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  • This Can Happen to You!

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

    May 6, 2014

    This story is about something that can happen to you. Let’s take the way-back machine to the end of March 2012 in San Francisco. Kathy Galves had just been kicked out of her house in San Francisco that she loved and adored. An evil bank named Wells Fargo and an unfair court system with a judge that violated her civil rights had booted her out.

    When this reporter got on the scene at Kathy Galves’ house, all the commotion was over. All I noticed was this poor woman trying to get her dog off the stoop. As a gentleman, I helped her out. I didn’t know her that well but we started talking. After we parted she began her travels through the wonderland of do-nothing social workers. Being a babe in the woods in this weird, weird land of unknown jargon, where this poor woman knew none of the rules and regulations, she could not fight back. Coupled with her health deteriorating, she was feeling every hit of the social worker wonderland blow by blow.

    She was introduced to this world when the woman she had been staying with post-displacement was harassing her. Kathy had hurt her ankle on MUNI and felt like she needed help in this situation. She went into a social worker’s office lost and confused to ask for help. The social worker said that she would help. But she did absolutely nothing. She did not call her for a month. By the time she called, the problems had already settled in and she was deeper into the woods.

    The second time I met Kathy she didn’t recognize me. I called her aside and told her I could get her back into her house. She looked at me confused. She thought I was blowing smoke. I do not blow smoke. My word is my bond. I had access to people that are not from the mainstream, who know how to get stuff done and work inside or around the system. (Also, I was looking for another story. As in a 1930 writer, I look for opportunity...)

    Kathy went through one agency and another looking for help. This city is like a maze. She did not know her way through through this land and got lost many times. Social workers would tell her lies and send her to wrong locations. At the Mayor’s Office on Housing (MOH), a social worker said to Kathy, “We do not have housing, we work with contractors to build new housing.” Kathy asked some questions and the cryptic social worker replied, “We do nothing with existing housing. We just build new housing.” Kathy kept getting led deeper and deeper into the woods. But one friendlier agency helped her at this time. This was the Mayor’s Department of Disability. They decided to dub Kathy’s companion, the lovely dog Betty, a proper Service Animal. And she went on her way.

    The next time I met Kathy, It was October 12, 2012. I had been arrested the night before, for reporting a story for POOR Magazine on an Occupy action to take back housing. It took the police 24 hours to process me, and by the time I got on the bunk they kicked my ass out of jail. When I got out I reported to the Travelodge on Valencia Street, where Kathy was getting evicted yet again and people were protesting. Patel Management was going to evict her because she stayed over the 30-day limit. She had residency qualifications so they could not instantly evict this woman, and yet there they were doing it anyway. Kathy would have to go through the court system for the second time. But she does not meet the criteria because she paid her rent on time. She did not break any known procedure for a lawful eviction.

    She was then shuttled from one motel to another, and starred in a spoof performance on bedbugs. She also learned about other agencies in the City that could have helped her at the time. One of them was the Housing Rights Committee and the other was Independent Resource Center. They give classes to the newly homeless. She also played the wonderful lottery game for housing. If you don’t know it, you don’t want to try it. She moved from Bayview to Chinatown and back.

    The good news is,POOR Magazine, which is a poor people-led movement i am a proud member of became a part of Kathy's impossible situation, helping her with poor people-led solutions to impossible poltrickster and bankster created problems, and fast foreward many months, Kathy and I got married and are now living together. In retrospect, Kathy’s story is only the tip of the iceberg. There are thousands more. It could happen to you!

    The rest of this will be boring to people that are not into figures. This comes out of your taxpayers’ costs that banks will never have to pay…. at the cost of courts, sheriff’s deputies and other budget-related activities.

    Using Google Scholar and along with SFGov (The City’s website) and then also simple mathematics, I found these numbers. Court costs in the year 2012, just counting Wells Fargo’s evictions, in the City and County of San Francisco, amounted to $2,000,000.00. These are not my figures. These are the figures of the Controller of San Francisco. Plus the costs paid by the 216 people Wells Fargo evicted and the services they received from nonprofits. My lovely wife Kathy is one of them.

    Thank you very much for reading this article. And think of the $2,000,000.00 in eviction court costs that could be used for the poor, in addition to the millions more eviction-related dollars spent in mental health facilities, relocation costs, and homeless shelters.

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  • Marcus Bookstore and the SFSU Student Strikes

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

    June 10, 2014

    “What he made a reality through that bookstore, was a forum where people could come together and be challenged to raise the right questions about political, religious and social
    issues,” said San Francisco Supervisor Amos Brown, of Marcus Bookstore co-owner Raye Richardson. Brown added that Mr. Richardson “made a sterling contribution of great substance in that he developed many young scholars.”

    Marcus Bookstore has been the best bookstore ever and it has a lot of history with the Ethnic Studies Department at SFSU. In the sixties there was a big protest to form a department to teach Black Studies the way African Americans on campus felt like they were supposed to teach. They had a list of demands and many things came out of the protest: the Black Student Union, the Cesar Chavez Student Center, the La Raza major, and the Asian History major. I think the strike at SFSU was connected with the Black Panthers and the fraternities and sororities. Most of my teachers sprouted from this revolution to make the first Ethnic Studies program in the United States. I sincerely believe the struggle for justice in academia is still going on, especially after the closing of Marcus Bookstore.

    Every teacher in the Ethnic Studies program makes the students buy their books from Marcus Bookstore. We kept their bookstore running because it is one of the first black bookstores in the nation. While the bookstore is being threatened with closure, I am hurting because I am an Africana Studies major, and I feel I got robbed!

    Dr. Ramona Pascoe’s September letter of protest to the Governor's office, who had called upon State Troopers to squash the protesters in 1968, says it best: “Today, all around our nation, the compelling argument for cultural sensitivity and cultural competence has been recognized as critical to our diplomatic success in meeting our neighbors in the global community with whom we share a global economy. Today, we are united. Not unlike the American Revolution, the Battle at Gettysburg, or the historic Civil Rights Movement, change comes through challenge. Will you or Maria please join us? Will you send us a letter of commendation for our achievement? Can we bury the proverbial ax?"

    There will be a news conference to support Marcus Bookstore. It is an opportunity to note the courageous actions of student strikers and their supporters; heal breaches that remain; highlight the victories achieved by the strike; make sure that the strike is more than just a footnote in history books; and to call the United States and the world to be vigilant of civil rights and social justice.

    How can we keep social justice if they denigrate everything people of color have fought for at SFSU? Evidently the cycle of violence has not stopped, as can be witnessed in the writings of a lot of the Black Studies teachers, who have fought for their classes, and written a tremendous amount of books about their experience at SFSU when they were students or young teachers. I do not know what is going to happen, but now I don’t think it is a white or black problem, it’s the poor against the rich. I think Marcus Bookstore is a closed statement, because of its history.

    The generations after us will not understand the struggle of the striking students involved in the Civil Rights Movement and the Black Panther party. Every elder at SFSU in the Black Studies Department consistently reiterates that we must keep the movement alive and follow those before them, to turn to greater accomplishments. After finding out how many teachers have left SFSU and the Black Studies department, other younger generations will not get the opportunity I had to spend time with our elders, who’ve made it happen for all the students at SFSU, especially students of color.

    I think it is absurd to close the bookstore. It’s like closing down one of the only things Black people owned.


     

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  • No Justica en las cortes para inmigrantes/ No Justice in the kkkourts for immigrants

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

    No Justicia en las cortes para los inmigrantes (scroll down for english)

     

    No Justice in the kkkourts for Immigrants

    The year started off and everything was going well with our family. However, on October 30, 2012 a tragedy occurred. Jose Antonio Matias Aguilion my nephew was murdered. He died from a gunshot wound that perforated his heart. It was horrible but what kept us going was our faith that justice would be served and that the criminals were jailed. Jose’s body was not returned to us, but we were given some peace of mind knowing that “justice would be served”. We believed that they would be on trail and serve time in prison for homicide. It was also very frustrating having to attend court and have to see the killer knowing that his hands had taken Jose’s life. I had so much anger in me. I wanted to tell him how wrong he was andthat god would punish him. He just sat there with an evil look on his face. On many occasions, my family and I would leave crying. I would cry out to God and pray.

    I said to myself, if Jose had to die so that there would no longer be any more victims of homicide the sacrifice was worth it for the cause. We assumed our community would be safe without those killers running around in the streets. We really believed that they would spend there whole life in jail.

    Unfortunately, Jose’s killer only spent one year in jail and was released. That is why his whole family today is devastated and angry. We believe the verdict was unfair. We are from Guatemala. We experienced a lot of corruption there, starting with the government and also with law enforcement. I never imagined that in America this would happen. I am so disappointed in this country, its judicial system and of course the racism that exists toward immigrants, people of color and other oppressed people! I thought our family would be safer in the US. Today, I am not sure what to believe. I am speechless! It angers me to know that Jose’s killer was set free because the jury declared him free! I’m heartbroken to know that the man confessed to the crime. Innocent? For taking a life? So Jose’s life is worthless? Hewas a human not an animal. He did no harm. Was it because he was undocumented that his life was not taken serious? I believe it was pure racism. The 12 people on the jury let the killer go free! Jose is gone and cannot defend himself. To them, killing a Latino young man illegal immigrants like killing an animal. was not a member of their family they did not care for his life. They had no facts.

    I tell the citizens of this country because I know that the people in the government of those who have studied assist them like the jury. I don’t understand why this happened. The judicial system must change. They need more professional people. What happened then with the police’s work and the investigative work??? I am trying to figure out why it’s that we have police or detective systems in this country? In the end of the day normal common people have the last word in the case and discards the work and laws and later complain that the city and the country has so much violence if they are the ones setting the killers free and innocent folks are in prison. I ask for people especially those who are citizens that support crime because there is violence and that is the way they like to live. They judge the undocumented and they judge us and torment us to the point that we are deported and the killers, they are set free and inclusively give them an applause; I became very sad because of these unfair actions. I am heartbroken because of this news and that there is no justice because humanity has decided but I do know one thing-that the man is going to continue killing more people and I hope that its not one of their family members of those who decided to let him free that were on the jury. If it were the case, they would then cry and ask that there would be justice of which they will not find any.

    Sadly, it’s the law of life and they get judged by the same system and at the time the system will not fail anyone. I do not know who were the 12 people on the jury and I would have loved to have looked them in the eyes and told them that there are no words that can console a heart who has lost a loved one in the up most violent way. But I will tell them that I forgive them for what they have done; give the killer the liberty even if he deserved to have paid with jail time for killing someone so violently. But I will say I forgive them for what they have done by giving them the liberty that man deserved to pay in jail for killing Jose. You were all not just by being racist and its fine. Remember that one pays for everything they do in life. You reap what you sow.

    One thing I will say that man will pay! In my belief, God is a just God therefore he takes justice in his divine hand. He judges everyone for their deeds right or wrong. He also knows that there’s no justice in this country or in the world! I am in solidarity with the activists and organizers that work against police brutality and injustice!! We do not believe in the system that this country promotes and that is why we do not believe that we are being protected by their policies and corrupt system! I do believe in god and in this case that he his divine judge and he will judge according to his divine judgments!

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  • Letter to San Francisco

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

    Dear San Francisco,

    I have walked the length of your streets, have felt your fog breath in my face, have stood shoulder to shoulder on your buses with the generation that came before and the one before that.  I have seen the poetry written in the walls and on the floors of those who gave the city life and nourishment.  I have seen you dance and I have seen your streets swallow whole the dreams born on the tongues of poets.  I have sat in your churches with one eye open to see if it was true that ghosts float between the pews.  I have sat in your schoolrooms where my real teachers were the faces and bodies and voices and landscape in murals that attached to my skin and moved my blood, taking me deeper into myself.  I have washed the dishes in the backroom while artists and businessmen and daughters and sons and visitors and transplants contemplated their plates, washing down fear and insecurity with the veneer of wine.  I have seen the empty lots and empty houses come alive in the poetry of my uncles.  I have heard the voices echo from the past, from the heart of the city in an empty can of beer.  In the blink of a heart I have seen the murals of our faces and bodies and minds—the landscape of our spirit—painted over in florescent hues.  I have seen our buildings and bodies and dreams knocked down, crushed by the wrecking ball mind. I have seen your children and elders vanish silently. I have seen the story in our skin fade, and I have seen the names of those children, who are now grown, names carved into their necks in cursive loops and circles and lines that travel to the pit of the heart. And I have seen the trees bear silent witness, recording everything in their leaves and in their skin. 

     

    I have seen the city’s heart in spring, in summer, fall and winter.  I have felt every tongue lap into my ear the sweet and bitter curled notes of struggle and love and tragedy.  San Francisco, I have known your two-face, three-face, four-face—your many shades that blended into a gumbo stew of fire and tears that settle in the belly that doesn’t rest.  I have heard your silence, loud silence that fills the ears and mind like the resting silence of a pawn shop asleep, encased in a glass tomb.  I have seen the trees pulled up by the roots and discarded like a Christmas tree on New Years.  I have seen buildings stab the sky, stab into our eyes and blind us.  I have heard the raven’s cry in the morning as the metal rails whip around our minds, grinding into the ground, disturbing the resting bones of abuelitas, abuelitos, grandmothers and fathers and the sacred indigenous dream paved over by a sunless sun.

     

    San Francisco, your eyes are empty, your houses are empty, your canvas is bare of poems.  Your mirrors and windows are missing reflection.  Your flowers are drained of color.  Your eyes hold no murals, your skin is scrubbed raw.  Your canvas contains no art.  Your poems are eviction notices.  Your skin is a thin postcard that reads non-deliverable.  Your tongue is a torn bus transfer out of town. 

     

    I don’t know you anymore

     

    © 2014 Tony Robles

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  • The City That Won't Leave Him

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

    Uncle Anthony still walks the streets of the San Francisco.  The landlords and real estate folks can’t get rid of him.  He walks with his leather baseball cap cocked to the side.  His movement is the vibration of blood and bone that makes the sky quiver.  The story of his life is burned and carved into his cane that rests at his side; like an old friend, supporting him, offering a bit of rest as he holds his own upon the rooted foundation of the city that gave birth to him.  Uncle Anthony with the dark shades framing Fillmore Street eyes and Fillmore Street visions.  Fillmore Street is written in his skin and in his walk and in his talk.  Uncle Anthony, in his mid-60’s, still looking young, still looking good.

     

    Uncle Anthony, San Francisco born and raised.  The real estate speculators can’t get rid of him.  They see him walking down the street and watch out of the corners of their eyes.  What is he doing here? They ask.  While the speculators can only speculate, Uncle Anthony can only remember.  He can’t forget the faces of the people of his life, the faces of the city; the faces of the mothers and fathers who have passed on, the faces of the children and the children of children that are pressed into the mural of his mind. 

     

    He talks to people that have touched the landscape of his life, remembering their words, their voices, the way their faces expressed what was in their minds.  He remembers the silence, the simmering spaces between dates and places that go unspoken.  He remembers the loss of skin, bone, voice—he sees in the shadows what remains.

     

    The roots pulled from the ground whip across his mind and body like the wind as cranes go up into the sky, claiming the air we breathe, with no memory, no mind, no music—only the drone of sameness, of decay whose veneer is blinding. 

     

    Uncle Anthony says he “don’t like San Francisco no more”.  But still, he can’t get away from it.  Fillmore Street still lives in his skin; the Mission and Chinatown and Bayview and Lakeview—all those places—still alive in his mind.  All the faces and names of  his life in the city are carved into his cane, the only thing offering him comfort as he goes from place to place in a city that no longer wants him.

     

     

    © 2014 Tony Robles

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  • Pena de Muerte Tejana Injusta/ Death Penalty in Texas Unfair

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

    Pena de Muerte Tejana Injusta

    [Scroll below for English version]

     

    En Texas, fue ejecutado el ciudadano Mexicano Edgar Tamayo por asesinar a un agente del orden publico.  Le dieron sentencia de muerte porque en Texas, el homicidio de un policía es considerado igual de grave que el homicidio de unniño menor de seis años.

    Edgar fue arrestado por robar un reloj. El policía Gaddis, lo reviso y no se diocuenta que Edgar estaba armado y lo llevo en patrulla y dentro de la patrullaTamayo mato al  policía con varios balazos. Quedo inconciente el oficial, seestrello contra una casa. Lamentablemente el policía murió cuando eratrasladado a un hospital en helicóptero.

     

    Zarco Mendoza, amigo de Tamayo, declaró a la policía como habían ocurridolos hechos y sirvió de testigo de la fiscalía en el juicio contra del ciudadanoMexicano. Luego fue sentenciado a un año de cárcel por su participación en elrobo.

     

    Tamayo no habla Ingles y nunca supo que podría y tenia el derecho de recibir laasistencia legal de las autoridades del consulado de su País.Pues no pudo tenerun juicio justo. Se que para la familia del policía se hizo justicia pero para lafamilia de

    Tamayo todo esto fue injusto. Yo no entiendo como en los Estados Unidostrabaja el sistema porque yo se que Edgar actúo mal al quitarle la vida al policíaque no pudo conocer a su primer hijo pues su esposa estaba embarazada peroel proceso legal le debía haber dado un juicio justo.

     

    Yo entiendo esto pero lo que no comprendo es que si un Latino mata a alguiencomo fue el caso de Tamayo, hay justicia pero si un policía mata a un Latino no hay justicia. Dejan libre al asesino como si se tratara de un  animal o una cosa, solo se lavan las manos diciendo que fue un accidente y tranquilos siguenviviendo.  

     

    Pero me da pesar por las familias de ambos como el que muere y el que mataporque las dos familias pierden y sufren por eso. Yo les pido, a las personas queleen esto, que piensen bien en sus actos. Piensen en sus familiares y enustedes mismos no le roben a nadie. No maten a nadie. También no hagansufrir a nadie pues por una tontería de material porque pueden perder suslibertad. Esta historia que sea un ejemplo para nosotros. Bendiciones a las dosfamilias.

    Death Penalty in Texas Unfair

     

    In Texas, the Mexican citizen, Edgar Tamayo was given a death sentence for killing a police officer. According to Texas law, anyone who commits homicide against a police officer is considered in the same category as someone who murders a 6-year-old child.

     

    Tamayo was arrested for stealing a watch. Officer Gaddis stopped him and didn’t realize Edgar was armed when he arrested him. When he was in the cop car, Edgar shot Gaddis in the head, left him unconscious and the cop car crashed into a house. The officer died in a helicopter on his way to the hospital.

     

    Meanwhile, Zarco Mendoza a friend of Tamayo declared as a witness on what happened. He was given a one-year sentence for the crime. Tamayo, who does not speak Spanish and didn’t know he, had the right to legal advice from the Mexican consulate. He did not have a fair hearing. The officers’ family thinks the trial was just. Tamayo’s family also thinks his sentence was unjust. I cannot believe this happened in the United States. I know what Edgar did was wrong, but he deserved fair trial. It is also sad that Gaddis’ wife was pregnant so he did not know his son at all.

     

    I understand the fact that he committed murder but I don’t know why when a Latino commits a crime he is prosecuted to the full extent, and when a white person or a Latino they can go free! It’s like we are animals with no value or human rights! They wash their hands, say they are innocent that it was an accident and walk free. The truth is that they deserve to be prosecuted equally.

     

    This is why I ask everyone who read this to please think before they act. Think about themselves and their family. Please don’t steal from anyone! Don’t take anything that’s not yours. Please don’t kill! Please do not make others suffer because no priced object is worth a crime. You can lose your freedom and your very life this way. I hope this story can be an example for all. Blessings to all families who have lost a loved one. 

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  • PNN-TV; Houseless Mamaz Demand Housing For Mothers Day

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

    (image of an eviction notice posted on now houseless single mama Sabrina Carter's door, evicted from privatized public housing in San Francisco)

    San Francisco – Homeless mothers and their supporters visit the office of Mayor Ed Lee to tell him that the way to honor Mother’s Day this year is to give ‘em a home.
     
    San Francisco is at a critical juncture, where financial pressures are pushing low-income and impoverished San Franciscans out of their homes and communities. At the same time when rents have risen dramatically, income loss and real estate speculators are putting even more at risk.  Homelessness is at a crisis level, families are waiting for more then 6 months just to get a bed for their children to sleep.  SFUSD reports that over 2,200 of their students are homeless – and this number does not include the children aged 0 – 5 who are not public school students yet.
     

    “We are calling on San Francisco to take swift action to both prevent further displacement of San Franciscans by investing ineviction prevention, while reapidly re-husing up to 700 househilds through fixing up vacant public housing units and subsdizing households in private and non-profit housing.  These intitiaves are exactly what SF needs right now.”  According to Julia D’Antonio of the SRO Families United Collaborative. 

     

    The Coalition on Homelessness, along with the Emergency Services Providers Association is putting forward four proposals, one to fund homeless prevention  which would stave off displacement for 2,700 households.  The other three are to fix up vacant public housing units and move homeless families into them, expand current private market housing subsidy and lastly, subsidize households in turn-over non-profit affordable housing units so that homeless households can afford to move in.

     

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  • Not Ghost Town, But Homefulness Town: Re-Views for the REvoluTion

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

    April 14, 2014

    At POOR Magazine's indigenous news-making circle we call Community Newsroom this April there was a storming result of women and organizations coming together with holiness to lead the circle. We got visitors from other parts of the country, and what they said confirmed that for some reason, gentrification and mistreatment is going on all over the United States. Our visitors came from Detroit to screen their film, “We Are Not Ghosts.”

    I went to their movie screening at the First Congregational Church of Oakland. “We Are Not Ghosts” is about the problems in Detroit and the wonderful outcomes there, which grew from people’s work regardless of class, creed, color, or religion. A lot of people think gentrification is because of race and class privilege but I sincerely believe gentrification and mistreatment work against both the poor and the rich. No class, less class: it doesn’t matter, private corporations tear down family stores and indigenous-led gardens.Evidently Detroit was known to be the worst place in the United States and there are miles and miles of nothing, like the desert. The screening showed live footage of grassroots solutions like what they call the D-town Farm, a literacy school, and even a biking system. I wonder if the Detroit which they refer to as “ghost town” will spread amongst all the people and then everyone will collaborate against displacement and gentrification like Detroit has been doing.

    The garden in the movie is led by all races, and it is unique, because white people are always criticized for building nonprofits in the low-income communities, and do not teach people how to establish their own nonprofits. But here white people’s role is different and they collaborate with people of color leadership. They grow beans, rice, wheat, vegetables, and they raise their own animals that are not pumped with hormones but cared for with love. The gardeners have another project that bakes fresh pies and a whole line of fresh desserts. They interviewed the youth at the end of the screening and they said they like the green life and not the deserted place they were. They are not owned by corporate entities, because it is people-led, and I was amazed how they turned this deserted place into a living joy with peaceful practices and healthy environment.

    The thing that most stuck out to me was the literacy program that was led by mothers and volunteers who teach the kids leadership skills as well as regular reading curriculum. One of the teachers stated, “We have to love these children like they came from our own womb, and connect them with elders.”

    Lastly they made transportation by riding bikes and traveling from neighborhood to neighborhood. Less pollution is a great idea as is teaching exercise as a meaningful thing to practice in life.

    At the end of the screening we had group discussions on how the Bay Area is being targeted the same way Detroit was. I just recall this one lady saying white people need to teach other white people how to treat blacks. I brought up a suggestion stating all people have to learn from each other and respect each other because of the differences of culture. There does not have to be an isolated training on how to work with low-income based communities, because black people are human, white people are human, Chicanos are human, and the list goes on. We need to hear from everybody. The group I was in had concerns about how corporate government might destroy what they built, but hopefully that doesn’t happen. Another statement was that the people in the movie are not just making a garden, they are creating a green community that doesn’t have to rely fully on the government.

    The problems facing Detroit and the Bay Area are deeper because a lot of people with no education mostly tend to be poor people, and they have no jobs. No jobs means more crimes, and that is what the main leader of the “We Are Not Ghosts” group brought up after they announced, “The people in Detroit are not Ghosts and they are showing how to make the planet.” They are flipping around the way things usually go, turning away from violence.

    The reason I wrote Homefulness in the title is because all of us poor and indigenous, multi-generational, multi-racial, multi-lingual folks at POOR Magazine launched  a similar almost exact project in East Oakland on sacred Ohlone land we call Homefulness in Deep East Oakland. This is a neighborhood that is intentionally blighted and destroyed by what Tiny at POOR calls poltricksters and real estate snakkkes, causing folks who dont know to be is terrified to enter because of the violence, but  we are humbly building this landless peoples movement with love and our own values as fellow poor people who have been racialized and hated. We create jobs when we have the money to that get distributed to the community already there and actively work to lift up the neighborhood through jobs and prayer and spirit, which then works to keep the violence down. We see this as an example of a poor people-led autonomy and self-determination. We collaborate humbly with other poor people-led groups and learn from the examples of the Zapatistas in Chiapas, the Landless peoples movement in Brazil, the Shackdwellers Union in South Africa and now, hopefully our beautiful comrades from Detroit.
     

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  • The Wealth-Hoarders and land-stealers change the locks on Black History in San Francisco

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

    Marcus Books Raises $250,000 to buy back their own store and still gets locked out,- but they aren't giving up!

    “We got a ‘Funky and low-down feeling, but we rock steady,” said Greg Johnson, Marcus Books co-owner addressing a small press gathering at Meadows Livingstone School in San Francisco yesterday. He was harkening back to the undisputed queen of soul, Aretha Franklin when he described the struggle of Marcus Bookstore in the Fill-no-more district of San Francisco, which is the undisputed vessel of Black history and literature, the original location of New Bop City and is currently fighting to stay alive in San Francisco, which might now be known as the undisputed pinnacle of wealth-hoarding and displacement.

     

    “They locked us out of our home,” The recent unjust tragedy that inspired the press conference started last Tuesday when my own recently gentrified (out of the Mission) eyes were gazed up at by the tear-filled six year old eyes of the grandbaby of the Marcus Books family, who is also a youth skola at POOR's Family Project, relating the recent injustice of their long-time family store being locked out by the "new owners". 

     

    "They (Sweiss family, owners of Royal Cab, Big Dog Cab & dispatch for City Wide Taxi Co) bought the bookstore for 1.6 million and now want us to buy it back for 2.6 million. We had a little more than one month to raise a million dollars. We were able to raise $250,000 and they locked us out anyway," 

     

    "Contrary to several media reports Marcus Books is not in bankruptcy, it is a thriving business and we have no plans to close our store," concluded Greg. 

     

    "Black history is everyone's history, said Karen Johnson, the other co-owner of Marcus Books. She then gave the crowd a powerful lesson in African deep structure and the ways in which this sale of this historical landmark is emblematic of the ways in which material values are guiding the world in this terrifying and destructive time of rampant displacement and removal. 

     

    Karen's herstory brought my strong Black/indian Mama Dee into the small room at the Afro-centered Meadows Livingstone School, she and i learned back so much of our own her story that this wite-supremacist ruled world Never teaches you from the books and culture at Marcus Books. The values of our indigenity, of our multi-racial, multi-cultural ancestors, buried under so much settler colonial teaching doled out to poor folks like my mama and me, in institutional schools, orphanages, and jails, where so many of us Po' folks are sent live and breathe in the books and art and voices that have circulated Marcus Books for generations. We often say there would be no POOR Press without Marcus Books. 

     

    "My family was displaced from the Fillmore district, and now this City, where my entire family has spent their life, are telling us that they don't want us here," said Tony Robles, Board president of Manailatown Heritage Foundation and co-editor of POOR Magazine. Tony went on to propose that the imminent domain concept that alloved the redevelopment agency to steal so many Black families homes in the 60's & 70's behind the first wave of "Negro removal" be used to take back the Marcus Books building from the Sweiss family who have only bought it now to profit off of it, which in and of itself is a crime of culture and life.

     

    "We are asking Mayor Ed Lee to step up and actually do the right thing and save this crucial landmark we all need. The press conference was organized by Grace Martinez of ACCE and also included the powerful voices of Grace Martinez, Gail Meadows and Denise Sullivan--

     

    The family is planning a series of actions to fight this unjust removal but for now readers can call Royal Cab and tell the Sweiss family to sell Marcus Books back to the Johnson family. To find out about the next actions to Save Marcus Books email sfacce@calorganize.org


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  • Empty Vessel

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

    April 15, 2014

    The bedroom is a refuge, its walls boasting photographs of a young life as it unfolded. Little league, first communion, high school prom. A SWAT team had violated its sanctuary immediately after the shooting, looking for something to validate the police officer’s version of events. Sage and prayer restored purity to the room.

    Her mood melancholy, she sinks wearily into the rocking chair. Melancholy is the best she can hope for, its implicit gloom and sadness preferable to the clutches of infinite emptiness which overwhelm one’s defenses and tear at the soul.

    Abruptly a desperate emptiness floods her being. Time has not eased the mother’s loss, nor has it softened the weight upon her heart. She whispers his name, sliding off the chair onto her knees as if to pray, arms supporting her weight as she sinks to all fours.

    “No no no, oh God noooo, sweet Jesus no, oh God no”.
    The mothers arms weaken and she pitches forward, shrieking her son’s name, clawing at the rug as nails break off at the quick. A final scream then dissolution into weeping and moaning.

    Becoming aware that minutes or possibly hours have passed, she swipes at the tears and snot and spittle streaking her face and rises to her feet. Leaning against a doorjamb, she crosses herself and asks Him for the strength to get thru another day.

    Face washed, makeup lightly applied, hair tied back, the mother gazes at her reflection and is struck by deja vu. Something about her eyes. She rarely looks at herself, idly wondering if her eyes always have that look now.

    The sun was alone in a cloudless sky, it’s rays warming a mother who sat in a park, also alone. Near her feet a ladybug with missing legs slowly and painfully dragged itself in a circle. Regarding the creature with both pity and empathy, she speaks down to it softly. “just like me, poor baby. Just like me“. A thin finger rests upon its wing cover, lingers, absorbs its pain, ends its suffering. Squatting, the mother scoops dirt over the tiny creature then with a fingernail scratches a cross alongside.

    That night she dreams of a sun alone in a cloudless sky, it’s rays warming her back. In the dream is a damaged ladybug, dragging itself in a circle. She picks it up, crying as she speaks to it of her son. Her tears wash over it’s broken wing covering, cascading slowly off to become new legs. The mother watches it take flight.

    The bedroom is a refuge, its closets filled with his clothing and memorabilia, a nightstand contains keepsakes and writings and pictures too sensitive or precious to hang on the walls. Sage and prayer maintain its pristine spirituality.

    Her mood desolate, she sinks wearily into the rocking chair. Desolation is preferable to the clutches of infinite emptiness which overwhelm one’s defenses and tear at the soul.

    Recalling the previous morning’s encounter with deja vu, she reaches inside the nightstand drawer for an envelope and extracts a photograph – their last picture together. His cheek had been so cold against hers. The look in her eyes was haunted, ghastly. She recalls looking up at the camera, instinctively starting to smile then grasping that she would never have reason to smile again. She had become like he was, she had become what she had clung to in the photograph, she too was an empty vessel.


    (The exquisite painting ‘A Response to a Distant Echo of Pain‘ is by Rowan Newton, his website is here: http://rowannewton.co.uk/artworks/ )

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  • Resting Place

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

    April 15, 2014

    Three figures repose in the fallow soil, holding hands, gazing skyward, two small figures flanking a larger one. The mother’s arm raises to point at a cloud above, the twins heads moving to follow.

    The cloud is majestic as it slowly passes across the horizon. Ubadah tells her children the greatness of Omnipotent Sky God, of His wisdom and infinite mercy. Another cloud’s wispy tendrils brings to mind Spider, the mother sharing tales of the trickster her own mother had told her as a child. The twins giggling devolves into a contest to laugh the loudest, and the mother knows it is time to bring her tired daughters back to the village. Ubadah arranges the slings of the small harvest bags over the twins foreheads, shrugs her own bag full of cassava over her shoulders and follows the girls as they set forth onto the trail.

    Sniffing at the breeze, the mother’s senses come alive. She hears a dry branch snap behind her, turns to behold a group of men in the distance who begin to run towards her. Shrieking “Panin! Kumaa! Gwan! GWAN!” she throws off her burden and runs to protect her children.

    As her daughters sleep alongside her, each one chained to an ankle, Ubadah quietly endures the thrusts of a Foreigner. What had once been a loving gift to her husband was now something foul. Eyes closed, her lips move silently in prayer, devotion and dreams their only respite from the fear and misery of the slave ship. Eventually she joins her daughters in blessed sleep.

    Elder Twin stands alone on a flat white mound, surrounded by Foreigners wearing crowns. People of all ages sit upon the ground nearby, chained ankle to ankle. One Foreigner emerges from the crowd to approach Elder Twin, pulling her mouth open to peer inside then squeezing her arms and legs.
    Now it is night, and Elder Twin is in a large hut, candlelight flickering to alternately hide then reveal her face. A Foreigner enters, roughly pulling off her garment. Eyes closed, lips moving silently in prayer, the child endures.
    The child’s eyes snap open, staring directly into hers.

    The mother awakens, tears fresh upon her cheeks. Looking to one side, she hears Younger Twin’s soft breathing. Moonlight illuminates the sleeping girl. Turning to the other side, she gasps. Elder Twin’s eyes still stare directly into hers. Her daughter whispers urgently, asking where Younger Twin was, asking where Ubadah was, begging not to be left by herself again.

    There are names for the Foreigners. Red Face Foreigner, Angry Foreigner, Wood Leg Foreigner. One exhibits a bit of kindness, unchaining the women so they might more easily relieve themselves and bringing extra water to sick children. He was called Young Foreigner. Along with a weapon that would soon be hers, he represented a path to freedom.

    Ubadah has begun to smile at Young Foreigner, her smiles rewarded with extra yams at mealtimes for herself and the twins. Once she allows her legs to part slightly, her reward an obvious stiffening of his root. It will be time soon.

    She smiles widely at Young Foreigner now, allowing her legs to part again. Drawing near, he sinks to his knees and crawls the last few feet to kneel in front of her. Ubadah holds both hands in front of her eyes briefly, then glances at each daughter. She makes the gesture once more, again glancing at each daughter, then brings her hands together in a supplicating gesture. Young Foreigner nods and unchains the three of them. The mother drops a hand to her side, throbbing shredded fingers closing upon the iron nail she has painfully extricated from the wooden planks.

    Thrusting the nail into his scrotum, she rips upward, cleaving his root in two. Scooping up her screaming daughters, she races onto the deck and leaps onto the edge of the ship.

    Her eyes deep pools of pain and adoration, Ubadah presses her lips to each terrified child’s forehead and then bends her head back to regard the sky. Whispering “Onyame fofora biara nni ha ka Wo ho“, she hugs the twins tightly and steps forward.

    Three figures repose on the ocean floor, holding hands, gazing towards the surface, two small figures flanking a larger one. Undersea currents buffet the larger figure, lifting a skeletal arm to point upward. Two small skulls move to follow.

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  • Wizard At Odds

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

    April 15, 2014

    “Toto I’m beginning to get the feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore”- Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz

    While strolling through Pacific Heights one afternoon I began to wonder if the manuscript for the “Wizard of Oz” was conceived during a ride through this the wealthiest neighborhood in America. I found out differently but then realized that the quickly changing pace of the city especially during the new technology boom has transformed the city into a bizzaro Wizard of Oz, a Wizard of Oz in the Twilight Zone if you will.

    What makes it bizzaro is we are the ones who are lost like a slew of Dorothies while the political leadership takes on the roles of the other characters.

    Let us begin by matching names to characters and the reasoning behind it, though some things aren't exact or even consistent.

    We’ll start with the Scarecrow. That distinction would of course go to the mayor of our city, Ed Lee. It’s not that Mr. Lee is a complete moron but rather because, although he tries to be secretive with many of his schemes, it's not long before light is shed on them and the brains of them are figuratively knocked out.

    Next in the role of the Tin Woodsman would be none other than Police Chief Greg Suhr. His cold piercing stare and desire to give his troops whatever they ask for or overlook any of their liabilities would suggest he doesn’t have a heart.

    The Cowardly Lion would have to be Sheriff Ross Mirkarimi. Reason being his claiming to be down with the people but afraid to speak up for them, even requesting a new jail to lock even more black and brown people in.

    The Wicked Witch of the West is most definitely Kamala Harris who as local DA built her career on locking up 35 black people to every 1 white person and used her blackness as a reason to be elected State Attorney General!

    Former SF Mayor and current Lt. Governor Gavin Newsom of course would be the Wizard! Why? you might ask? He is the “wizard” behind the scenes who put on the big production by placing Lee in his former spot, George Gascon in as police chief, and sitting while watching and waiting hoping to be ignored but all the while trying to get everyone to pay attention to the illusion.

    But of course the lines aren’t always clearly defined and the roles and characters are often interchanged with State and Federal leaders.

    In fact the original story “the Wonderful Wizard of Oz" written by L. Frank Baum and published in 1900 had its own political implications, some direct and some implied.

    Baum apparently was a political activist in the 1890s .
    There were in fact 3 different versions of the story: a novel in 1900, a Broadway play in 1901, and the famous Hollywood film in 1939.

    Much of the political implications regarding the 3 versions of the story connect to visual images in the story line. Much of Baum's activism was in regard to silver and gold, and in the Broadway production he actually made reference to figures like then-President Theodore Roosevelt ( and yes at times Obama is the wiard!). The yellow brick road is a direct reference to the gold standard and the silver slippers (later became ruby slippers) reference the silvirite sixteen-to-one silver ratio.The cyclone that got Dorothy in Oz in the first place would suggest political upheaval much the same as the current tech boom that is causing a diaspora of sorts.

    There's no place like home.... when are the ruby slippers gonna kick in?

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  • The Lumpen HAS Stood Up!

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
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    May 20, 2014

    The people concentrated in US prisons are largely Lumpen. In the classical sense the lumpen-proletariat are a subgroup of the proletariat. In the US this can better be defined as simply the Lumpen class. A “class” simply means people who have a common social or economic relation to society. I.e. in our case, as prisoners we share common relations to the capitalist mode of production--we don’t have a pot to piss in--that currently exists in US society. Our interaction to the means of production results in us existing as Lumpen.

    Prisoners have existed as Lumpen even if we have not realized it. Just as Brown, Black, or Red peoples would exist as internal semi-colonies within the US even if we did not realize it. Our interaction with US Imperialism would still validate our existence as internal nations whether it was acknowledged by us or not, for these are scientific laws that exist in the material world.

    Class contradictions, like all contradictions in the material world, take on different manifestations. They contract and expand and interact with other phenomena in the natural world and these interactions allow new contradictions to arise and new reactions to develop in response. The Lumpen in not exempt from this process, and so understanding this process allows us to apply dialectical materialism where we can harness these dialectical laws in order to advance the Lumpen and further our class interests which have been out of our reach for decades.

    Class struggle is very real and our class enemies understand this far deeper than many of us prisoners.Their understanding is reflected in the prison boom that has plagued the peoples deriving from the barrios, ghettos and reservations throughout the US. We must understand what class struggle really comes down to. Mao explained class struggle as such:

    “A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained, and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.” (Mao Zedong, 1927)

    Mao said this to highlight that one class will not be swayed from power via the pen alone or by other reform, that oppression will not disappear easily but will have to be pried from the hands of the oppressor and this is the essence of a class struggle.

    CLASS STRUGGLE IN US PRISONS

    What we are currently facing in California prisons in general, and the SHUs in particular, is a concrete example of class struggle that is being waged by the Lumpen and our allies on the outside. Our common oppressor is refusing to budge in its oppressive grip that results in thousands being tortured and thousands more ensnared in the injustice system that imprisons us in these concentration kamps. Our examples of class struggle behind prison walls is seem in the prison strikes. These are class contradictions erupting even if most participants do not identify what the essence of these struggles area about. The State understands them quite clearly. The strikes are a beautiful example of struggle but strikes alone will never bring us totally to victory because political education is also needed in order for a struggle to stay on the right path and avoid sinking to the swamp of reformism.

    WHY ARE THERE SHU’s?

    In order to navigate the challenges we as Lumpen are faced with, let us first understand what exactly we are experiencing. We should understand that the SHU is not simply where they send the homies, it is much more than that. Solitary confinement is designed to render one mentally ill, that is to inflict psychosis. One of the architects who designed Pelikkkan Bay SHU stated it was “designed to hold Hannibal Lecter” (Tietz 2012). Now, for an architect to be honest and candid enough to admit what kind of environment the SHU was designed for speaks volumes to how the state views those of us housed here in the SHU!

    People, there is one purpose for sending us to the SHU, and it’s NOT for “rehabilitation.” So if we take the statement of an architect who built this house of horrors, then the criminality of the state has been affirmed from the time the first shovel broke ground.

    The hunger/work strikes of 2013 were a continuation of the 2011 strikes. These recent strikes peaked at over 30,000 prisoner participants, a historical record. It was powerful to see that the most brutal dungeon in the US can also produce the highest form of humanity: activism. Only by understanding dialectics do we understand how this is possible.

    The strike-related death in Corcoran SHU harkened back to Margaret Thatcher’s handling of the 1981 prison hunger strikes in Ireland, in which she essentially allowed prisoners to starve to death. But prisoners are circling the wagons and remaining determined to stop the torture by any means necessary. Our strikes have unmasked our common oppressor in a way that has not been done for some time by US prisoners. But our resistance has only matched our oppression which has also peaked in a unity of opposites. This opportunity should not be lost, but built on and steered to take on a more revolutionary impulse.

    When we really understand the nature of SHUs, we will find more ways to resist. Isolation attempts to destroy our sense of reality. Our interaction as social beings to other people helps ground us in reality, and for this reason the state works hard to keep its SHUs open for business. But profit is not the true motivator to this prison boom--not just in California but throughout the US prison system more broadly. Some have erroneously taken on the notion of the prison boom and mass imprisonment in the US being profit-driven in the form of private prisons and prison labor, but this is not true. The true motive that I have found, having spent most of my life in these dungeons, is in population control. The manner in which surplus labor is extracted from prisons as a whole does not conform to the thesis of prisons being profit-driven. This erroneous view actually negates national oppression which remains at the helm of the criminalization of millions in the US injustice system. Imprisoning huge chunks of the more rebellious sectors of the internal semi-colonies, coupled with neutralizing our leadership at key junctures, insulates the super parasite.

    Our oppression as Lumpen is a microcosm of the world-scale and the periphery (oppressed nations) specifically. If we look at it economically, Che got at this when he said:

    “Ever since monopoly capital took over the world, is has kept the greater part of humanity in poverty, dividing all the profits amongst the group of the most powerful countries...there should be no more talk about developing mutually beneficial trade based on prices forced on the backward countries by the law of value and the international relations of unequal exchange that result from the law of value.” (Guevara, 1965)

    In the US, our poverty results in prison and for those still rebellious we get SHU. While the wealth extracted from third world countries is divided up by the monied class in the US (the bourgeousie) and its internal and external allies, oppressed internal nations on these shores are excluded from even developing economically so long as we are living under the heel of Amerikkka, as Che pointed out. So long as capitalist Amerikkka is breathing, our only options are to help develop it economically, or to resist.

    HOW ECONOMICS HAVE A ROLE IN OUR OPPRESSION

    One’s economic relations defines one’s class, as surely as one’s land defines one’s nation. Even as prisoners, we can trace our class compositions from our economic origins. The analysis should be done so that we understand our origin and reason on existence. This also ensures that in our struggles we never fall to economism or other reformism which seeks mere cosmetic changes rather than real advances with teeth. Marx taught us that our social reality stems from the exploitative economic relations, that this is the essence of Marxism and is true even to the Lumpen. In The Poverty of Philosophy Marx illuminates class struggles when he says:

    “An oppressed class is the vital condition for every society founded on antagonism of classes. the emancipation of the oppressed class thus implies necessarily the creation of a new society. For the oppressed class to be able to emancipate itself it is necessary that the productive powers already acquired and the existing social relations should no longer be capable of existing side by side. Of all the instruments of production, the greatest productive power is the revolutionary class itself. The organization of revolutionary elements as a class supposes the existence of all the productive forces which could be engendered in the bosom of the old society.” (Marx, 1847)

    Here, Marx explains how an oppressed class can only truly free itself from oppression through the creation of a new society because the laws of Capitalism demand that class contradctions remain in place, that is that Capitalism cannot go on breathing so long as classes cease to exist. What’s more, prison oppression will continue to exist so long as Capitalism exists. So in prison we may gain small tokens such as colored pencils or the ability to purchase socks, etc., but our oppression as Lumpen will continue in a Capitalist society. We will continue to supper from national oppression and concentration kamp conditions because the ruling class understands this is indeed a class struggle and their class currently weilds power. As a result they are attempting to crush anyone who threatens their existence (us).

    It is the vast majority of the public and prisoners who do not understand what is occurring. But at some point the Lumpen must grasp this truth and only then will we make true revolutionary advances in US prisons as well as out in the barrios and ghettos. The heart of the matter lies in the simple words Marx spoke of above, that in order for true freedom from oppression to come about, the ruling class cannot exist “side by side” with the oppressed class. And this is ultimately what class struggle entails.

    Economic oppression is one manifestation we suffer from in the US and which is a factor in all the prisons and our dugeonization. So we need to broaden our understanding and in order to begin to harness the power of the Lumpen, it’s important that prisoners continue to be nurtured politically. This nurturing will derive from the physical realm as well as the ideological realm. In the physical realm, we need to identify and expand our modes of cooperation within the prisons which will serve to fertilize further struggle for prisoners’ rights. Finding ways to collaborate in struggle also serves to strengthen cooperation. Such behavior improves our social relations as prisoners and solidifies commitment to the prison movement.

    The physical aspect is only one piece to the puzzle, it is one direction and the ideological realm is another. In order to ensure we have the tools to dig ourselves out of our oppression we need to expand our ideas and learn from history and struggle when people liberated themselves. How they transformed society so that their people no longer suffered under capitalism. Only when we obtain the most correct ideology can we ensure the people are lead down the quickest road to liberation.

    WE ARE A MOVEMENT

    The biggest hurdle has been overcome, which is to get prisoners to recognize our concrete reality as a prison movement. All prisoners should be proud of this accomplishment and for making history with our class struggle, but we are not done. Marx said in The German Ideology: “The separate individuals form a class only insofar as they have to carry on a common battle against another class; otherwise they are on hostile terms with each other as competitors.”

    Many prisoners will read what Marx said and think how uncanny has words describe prisoners. Marx understood the dialectical laws and the class contradictions that apply to all classes, even the Lumpen. What we think is on;y a prison phenomenon goes on everywhere, even out in society. Marx’s truth is that even with the advances the Lumpen has made with a 30,000 person army standing up in dungeons throughout the US, so long as we continue this class struggle for our class interests we will continue our momentum. Our class character will solidify and become stronger which will translate into us making longer strides and acquiring greater gains and taking back our humanity. If we stop struggling against our common oppressors we will once more be not a prison movement, but simply competitors. As competitors we will be fighting for crumbs swept from the master’s table and in the process we strengthen our real class enemy: Capitalism. This competition will in turn strengthen US Imperialism around the world.

    In the barrios and ghettos the people are competing for street corners rather than fighting for our land, our respective national territories and our class interests as well. It’s ok to be fighters and it’s great to struggle, but our efforts should be harnessed to our class interests and aimed at our class oppressors because for awhile now the ruling class has been doing all the fighting and taking the offensive in the US, while we act as competitors against ourselves. But today this is changing because the Lumpen as stood up!

    What prisoners should understand is that this was a huge development for the prison movement. when all nationalities delivered a blow to the state. This was a huge development because it confirmed what the prison movement (activists, prisoners and ex-prisoners who work for prisoners’ rights): that prisoners by our very nature are a potential revolutionary force. While the majority of the US Left believes prisoners and Lumpen more specifically are of no use to real struggle and only exist as a burden to a future Socialist revolution. The prison movement discards the Trotskyist views and instead sees more potential for future revolution in prisoners and LUmpen specifically, than in American labor. Our 30,000 persyn army was only a glimpse of the potential that prisoners have, and it allowed us to see the possibilities that the small minority of the left which comprise the prison movement had seen long before us all. So our struggle was not only something special for us prisoners, but was also something for the long years of struggle from our outside supporters in the prison movement. Many times it is a small minority who identifies the truth. Numbers do not equate correctness, this is why we have cadres.

    CONTRADICTIONS ON BOTH SIDES OF THE PRISON WALLS

    When it comes to analyzing the prison movement, whether one is in prison or out in society, we must do so in a way that helps us see the strengths and challenges. Only in this way can we respond to advance the prison movement the farthest. The Lumpen exercises its class consciousness in the prison movement, so it naturally is something all progressive people should take notice of. The state utilizes prisons in order to drive a wedge between the people and the Lumpen in a divide-and-conquer tactic. The US Left has tended to put their money on US “workers” which are a bourgeosified sector and thus not revolutionary at this time. US prisoners have more to gain from revolution than does Amerikkkan labor, which often wants more crumbs, which ultimately derive from exploitation of third-world countries. Of course, the future may hold other possibilities, but for now prisoners taste oppression more than Amerikkkan labor, or as one article defined it:

    “In Third World countries, individual masses in the unions can be won over and, so, are worth targeting since they have come to political activity in some form. In the imperialist country, the labor aristocracy is part of the petty-bourgeousie and has an interest in maintaining imperialism. These individuals can commit class suicide and join the revolution. As a group they will not do this now.” (MIM Theory ⅔)

    Here it was defined where the labor aristocracy stands in class struggle in the US. It’s important to note that within our United Front efforts, out in society as well as in prisons, we always apply the concept of “one divides into two.” This means we have a united front but one divides into two will determine whether this front becomes stuck in reformism or takes a revolutionary impulse. This is what I am attempting to apply here to the prison movement, where we have this united front but we must define our political ideology in order to guide the struggle as a revolutionary course. There exist within the prison movement many different levels of consciousness and views, and without apply the concept of “one divides into two,” one would be unable to identify the most revolutionary aspect of the prison movement from the most reactionary. So, it is up to all conscious prisoners to allow the casual observer to see this difference in ideology while keeping the prison movement fully intact.

    In an attempt to push the prison movement forward we must first find the principal contradiction. We do this by applying dialectical materialism, which divides all phenomena into its opposite. By identifying the opposing forces in any phenomenon, we can focus our attention and energies on a clear target area. In all phenomena we will find the principal contradiction and everything else will be considered secondary contradictions. In today’s world, the principal contradiction is between the oppressed nations and the oppressor nations. One cannot exist without the other, and they are interconnected like all phenomena in a unity of opposites.

    We know the principal contradiction within the prison system is between prisoners and the state, because it is the state which keeps us existing as prisoners and if the state was to be dismantled we would be liberated. But the prison system is not the prison movement, and each has its different contradictions. Within the prison movement the principal contradiction is bourgeois ideology versus revolutionary ideology. This means, on one hand are those who make up the prison movement, including prisoners, in the camp of revolutionaries, who see this struggle to be ultimately aimed at the state and US imperialism, and so we realistically see this as a protracted struggle that will not be resolved anytime soon. Our approach is to chip away at state repression, gaining reforms while raising the consciousness of the Lumpen by educating prisoners and our external allies through practice. This is all done with the main thrust of guiding more prisoners, our external allies, friends and family out in society to the prison movement and ultimately to anti-Imperialism. This is all helping to develop the social conditions on these shores for future revolution. On the other side of the coin are those who cling to bourgeois ideology which expresses itself in parasitism, that is, individualism. Bourgeois ideology includes some who’re just fine with the way prisons are, or the way society is, so long as they are still allowed to oppress and exploit others. Those with Bourgeois ideology are more likely to want to settle for colored pencils or the ability to purchase sodas on canteen. These are two main camps that make up the principal contradiction within the internal prison movement.

    As of this writing, the State refuses to grant us our five core demands. It’s interesting how the State attempts to blame strike-related deaths on “suicides,” because California has the most prisoner suicides in the US, almost half of which occur in SHU’s (Ramseth, 2012). This shows that conditions are so barbaric that many are driven to suicide in these torture chambers, but those of us held in SHUs for years understand that this has always been the State’s intent.

    Those of us who participated in the strikes have seen retaliation from the State, in the form of write-ups, confiscation of our property (including legal property), and some re-housing. All this was coupled with cranking up the air conditioning so that our cells turned to refrigerators, opening the mechanical door every half hour for “counts,” and loud screaming into the speaker at all hours of the night to inflict sleep deprivation. Most of the world equates this treatment with torture. Even for those of us out on the mainlines, prisons use arbitrary detention in SHU to disrupt peaceful protests of prisoners. Not only are prisoners stripped of basic humyn rights and tortured, but are then disallowed from expressing distaste with being tortured.

    OUR WAY FORWARD

    Like most people who have spent most of their lives incarcerated, I understand suffering and repression to be entwined in the very fabric of our lives, moreso than any other sector of the US population. But as prisoners, we must develop ways to regain our humyn rights even in these dungeons. In order to advance the prisoners’ rights movement, we need to focus on six steps of development in all US prisons:
    1) Achieving a United Front in all prisons
    2) maintaining the call to end hostilities
    3) Politicizing prisoners for humyn rights activism
    4) Regaining national liberation struggles
    5) Ending oppressive prison conditions
    6) Regaining lost privileges in prisons

    Such points of development are ways to strengthen the prison movement for humyn rights: in regaining our humynity, insulating what has been accomplished thus far, while pushing this development to the next stage of evolution.

    Although our efforts are prison-centric, it’s important that we understand that resistance is a global phenomenon, because the world center is an individualistic construct (Capitalism-Imperialism) and the periphery (oppressed nations of the world) exist hand to mouth, living and surviving day to day. There will continue to be resistance.

    As prisoners, our resistance is limited but not totally restricted. Voice, symbol, and gesture are methods of communication that are low-hanging fruit which prisoners can and must engage in. We may be held captive in the physical realm but we are free in the realm of ideas, and we must recognize this truth. Our communication should arrive wrapped in the social reality that we experience and that we aspire to. In order to achieve this we must educate ourselves. Just as the task of physical science is to know the laws of motion in the physical world, when it comes to social science we should understand the laws of social development, and in this way we can translate the concrete conditions from the masses to the masses.

    The US corporate media gives CDCR a platform for propaganda. We have seen this recently when the local news outlets painted our peaceful protests as gang activity. Not only was this ridiculous, but it showed corporate media’s biased allegiance to the State, even when people are being tortured en masse. This proves that we do need our independent institutions such as revolutionary press and we should always work toward supporting and nurturing publications that work for our class interests as prisoners of the State.

    A beautiful development came out of the prison strikes: the participation of imprisoned youth and women prisoners, particularly the revolutionary women prisoners in Chowchilla, who stood up with their fellow Lumpen. It is powerful that the prison movement is not confined to just men, and that we are only seeing the beginning. Eventually we have seen women prisoners across the US finding their humynity and participating in struggles, as they too realize they are part of the prison movement. People develop at different rates, some faster than others depending on their oppression, so we should not be too hard on those who are not yet conscious. Rather, we need to find ways to reach them and bring them to our side, the side of jsutice. Another powerful development was at the youth prison at Green Hill in the State of Washington, where youth supported the prison strikes and took their rightful place amongst the prison movement. This too will develop more fully as time goes on, when youth prisons across the US will discover that they too are a part of the prison movement and will follow the amazign example of the revolutionary youth at Green Hill.

    CONCLUSION

    Out peaceful protest is far from over, is has just begun. Although our strikes are temporarily on hold, they will continue at some point because our oppression and torture continue. Our five demands have yet to be granted, and this new step down program is a joke, and continues to hold us in SHU for ridiculous things like a drawing or some confidential lies. The State has only made it easier to validate more of the prison population and attempt to cover it up by allowing us to purchase color pens and more candy bars. We are engaged in a protracted struggle, and we mean to wear down our opponent while building up the people politically between battles. Our biggest hurdle has been overcome: mobilizing the people, mobilizing the Lumpen by tens of thousands.

    People’s power siempre!
     

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  • DeGentrification Zones (DGZ)- a poor people-led plan to take back this stolen land

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

    (Image of a young sista-mama from the Black Riders Liberation Party at the 1st Anti-gentriFUKation DGZ bbq in Oakland)

     

    Cuz if we don’t De-Gentrify, if we don’t Decolonize – Our hoods will die-If we don’t De-Gentrify, if we don’t Decolonize –Our Hoods will die..

     DGZ is fo U & Me- its for us Po’ Black, Brown, Red, its fo  mamaz, daddys, abuelas, y tias, its fo da babies & its for dese streetz….excerpt from the DGZ plan-poem

     

     

    Gentrification has a short-term memory loss. Few people or organizations look further back behind the high –speed evictions, re-devil-opment plans or endless influx of newer, richer, witer people that we see in front of our faces, ripping communities apart, evicting families and elders, to see what came before it.  For us Po peoples from Oakland to the Bronx caught in the struggle of survival economies we rarely if ever have the time, energy or resources to stop and examine the system that is criminalizing, incarcerating and gentrifying us out of our own neighborhoods, barrios and communities.

     

    But we must, cause if we don’t de-gentrify, if we don’t decolonize, our hoods will die. And we can’t de-colonize without understanding the beast we have been forced to be a part of.

     

    After years of wite-supremacist capitalist gentrification at full throttle in San Francisco we have extreme evictions now, and like extreme sports and other wite-people activities, the numbers of evictions are insane, scores of people a week being given eviction notices, most of them are disabledelders and families of color with young children, while most activists, operating defensively, endlessly fighting to keep the few people still housed, and the horrible laws up-turned, have no time or space to connect the dots.

     

    And yet as flagrantly evil as all of this is, I must ask why does it rate as shocking at all? GentriFUKation is built into capitalism, it is an integral part of the roots, values and laws of this Amerikkkan capitalist system which is rooted in old colonizer laws from England. The place where the word “gentry” was birthed. It is how this stolen indigenous land was stolen, it is embedded in colonization.

     

     

    And sadly some of the downest organizers and so-called activists of color don’t speak upon the inherent in-human-ness of capitalism because long ago our families were taught to become part of it to survive. Making money from capitalist philanthro-pimps and off the industry of poverty. Getting degrees from institutions that by their very existence, perpetuate the industry and its harm. It’s true that we all exist in this highly urbanized lie of civilization and we have been stolen, lied to and separated from our lands of origins so that we only have the option of taking  corporate crafted jobs, institutional educations and pay rent or a mortgage if we are lucky enough to get a home and therefore have to make more and more blood-stained dollars just to survive.

     

    But gentriFUkation is built into every City charter.

     

    For capitalism to exist, thrive and continue it must always feed off, find a “new” market. Which means that capitalism operates in a change for change sake model. In this model there is no space for history, archive, preservation, honor and even more frightening, there is no room for people who are not producing or consuming, children, elders, ancestors, sacred places, sacred sites are all “burdens’ on a capitalist system unless they can somehow be profited off of. Elder ghettos or old peoples homes functions in two ways – it separates our elders wisdom, love and resources away from our young people, which keeps people in a vacuum of hyper immediacy and in no way connected to the roots of our spirits and love and knowledge that came before us. And as well, and probably more importantly it allows corporations and government entities to make money off the care and housing of our elders. Similiarily with age-grade, institutional schools it allows for separation of our young peoples from us, there growing un-knowing and eventual disrespect of us and older people as well as the easy criminalization, productization  and ghettoizaiton of our young people without our clear supervision or intervention.

       

    And by us collectively not always talking about gentriFUKation’s relationship to capitalism, it is a tacit and dangerous form of approval of the framework of the system that supports it, relies on it and demands it.

     

    In San Francisco, this looks like many of the same people who vehemently fought the circa  1999 Dot com evictions in the Mission signing off on the 2010-12 devil-opment plans to gentriFUK the mission district of San Francisco, because their paycheck comes from the Poltrickster- Government bodies who are invested in the gentriFUKing.

     

    Now we have exactly the same thing going on in Oakland. Never-really progressive Mayor Quan and many non-profiteers shuttling in devil-opers, real estate snakkkes and land-stealers to slice and dice the entire town of majority working-class communities of color. This is already resulting in the evictions of poor elders, poor Black, Brown and migrant/immigrant families with Cracker codewords used like “beautify” and “clean-up” when describing our peoples hoods, our barrios, our gardens and our bodies.

     

    In addition to the building of plantation prisons and the leeching of our public school systems, another logical progression of the brutality of wite-spuremacist capitalism is the privatization of public housing, which is being sanctioned, supported and underwritten not just by the corporate devil-opers but by the non-profiteers and non-profit housing devil-opers.

     

    So where do we as poor and gentriFUKed people really need to take this fight. We first need to take it out of the fog of daily life. The blur of “I’ve got mines” cult of independence. Where only my survival and “happiness” matters. My ability to attain more and more things, newer and newer things means I have “made it”  because as long as conscious peoples continue to take part, if even partially in the very system that is profiting off of so many peoples destruction it will continue.

     

    The next place we have to take it is what I call the De-Gentrification Zone (DGZ) a pro-active movement, led by us Po’ peoples, landless peoples that uses the man’s plans and codes and laws and lines to seize back what used to be ours, Cause if we don’t de-gentrify our hoods will die….

     

    The DGZ is a 10 point plan for liberation-barrio to barrio- hood to hood, calle to street—An offensive move to take back stolen, colonized streets, devil-oped & privatized indigenous lands, scam-lorded buildings. We intentionally use the colonizers words and ridiculously confusing acronyms all throughout the “plan” cause its the same words and terms and papers and laws the colonizers has used for centuries to kill, jail and most importantly confuse us, not to mention colonize our indigenous spirits and steal and profit off the theft of Mama Earth and our indigenous bodies communities.

     

    The DGZ is a four prong strategy that includes collective, poor people-led media framing, street-based outreach and community organizing, pre-IMF-ed savings circles and middle-class allies in humble solidarity working to become conscious revolutionary donors. Us poor folks, working in solidarity with humble non-profit allies who aren’t trying to own and claim and profit off anti-gentrification work to jam politrickster moves – like creating a moratorium on devil-opment, gentrification and removal and finally man-plan-jamming, from Research to WeSearch, from preservation to landmarks, from real estate snakkkes to land trusts, from codes to maps. We Can preserve what’s still left and do our best to take some of this colonizer theft back.

     

    Sadly, a DGZ is almost impossible in San Francisco and many other already deeply gentriFUKed neighborhoods across this stolen land the colonizers call Amerikkka. But many cities and towns like Oakland still have a chance.

     

    Cause if we don’t de-GentriFY, if we don’t organize, Our hoods Will Die…

    DGZ is fo U & Me- its for us Po’ Black, Brown, Red, its fo  mamaz, daddys, abuelas, y tias, its fo da babies & its for dese streetz

     

    This is how Homefulness was and is being built- a landless peoples land liberation movement in Deep East Oakland. Us humble poor mamaz, daddyz, brothers and sistaz from POOR Magazine, Healthy Hoods, Black Riders Liberation Party, Peoples Community Medics and more aren’t trying to lead this fight, we are merely trying to make sure more of us folx aren’t erased from our hoods, like we were never there.

     

    Please contact us by email at deeandtiny@ poormagazine.org if you want us to visit you and do a DGZ assessment and help you launch a DGZ in your barrio, hood or street , become a wite or middle-class solidarity donor or supporter or visit our DGZ weekly talk-circle at Street Newsroom on Thursdays from 2-3p at the sacred land we call Homefulness on the streets in front of 8032 Macarthur bl in Deep East Oakland. You can also join our DGZ page on Facebook

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  • Paper Cuts Through Concrete

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

    Trapped in a capsule unable to breathe,
    My mind grapples with thoughts beyond years in solitary,
    My pen is my friend and this I know,
    My imagination explodes as my environment proves weary.

    Buildings constructed to strip one’s humynity,
    Ravaging the mind in ways that leave no physical marks,
    The public unaware of this dugeonization,
    If this were a physical act my limbs would be fed to sharks.

    The situation reacts from such despair,
    Our hunger strikes signal a tipping scale,
    US history made from a solitary cell,
    Heroic act invite censorship of mail.

    With this madness of which I speak,
    Of the downtrodden, destitute and deceit,
    I find my comfort inside my pen,
    It’s the realm of ideas where I’m most complete.

    Ink flows from my mind and onto these pages,
    Creating goodness in prison like igloos in the desert heat,
    Bending steel bars so my thoughts may soar,
    It becomes a place where paper cuts through concrete.

    Antiheroes and archetypes live within my cell,
    Blank verse clogs my dreams and sparks new narratives,
    Canon works I devour with the appetite of a SHU prisoner,
    Would society’s chorus reach a catharsis when reading our comparative?

    Comic relief is my true meaning of course,
    Diction arrives draped in shackles and razor wire,
    The Dramatic monologue echoes off my concrete walls,
    Poetry erupts and epiphany in my subconscious like a volcanic fire.
     

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  • The Houseless Folks

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

    “They are 10,000 houseless folks in San Francisco and 30,000 vacant homes in San Francisco”

    Uncle Bruce aka Bad news Bruce

     

    Inspire by Felicia

     

    The Houseless are always told what to do, and what Not to do

    Where to sleep and where not to sleep

    What time they need to go sleep and what time they need to get up

    Where to eat, and what to eat

    Where to sit  and when they need to go away

    Which Line to stand and wait to get your GA
    Where they can release and where is unaoppropiate?

    When to come By, And when they need to call back

    Which Meds to take and which are not ok

     

    The Houseless are always told which benefits they get, and which ones are denied for them

    Always told by Social Workers and Care Providers that sometimes don’t Care or Provide.

     

    The Houseless Walk and live in the streets of the Bay Area, invisible to the people who don’t want to see them, who walk around and over them, to validate their individual happiness of the rotten Amerikkkan Dream.

     

    The Houseless are still waiting for the Yes We Can, that Obama promise through out his campaign. For the Change that Sam Cooke sang, But nothing has change, the Houseless still gather by the river and the Bay in alleys where the Amerikkan Dream becomes nightmares.

     

    Papa Bear The Panhandler reporter for Poor Magazine, who serve and fought in  Vietnam, and in the streets of San Francisco his whole life, who spoke truth to power of the abuse of Houseless Folks by the Sit Lie Law and the Abuse against Houseless Folks, from been power wash by city workers and enforcers, to the stealing and throwing his life time belongings to the Garbage. Papa bear went out fighting in the trenches of the streets of San Francisco like a true soldier, I only wonder if was really a heart attack that took him, or was it that his Heart was broken to many times by this cold city Call San Francisco.

     

    But fucken Hipsters can sit at 16th and Mission drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer blocking the side walk and no one seems to mind or care.

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