant” said my mom with a voice of disapproval. At that moment I cried because I do believe that going to school is worth the struggle regardless of the gender. Sadly, I do not have the ability to control the life of my children, much less that they are far away. That is why I believe that the American dream is a lie; instead of gaining, I am losing what I value most in life, my children. Today, instead of laughter, I only have cries being that I have ten years without being able to see my three children in Guatemala.

    They are very hurt by the infinite amount of things they have been through and I have not been able to be there to defend them. And what my family and I are going through, happens to all of our undocumented communities.

    I was not aware that life and time were winning

     

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