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  • Invisible/Reflections

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

    March 25, 2014

    Since you never recognized me even when in the closest contact with me, and since you doubt, You hardly believe that I exist. Why should I now become visible...When everything I see is brown, yet invisible to you at the moment.
    It’s better that way as I ease my way up the social ladder, from lower class
    Stratisfied, to revitalized, oppressed, suppressed to vital progress.

    My invisibility has become my ally… It works in my favor in many ways
    And if you do happen to see me I am certainly conscious.
    You’ll be there to mangle and muffle and silence my progress.

    So invisible at this time works for me
    Only brown productive brown I wish to see…
    Don’t contemplate on revealing my visibility cause in your heart
    You know it’s not brown you wish to see
    If that be the case there would be no politicking, litigating, advocating, the border tagging-and-bagging
    Racial profiling
    Stigmatization or provisions on brown, brown education that stratisfies my visibility.

    Ignorant, voiceless, dumb and blind. Caged and enraged is what you wish to see
    That’s your ideology of visibility
    Not the reflections of my brown brown me.

    You play on the concept that reality is invented, therefore you create your own perception, your own meaning of the truth what you (WISH or WISH NOT TO SEE).
    Therefore I give you my brown reality!

    Frida Khalo: (Inspire me) “The harmony of revolution is all but color, form, texture, and everything exists under one law: Life.”

    Jose Clemente Orozco: (Guide me) “It’s in every artist’s nature to learn and evolve and attain artistic dignity...What is tragedy? To be at odds with oneself but not to blame others, to blame oneself.”

    E. Zapata: (Empower me) “It’s better to die on your feet than to live a lifetime on your knees.”

    Octavio Paz: (Educate me) “We are nihilists,” Paz said of the Mexicans, “Except that our nihilism is not intellectual but instinctive and therefore irrefutable.”

    I refuse to believe the Raza is this big giant snake who bites everything in its path including itself. My brown grown me I open my eyes and now I see pride, education, cultural identity, goals, dreams, aspirations to achieve, nothing invisible (but reality and visible to me) my brown reflection, my brown brown me!

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  • El pecado de el desaplazamiento y el aburguesamiento/Why Gentrification is Not Good for Our Communities

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

    El pecado de el desaplazamiento y el aburguesamiento (scroll down for English)

    En San Francisco, se esta remodelando y construyendo edificios nuevos. Pero lo triste de esto es que estan sacando a los pobres de un barrio que por generaciones a sido de clase trabajadora y latina. Ahora los condominios van a ser para la gente rica.Desde la esquina de la 16 y Mission hasta la avenida Sur Van Ness todos esos edificios historicos van a ser demolidos para hacer viviendas y oficinas de alto costo.

    Este plan fue presentado en el 2008, pero como la communiad resistio no se llevo acabo. Hoy en dia la comunidad no esta protestando. Al lo contrario, se esta dejando llevar por las promesas falsas de los inversionistas de una vecindad mejor.

    Yo no creo esto porque como todo en lavida prometen mientras logran ganar lo que quieren y una vez lo logran o esten en el poder se olvidan de las promesas. Y pienso que solo estan usando a la gente pobre para lograr sus objectivos de quedarse con las propiedades. Es triste porque los que tienen el poder siempre ofrecen algo pero mientras logran ganr loque se propoen y no les importa lo que les pasa a los pobres. Menos el futuro solo piensen en la comodidad de los ricos.

    Y vivo en la mision. Yo estory un mama soltera, costura, y reportera de Prensa POBRE. Yo tendo miedo para mi familia.

        Unete al foro comunitario en donde la comunidad se informen sobre los impactos del projecto de desarrollo de viviendas lujosos en la calle 16 & Mission

    Jueves 15 de Mayo 6:00pm - 7:30pm El lugar sera Determinado

     

                                     

    Why Gentrification is Not Good for Our Communities

    In the City of San Francisco there are many construction projects and building remodels all over the city. The sad part about it is that they are pushing out the low-income and poor folks of our community, especially here in the Mission district. Old buildings are being torn down to build new housing: condos for richer people who can afford an expensive monthly rent.

    On the busy corner of 16th and Mission, Walgreens, Burger King, a Chinese Restuarant and a bar will be closed and the buildings they occupy will be torn down to build condominums. The project will go from 16th and Mission down toward South Van Ness Ave. It's been planned since 2008 but the people of the surrounding community have been resisting.

    Since the 80s, there has been a war against the rich investors trying to take over and gentrify a working class Latino neighborhood. Twenty-six people died in a fire that almost destroyed historic buildings. I believe the community is indifferent to the gentrifcation process because they are not fighting back anymore. They are fleeing to other cities in the Bay Area that are not as expensive.

    The Redstone Building on 16th St turned 100 this year. $14 million are at stake for it. Some folks think this is better for the community and have been promised a safer and more financially stable place to live and work in exchange for demolishing the building. I believe this is a lie to get the property and land, and then push out the lower income mostly people of color who live and work in the area. It seems this demolition project is going to go through, and the organizations that have office spaces in this area are being displaced.

    It is sad and shameful because the developers and officials promise a better lifestyle and don't live up to their commitments. Rich affluent people get new condos while low income homeless unemployed suffer displacement and are removed from the neighborhood where they live, work and have lived in for generations and decades. We must fight back! We can't let our community die!

    I live and work in the Mission, I am a poor single mother, a tailor and a reporter for POOR Magazine and i am afraid.

    Unite to a community forum to get informed on the Gentrification affecting our communities at 16th & Mission

    When:Thursday 15th of May

    Place to be determined

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  • Rest In Poetry Mama Maya - POOR Magazine family Honors Ancestor Warrior Poet Maya Angelou

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

    "We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated." ..Maya Angelou The Art of Fiction No. 119, the Paris Review

    At 11 when so much of life fell apart for me and everything i thought i knew became dangerous and violent-my mama-teacher gave me, "i know why the caged bird sings" and with every page turned i saw myself and i felt words and i dreamed images and i truly learned how its possible to write so much beauty out of so much pain.

    Throughout the years of me and mamas struggle we would return to listening to her words of poetic resistance carrying this poor single Black/indian mama and daughter through more pain...

    "You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them." Excerpted from Letter to My Daughter, a book of essays (2009)

    And then after so much I was incarcerated for me and mama being houseless... both of us seemed to fall apart, unable to pull ourselves up this time...but we did, knowing that if we could make it we could begin to make some essential change, somehow... returning back to Mama Maya's powerful words...

    The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind."- I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

    This is when my mama began seeking out/learning back her own stolen pre-colonial Black/Raza and womens' herstory.. sitting in on classes taught by other fierce African warrior women and men like Dr. Chinosole, Erica Huggins and Dr Wade Nobles.

    Me and mama began to read other great writers like Toni Morrison, Zora Neal Hurston and Luis Rodriguez- bringing us words and images of liberation, revolution and transformation.

    "You are the sum total of everything you've ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it's all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive." Maya Angelou

    Eventually, after more unbelievable struggles, too many to mention or reflect upon, me and mama launched the poor people-led, indigenous people-led movement that is POOR Magazine/Prensa POBRE, the words of inspiring fire that are Maya always acting as a fountain of hope for both of us.

    Whenever we felt beat down by the immensity of our life nightmare, we reflected upon her survival through rape as a child, racism in amerikkka and self-imposed silence, only to realize that these experiences, no matter how horrible were also her art and like Uncle Al Robles - ancestor board member of POOR said, your struggle is the best part of your art and your art is the best part of your struggle.

    "My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style." Maya Angelou

    From the beginning of POOR, we also dreamed, visioned and hoped for change led by us Po' folks, landless peoples movement in the stolen indigenous land that is Turtle Island. This deep tissue change, embedded with art, poetry  and humility was always rooted first in decolonization. This is what we call Homefulness

    To this day, beyond all the false borders, institutional cages and brutal systems that keep Po folks Po and oppressed all across Mama Earth, we poor mamaz, daddys, uncles, aunties, tias, y tios determined to manifest a vision of change and resistance rooted in art, poetry and liberation. We have beautiful women warriors like Mama Maya and Mama Dee to thank for this. We walk in humility on their strong shoulders.

    Ase Mama Maya from your POOR Magazine family- Rest in Poetry..

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  • Soul Clappin' Pupusa Lady

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
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    Lady on the
    Corner of 16th
    Near Valencia

    Pupusa lady
    With a pupusa lady’s
    Shape and a pupusa
    Lady’s smile,
    Pupusa eyes

    Pupusa lady creating
    A new moon in the
    Creases of hands whose
    Stories live in the silence
    Of drums

    Pupusa lady, giving
    My life
    Shape

    Giving my
    Life weight

    soul clappin' pupusas
    like a
    Church tambourine

    Pupusa lady, with her
    Pupusa life
    Pupusa heart
    Pupusa soul

    Flattening, shaping
    Widening

    Proving that the
    World is
    Flat

    Pupusa lady, on
    16th street, whose
    Hands wrap, fold
    And hold the
    World together

    Hands that clap
    And sometimes
    Slap when needed

    Just to make
    Sure everything
    Is kept in line

    When necessary

    © 2014 Tony Robles

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  • Ask This Old House

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Muteado
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    Ask This Old House

    If  You ask this Old house who built it, it wasn't the three white man from the TV. show "Ask this Old House".....it was poverty scholars with the knowledge and skills who in other spaces never get the credit for building or creating..
     
    This house was built by community effort from ground up, at the Homefulness Project we have what we call "The Revolutionary Construction circle" which is a group of community folks and comrades who help and support the building process where we learn from one another....Each one teach one...
     
    Like thousands of people, we have worked, cultivated and planted seeds, never to see or enjoy the fruits of our labor.
    We have made and cleaned the most beautiful gardens that I have seen in my life in the mountains of Berkeley for people with money. Earning $10 an hour, we have built and managed houses with immense beauty, only to never see them again.
     
    In construction where so much supremacy and hierarchy can be found, we move humble and softly, like my carnala tiny would say, to not act like the man in the boss worker mentality, but to built, create and share knowledge with each other challenging the capitalist construction culture here in Amerikkka..I seen it before in job sites where the boss signs the contract and gets the check and throws crums to our Brown and Black  folks to built it, and at the end the boss gets  the credit because they design the blue prints.
     
    "Change wont come from a savior, a pimp or an institution Change will only come from our own poor peoples led revolution"
     
    Some how some of our folks have bought into believing that we always need some institution or someone to come and save us, when the reality is that we have the power of self determination in our hands and mind and communities, we have many folks in our community circles that have different skills and knowledge that we ignore or don't utilize to strength our communities.
     
    So, if you Ask That Old House who built it, it would answer, Poverty scholars,Super babys mamas,Revolutionary workers scholars, under-ground economic scholars, recyclers, Migrant trabajadores,decolonize architect, Houseless folks,revolutionary comrades, decolonize Academics,youth scholars....
     
    "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. indeed, it is the only thing that ever has"- Margaret Mead
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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  • Death of the Cool

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
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    Cool don’t live here
    No more

    Cool left like
    Yesterday’s headline

    Cool left like yesterday’s model,
    Like the B-side of a record that
    Never got played

    Cool came and went
    And in the breeze of
    Coolness the cool
    Disappeared

    Cool used to show up
    In the morning and
    Stay a while

    Now the morning don’t
    Even show its face
    And cool doesn’t either

    Cool was in the empty
    Breezes between words
    when nods and the span
    of an arched eyebrow filled
    in what connected us

    cool would show up
    with a spare key
    when you were locked out

    cool don’t live
    here no more

    cool said good morning

    cool shook your
    hand, a coming together
    of finger/palm prints
    that told our story in
    the unsaid cool that
    you only had to feel

    cool don’t live
    here no more

    cool done packed
    up, took a hike,
    packed up and said it
    was time to leave it
    alone

    Cool took the
    A through Z train
    Out of here, one
    Straight shot

    Rest in
    Peace

    © 2014 Tony Robles

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  • San Francisco, la nueva ciudad de Ricos & Privilegiados /// San Francisco, the new city for Rich & Privileged

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

    San Francisco, la nueva ciudad de Ricos & Privilegiados

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    La ciudad de San Francisco se esta transformando. Se están remodelando los edificios pero lo mas triste es que están dejando fuera a los pobres. Esto es el caso del barrio de la Misión donde están botando edificios viejos para construir nuevos edificios, condominios, para la gente rica con privilegios. Aquí, en la 16 y misión, van a quitar el negocio de Walgreen’s y los de mas edificios en la plaza de BART para construir condominios para la gente que tiene el privilegio de pagar precios altos. Esto lo han estado planeando desde 2008, en silencio detrás de la espalda de la comunidad que seria afectada por la construcción. En ese entonces la poca gente que sabia del proyecto no quiso unirse y organizarse.

     

    Desde los 1980s hubo una guerra contra los inquilinos y la corporaciones e industria privada que quería botar edificios. Pero la gente se mantuvo en la Misión. La gente de ahora párese estar de acuerdo con la construcción de nuevos edificios. Hoy todos los vecinos están de acuerdo de que se bote estos edificios, algunos dicen que es porque les han prometido dinero en cambio. Pero yo no creo que les den a buen precio pues como todo en la vida prometen mientras logran ganar lo que quieren, y una ves lo logren o estén en el poder, se olvidan de las promesas que hicieron a la gente.

     

    Yo pienso que también estas compañías solo prometen y una ves que termina la  construcción, no se acordarán de lo que prometieron. Pienso que solo están viendo a la gente como pescadito tirando el anzuelo pero ya no se puede hacer nada porque mucha gente ciega por un poquito de dinero esta acuerdo, aunque no se pone a pensar en largo plazo que la comunidad de la Misión esta siendo destruida por los ricos y privilegiados. Lo que yo no se es que va pasar con los pobres que todavía permanece en esta comunidad. Que pasara cuando estén rodeados con los ricos y privilegiados que no quieren a los pobres?

     

    Es triste porque los que tienen el poder siempre ofrecen algo, para segar al pobre que esta hambriento, pero mientras ellos logran a ganar lo que se proponen. A las empresas privadas y compañías, no les importa los pobres ni lo que pensamos porque San Francisco se esta reconstruyendo para ricos.

     

     

     

    San Francisco, the new city for Rich & Privileged

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    The city of San Francisco is transforming. They are remodeling buildings but the saddest thing is that they are leaving out the poor. This is the case of the Mission District where they are demolishing old buildings to build new buildings, in specific: condominiums, for rich privileged people. In the 16th and Mission, they will remove the Walgreen's and other buildings from the 16th BART plaza to build condos for people who have the privilege to pay high prices to live there. They have been planning this quietly since 2008, behind the back of the community affected by the construction. At the time, a few people knew of the project but they did not unite and organize.

     

    Since the 1980s there has been war against tenants and corporations and private industry that want to demolish buildings. But poor people remained in the Mission.  Today a lot of neighbors agree with the development of these buildings, some say it is because they have promised these people money in exchange of their approval.

    But what ever the price it will not be enough because these privileged people promise things in order win what they want, and once these people are in power they forget the promises made to the people.

     

    I also think that these companies only speak of promises but once construction ends, they will not honor the promises. I think they're playing games on poor people that out of ignorance or necessity become blind people for a little money, although they are not thinking about the long-term community of the Mission is being destroyed by the rich and privileged. What I want to know is what is going to happen with the poor that still remains in this community. What will happen when they are surrounded with the rich and privileged who do not want the poor to be their neighbor?

     

    It is sad because those who have the power always offer something to the poor to appease their hunger, but all the while they get what they want. Private companies do not care about the poor because they only think about is rebuilding a new San Francisco for the rich.

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  • Poet Diego Deleo: Fighting Eviction in a City That Evicts Its Poems and Elders

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

    (Editor's Note:  Diego Deleo has lived in his North Beach residence for more than 30 years, most of those years with his beloved wife who passed away.  Diego is being evicted from his home by his landlord who is using the Ellis Act to evict.  His landlord is Martin Conyne, the owner of LaRocca's corner, a bar in North Beach.  Call the owner and urge him to rescind the eviction.  LaRocca's phone number, (415) 674-1266.  Diego is speaking out against eviction of seniors and recently took part in a protest action against senior evictions at the SF Association of realtors, demanding a moratorium on senior evictions.  Diego also shared his poetry at the International Hotel event, "Al Robles and Bill Sorro poets in Resistance to Eviction and Displacement)

     

    A poem sits in the skin of Diego Deleo, built up with memories of coming to this country as a 17 year old. In those days the poems formed in his muscles and tendons and limbs as he laid brick—a 17 year old body in a black and white photo, alive with poems built brick by brick, breath by breath, day after day, minute by minute, second by second, flowing in beats of heart into the river of his life.  Diego, a North Beach heart and North Beach spirit that never forgot the young man in the photo, never forgot being an immigrant.  The accented Italian tongue on which he forms his words still flow with music and dance that English could never overcome. 

     

    Diego, the poet greets me on the street not far from St. Peter and St. Paul’s.  He greets me and asks me to accompany him to his home.  I follow.  I grew up in North Beach too.  Diego’s house is across the street from where I went to Kindergarten.  We walk through a garage door and through a dark tunnel, piled with things the landlord has let accumulate--an invasion of space simply because the landlord can.  And the accumulation extends to those stacks of Ellis Act eviction notices that Diego has received, encroaching on his sense of security and peace of mind, its reminder permeating the minutes of his life.  

     

    But we make it to Diego’s place, a beautiful flat that lies hidden yet is there for everyone to see.  And Diego smiles and asks if I want a beer.  Diego’s home is quiet with memories that are thick like the moving fog across the waters.  His limbs hold and connect and cling like a bridge to the memories and people and places of his life. 

     

    Diego, the poet, shares his poem with me, poems of life, poems of nature, poems of walking; poems of his life’s journey.  Diego’s home is quiet with poems, quiet with his smile, quiet with pictures, quiet with fire memories, quiet with the built up voices and feelings and poetry and songs that are in the skin of the walls and in the floor and in the fixtures and in every utensil, every chair and in the skin of Diego that is covered by poems.  The poet Diego gets up and recites his poem in the kitchen:

     

    “To The Wood”

    Out of my house

    To the wood

    Among perennial trees

    And the rose bed I planted

    For the sweetness of my dream

     

    I unroll a blanket beside it

    Where I lie

     

    Birds, squirrels deer

    Familiar with the ritual

    Coming ever close

     

    While I enjoy the scenery

    And the dream

    Dusk approaches

    I leave for my place

     

    Rose petals scattered

    By the gentle wind

    Land softly on my home

    To stay

     

    And in his home I am in the wood, in the heart of Diego.  And the photos come alive, the young man with the tight fitting white t-shirt, unable to hold back the whole that is Diego, building the laborious muscles of an immigrant’s poem, story—dream.  And in 80 years of living, he is a poem that moves, flows, that will not stop feeling and living.  I look at the picture of his wife Josephine in which they renewed their vows—a vow to each other, to life, to heart, to poetry—to being alive. 

     

    I am in the wood, in the house of Diego and Josephine.  Who are those that evict?  Who are they that evict poets and poems, who evict life itself?  Diego, the poet with a heart of fire, in his quiet home that is loud with poems, loud with the song of his life, calling for justice for elders in this insanity of eviction in the name of greed that will never be satisfied. 

     

    The poet Diego and his poems sing out every morning as the grass grows under his feet and the trees grow beside him.  We can’t afford to lose his poems, his voice, or his love.  Let him remain in his home sanctuary that is an open door that leads us to the wood.

     

     

    © 2014 Tony Robles

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  • Stepford'ciscans

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

    June 3, 2014

    “DONT WORRY I AINT GONNA PISS ON YOUR BUTTHOLE NECKLACE WEARIN’ BITCH” -ODB, “Vapor trails”

    With the huge influx of newcomers to San Francisco comes a new phenomenon of people who apparently don’t recognize those of us that have been here longer than them as human.

    This new breed of new breed of newcomers, the Stepford‘ciscans, will appear to be human in most of their appearances and mannerisms, except they either don’t respond when greeted by way of rudely and obviously ignoring us; or they stare at us as if we are some sort of oddity or subhuman specimen escaped from a lab that somehow can’t harm them, but at the same time it is an antagonizing stare.

    The vast majority of them appear to be Caucasian but a fair enough number also appear to be of Asian , Latino and even some of African descent. The thing that is the most alarming about them is they appear to be people who would otherwise have good manners or display “proper etiquette” in everyday life situations.

    I seriously feel like lifting their shirts up to see if they have bellybuttons! Unfortunately I know that wouldn’t end well for me, i.e. cops being called, beat down, death, jail or a combination of 2 or 3!

    The best I can say and do is warn you, dear San Francisans: beware the Stepford ‘ciscans! Avoid them if at all possible, and for the sake of your own safety do not engage them !

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  • Marigolds

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Bad News Bruce
    Original Body
    The old woman comes in from the garden and sets a basket of lemons, tomatoes and eggplant alongside the sink, wrapping the remainder of her bounty in wax paper and tying it with a bit of string.
    As was her habit, she had laid out an outfit the night before. Seated at her dressing table in her Sunday best, the old woman carefully applies makeup and arranges a scarf over her hair. Collecting her package and a small pouch, she closes the door behind herself and sets forth.
    The neighborhood has changed, the slow moving old woman now a curiosity rather than an object of reverence. No matter, the song sparrows still trill their recognition. Noting harsh chatter from some of the females, she briefly rests fingertips on their perch and whispers a thank you.
    At last she stops, sitting down with her legs to one side. She slips her shoes off and arranges the skirt around herself.
    The garden is so pretty right now, so many colors. Purple with eggplant, ripe red tomatoes. Marigolds, bright orange with a lovely scent. Your favorite. I will have more later in the year for an altar“.
    She watches children play in the distance, comfortable in her silence.
    I used to watch you in the morning,  sitting by the campfire drinking coffee. You always left the spoon in the cup. When I was big enough to drink coffee, I would leave the spoon in the cup too. It wasn’t til years later I realized it was to keep the sugar stirred“. She looks away. “I guess I just wanted to be like you“.
    She returns to her silent contemplation.
    Late afternoon shadows signal that it will be time to go soonThe little sparrows sang for me today. They warned me of a wasps nest”. She smiles. “His tiniest creatures protect us”.
    The old woman’s hand reaches into the pouch, scooping up tobacco then extending itself. A gust of wind comes out of nowhere to scatter the offering then vanishes as quickly as it had appeared. Laying the freshly cut marigolds on her father’s grave, she kisses her fingertips and places them on his name. Head bowed,  she asks for the prayers of the Blessed Virgin for her father and herself, for all their family who have walked on, for all the ancestors who await them.
    A shawl arranges itself over her shoulders. Slowly arising, she begins the long walk home.
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  • Graduation from Leonard Flynn

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
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    (Photo by SFGATE.com)

    Standing in line at an elementary school graduation. I look at the colors surrounding me.  The cars roll by with loud colors. The lyrics of lives lived or once lived blare from car speakers announcing their presence while the sky above whispers in its ever present blue. Trees that have stood for generations show their skin and limbs proudly like the survivors they are.  The people in line are mostly down home folk, Frisco natives or folks that have been in the city for generations--running in all directions, crossing streets, trying to make it before the light turns red, scurrying to get a place in line that is snaking the length of the street.  The parents and relatives arrive with stuffed animals and balloons to show their love for their kids and the achievement of education.  Pictures are taken and folks are excited and proud as the colorful balloons bobbing and hovering above their heads.

     

    Women--mothers and grandmothers and aunties sprout up all over—all proud and full of smiles.  Some look like floats, big boned, big cheeked—outfitted in tight clothing that is like another skin, balancing on heels and shoes that glitter in the early evening.  Those mothers, whose lips are thick with sheen gleaned from the glint of sun that rests on the troubled faces of skillets, pots and pans; whose smear of kisses cover a child’s face and never comes out.  Those women whose bodies are filled with dreams and screams and laughter and tears and stories; those women waiting in line, waiting for their children to walk across that stage; those women whose voices hit the air and sing out, whose laughter cracks through the clouds and make the rain fall in every color.   With women like these, no rainbow is needed because the rainbow is wrapped around them and expands with their breath, laughter, dreams; giving birth to more breath, more laughter, more dreams and, of course, rain.

     

    I can’t help but look at the youngsters ready to graduate from Elementary school and wonder what pictures, poems and stories await them.  I see all the children, all colors and backgrounds and voices.  I think about my own elementary school graduation.  I was a skinny little boy who’d broken his leg in a car accident.  I was hobbling around on crutches.  I remember those days in the city but those days are like broken reflections shed from the skin of a mirror.  I see the generations pass by me, faster and faster, and I look at the trees lining the street in silent celebration.  I see little boys dressed like men, neckties, slacks, hair greased sideways and upward and forward.  The little boys run about and the little girls are dressed like their mothers.  And the kids are on the stage in caps and gowns.  And the kids have names like Tiburcio, Akil, Octavio, Fazon, Valeria, Maifa, Maricruz and other names that are poems waiting to be born and sung into the San Francisco air.

     

    The theater is packed and the kids give speeches that speak of the struggle of their parents to raise them.  Some spoke of their immigrant families and told their stories in English and Spanish, their voices rising like trees into the expanding sky.  And as each child’s name was called to accept their graduation certificates, the mothers, uncles, grandparents, brothers and sisters released their own pent up dreams, rising from seats, not holding back.  In a chorus of affirming claps and declarations of pride and calling out of names that would be the envy of any church or arena, those parents and friends showed who they were—down home folks with booming voices and emotion that pour freely.  Their voices, their presence, their children are the meaning of San Francisco.  Their faces are the color of flowers that need to stay here.  Will these children be here, will they grow up here?  Or will they be evicted from the landscape in which they give color.  Will their faces be part of the mural that tells the story of our city or will there not be a place for murals anymore?

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  • Strengthening the Walls Between Public Housing and Affordable Housing

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

    April 14, 2014

    In San Francisco and elsewhere, the new mantra being pushed by the Mayor's office and shills for the affordable housing industry is to claim that we need to breakdown the barriers between public housing and affordable housing. This is a sham meant to bamboozle the public out of it's public housing units locally, and elsewhere. This same type of privatization scheme is occurring all across the nation to privatize our public housing, and needs to be countered by any means necessary, whenever possible.

    We need to strengthen the walls between public housing and affordable housing before all of our nation's public housing units are privatized and sold off to the so-called affordable housing industry.

    What government officials and the shills of the affordable housing industry are not telling you, is that privatizing our nation's public housing units is bad for the tax payers. Privatization places the buildings at risk of foreclosure, displaces the poor from their long-time homes, further enriches the executives of the so-called affordable housing industry, cheats the public out of it's public housing units, and destroys good middle class union jobs in the process.

    Simply put, the federal government needs to fully fund public housing projects all across the nation, and the government should purge the shills of the affordable housing industry out of the Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) that are pushing for the privatization of our nation's public housing units.

    Recently, San Francisco has embarked on a scheme to sell and privatize around 3,491 public housing units under the federal Rental Assistance Demonstration (RAD) program. A number of nonprofit developers are involved in the privatization scheme including the Tabernacle Community Development Corporation, Mission Economic Development Agency, Bridge Housing, Mercy Housing California, John Stewart Company, Japanese American Religious Federation, Tenderloin Neighborhood Development Corporation, Community Housing Partnership, Bethel A.M.E., San Francisco Housing Development Corporation, Ridgepoint Non-Profit Corporation, Community Housing Partnership, Glide Community Housing, Bernal Heights Housing Corporation, Bridge Housing Corporation, Chinatown Community Development Center, and the for profit housing developer Related California, owned by out-of-state billionaire's Jorge M. Perez and Stephen M. Ross.

    It is still not a done deal, and HUD may not approve all, or part of the scheme to privatize the 3,491 public housing units under RAD. However, unless the public gets involved to protest, and stop the process of privatizing our public housing units, the affordable housing industry is in a position to grab and exploit tens of thousands of public housing units all across the nation. The affordable housing industry schemes to reap billions of dollars in profits for years ahead, once it gets it's hands on our public housing.

    The scheme to use for profit developers, so-called nonprofit affordable housing developers, bank loans and tax credits to privatize and rehabilitate our public housing units results in poor people being replaced by higher income tenants, to make the new projects viable. Making matters worse, most so-called nonprofit housing developers use "minimum income requirements" at their projects, that discriminate against the poor.

    As an example of how tax credits change the makeup of the low-income tenants at public housing developments that have been privatized, what is happening in Berkeley sheds light on what is really happening to public housing projects when they become privatized.

    Profile of Berkeley's Public Housing Tenants In 2009

    Berkeley's public housing tenants that resided in 75 town homes received a shocking notice dated October 27, 2009, announcing that the Berkeley Housing Authority (BHA) planned to privatize and dispose of their long-time public housing units.

    On February 11, 2014, the public housing tenants in Berkeley were sent a notice telling them that their public housing units have been sold and that transfer of ownership was to occur on February 14, 2014, to the new owners who happen to be some out-of-state billionaires named Jorge M. Perez and Stephen M. Ross, of the Related Companies.

    The data available is not complete for all 75 public housing units in Berkeley during 2009, but from what data that is available for 57 units of public housing, the data reveals that 15 out of the 57 public housing units had households earning more than $35,000 annually.

    Additionally, according to data about Berkeley's public housing units in 2009, there were 39 persons that received Social Security benefits, 36 persons that received SSI benefits, 23 persons that received TANF benefits, and 22 persons that received General Assistance benefits.

    From the data available, it appears that at least two-thirds to three quarters of the public housing households relied on one or multiple forms of public subsidy for daily living expenses, and that almost three-quarters of the households earned less than $30,000 annually. Additionally, 60% of the units had three or four members per household, with 85% of the residents that identified themselves as being "Black/African American." There were 11.2% of the tenants that identified themselves as being "White," and 2.2% identified themselves as "Asian." The 2009 HUD AMI for Oakland-Fremont, CA., was $89,300 for one person.

    Presently, the average Social Security monthly benefit in California during 2014 is $1,294 per month. The average SSI (disability) benefit payment is $877.40 per month. The average TANF (CalWorks) family in California is an adult with two children that receives $510 a month in benefits. General Assistance in California during 2014 pays $336 per month to a single person. Food Stamps (CalFresh/SNAP) for one person is $189 per month, and persons receiving SSI/SSP are not allowed in the program.

    Profile Of Berkeley's 75 Public Housing Units After Privatization in 2014

    In regards to the 75 public housing units that were privatized as of February 14, 2014, the affordability breakdown for the new tenants in the privatized units will appear very different from what the tenant's income was as public housing tenants during 2009, according to the California Tax Credit Allocation Committee (CTCAC).

    According to data released on September 25, 2013 from the CTCAC for the newly privatized 75 former public housing units in Berkeley using tax credits to rehabilitate the buildings, Related plans for an affordability breakdown of 8 units at or below 35% of AMI, 49 units at or below 50% of AMI, and 17 units at or below 60% of AMI, and one unit for a manager. Currently the 2014 HUD AMI for Alameda County is $88,500 for one person.

    The current information available in regards to the situation at Berkeley's 75 former public housing units, reveals that public housing privatization schemes using tax credits to buy and rehabilitate the public housing units, results in the displacement of poor people from their homes and communities.

    Strengthening the walls between public housing and affordable housing would help to stop the displacement of poor people from our nation's public housing projects.

    Lynda Carson may be reached at tenantsrule [at] yahoo.com

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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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  • The New Greaser Laws

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

    The New Greaser Laws

     

    After the U.S. War on Mexico in 1848 when Aztlan (the south west) was stolen, there came what has been described as “The Gold Rush” which erupted when gold was “discovered” in California at Sutter’s Mill. This “discovery” resulted in a mass migration of settlers from across the U.S. as well as around the world. These settler immigrants flocked to California in a quest to exploit its resources.

     

    Suddenly post U.S. war on Mexico the peoples who had been living in California for hundreds of years and in some cases longer were now considered as competition to the settler. This resulted in racist legislation which codified national oppression. At this time the most successful mining operation came from those proto- Chicanos and Raza (Latinos) more generally who also migrated from Latin America. Raza were all lumped together by the settlers and referred to as “greasers”.

              

    Beginning in 1850, Amerika began implementing a series of laws that were aimed at Raza in California who were thought of and labeled as “greasers”, thus these laws were known as The Greaser Laws. In this way the oppressor Nation had institutionalized oppression, that is, they made it “legal”. The initial law that began the greaser laws was the Foreign Miners Tax Law of 1850. When we learn about a historical event such as the greaser laws, we should not just reflect on the law and the physical restrictions thereafter, but also of the effect this must have had on the psyche of Raza at the time and for generations thereafter, when a people suddenly become a “foreigner” in their land as happened post 1848 and how the colonizer began legalizing oppression thereafter.

               

    The Foreign Tax Law stated that a non U.S. citizen that wanted to mine needed to pay $20.00 a month for the license. $20.00 was a huge amount at that time and this was enacted as a form of controlling the newly colonized people. Although the foreign tax law also affected Chinese laborers who were a strong presence in California at this time, the greaser laws were primarily enacted to uphold white supremacy and to criminalize Raza. From this point on Raza culture was criminalized and this worked to criminalize all Raza under the label of “greaser”. To the public, “greasers” became synonymous with criminals hence began the idea of our barrios as criminal. The Greaser Laws targeted things like bullfighting and cockfighting, which were part of Raza culture, were suddenly turned into crimes in order to add another tool in the oppressor toolbox used in carrying out national oppression. It’s essential that we grasp why the state cahoots with white labor at this time worked hand-in-hand with the Greaser Laws. Sakai summed this up:

               “What was the essence of the ideology of white labor? Petit-bourgeois annexationism. Lenin pointed out in the great debates on the national question that the heart of national oppression is annexation of the territory of the oppressed nations by the oppressor nation.” (1)

               

    This I think cuts to the heart of the origins of the Greaser Laws and even more so speak to national oppression. Today the U.S. Prison population has skyrocketed, the quakers in their early experiments with prisons would probably be awestruck at the behemoth the dungeon has become. For our oppressor, this is only the beginning for the penological colonies. As Marx taught, matter is in motion, and prisons are no exception to this scientific rule.

               

    What has been detected, initially in U.S. prisons, is ‘The New Greaser Laws’ which have been mostly applied in California. Just like in the early days, during the birth of the Chican@ Nation, when the Greaser Laws first arose, so too are we seeing a revival of the Greaser Laws at a time when Chican@s’ are making a leap in consciousness within U.S. prisons. What has become apparent and what not enough has been discussed about is that once again Raza culture has been criminalized within U.S. prisons in a concerted effort for the state to thus criminalize Raza and particularly Chican@s’ in the popular sense. Only today we are labeled “gang member” or “security threat group” whereas the old Greaser Laws labeled Raza as “vagrants” or “bandits”.

               

    California prisons have been taking Raza culture and using our practice and enjoyment of such cultura to prove we are engaging in “criminal acts”, “gang activity”, or the newly worded “security threat group activity”. Today in California prisons drawings depicting Pancho Villa or Zapata, the hero’s of the Mexican Revolution are used as “gang symbols” by the state. Drawings or photos of art depicting Aztlan symbols such as the calendar, statues of depictions of warriors are used as points to validate us. The Aztec thunderbird that is used out in society to evoke the struggles of farmworkers throughout the U.S. is used against us to validate us as “gang members”. The Mexican Eagle which evokes the legend of Aztlan with the snake in it’s mouth and which is the flag of Mexico, is used to criminalize us.

              

     Language is not even safe, the use of Spanish, which is the Chican@ language, is used to brand us as engaging in criminal activity. Tattoos showing our history and culture are used as “proof” of us being criminals, gang members.

               

    The way we interact socially in ways that promote interdependence and community as Chican@s’ and Raza more generally whether it be sharing, eating communally and expressing ourselves as a group is criminalized in prison. This behavior has nothing to do with “gangs” it goes back to our indigenous roots of how we interact and how we raise our youth. This tradition is twisted into a negative phenomenon by our oppressor and used to further our repression, to increase our torture and justify our placement in these torture centers also known as S.H.U.!

               

    Our way of life, which has been passed on generation after generation, is criminalized in an attempt by our oppressor to sever us from our culture, from the very essence of what it means to be Chican@s’, of being Raza. This assault on the Chicano nation California in prisons is meant to discourage us from holding on to who we are and to stifle our political development i.e, to kill our consciousness. This is all re-run and is the same vein of oppression used on Raza in the original Greaser Laws- it is an attempt to assimilate s into Ameri-kkk-a!

               

    The New Greaser Laws that we are experiencing in California prisons have a direct link to the Old Greaser Laws of 1848. The old greaser Laws are linked to the land grab and Amerikan Imperialism, thus our oppression ultimately tethered to U.S. Imperialism. Stalin once said “Imperialism was instrumental not only in making the revolution a practiced inevitability, but also in creating favorable conditions for a direct assault on the citadels of capitalism” (2)

              

     Oh how his words ring true today in that the New Greaser Laws are actually the fuel in the engine of the Chicano nation that has been rekindled due precisely to the assault at Aztlan.

     

     

    Why the New Greaser Laws today?

               When we attempt to identify this stepped up assault on the Chicano nation, we must analyze the concrete conditions in the U.S. today.

                

    The population growth is one factor that is playing into the scheme of things. It we look back to 1980, the U.S. population consisted of 80% white, 12% Black, 6% Latino and 5% Asian. If we move forward 30 years to the year 2010 the U.S. population was 64% White, 12% Black, 16% Latino, 5% Asian. (3) As this data shows most folks had their population reduced or stayed the same for the most part while Raza population made a leap in the U.S. and this leap did not go unnoticed by the oppressor nation.

               

    This development ushered in more of these Greaser Laws and more enforcement of these assaults that came in many forms. Even the existing laws such as the California Three Strikes Law which is aimed primarily at the oppressed nations in the U.S. (Brown, Black and Red Peoples) began to increase. Indeed, almost 40% of California’s Three Strikes cases come from Los Angeles county (4) which, it should be noted, has the largest concentration of Chican@s’ in Aztlan.

               

    In a further attempt to curb the replenishment of Aztlan via newly arrived migrants, Amerika has created the “Secure Communities Program” which is another “Greaser Law”. The way it works is, anyone off the street who is arrested for anything, has their fingerprint sent to the FBI to check their legal status. As one writer put it…

               “Under the Secure Communities Program, those fingerprints are then sent to Homeland Security to check for immigration violations. People who are flagged are then examined by ICE and could be deported.” (5)

               

    This program heightens the assault on Raza where now every Brown person in the U.S. becomes a suspect and criminalized in the eyes of the state and public. This program has been abused horrifically, indeed a study in 2011 found that about 3,600 U.S. citizens had been wrongly arrested by ICE.

               

    What’s different from the Old Greaser Laws and the New Greaser Laws is today, many from within the oppressed nations have been bought off by the oppressor and end up unwittingly maintaining such low intensity war aimed at Aztlan. We know the “Secure Communities Program” is a product of the Obama administration, at the same time if we look at the numbers for those who voted to put Obama into office we find 93% of New Afrikans voted for Obama, 69% of Latinos, and 74% of Asians voted in his favor. (6) Ironically it is the Brown, Black and Yellow folks now feeling the brunt of the “Secure Communities Program”. The oppressed nations should take heed to these lessons because they we are to move forward. In our struggle for national liberation we cannot get lost in appearance, we should not be swayed by form but we should focus on content. When it comes to the oppressed nations there is class contradictions within each respective nation on these shores and Amerika's bourgeois politics attempts to lure the oppressed to get struck in its ballot box scam and conceal class contradictions at all costs. Mao spoke of class in his day when he said: "The ruthless economic exploitation and political oppression of the peasants by the landlord class forces them into numerous uprisings against its rule...it was the class struggles of the peasants the peasant uprisings and peasant wars that constituted the real motive force of historical development in chinese feudal society." (7)

     

    Todays class contradictions affect all of the oppressed nations in the US and most prisoners derive from these oppressed nations and we will be the real motive force in ultimately resolving these class contradictions. Just as our efforts today to better our conditions and stop the the SHU torture are arriving via a United Front, so too will we reach national liberation in the future cia this same approved of the united front.

     

    One of the things the left in the US is leaving out of the equation and must be dealt with is the states targeting of Chicanos at an enormous rate for SHU torture. More Raza are placed in shu solitary confinement that any other peoples in california prisons (8). Of these Raza the vast majority are chicanos. The shu has been identified even by Amerikan "liberal" groups like human rights watch or even amnesty international as 'cruel and unusual' torture. It is well known that solitary confinement creates psychosis after long durations and even for as little as ten days can cause psychological trauma. What this means is in California Chicanos are being tortured and rendered mentally ill more than any other group of prisoners even though chicanos are not the majority population of California prisons. The closest phenomenon to this in the US prison system is the fact that new Afrikans are the largest population on death row, the only difference is new Afrikans are also the largest population of the prison system whereas chicanos are a minority in California's state prison system. They are facing a legal lynching and we are facing a psychological legal lynching.

     

    Those in the prison movement need to look more into this phenomenon and identify the changing contradictions for todays concrete conditions. We need to see more analysis of this phenomenon in movement publications to find ways to combat this situation and glean what can be gleaned to push the movement forward.

     

    This phenomenon of the control unit and specifically California's "shu" can thus be seen as another aspect of the New Greaser laws that are aimed at neutralizing the Chicano nation. The shu is a formidable opponent, it is a big gun in the oppressions arsenal, solitary confinement is its biggest stick. Today, nearly 100,000 people are locked in solitary confinement. This is something that prisoners across the US prison system experience at some time and the impact it is having on the people's mental capacities is only imagined at this time. Terry Kupers, a psychologist, states in a deposition "Everyone who is in a supermax has some kind of psychological damage as a result." (9) The evidence is there that solitary is neutralizing a person without a visible weapon but the state is doing this intentionally in my opinion. No longer are they using a whole town to lynch the oppressed nations in the town square, no longer are thousands rounded up and placed in ovens or gas chambers, instead we are rounded up and locked up for the rest of our lives in solitary confinement! It is a bloodless torture we suffer for being born with Brown, Black or Red skins. White supremacy has only become more sophisticated.

    The warden of pelican bay Greg Lewis has said, "In my experience ,the men that are housed within this security housing unit have suffered no ill effects from their segregation." (9) This is akin to Amerikkka telling the first nations that they suffered no "ill effects" from the trail of tears.

     

    The new greaser laws are creating new contradictions and new struggles within prisons that have not been seen in decades. This mobilization of the lumpen works to combat the new greaser laws in the form of a united front against prison repression. But in our efforts we must raise this aspect of todays repression when we can and get prisoners and our outside allies to grasp this form of development. Our strategy on the ground should raise the consciousness of the U.S. left by being able to translate the changing face of today's prison oppression.

     

    Revolutionaries commonly read, study and declare the Marxist method of the material world being in constant motion. Most people grasp this in theory, in practice however is a different story. Many have failed to implement this method when it comes to the assaults aimed at Aztlan. This parochialism leads to disconnect where nobody identifies the changing conditions and thus the proper response is not coordinated.

     

    Today's lumpen experiences a multifaceted assault which has changed in some ways since the 1970s which was the pinnacle of the prison movement's last development, we as revolutionaries and activists whether in prison or out in society must change our response to the changing developments on the ground. should we apply a 1970 approach to today's contradictions, we will stray off the path of advancing the new prison movement and making real strides for people. but prisoners must take more responsibility for progress made and advances in the prison movement, it is after all us who are buried in this trench of despair. Our external allies may hand us a shovel and feed us oxygen but ultimately it must be us who dig ourselves out. In some ways, those of us in SHU have become slaves of the state since we exist in a caste like existence. One writer has put it this way..."The racialized idiom of slavery in the American social order depended on the legal fiction of 'civil death'; the state of a person who though possessing natural life has lost all civil rights." (10)

     

    We are definitely alive and breathing yet we exist on life support obtaining sustenance to keep us breathing but without experiencing what it means to be human and stripped of civil rights like our counterparts in Guantanamo Bay.

     

    We are seeing that todays prisoners are not mute partisans of violence but people who no longer will suffer in silence, our voices will be heard and voices shall be amplified by those who remain loyal to something called humanity out in society. the power we see manifesting in the strikes are symbols of solidarity of the lumpen class. the strikes coupled with the call to end hostilities reflect developments in U.S. prisons. These developments for prisoners are a leap from a quantitative stage to a qualitative stage or as Engels described simply from 'quantity to quality.' Where the imprisoned social forces have demonstrated a certain amount of consciousness to identify our common oppressor and the class contradictions that exist even in prisons, this knowledge was then used to make a decision to act as a class to advance out class interests. This action was a development not seen in the U.S. prison system since the uprising in Attica in the 1970s! This of course is great but our analysis and future struggles must go deeper and farther if we are to regain our humanity as people and our civil rights as prisoners.

     

    Ultimately, like most contradictions in Amerikkka that result in the interests of the oppressed nations, the fight against the new greaser laws, supermax torture, the Anti-SHU struggle or prison conditions, more generally will only come from how we explore United Front efforts, that is manifested in a lumpen class-wide movement. Prisoners in some aspects exist as the canary in the coal mine where we serve as the social thermometer to where the state is going in its repression projects that will be used on the broader society at some point, so we play an important role in identifying which way the wind blows behind prison walls but this can only be done if prisoners are conscious and able to put critical thinking to the task. To satisfy our responsibility prisoners need to study the contradictions in today's society which revolve around Nation, Class and Gender. Only in this way will we find solutions and understand the interconnection of us and the outside society, only then can we attempt to add to what is bubbling in today's theoretical realm in the internal semi-colonies here in the U.S. and internationally.

     

    The stranglehold of U.S. prisons will continue with employing the New Greaser Laws and other modes of repression until all our energies can be properly harnessed to breaking this link that is one of many in the long chain of oppression unleashed by U.S. Imperialism.

     

    By Jose H. Villarreal

     

    Notes

    (1) J. Sakai, "Settlers: The Mythology of the White Proletariat," Morning Star Press, 1989. pg 32.

    (2) J.V. Stalin, "The Foundations of Leninism."

    (3) Analysis of census data by Barnett Lee, John Iceland, Gregory Sharp at Penn State's Dept. of Sociology and Population Research Institute.

    (4) Matt Taibbi, Rolling Stone Magazine. April 11, 2013, "The Stupidest Law Ever."

    (5) Alan Gomez, USA today, Nov 6, 2012 "Immigration Policy Review Delayed."

    (6) NEP Exit Poll 2012

    (7) Mao Zedong, "The Chinese Revolution and the Chinese Communist Party." (December 1939), Selected Works, Vol II, p. 308

    (8) April 26, 2013. The Michael Slate Show, KPFK Radio, Los Angeles.

    (9) Jeff Tietz, Rolling Stone Magazine. Dec 6, 2012. "Slow-Motion Torture."

    (10) Colin Dayan, "The Law is White Dog," Princeton University Press, 2011. p 44.

     

     
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  • Clown Suit

    09/24/2021 - 08:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    PNNscholar1
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    I was with a friend

    The other day and as

    We walked down Market

    Street I thought I’d

    Seen the circus

     

    6 or 7 people stood

    Around and they appeared

    To be wearing clown

    Suits

     

    Are those guys with

    The circus? I asked

     

    Are you crazy? My friend

    Replied, those are the

    Fare inspectors, they

    Inspect the buses for

    Fare cheats

     

    Fair inspectors? I asked

     

    Fare inspectors, my friend

    Answered

     

    And I continued watching

    Those fare inspectors

    Whose  clown suits were

    Some sort of skin

     

    Made of high quality

    (or semi-high quality)

    synthetics that, judging by

    the ill-fitted appearance on

    the human (or semi-human)

    bodies they clung to, appeared

    to be of the one-size-fits-all-variety

     

    And with the

    Authority of the clowns

    They boarded the bus

     

    And with clown authority

    Pulled a few people aside

    And wrote them tickets

    On clown pad and paper

     

    Taking their sweet

    Clown time as

    They did it

     

    and the passengers

    look on in silence, as

    if they were being reprimanded

    in some kind of clown classroom

     

    If you really want

    To fuck something

    Up

     

    As the song says

     

    Send in the clowns

     

     

    © 2014 Tony Robles

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  • Papa Bear's PNN Street Report March 2014

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

    Co-editors Note: Papa Bear Transitioned to his Spirit Journey on or around March 10th- POOR Magazine will be holding a humble homegoing ceremony for him on the street corner where he lived and worked at Geary & Van Ness on Tuesday, March 25th @ 7:30pm - bring a flower or a prayer to share. Papa Bear, a survivor of the US Military Industrial Complex and the poor people hate law called Sit-Lie, shared his monthly reports of living and working as a panhandler in the racist classist streets of Amerikkka every month at POOR Magazine's Peoples Newsroom we call Community Newsroom- here is his last report, translated by PNN Poverty skola Leontyne Smith-

    As people know, Papa Bear comes to newsroom every month with a report straight from the streets of Frisco, as tired as he is from pan-handling all day and getting harrassed by the police. He said recently the police have expidited their patrols to three to five minutes. They are taking photos of the dope dealers and beating them up.

    Even though he talked about the usual stuff that goes on in the Tenderloin he brought up the problems with power washing. A lot of people are dying because of what the Department of Public Works put in their washing chemicals. Some people think this is happening on purpose to demean the homeless and make them know the are supposed to be inferior.

    I read on Google the only harm that happens to the homeless is self-inflicted, and they should just die without food and shelter. This month at Newsroom the news about how homeless folks in the room are getting treated is absurd. At shelters they make you sign in at five oclock in the morning and you are never gauranteed a bed. They are ususally infected with bed bugs which are really hard to get rid of and usually you get bites all over your body instantly.

    Other people in the room talked about how the staff are worse than the clients, and they do not care. Being that i have been working with Poor Magazine, a lot of people were homeless and/or living in low income housing, which in itself costs way too much now.

    At the end of Papa Bear's update, he talked about getting another warrant which is number nineteen now and he is aiming for twenty. Police have broken his ribs for sleeping on the streets and now they are even closing parks just to give homeless people a hard time. Golden Gate Park closes one hour before midnight, and that is making trouble with people enjoying the earth and people who need to sleep there too. Parks are nature and that is something that brings peace and contentment of mind. I used to love writing in my journal in the cuts of the trees in Golden Gate Park when i was a teenager. That was my escape from everybody and everything. It was like hiding out in a little forrest where nobody could find me. Something about breathing in the trees, flowers and the beautiful plants.

    I am not homeless and I am seriously mad as hell because nature is a safe-haven for some people. Papa Bear has been homeless for a long time after serving his country for half his life and what does he get? Racism and warrants, wow.
     

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