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  • Crappies' Crappy Coverage

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    PNNscholar1
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    (Photo from www.newstimes.com)

    It’s funny how one can be in the middle of a happening—a protest or gathering of significance— and the people dispatched to report on it—writers and bloggers—get it wrong and backasswards even though they were there and saw everything in the flesh.  Such is the case of certain coverage of the recent “Crappies—Truth in Tech Awards” that took place Monday February 10th.  The Crappies coincided with the “Crunchies”--an award gala put on by the tech world to highlight the achievements of start-ups—a kind of academy awards of the digital kind.

     

    The Crappies were just that, an award ceremony that took place outside Davies Symphony Hall—venue of the Crunchies.  Our gala was touted as the Crappies to draw attention to the crappy deal San Francisco has gotten from tech, which includes massive tax breaks for companies such as Twitter, so-called community benefit agreements  (CBA’s) with the city that benefit the tech sector, an eviction epidemic fueled by tech money that has accounted for a 178% increase in Ellis Act Evictions over the last 3 years and, of course, those luxury tech shuttles that have flooded the city streets, using public bus stops to scoop up their too delicate for public transportation workforce to their Silicon Valley jobs without contributing a dime towards the city’s transit system.

     

    The idea for the Crappies was conceived by a coalition of tenants and advocates from groups such as SEIU 1021, SEIU USWW, Senior and Disability Action, SOMCAN, Jobs With Justice, Alliance of Californians for Community Empowerment, The Gray Panthers, POWER and the anti-eviction mapping project.  The event began 30 minutes before the Crunchies, whose gala was to be held inside Davies.  Our event took place outside where participants, spectators and media converged on the corner of Van Ness and Grove Streets.  After 7pm the crowd swelled to 50 or more. 

     

    I introduced the emcee for the event, housing advocate Tommi Avicolli-MeccaTommi came adorned with top hat, glittery bow tie and white gloves while I--the announcer for the evening--came in with a black shirt and white gloves.  A woman who came in formal wear that included a cape, shed the cape and draped it over me to full effect.  I looked like the duke of earl combined with count Dracula.  Tommi got the crowd fired up, passionately speaking about the eviction crisis plaguing the city, fueled by real estate speculation and tech money.  The crowd grew to about 50, made up of tenants, community activists and curious passersby. 

     

    The Crappies were organized to let the self-absorbed tech community in San Francisco know that they , contrary to what they have been told, are not the wonderful and selfless community they think they are.  Many protests have taken place regarding the tech community’s lack of accountability in the city.  Their obliviousness to the concerns of the community has been quite striking.  Their standard response: Not a tweet, not a sound, not a peep.

     

    So community members honored an elite group of the tech world’s finest with crappie awards:

     

    *Tax Evader of the Year: Twitter

    *The Tinted Glass/Eyes Wide Shut Transportation award: Google

    *The Greg Gopman/Peter Shih Digital Diarrhea of the mouth award: Tom Perkins

    *The Out of Control Enemy of Rent Control Award: Ron Conway

    *CEO of the year: Marissa Mayer of Yahoo

    *Biggest Fan of Tech Award: Mayor Lee

     

    Community members accepted the awards—golden toilet brushes—on behalf of the winners.

    The ceremony erupted in laughter and a feeling of community was felt under the night sky as several spotlights poked into the dark sky. 

     

    Many media outlets covered the Crappies.  I found many of the media folk to be professional and gracious.  In the midst of the festivities, I was approached by a man who identified himself as a reporter.  He asked me what the purpose of the gathering was and what we expected the outcome to be.   The man jotted on his pad rapidly.  I mentioned that I was glad people took time to come to the event.  He asked me my name and my organization—Senior and Disability Action.  How do you spell “Action?” he asked.  I looked at the man.  He resembled the late Leslie Nielsen of those airplane movies—brilliant head of white, seemingly unbiased, well-adjusted hair.  Truth be told, he looked like one of those models whose picture you find in an airplane catalog modeling bathrobes, neck pillows or golf putting sets designed for the bathroom.

     

    I saw his article a day or two after the crappies.  He described our awards event as threadbare, a flop, and quoted me as saying that I was glad people showed up—insinuating that I felt the whole affair were a losing proposition. 

     

    Then I remembered something that my uncle had told me; people see what they want to see, they hear what they want to hear.

     

    I also read that during the Crunchies, John Oliver, former correspondent from the Daily show gave a keynote address.  He asked the techies why, since they have so much money, they even need an awards ceremony at all?  He added that they have succeeded in pissing off an entire city.

     

    Kind of funny, they could have gotten the same message outside from us, community people trying to preserve what community we have left.   They certainly wouldn’t have gotten it from that white-haired reporter.  Maybe he’ll change careers.  Maybe there’s an opening for a bathrobe model in an airplane catalog somewhere.

     

    (To see the article in question, http://venturebeat.com/2014/02/10/protestors-stage-threadbare-crappies-awards-outside-crunchies-gala/)

     

    © 2014 Tony Robles

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  • African American Leaders Partner To Host First Annual Music, Art, and Self-Advocacy Event in 2014.

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Leroy
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    Community Empowerment Programs Incorporated (CEPI) is pleased to announce that our organization will be working extensively with

    Leroy F. Moore Jr., Founder of Krip-Hop Nation (KHN) on programs that empower persons with disabilities (PWDs) in arts, self-advocacy, and music.

    KHN and CEPI share common goals in community integration, professional development, and leadership development of PWDs across the country and internationally. It’s been nearly two decade since the combine work of Moore and KHN his/its advocacy, outreach, education policy, and African American Leadership programs. CEPI began its nonprofit venture during 2008 with a focus on providing education to families with children which includes working with and on behalf (PWDs) through its outreach, disabilities, and self-advocacy department and believes strongly in the practice of nothing about us, without us across platforms.

    Leroy More, Founder of Krip Hop Nation says: “Very rarely for me that I find myself in spaces where music and activism flow together with political and historical expressions on people of color around disabilities but when it does happen it opens up new friendships, partnerships, education, trust and deep conversations.”

    Chester Finn, Professional, Self-Advocate, As a Leader in the Self-Advocacy Movement, and Co-Founder of Community Empowerment Programs, Inc. I enjoy working on local and national self-advocacy, community integrated services for PWDs, and presenting during workshops to a variety of audiences and stakeholders who share common goals of help families and individuals enhance their personal and professional lives.

    John McKnight, Co-Founder and CEO: Having worked with a variety of populations in the social service sector one thing has always stood out for me. That is, we all share a common goal of helping other people achieve better outcomes in one way or another. Whether it’s through creating microfinance opportunities for targeted community members, creating livelihood programs with the help and support of community based organizations, non-government organizations, local states and government partners, and educational institutions. The residual effects are long lasting and impact families, children, and youth in ways that affirm for me the value of giving back through the level of appreciation that has been shown to me.

    KHN’s International Movement travels around the world to provide workshops on disabilities initiatives and Human Rights for PWDs through music and hands on workshops/lectures & performances. Moore helped produce Pushed Limits 3 part radio series on Hip-Hop & artists with disabilities at KPFA 94.1 FM Berkeley, CA. in 2004 and also coordinated a workshop on Hip-Hop with community advocates with disabilities and LGBTQ persons at University of California at Berkley.  KHN has performed at other prestigious universities/colleges like New York University, NYU and more.  KHN also traveled to annual festivals like DADA Festival in Liverpool, UK and other venues in Germany, all over the US and Canada and is planning an Africa tour.

    Upcoming venues & other Krip-Hop Nation’s work in 2014 are run by a core group of Krip-Hop Nation who are people from around the world like Binki Woi in Germany, Lady MJ in the UK, Ronnie Ronnie in Uganda Africa and Leroy Moore in the US who all provide advocacy and outreach and information can be found in the Poor Magazine online publication, San Francisco Bayview newspaper, and the Philadelphia I.D.E.A.L Urban Magazine. Self-Advocates & others gain a perspective on what it takes to run self-advocacy organizations around the country by participating in activism, arts, and music workshops.

    Combined with CEPI’s local early intervention provider programming, national policy and governance outreach, and international Tools for School Kids Abroad program in Eastern Visayas municipalities of the Philippines, it makes practical sense to combine our expertise around education, arts, outreach, music, and advocacy to co-develop programs and services that continue to strengthen the knowledge-base of beneficiaries across the nation and internationally.

    Beginning in January 2014 the partnership will start working on its first annual Activism, Music, and Arts event facilitated by African American leaders hosted in Albany, NY and a location to be determined in New York City shortly thereafter. Future 2014-2015 plans include scaling up the program on an international level by establishing a networking music conference in Africa. This will be exciting and the partnership is support in the form of sponsorships for PWD attendance, donations of conference facilities, air-travel, and lodging for participants and presenters.

    Contact info:

    Leroy Moore

    510-649-8438

    Kriphopnation@gmail.com 

    John McKnight

    518-892-5285

    cepinys@gmail.com

    Chester Finn

    518-779-8626

    CFinn6@nycap.rr.com

     

     

     

     

     

     

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  • Au Revoir

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Bad News Bruce
    Original Body

     

    The Property Clerk Office attendant upends a manila envelope, spilling its contents onto a table and then stepping back. As beads of sweat appear on his forehead he begins to tap the envelope against his leg, in rhythm with an unheard tune. After a few moments he brings the empty envelope up to eye level, inspecting it with an apparent deep fascination before resuming the nervous tapping.
     
    A young man shifts his field of vision from the attendant to his personal effects, then back to the attendant who seems unaware of the mans existence. Eventually he turns to the items, inspecting them dispassionately. Wallet, car keys. cell phone. Drawing closer,  fury begins to build inside him. The wallet was a Christmas present from his mother. How dare these people touch things his mother had touched. Turning on his heel, the young man strides for the double doors  just as three women are entering. Visible from the rear are six blood-encrusted bullet holes,  four in his back and one each in his neck and head.
     
    The attendant’s agitated tapping abruptly ceases, his demeanor no longer one of unease. Tonelessly he mumbles “Sorry for your loss” in the direction of the women.
     
    Three women sit closely together in the dimly lit hallway. All share the same heavily-lidded eyes and high cheekbones – features also shared by a young man they have just identified, a young man now resting in the freezer room directly behind them. The older woman nods her head and rises, her daughters rising dutifully alongside. One of the young women fusses at her mother’s face with a crumpled kleenex, further smearing her makeup. The woman’s dignity remains intact.
     
    Entering the Property Clerk’s Office as the attendant makes his utterance, both daughters are startled as their mother suddenly pulls away from them, whispering her son’s name. “Did he just pass by?” She looks with ghastly hope at each daughter. “I think I felt him, just for a moment“. Each looks at her with deep compassion and pain.
    Oh mama, mama“.
     
    Gazing at her daughters, the corners of her lips twitch in an attempt at a smile. As the tears flow the Mother’s eyes begin to lose focus. “I just want to see him for a minute. That’s all, just a minute. Just a minute to say goodbye, to let him be on his way…..it’s cold in there, he always hated to be cold. I don’t think my baby knows what’s happened to him, I don’t think he knows”. She falls silent. Turning towards the hallway, she whispers his name once more. “My baby, my poor baby, my baby boy, Sweet Jesus he don’t know. I love you my sweet baby, why did they take my baby boy I want him back. I want him back I want my baby back oh God I want my baby oh God oh God oh God oh God OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”
     
    Shrieking her sons name, the Mother sinks to her knees as her daughters enfold her.
     
    Flashing red lights rhythmically illuminate a vehicle parked along a frontage road adjacent to a copse of birch trees. Inside sits a young man, heavily lidded eyes glancing into the rear view mirror at the police cruiser, wondering what the police will do to him, puzzled by how long he has been there. Periodically he is instructed to exit the vehicle and place his hands atop his head, at which point he is riddled with bullets. Presently he will be back inside the vehicle, glancing again into its rear view mirror and once more wondering what the police are going to do to him.
     
    The Mother dreams of a large crow standing beside a frontage road, blood encrusted bullet holes scarring it’s back, driving away other birds before returning to strut in the roadway.
     
    As she now does each morning, the Mother eats breakfast outside, a second place setting untouched beside her.  Sipping tea, she observes a crow as it alights nearby, a little closer today. Recently it has begun allowing sparrows to cluster within the birch trees. Soon she will dream of her son. He will come to her, and reach for her hand, and together they will rise above the clouds. Will she return afterwards? She will find out.
     
    John 14:2  In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
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  • Ellis Act Evicted Tenants Meet with the District Attorney–The Elder Abuse Crime of Ellis Act Evictions Part 3

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
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    They were posted up at every cubicle. Threatening, over-muscled, green beret-like necks bulging with implied violence. Police officers, swat team members? The miniscule 1940’s doorways could barely hold them and there they stood anyway, watching us as we filed in to meet with the San Francisco District Attorney to file criminal charges of elder abuse under penal code 368, on the speculators using the Ellis Act to evict elders for profit.

     

    “We don’t have the people-power alone in this office to investigate these cases alone which is why we want you to also approach the police department” said DA office manager Sharon Woo.

     

    After a second press conference featuring more voices of displaced elders and their families who have lost their elders to the crime of Ellis Act eviction, we proceeded into the Hall of Injustice to meet with the District Attorney’s office. Once inside, we met with four staff members of the District Attorney’s office, two of them were the ones who investigate elder abuse cases.

     

    In the meeting which lasted a little over an hour, Sharon Woo, who manages the District Attorneys, spent a lot of time trying to tell us, as she did in our first encounter the week before when she took our original claims, the many different reasons why the DA couldn’t help us. And just like in the first encounter, revolutionary lawyer Anthony Prince, along with all of us houseless, evicted and displaced mamaz, daddys and advocates present, pushed back.

     

    “Are you saying you can’t investigate these claims,” Anthony Prince said.

     

    “No I’m saying I need more evidence, which I understand you all have brought me today,”Sharon responded.

     

    “When you end up homeless as an elder, many times you end up in a shelter or dead,” said Queenandi X, mama and poverty skola from POOR Magazine.

     

    From 98 year old Mary Phillips who has no idea what is even happening to her and is in shock, to 75 year old Miss Smith, disabled African-American resident of the Fillmore for 43 years and is now unable to leave her apartment and yet has been harassed by the new owners speculators attorneys after they gave her the Ellis Act notice, to the well-known story of Jeremy Michaels who is still fighting to stay in his community where his medical care and network of support is, because he is an elder, disabled and has full-blown AIDS, these elders and countless families with young children have been abused by these speculators and like any criminals need to be charged. 

     

    California Pen Code 368 (Elder Abuse Law)
    Any person who knows or reasonably should know that a person is an elder or dependent adult and who, under circumstances or conditions likely to produce great bodily harm or death, willfully causes or permits any elder or dependent adult to suffer, or inflicts thereon unjustifiable physical pain or mental suffering, or having the care or custody of any elder or dependent adult, willfully causes or permits the person or health of the elder or dependent adult to be injured, or willfully causes or permits the elder or dependent adult to be placed in a situation in which his or her person or health is endangered, is punishable by imprisonment in a county jail not exceeding one year, or by a fine not to exceed six thousand dollars ($6,000), or by both that fine and imprisonment, or by imprisonment in the state prison for two, three, or four years.

     

    PNN reporters will be collecting stories/evidence to take into the special investigations unit of the Police dept on Tuesday, February 25th, 2014. If you want to include your story of Ellis Act eviction abuse please email us at deeandtiny@ poormagazine.org.

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  • Ticket to Work

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Bad News Bruce
    Original Body

    A majority  of the people on SSI and Social Security, including this poverty scholar, want to pay back the community by working regular jobs, and pay back into the tax system and pay back the debt I owe the society.

    When I got the post card that said “Ticket to work” it was like a chance to eat a filet mignon stake. This was on the post card, “Go to work.” I immediately picked up my phone, set up an appointment, and went to the meeting two weeks later. I went to One South Van Ness, third floor. When I got into the room it was half empty. They had about 100 chairs out. I felt I was cherry picked. Other low income people in my building did not get this post card. As soon as I got into the place where they were having the lecture I got cookies and coffee, and said to myself, "at least I am getting some food out of this experience." I looked around the place; it was half empty. That’s where my thoughts came that this is a cherry picked operation. As they explained it, this is a new program by Social Security and SSI. The person talked and said, “Your benefits will not be attacked if you get a job for two years.” I looked around the place again. My curiosity just hit the roof. Let me tell you why I think its a cherry picked operation: Most of the people looked like they were eligible to work, because a majority of the questions were logical and sensible that the audience asked. Except for one person that fell through the cracks, the rest were wiling to work. This is sponsored by three agencies. They are the State Department of Rehabilitation, San Francisco’s Workforce Development and Tool Works.

    Then we were broken into small groups, taken outside into another courtyard. That’s where we were assigned to a caseworker at Toolworks, a non-profit organization. The first caseworker they assigned me to was overloaded, so they reassigned me to another caseworker whose first name is Alison. She started out by handing me the usual dummy jobs  then she started talking to me. At our next meeting she gave me jobs that required a Masters Degree. I was shocked because in school system I was sent to special education due to my displexia and called retarded. I have to be groomed for the interview so they will be sending me to clothes school and interview training.

    These jobs come to me as a shock. As a simple high school graduate to be qualified for a job in fields that I did not realize that I qualify for. If so, what the hell are they teaching kids in school? 

    I will give you updates as it continues.

    Thank you for reading this article.

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  • Cambiando El Amor por los Dolores/Trading in The Love for Pain

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
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    Cambiando El Amor por los Dolores

    El sol está al centro del cielo azul y blanco. Regreso de la escuela cuando de pronto inicia el sonido de tambores con diferentes ritmos y a cada paso el sonido aumentaba, y al mirar al otro lado de una malla oxidada, allí eta en el patio un joven rodeado de ollas de diferentes tamaños se miraba como una batería de una banda Rock.

    Quien será este loco, pienso y al estar más cerca estoy frente a mi amigo David que fabrico este artefacto pues suena, y sueña des ser un músico que suene como los Beatles.

    El tiempo paso y después David con su pelo largo hasta el hombro y su chaqueta del múrciela de Sololá, formo una banda que tocaba música de los Beatles en fiestas y clubs nocturnos. Por el día trabajaba como contador para luchar por la familia que formo.

    David, muy fiel siempre con su vieja, con ella a todas partes y con la motocicleta que le quedaba un poco pequeña para su gran espíritu luchador.

    David toca y danza al son que le toquen pues la sobrevivencia lo hizo cambiar su ritmo y una noche lo encontré en una fiesta por el trébol tocando salsa o cumbia y con una indumentaria tropical.

    Escuche muchos conciertos de mi hermano y amigo David su banda llamada Yesterday. Tocaba en conciertos gratis para la banda pobre y proletaria. Música o covers de bandas gringas y también música de su inspiración y creación, entre los nombres de sus grupos recuerdo, el denominado Dona Locha y sus benditos, gravo un de Álbum pero grammy’s nunca se enteraron de su trabajo artístico musical en contra de todos los vientos.

    Esta historia es la realidad de países pobres donde la cultura no es importante, como decía El filosofo Lencho Patas Planas “existen lugares donde la cultura es peste” no se le da el valor que merece al artista nacional, el talento y la cultura se pierde cada día que pasa.

    La Garra Chapina fue una serie de conciertos de bandas musicales de Rock en español que con un estilo propio y talento, compartieron el arte con canciones originales, historias de amor,  esperanza, un ejemplo de músicos que salieron al ruedo a demostrar que si se puede, y el publico jóven les apoyo.

    Todo marchaba bien

    La poca visión y el amor al dinero hicieron que empresarios guatemaltecos no apoyaran a esta creciente expresión de música y también la violencia hizo su parte Ricardo Andrade, un músico guatemalteco en lo mejor de su carrera fue asesinado por una bala asesina.

    Encontrando y escuchado sus voces

    Puedes encontrar una canción que expresa y refleja lo que pasa en los que llaman países pobres. Nos han puesto en un hoyo que para salir las personas se ven empujadas a cambiar el amor por el dolor de dejar a sus seres queridos por los dólares.

    El Norte es la canción que narra las perdidas. Puedes encontrar la cancion en internet, es muy buena cantada, y creada por Ricardo Andrade.

    Bohemia Suburbana grupo de rock guatemalteco en español nació en 1992 que después de haber sonado y grabado su música, 20 años después un programa de TV les dio la oportunidad de incluirlos en su espacio este dato marca historia como los medios de comunicación apoyan al arte y los artistas.

    Son muchos los héroes que forman grupos musicales que escuchan y comparten sus voces, en próximo articulo mencionaré a todos, los de la eterna primavera y les recomiendo Alux Nahual con la esperanza y la lucha que en Guatemala se haga un alto al fuego, corrupción, balas y la muerte. Hagamos el amor y no la guerra entre hermanos y paisanos.

    Que puede decir el ministerio de cultura de su política cultural.

    Cuéntale a tod@s  que nadie quede callado. 

                        

    Julio Sabio 2013 Diciembre

     

    Trading in The love for Pain

    The sun is the center of the blue and white sky. From school the sound of drums with different rates and suddenly increase, and looking across a rusty mesh. There, on the patio, surrounded by a young pots of different sizes looked like a drummer in a rock band.

    Who is this crazy person, I think. I look closer and I’m facing my friend David. He manufactures this appliance into sounds, and dreams of being a musician like the Beatles.

    Time passed and after David, with his shoulder-length hair and jacket Solola coat, formed a band playing Beatles music at parties and nightclub. By day he worked as an accountant to fight for the family he formed.

    David, always very faithful to his wife, moved around with her everywhere with his crappy motorcycle with a great fighting spirit.

    David plays and dances to whatever sounds that are around. Survival made him change his pace and I found him one night at a party by playing salsa or cumbia with tropical attire.

    Listening to gigs of my brother and David’s band called Yesterday. He played free concerts for the poor and proletarian. Music or musical covers of gringas bands and music from inspiration to creation, from the names of their memory groups, the so-called Dona Locha and Blessed, recorded one album but grammy 's never heard your music artwork against all winds.

    This story is the reality of poor countries where the culture is not important, as the philosopher said Lencho (Flat Feet) Patas Planas "there are places where the culture is fever" is not given the value it deserves, the national artist, the talent and culture is lost each passing day.

    The Chapin Claw was a series of band concerts of Rock in Spanish with a unique style and talent, shared art with original songs , stories of love, hope , an example of musicians who came into the ring to show that if you can and the public will support young.

    All was well

    The low vision and the love of money made Guatemalan businessmen did not support this increased expression of music and violence did his part Ricardo Andrade, a Guatemalan musician best of his career was killed by an assassin's bullet.

    Finding their voices heard

    You can find a song that expresses and reflects what happens in the so-called poor countries. We have put in a hole to exit people are pushed to change the love for the pain of leaving your loved ones for dollars.

    The North is the song that tells all that is lost. You can find the song on the internet, is very good singing, and created by Ricardo Andrade.

    Suburban Bohemia, a Guatemalan rock group born in 1992 after having recorded music, 20 years after a TV program gave them the opportunity to include their work in a space that supports media art and artists.

    Many heroes are apart of bands who listen and share their voices. In an upcoming article I will mention them all, those of the eternal spring and recommend Alux Nahual with hope, struggle, the reality of the bullets, fire, and an end to the corruption that is made in Guatemala. Make love not war between brothers and countrymen.

    Can you tell the ministry of culture of its cultural policy.

    Tell everyone that no one is silent.

    Wise Julio July 2013 December

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  • Street Cred: Advertising for the People

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Bad News Bruce
    Original Body

    About Street Cred

    Street Cred is a project of Bay Area Art Queers Unleashing Power (BAAQUP).  BAAQUP s a loose collective of arts activists with a long history of liberating public spaces and creating images to challenge the control of our lives by corporations, government and the assumptions promoted by mass media.  Our use of “unleashing power” is a homage to ACT UP – the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power, a powerful direct action movement which many of us participated in during the late eighties and early nineties.
     
    Street Cred’s public art campaigns disturb the status quo by shaking up people’s consciousness.  Our goal is to raise all of our spirits through creative resistance.  We are always looking to hook up with other groups of artists and activists, so that together we may blossom into a full-fledged force for social change.
     
    Subcomandante Marcos, the voice of the Zapatista revolution, speaks of a project that “globalizes rebellion, hope, creativity, intelligence, imagination, life, memory and building a world where many worlds fit.”  That is the project our work strives to mirror and be part of.
    We are Advertising for the People.  We challenge the hegemony of corporate messaging and reclaim advertising spaces to create unmediated dialogue with our community.
     
    Where art is possible, change is possible.  If we can change the images on our streets, we can change our reality as well.
     
    Focus:  Justice For Palestine
    Street Cred works on a wide range of issues, including immigrant rights, economic equality and queer liberation.  The struggle of Palestinians for justice is particularly important to all of us.  Some of us have lived there; many of us are Arab and/or Jewish and feel personal connections to the issue.  Primarily, we focus much of our work on the Palestinian struggle to amplify the ongoing creative resistance of the Palestinian people.  As the Soweto uprising in 1976 sparked a worldwide movement that finally dismantled South African apartheid after 40 years, so the Second Intifada, which began in 2000, has made the Palestinian struggle the iconic social justice movement of this century so far.  Palestinians have steadfastly resisted colonization for over 100 years.  The time for their freedom is now.
     
    Boycott, Divestment & Sanctions
    The 2005 Palestinian call for Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions against Israel has given social justice proponents around the world a powerful set of tools to pressure the Israeli government and our own (the United States sends more than $14 million a day of our tax money to the Israeli state, most of it for weapons) to end apartheid and land theft.  The BDS movement has been the catalyst for a dynamic outpouring of energy by tens of thousands of activists in hundreds of communities in every corner of the world.  We seek to honor and promote that work, and are propel it forward.
     
    Consumer Boycott
    The consumer boycott brings BDS to street level.  When a boycott catches fire, like the grape boycott organized by the United Farm Workers in the 1970s, the boycott of Barclays, Bank of America and other banks funding apartheid in the 1980s, or the boycott of the West Bank settlement product SodaStream, in the last year, it confronts each individual with the choice: am I for justice or will I close my eyes for the sake of comfort and convenience?  Though the economic impact of most consumer boycotts is small, its political power is enormous because of its ability to involve masses of people sending a clear message to governments and corporations.
     
    The Swedish clothing manufacturer H&M opened its first two stores in Israel in 2010, despite pressure from the active Swedish Palestine solidarity movement to live up to its corporate responsibility rhetoric.  Swedish activists launched a massive campaign involving flash mobs, alternative price tags, fashion shows, op-eds, petitions, and many other forms of outreach and pressure.  We had just heard about the Swedish campaign when we started seeing these H&M ads all over town, and decided they were ripe for remaking.
     
    Hewlett Packard (HP), a multinational corporation based in Palo Alto, manufactures the “Basel System” technology utilized by the Israeli army at checkpoints in the West Bank and the entrances to besieged Gaza.  The checkpoints restrict Palestinian freedom of movement; they keep students from getting to school and workers from reaching their jobs, restrict farmers’ access to their land, enforce separations between families, and often make it impossible for Palestinians to access necessary medical care.  The role HP is playing in Israel is very similar to that played by IBM and Polaroid in South Africa, which used their technologies to control the movement of Africans.  As documented in the PBS series, “Have You Heard from Johannesburg,” the boycott and divestment campaign initiated by Polaroid workers was the first major anti-apartheid BDS campaign in the United States.
     
    Academic and Cultural Boycott
    The cultural and academic boycott was launched by the Palestinian Campaign for Academic and Cultural Boycott of Israel in 2004, building on a 2002 statement by Palestinian academics and intellectuals in the occupied territories and in the Diaspora calling for a boycott of Israeli academic institutions in October 2003.  The cultural boycott of South Africa, epitomized by the “Don’t Play Sun City” campaign, was one of the most widely recognized elements of the movement which ended South African Apartheid.
     
    This is one of the fastest-growing aspects of the current BDS movement.  In San Francisco, one of the most active cultural boycott campaigns has targeted the Frameline film festival, which is one of the world’s oldest and largest LGBT cultural institutions.  The Israeli government aggressively promotes queer Israeli films, which would be great if they were truly interested in queer liberation.  Instead, the Israeli government is using its queer-friendly veneer to distract from its oppression of all non-Jewish residents regardless of sexuality and gender identity.  Street Cred/BAAQUP helped to popularize the term “pinkwashing” (with apologies to Breast Cancer Action) to describe this disinformation.
     
    In 2010, the three Palestinian queer organizations issued a call for international queer institutions to stop partnering with the Israeli state and its institutions.
     
    A member of Al Qaws For Sexual and Gender Diversity in Palestine writes, “Pinkwashing strips away our voices, history and agency, telling the world that Israel knows what is best for us. By targeting pinkwashing we are reclaiming our agency, history, voices and bodies, telling the world what we want and how to support us.”
     
    We Encourage You To Take To The Streets!!
    We can’t be that specific about all the techniques we use, but we can tell you all it takes is determination and friends.  
     
    For more information, please visit our website:  baqup.wordpress.com
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  • Recidivism Re-mix from the Inside Plantation : Prison Correspondent WeSearches Recidivism

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Phillip Standing Bear
    Original Body

    Factors which reinforce recidivism currently outweigh factors which address rehabilitation of criminal offenders. This is evidenced by our over-full jails and prisons, and has one beneficiary- Law Enforcement [corrections and the industries thriving by growth fueled by ineffective management of public funds, appropriated for “Rehabilitation" are inclusive to this designation].

    One of the largest Assets that the so-called ‘Correctional’ industry has is Recidivism fueled by addiction to illegal narcotics. The “drug War” that has been fought by policemen, even though it is clearly [addiction which is a disease] the realm of expertise of trained Medical Professionals. [All drug crimes are legally defined “Health Safety Code violations]. Using policemen as a means to fight addiction is a misapplication of resources at best, and the “most destructive force at play in the Drug War” [when viewed in the context of policy choices].

    Media plays a huge role in shaping public consciousness by controlling the dialogue of our society to espouse the ideas that are popular to, or serve the agenda of, media proprietors. Sensationalizing Heinous Crimes to vilify ALL of those whom are labeled “Criminal” sells papers, and builds prisons, but at the Expense not only of the liberty of our fellow citizens, but Billions of tax dollars as well. Be happy if you do not count yourself among the ‘sick’. [Addicted, by the fact of Genetic predisposition or Socially Conditioned to “Drug Culture”], or otherwise Socially outcast.

    There is no Logic in supporting the idea that “throwing good money after Bad” will Somehow yield other results that the Continued growth of the prison corrections industry, at the expense of the persons liberty of the “few” [At a time-mark my words…]. Except for those whose interests are aligned against the interests of the public.

    Interestingly enough, your “public servants” are not in any sense of the word “serving” the interests of the taxpayers (who pay them).

    They Depend upon their own inefficient “service” to justify the “need” for growth in their industries (which is an increased burden on taxpayers).

    The Recidivists trend is supported by more than addiction but has a self supporting factor Built into the Drug-culture which was birthed by the inception of our current (failed) policy regarding drug use in America. There is a better and more efficient means to deal with this and other social issues than to burden Law Enforcement [and taxpayers]. Without increase in narcotic trade- legalization of all drugs to be Dispensed only by Doctors. Take the power of unlimited expansion Away from Law Enforcement. And let Doctors heal the sick.

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  • Finding Your Tongue (A poem for the folks born and raised in San Francisco who leave in silence)

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

     

     

     

    It is said
    That it is
    The strongest muscle
    In the human body

    It has been
    Used to hurt, injure, maim
    Humiliate and on
    Occasion, build

    It has caused wars
    And disputes, ignited
    Love affairs, fanned
    The flames of hatred,
    Feuds

    Some have used it
    To manipulate the
    Masses while others have
    Used it to enlighten

    It is a powerful
    Thing, this stained
    Curved, twisted, forked
    Thick, thin thing that lies in
    Our mouth like a springboard
    Ready to pounce or inspire or
    Light the fire

    No wonder there are
    Those who want to
    Suppress it or cut it out

    Some of us go through
    Life not knowing that
    We have one

    And there’s this guy
    In San Francisco who
    Didn’t know he had
    One

    And year after year
    Eviction and removal
    Have gone by

    And the friends of his life
    The landscape of his life
    The elders of his life
    Have disappeared before
    His eyes, replaced by
    Skyscrapers

    He’s finally found
    His tongue

    It was in a jar
    In the cupboard in
    The house where
    He grew up

    And the guy
    Took that jar
    And looked at his
    Tongue

    A lot had settled
    And built up
    On it

    Hot sauce
    Ginger
    Wasabi
    Vinegar
    Soy sauce
    Fish sauce

    Sitting
    In a ferment
    Of fire

    Waiting to
    Be found

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  • A Crime to BE Sick

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Phillip Standing Bear
    Original Body

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    A Crime to BE Sick

    by Michael Glynn

     

    Do the math of this shit people

    There’s a plague on the streets

    They say it’s a crime to be sick

    If your disease is addiction

    The addicted are afflicted if they suffer and fail to effectively battle that from which they ail

    They are found guilty and locked up in prison or jail.

    I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick

    No medicine for me

    Just lock me in a f***ing cell

    Hell, throw away the key

    It’s not free It’s not just me

    It’s not your problem, yet, but just wait and see

    You’re going to find a tipping point, from which, you will never recover, just pray you got a plan

    For that, you’ll probably need another

    Another Prison, Another Jail

    Another junkie in a cell

    Another man, Another woman

    Sick of all the lies you tell

    I’m not the problem, the problem is not I

    The solution to the problem, isn’t anything you’ve tried

    More pigs More guns, More laws to Break

    How’s that been working out?

    Less money for education and healthcare

    More drugs than ever now!

    Make another Law. I break another law.

    I’m sick, sick, sick

    You make me a criminal, but I’m only afflicted

    Addicted and I’m now a soldier in this war

    And as you lose this fight remember who picked it!

    You b****es with badges and holier than thou mindsets

    Just remember when you’re under the gun you aimed at the Sick, sick, sick motherf***ers

    The medicine you sell for this disease is going to be what kills you

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  • Still Shaking the World (For Muhammad Ali)

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    My Hero

    (For Muhammad Ali)

    He has months
    To live, the
    Tabloids have
    Reported

    At one time
    He could move
    faster backwards
    Than most could move
    Forwards

    A kid sat in front
    Of a small
    Black and white TV set
    In 1975

    The words crawled
    At the bottom of
    The screen
    Muhammad Ali defeats Joe Frazier TKO round 14 in Manila

    I liked them
    Both

    (somebody had to win)

    I used to pretend i
    Was him when i
    Was a kid in the
    schoolyard

    Man, could he
    Move

    He fought
    On too
    Long

    He won the title
    When he too was
    A kid

    “I shook up the

    World! I shook up

    The world…he declared

    He now travels
    Around the
    Globe

    Reaching out
    And shaking
    Hands of old and
    New fans alike

    Shaking

    He’s still
    Shaking

    The
    World

    © 2005 Tony Robles

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  • On the Passing of Nelson Mendela : SHU Political Prisoners in AmeriKKKa

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Phillip Standing Bear
    Original Body

    Editors Note: Jose is one of several power-FUL PNN Plantation prison correspondents who was involved in the Hunger Strike to end all solitary confinement and the in-human treatment of all of our incarcerated brothers and sisters.

     

    December 19, 2013

    In recent days we’ve seen the passing of Nelson Mandela.  Many prisoners here in SHU can relate to his struggles against a settler state and his being held as a political prisoner for over 20 years.

    There are many similarities between prisoners living as political prisoners under an oppressor nation, no matter if the prisoner is in Amerikka, Palestine, or Apartheid South Africa.  When a settler state is securely embedded in the host nation, it will criminalize large swaths of the population, and particularly its most rebellious sector.  Aztlán, New Afrika, and the First Nations face not only occupation of our land by the settler state, but our peoples face oppressive laws that work to criminalize us, and then, once imprisoned, those captives who continue to resist and develop a consciousness face what I call a “dungeonization.”  This is most acute in Amerikka’s Supermax prisons, whether they are called a SHU, SMU, etc.

    The truth is SHU prisoners are overwhelmingly qualified to be called political prisoners.  Like Mandela, any one of us can be released from isolation today if we would be willing to make up stuff and incriminate others, but like Mandela we refuse to aid the settler state and compromise another.  For this, we experience torture from our oppressor.  It is true that not everyone was conscious prior to arriving to the Pelikkan Bay Death Kamp.  Many have broken with bourgeois ideology in these torture chambers despite the odds and nature of this kamp.  Either way, we are held in this torture center not for actions or wrongdoing but for thought crimes—that is, our beliefs oppose the state and this is our crime.

    The state propaganda spews their hate messages aimed at poor folks.  They say we are the “worst of the worst” and deserve to be tortured.  I have heard their spokespeople call us everything in the book and scare the public.  I came to prison for a nonviolent petty dope case.  I’m not ashamed of this because it just shows that people held in the Pelikkan Bay SHU have petty dope cases, and yet they talk of the “worst of the worst.” It was only while in prison- while I made the leap in consciousness and began to rise up for prisoner’s rights and attempt to conscientize my fellow prisoners- that I was snatched up out of the general population and placed in solitary confinement in SHU with a bogus gang label.  My past drug history also reflects that the enormous odds stacked against poor folks cannot stop our development, because even when we die our spirit of resistance lives on in those we touch.

    Today, the “drug war” is blamed on the poor colonized folks in the barrio, ghetto, or reservation.  These lumpenfolks are blamed for the dope because they may be caught with a small quantity, but drugs have always been controlled by the state.  We’ve seen a glimpse of this come out in the 1980s with the Iran/contra debacle, where it came out that U.S. agencies were bringing in dope.  But today Amerikkka blames Mexico for its dope problem.

    The drug exports from Mexico to the U.S. began as far back as the 1870s when Chinese settlers in Western Mexico began to cultivate and then export “Adormidera” (opium gum) into the US and beyond.   When prohibition kicked in, it attempted to halt Adormidera as well as liquor from entering Amerika, but instead this created an underground economy and a tidal wave of corruption in Mexico, from police to military and, of course, bourgeois politicians.  Contrary to media claims, most of the people who were sending dope into the U.S. were bankers, governors, and, of course, businessmen who used their contacts with U.S. counterparts, who they schmoozed at state functions.  For over a hundred years this was business as usual.  It was only when they were cut out of the action that it became an “epidemic.” Like everything else Amerika does, when you are of no more use the honeymoon is over.

    The same goes for the treatment of migrants, when they are needed the door is open, and then the time is right, whole families are deported without a blink of an eye.  During World War I many Amerikan industries discouraged Mexicanos from coming to Amerika.  At this time, many Mexicanos were deported as the Amerikan economy declined, even U.S. corporations pushed for deportation, like in 1920 when the Ford motor company sent 3,000 of its Mexicano workers back to Mexico— at company expense!(Meier & Rivers, p. 142).  Today we see a rekindling of this atmosphere and national contradictions are once more sharpening up.  Out in society migrants are being deported and facing “show me your papers” laws, while chicanos in prison are facing “the new greaser laws,” where our culture is once again criminalized.

    We live with our barrios and hoods being policed like interment kamps.  I read an article where an ex NYPD officer who became a whistleblower described even his experience being stopped and frisked as a child living in the Bronx.  He said, “it happens often enough that the mere sight of an NYPD car pulling up to the curb triggered an almost Pavlovian response! Before the officers had even exited their vehicle, Serrano and his friends would have their hands on the wall” (Gonnerman, 2013).

    Some people may not grasp what this whistleblower explained, but I think anyone who grew up in the barrio or ghetto understands this very well.  Our youth are not just developing this Pavlovian response, but psychologically this is imprinting in our youth that they are colonized and living under a brutal occupation.  Let’s be honest here—we have all come to know what occurs when even youth do not obey the pig.  It results in death, as we seen with Andy Lopez, Oscar Grant, Trayvon, etc, etc.

    We know that white supremacy is a prime factor to us living under a settler state, however we need to also see that this is only a manifestation of living in capitalist Amerikkka. In Eugene Puryear’s new book “Shackled and Chained” he gets at this very clearly when he writes,

    “white supremacy and racism are not floating in the air as independent and anonymous forces with the power to restructure society.  They operate in tandem with, and ultimately are subservient to, the evolving capitalist economic structure” (Puryear, 2013, p.46).

    This is an important thing to understand, because simply focusing on racism is not going to completely eradicate oppression.  For this we need to rip oppression out by its capitalist roots.  It is from this poisonous tree where all forms of oppression spring forth. Settlerism is not a spontaneous phenomenon, so we need to get to the heart of the matter.  Prisoners too must see past our immediate conditions in order to being to gain real traction in these dungeons.

    For the past 12 days I have had no light in my cell, so not only am I kept in a windowless torture chamber, but now I am in the dark unable to read, or draw.  It is not enough for the settler state to have me in solitary confinement without touching another human being or being able to see outside of a brick tomb, but now I am also kept in the dark without a light.   This is a concrete example of the repression we face for speaking up against injustice, for filing lawsuits against human rights abuses, and participating in hunger strikes.  For this we are retaliated on in this most cruel way.

    I have started the appeal process and I will increase my means of resistance as time passes.  These methods of psychological warfare and cruelty will never hamper my determination to continue in struggle.  I know that my actions are always in the right, and no forms of abuse will ever change this.  The Peruvian revolutionary Jose Carlos Mariategui said something that captured the essence of why prisoners are developing under such cruel conditions when he wrote,

    “I am no impartial and objective critic.  My judgments are nourished from my ideals, my sentiments, my passions.  I have a strong and declared aim: to contribute to the creation of a Peruvian socialism” (Mariategui, 1928, p. 6).

    Prisoners too are nourished from our ideals and fueled by the brutal conditions of the oppressor’s criminal injustice system.  In these dungeons our resistance is forged.

     

                            Free Aztlán!

    Jose H. Villarreal

     

    1)    Matt S. Meier & Feliciano Rivers, “The Chicanos: A History of Mexican Americans” pg 142.

    2)    Jennifer Gonnerman, New York Magazine, May 27th, 2013 “officer Serrano’s Hidden Camera.”

    3)    Eugene Puryear, “Shacked and Chained: mass incarceration in capitalist America” pg 46, PSL Publications, 2013

    4)    Joe Carlos Mariategui, 7 ensayos de interpretación de la realidad peruana (Lima, 1928), pg. 6.

     

    To read Jose Villarreal's recent poem "The Settler Is The Same Under Any Moon", click here:http://www.poormagazine.org/node/5011

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  • THREATENED SPECIES

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    The lion

    The panda

    The jaguar

    Pacific walrus

    Siberian tiger

    Manatee

    Wolverine

    Albatross

    Blue whale

    And snow leopard

    Are species

    Marked for extinction.

    But none

    Have been threatened with that end complete

    Longer than

    They which are

    Scattered,

    Feared,

    Captured,

    Shunned,

    Caged in record numbers,

    Made to move from place to place,

    Live in dirty, squalid areas,

    Eat poorly,

    Self-loathing,

    Self-killing,

    Called all the worst names

    And built from the ground up

    Great cities

    While in leg-irons & chains.

     

    They are unmistakably African, in look & origin.

     

    This species

    Doesn’t get listed with other

    Threatened kinds. They get no such recognition.

    Perpetual prey

    In the hunt that’s always on

    With or without guns.

     

    [ The same can be said

      For a similar breed

      With lower numbers

      Whose native habitat

      Was long since stolen from them. ]

     

     

    *From the anthology book “Poets 11: 2012”, published by & available

      from the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library.

    W: 10.8.09

    [ For Raina Feger aka SC(A)R. ]

     

     

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  • The Settler Is The Same Under Any Moon

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Phillip Standing Bear
    Original Body

    Editors Note: Jose is one of several power-FUL PNN Plantation prison correspondents who was involved in the Hunger Strike to end all solitary confinement and the in-human treatment of all of our incarcerated brothers and sisters.

     

    27 years imprisoned for one’s thoughts,

    ideas so threatening to injustice that repression rises.

    Captured like a shu prisoner and confined to Robben Island,

    One’s crime but defying apartheid settlers and denying their prizes.

     

    Was he a living example of the most acute contradictions?

    A man of peace and struggle in the face of intolerance.

    The settler is the same under any moon,

    Liberating one’s nations is the motivator for endurance.

     

    Long live Azania the people scream,

    Ebony faces holding rifles and fistfuls of okra.

    You brought the world to the apartheid front,

    People in struggle like a beautiful revolutionary opera.

     

    You missed the children’s laughter the most,

    As shu prisoners we grasp all that makes us human.

    Times have changed these chambers of repression,

    We see no seabirds today but we’ll still ride with you man!

     

    You liked to see apartheid demolished in your nation,

    Determination and support forged smiles on faces everywhere.

    Resistance continues from bantus to cholos we rise,

    Your efforts live on and we struggle because we dare.

     

    By Jose H. Villarreal

    December 2013

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  • The Food Resale Hustlin' Biz

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    Thursday, January 30 2014. Before I begin this article I apologize to the Asian guy with the cigarette who cursed me and Mr. Lynn out when overhearing me say, “Yeah, they all look the same.” What he didn’t hear me say before that was, “just as we [black folks] all look the same.”

    Damage done. Mr. Lynn asked him for a smoke after my overheard comment. Of course, he refused with an “F” bomb.

    Let me explain. I’m not very observant (on purpose). This is why I‘m not an investigative reporter and instead write columns.

    Saturday, January 25 2014. I didn’t expect to write this column. Oh, well.

    Sunday, January 19 2014. James Memorial United Methodist Church. Late September last year I found out about a few churches in the Fillmore district, including this one at 1975 Post Street. Another church is across the street and around the corner two or three blocks.

    I’ve got my backpack, bus pass, and two sturdy plastic bags in case extra food or empty glass bottles are around for recycling. Arriving late to the church for groceries around 10am, I see lots of Asians, whether they’re Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Phillipino, I don't know. A few Blacks and Browns, but mostly Asian and you can count the Black and Brown people on one hand.

    Tuesday, January 28 2014. POOR Magazine Newsroom. Phillip Standing Bear comments on this point in my story. He says, “As poor folk always in struggle, I respect, not envy, the Hustlers known as Mama Sans.”

    Back again to Sunday, January 19 2014. In line there is a color code of red, blue, green, pink, orange, and yellow badges. I guess they stand for those who’ve signed up for groceries, to prevent their getting skipped over in the line. What’s supposed to happen, is after the people in line get their bags of food, the unsigned-up (us) wait to get our chance.

    As Mr. Lynn and I wait at the church gate, it's Mr. Lynn who sees what happens. Lynn says, “This line’s getting longer, I can’t tell who’s got food but it looks like they’re doubling back for seconds!” I’m not as observant but he may have a point. The line does seem to be longer, looks like some of ‘em were reloading.

    Tuesday, January 28 2014.  Ms. Ingrid de Leon comments: "I’ve entered a community food disbursement space without being conscious of the community that resides in the area. I saw there were flowers in the bins…I took what I wanted without asking and was told, 'JUST ONE!! ONLY ONE!' That’s when I realized that I need to be considerate and think first before entering a space with services for people who may have a bigger need than I do."

    Back finally to Sunday, January 19 2014. “They go in, get out, get back in for more food, then they resell the food all over again; I’ve seen 'em before,” Mr. Lynn said to me. After an hour or so the line begins shrinking. We get our bags of groceries. We go to a second church to eat an early 11:30 lunch.

    That’s when the “They all look alike" comment is overheard. We go our separate ways.

    Tuesday, January 28 2014. POOR Magazine Newsroom.
    I bring up what happened last Sunday. POOR Magazine poverty scholars comment on our story, including Ms. Ingrid and Phillip Standing Bear.

    Queenandi X adds, "I believe that all people of color living in poverty should unite and help one another out – Black, Brown, Red, Yellow– it’s fine with me. The only problem that I have is when other 'nations' come into our already impoverished neighborhoods and suck up our resources for their benefit. Due to racism, there is no give and take, meaning that you can come into our hoods and suck us dry, but we cannot come into your neighborhood and receive the same services because of the colors of our skin."

    Thursday, January 30 2014. This renegade food pantry brigade is predominately Chinese Immigrants and they have language and immigration barriers to deal with. They work well, are very organized and work well together. Unfortunately they make it difficult for people who need the food as much as they do– messing up an opportunity for others to get it! How can we make this work for everyone when everyone has their own hustle?
     

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