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  • A Communities Victory

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    A Communities Victory

    By: Heidy

     

     

    On July 7th there was a protest celebration in San Francisco at 521 Natoma. The celebration was about the victory of the family not losing their home. “To celebrate victory for the family stability in Natoma.” was their goal for the celebration said, Rudy Corpus from the United Playaz. The fight was important because “keep families in Natoma. The people in this neighborhood stabilized” Explained Rudy Corpus.

     

    The building was sold and had received a new landlord and he issued a three day eviction notice, so the families living in the building decided to get together with the community and take the problem to court. Evan Matteo the landlord with big tree properties tried to kick out the family.

     

    The Filipino community members are supporting 'Just Cause' Eviction Protections 2.0. If it passes it could benefit the tenants in many ways. For example They need to discourage unnecessary evictions and stabilize rent increases.

     

    Tina Shaft from the migrante organizers community was there speaking on the celebration. She made a very important point, “San Francisco needs to recognize that they can't live without the working class people.” The city can't progress with only the rich people.

     

    I also learned about Tenants In Common. It describes a co-ownership where each owner is free to choose who will inherit his/her interest. But in practice, tenancy in common, tenants in common, and TIC, are commonly used to describe narrow sub-categories of the wide TIC world, leaving the uninitiated confused about how the various types of TICs relate to each other

     

    I am very happy for the family and the Filipino community for keeping their people in San Francisco. It really is a communities victory.

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  • Watchdog

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    April 28, 2015

    WHAT DID YOU PUT IN YOUR POCKET?

    It occurs everyday in this natural food holler:
    Something looks suspicious, somewhat askew.
    Doesn't look like a Yuppie, probably don't have a dollar.
    Any Black man, any poor brother will do.

    Like a solid shadow, the watchdog follows his steps
    Through neat, crowded aisles of health:
    Past free-range chicken, organic kale, turn left
    Tailing a brother, walking by himself.

    ARE YOU SHOPPING AT OUR STORE? OR STEALING?

    Ready to justify their low-paid position,
    Guard refrigerators filled with another's wealth
    Past almond milk, rice cream, halls of nutrition,
    The watchdog catches a brother----scoping out
    the cold kombucha shelf.

    UNLESS YOU'RE HERE TO BUY, LEAVE. NOW.

    No stories printed in the newspaper,
    No photos on TV news, when push came to shove,
    But the watchdog feels satisfied, busting a
    nothing "caper"-----
    On warning flyers, a brother is made an example of.

    IF YOU SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN,
    9-1-1 WILL BE CALLED. BELIEVE THAT.
    _______________________________
    W: 4.8.15

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  • Pigg Eric Casebolt

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    The honorable bronze statues at Birmingham, Alabama's Kelly Ingram Park showed a display of courageous youth, some young as 8 years old who refused to be silent and stood up for justice. Despite the vicious attacks by po'lice dogs under the command of klansmen (yes, many po'lice officers were klan members, and still are today!), to the flesh-ripping power of the water hose, even the murders of youths Addie Mae Collins, Denise McNair, Carole Robertson and Cynthia Wesley when "Dynamite Bob", along with two other Amerikkkan terrorists bombed the 16th Street Baptist Church did not deter their mission. The children still continued to march on and advocate with a stern promise that they will "turn the jails upside down" if incarcerated by Birmingham's so-called "finest". From the Bay Area, to New York, Baltimore to Texas, the assaults and cold-blooded killings of our children goes on.

    Youth attending a pool party in McKinney, Texas were reminded that Black lives do not matter in this racist society when they were assaulted by McKinney PD and threatened with guns. Po'lice were throwing to kids to the ground, pointing guns and threatening jail to those who refused to be silent about the wrongness of the situation and according to a statement made by McKinney PD, part of the statement says that "The initial call came in as a disturbance involving multiple juveniles at the location, who do not live here in the area or have the permission to be there, refusing to leave." Now either that is some good po'lice work, to be able to look at someone and determine where they are from, or another example of "You don't belong in this neighborhood, darkie!"

    In the video, there was a young girl who lived in the area whom was with the 15-year old girl who was slammed to the ground and treated as if she was sub-human by a rude kkkop with a fragile ego and not a care for any of the lives that were present. The youngsters were randomly "picked out" by these confused kkkops to get on their faces and when the po'lices' attempt to "restore order" failed, all hell broke loose. The kkkop who had not one, but TWO knees in the 15 year old's girl's back had nothing but vulgar, disrespectful comments and threats of incarceration even towards the child who was crying hysterically from the brutality committed by McKinney's "finest", Eric Casebolt.

    The video was also like a display of "slavemassa control" of "If you don't be a good nigra and walk away and ignore this injustice, you will go to jail or die!" And the ego-feed of listening to youth beg and say "sorry, sir" to a unyielding beast has always been one of the many tools to break my people by forced submission and be of acceptance of oppression, no matter how barbaric it may be. With that said as a mother of young black children, and a survivor of an po'lice attack when I was seven months pregnant it is heart wrenching to experience this level of injustice while the agents of the state can beat and murder our children of color with impunity. What is really sickening is that the ill actions by the kkkops are being backed up by some of the neighbors who could care less, just as long as that same thing don't happen to white children because there will be hell to pay! My question is was the "disorder" the gathering of young black youth in a majority white neighborhood that "frightened" the neighbors because of the sub-conscious fear of an uprising whenever Blacks congregate? My question is indeed tied to a historical fact that we were tortured and killed when we had gatherings out of the so-called "slavemassa's" sight or control. Blacks have always been stigmatized as being violent and unruly by our violent and brutal oppressors and that lie has been the platform behind why our children are still being slaughtered (alongside with our elders and adults) without any consequences. What the highly decorated Po'lice Eric Casebolt is seen doing on the video is child abuse and endangerment, plain and simple. The pointing of the guns and the unnecessary force inflicted on the minors was an offense that even blood relatives would have been punished for. Eric Casebolt got the PAL treatment (paid administrative leave)

    I remember Malcolm X had spoke on the issue that white men protested and made clear of their right to defend white women and children, and that Black men should have that same right, too. What did that kkkop Eric Casebolt do when he saw the 2 young men step up? He pulled that gun and did whatever he wanted to do to the young female... Ring a bell? History and Herstory repeats itself, it just teaches the same lessons in different ways. Some of the residents thanked the officers for a job well done and showed support for their "keeping us in line". This show of support isn't nothing new under the sun for even the Ku Kluckx Klan had back up from those who believe in upholding non-white supremacy. One would assume that no "gud o'l wite folk" wanted to punish the (2008) officer of the year!

    Dear children, do not continue to be distracted by the ways of the world and its falsehoods. Your great legacies are at stake and THAT is worth fighting for, and one day my grandchildren will visit your statues of courage in beautiful parks because you too, like our ancestors were not afraid.

     

    Photo credit: Foot Soldier, by Shino https://www.flickr.com/photos/ms-ito/4634035315

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  • The Power of a Community

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    We attended a celebration today on July 7, 2015 in San Francisco at 521 Natoma. They were celebrating their victory of their fight to make sure that the families living there doesn't lose there home. “Our goal is to celebrate victory for the families being stabilized ,” said Rudy Corpus from the United Playaz organization.

    The building was sold and had received a new landlord and he issued a three day eviction notice, so the families living in the building decided to get together with the community and take the problem to court. And fourtunately, they won.

    When we got there the street was very narrow and was surrounded by very old homes that look as unstable as a table with two legs. Just by one look you can feel the mistreatment in the air.

    While there I had the opprtunity to interview Rudy Corpus, and when asked why their fight was important he said, “It was important because we wanted to keep families that's been here in this neighborhood, stabilized.”

    Tina Shaft who is a part of an organization called Migrante stated, “ It's all about access.It's all about access for better education for the youth and better jobs for the working class.”

    She also states, “Immigrant families deserve a place to live...this city is not prioritizing the rights if women, children, and families.”

    I left there with the mentality that the landlords should be held accountable for what's going on and the stress they have caused on people.

    I also learned about the Tenants in Common otherwise known as T.I.C which is basically a “joint ownership of property without rights of survivorship in which each owner owns an undivided specific percentage of the property ,” and when the owner dies their estate goes to whoever they left it to in their Last Will and Testament.

    I commend the community for their strength, compassion, and undying love for each other. I think that what they are doing will benefit everyone in the future because there is no power stronger than the power of the people and the community.

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  • Still

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    April 28, 2015

    Numeral: 400

    As in 400

    Parts per million

    Carbon dioxide
    We release
    Into the atmosphere,
    Among other gases.
    Chemical
    Warning signs in the sky
    We still ignore.
    We can't take
    The heat
    Rising below the clouds.

    But still we burn
    Coal and petrol
    And still we burn
    Carbon dioxide
    And still we release
    Clouds of exhaust while driving cars
    And still there's
    No more ozone layer
    And still the sun
    Feels much hotter than usual
    And still arctic
    Glaciers melt
    And still there's
    Floods happening
    And still there's
    Droughts in some places
    And still there's
    Crazy weather, on the real
    And still there's
    Almost no more polar bears
    And still there's
    Chainsaw reversal of nature
    Forests into deserts
    And still there's
    Oceans turning acidic
    And still there's
    People who believe this is false
    And still we ignore
    The everyday changes
    The worst kind
    In Pachamama
    And still we believe
    None of this is our fault-----

    Mors voluntaria totius terrae*----

    Numeral: 400

    As in 400

    Parts per million

    Carbon dioxide
    In the atmosphere.

    350 parts per million
    Would be better. 260----desirable.
    ____________________________
    W: 3.13.15

    *LATIN: "Suicide of the entire earth."

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  • Memorial Day 2015

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    This past Memorial Day Holiday[originally started by former slaves in memory of Union troops who fought for them, who they unearthed from a mass grave to give them a proper individual burial each] that fell on the 25th of May 2015 I decided to do some research. I wanted to find which local and national chain businesses offered a discount or freebies for Veterans, which I am a proud one.

    My initial reasoning for doing this was due to being caught by surprise on Veterans day last year and not being able to take advantage of all of the freebies offered to veterans on this day.

    I started at Polk and Broadway on Friday the evening of the 22nd, and first inquired in Escape from New York Pizza.

    The guy at the counter was friendly enough and asked the shift manager If they did offer discounts or freebies. He was very abrupt and I would even venture to say rude in offering a very harsh "No!"

    I continued along next Peet's coffee where they offered a very apolagetic "No."

    On to Starbucks to which I received so many free cups of coffee on Veterans day in various locatoins in SF I couldn't sleep that night !

    I received a cranky "no" from them as well.

    I continued to strike out as my journey brought me to Fisherman's Wharf in many locations that did offer free food on Veterans day such as IHOP, Denny's , Subway and Chili's.

    I did receive a free treatment at an Oxygen bar called Vitality. The treatment include scented oxygen ,a warm lavender pillow on my shoulders a brief deep tissue massage and stimulation from an electric muscle stimulation unit. All of that I got not for being a vet but because I happened to be walking by at the time that they offered them for free to drum up business.

    My final inquiry after numerous rejections and being relaxed by the aforementioned treatment was McCormick and Scmicks in Ghiradelli square.

    The answer was yes, and I received a very enthusiastic yes. They asked if I would like to make reservations to which I said yes and made them for Memorial day at noon.

    There were sever tempting items on a special menu in which i chose the buttermilk shrimp. They were very delicious and all of the staff I encountered treated me with the same courtesy and respected that should be afforded to a paying customer.

    Get ready troops Veterans day will be here in November and I intend to have a full list composed by then !

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  • Notes From The Inside; Chicano Haiku

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    “SORROWS AND HOPE”

     

    Hope and determination prosper

    amidst the solidarity of concrete and steel

    shrouding the humility of people

     

    The warm sun rays

    Void within the cold stone cave

    Contradicts my inner peace

     

    Reflections protruding from nature

    Kindness and rage in perpetual dance

    The essence of life's joys and sorrows of death

     

    The end

    Jose H. Villarreal

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  • PNN-TV: Malcolm X Day by Youth SKolaz at Deecolonize Academy

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Letters, Words, Poems & Memories from Youth Skolaz at Deecolonize Academy's Revolutionary Youth Media Education Class for Malcolm X

    Dear Malcolm X,
    By Ana Lapota/PNN/RYME Youth Skola
    Thank you for all you've one. You've helped touch hearts, change perspectives, and make people aware. You helped people to believe not only in themselves, but in others as well. If I were you I would refuse to be known with a colonizers name as well. Your speeches are a reminder to people that the toughest thing a person can go through is losing faith in themselves and the idea of justice. There are no limitations for us revolutionaries in life because as long as we believe we will succeed. It's like my little sister always says, “ Don't tell me the sky is the limit when we have footprints on the moon.” Because of you we are stronger, and able to fight with twice as much desire for a better tomorrow.

    Dear Malcolm X
    By Queenah /PNN RYME Youth Skola
    You were a good leader and you know your history. And when you said your first speech it was good cause you talked about slavery and how you did not know your father's last name and your grandfather's last name.

    When Malcolm x was on a interview with a white man he was telling the truth about his people that was a slave in his family.

    Dear Malcolm X,
    Heidy Serrano/PNN/RYME Youth Skola
    Thank you for speaking the truth and standing up for people of color. Without you and other amazing peoples work who knows what would be of us. Thanks to you people are standing up and following your teachings. The work you have done its truly incredible and inspiring. People now are doing amazing work in your name. Thank you for believing in the equality for everyone. For standing up for women. Just thank you for everything. Like you have said we shouldn't hate our culture or the color of our skin, we should be thankful for it. You make me proud of who I am.

    Dear Malcolm X
    By Kimo Umu/PNN/RYME Youth Skola
    Thank you for being the people who risk their life. And for us to be proud of our self and not to hate each other . Inspiring people to be what we want to be. Without you (and others) wed be shining shoes for the white man.

    Dear Malcolm X
    By Tiburcio/PNN/RYME Youth Skola
    It was your name that changed you from everyone else you thought about everyone even your self. You used evolution to cause a revolution. You fought the constitution before technical pollution. Malcom X was really cool cause' he made O' connor look like a fool.

    Dear Malcom X
    By Ty’Ray Taylor/PNN -RYME Youth Skola
    Thank you for making this world better as much as u were able to

    When I was watching your interview you were representing your culture and what you believed

    I learned a lot about you at Deecolonize Academy and Meadows Livingstone school. I think that you were trying to stand up for your rights and the worlds rights- BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

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  • Farewell to the King

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    "The Thrill is gone baby,the thrill is gone...”'-B.B. King

     

    On May 14, 2015 we lost the king of the blues, B.B. King.

    Born Riley B. King in Berclair, Mississippi On September 16,1925 to a sharecropper family, he first began his career singing gospel but soon embraced the blues due to not making money singing gospel.

    His beloved guitar "Lucille," his steady companion throughout his career, was so named during a venue in a small country town where two men started a fight over a woman named Lucille and knocked over a kerosene lamp in the process which engulfed the club in flames.

    B.B. rushed back inside to rescue his guitar while the building was burning and named it Lucille to remind him never to fight over a woman. He created his own style of playing guitar which is used and taught by multitudes of guitarists to this day..

    B.B. was the recipient of numerous awards and honors including an honorary doctorate of music from Yale University as well as being inducted in both the Blues and Rock and Roll Halls of fame.

    B.B. was truly a poverty scholar and still managed to succeed in pulling himself out of poverty and be a world renowned performer.

    Unfortunately he was unable to avoid controversy in his death. Two of his surviving daughters allege that he was poisoned by his manager and personal attendant. They could not be reached for comments.

    Several years back I wrote about taking money from my reverse poverty scholarship fund to see B.B. at the Fillmore. During the show B.B. took a brief break from singing and playing speaking to the crowd he said " you know sometimes I just think about giving it all up i'm old and my health is fading" Then he asked " what do you all think I should do?" Of course the crowd begged him not to stop. Then He started singing and playing one of his best known songs " The thrill is gone"

    And now that he is gone the thrill is truly gone.

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  • Notes from the Inside;Insight on us Now!

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Editor's Note: Timothy Yeargin is one of several power-FUL PNN Plantation correspondents who contribute to Poor Magazine notes from the inside, a column of planation resistors who needs your help to get justice.

    Has the time you have done in prison as a father really helped you? Are the people of society addressing our issues here in prison? I do pray that society understands that some of us fathers are really trying to change for our children. Is crime the only way for some of us this day and time? No, but sometimes being poor causes us as fathers, sons, and brothers to make bad choices in life just to survive. But now as a father, I have had time to really look inside myself and know that it wasn't about me. It was also about my family that I left behind. We all as human beings were fed the wrong mind food because of listening to men in the streets of poverty. Yes, some of us listened to them. At that time they were all we had. Most of us were poor and looking for a way out so we could help our families. Some of us, are products of our environment that made us this way. Now let me say this to those who read this because the attitude some of us as fathers have didn't come from how we were raised. Some of us without fathers listened to other homies and looked up to them. Yes, those who did have a father  found out he was never there. When he was, we never got a chance to talk with him. That's why some of us were raised around bad influences without knowing that it was osmething that you and I thought good turn out to be so bad! Now, let me put it another way, so we all can understand. Our brains are computers which take in good and bad things. When we as young teens see our fathers doing wrong or our older men selling drugs and making money, we want to do this too. Not all of us, but some of us fell into this trap in the streets. But now as a father, a brother, and an uncle, I have to make the right choice for the little eyes that are watching you and me.

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  • Birth of The Carabao Cleaning Service

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    It started the moment my uncle, the poet, wrote the lines—

    A handful of carabao
    Dung has more spirit
    Than 10,000 white men

    I thought my uncle was crazy. He wore a ponytail that flapped and swung in the wind when he meditated or did Tai Chi. He hung out with old Filipino men for hours in Chinese restaurants. One old man had a mouth like a billiard pocket, except for one tooth the shape of an axe blade. Another old man had one finger on each hand—the middle finger. Claimed to be a writer. My uncle would sit and listen and tell stories afterwards. My father got a kick out of my uncle’s lines about the carabao dung. He copied it on a small strip of paper and stuck it in his wallet. He’d stand in the mirror and recite it mimicking John Wayne, Jimmy Cagney, Sidney Poitier. He’d laugh. He rarely laughed. He was a janitor who woke up at 5am and left us with the sound of jingling keys as he slammed the door. He went to a garage sale and picked up a stack of National Geographic Magazines. Sure enough there was an issue that featured carabaos. He looked at the pictures transfixed, each photo teleporting his soul—his spirit—to an ancestral homeland or at least an ancestral state of mind. I picked up the magazine and went to the toilet. I sat looking at the photographs. Outside the window a cat meowed and meowed.
    “Will you shut up!” I said.
    “Meow”

     

    I flipped the pages, focusing on the mountains in the pictures; mountains laced with green and rain and lushness with all kinds of stuff underneath that the camera didn’t catch. The words “mountain tribes”, “rice terraces”, and “various dialects” slid past my eyes like rocks slipping off a mountain. I turned the page and saw it—2 big horns, 2 eyes that carved itself into anything it looked at and 2 nostrils leaking rainforest snot. It was a carabao. In one picture it was in a rice field, mud all over its body. In another picture it was on a street pulling a cart with a boy atop its back. In yet another picture it was in front of a church, bowing on all fours, asking God for the things that carabaos ask for. I looked at its face, its ugly face. It resembled a guy I went to school with named Andre Watts. Andre had a face that looked like a shoe print. He used to beat me up; he beat everybody up. I kept looking and I began to see other resemblances. Soon the carabao looked just like my father with his large nose and distrustful eyes. I nearly dropped the magazine when I heard a loud knock on the door.
    “What are you doing, sleeping in there?”
    “No”
    “Get outta there. I gotta take a shit!”
    “Ok”
    “Don’t ok me…get outta there and don’t use all the toilet paper”
    I wiped, flushed and put the National Geographic nicely in the rattan book holder next to the toilet for my father to read.

     

    The next day I went to school. I couldn’t concentrate on the math scribbled on the board. I kept thinking about the carabao’s face. I started thinking about carabao shit—first a handful then a roomful. Soon the classroom was filled with carabao shit, knee deep. I imagined the teacher screaming, saying, “what is it?” I saw myself, chest puffed out like a frog answering “it’s spirit Ms. Fargo, we’re knee deep in school spirit”. I got home to find my father in the living room. He was sitting on the floor Indian style with a pair of 1940’s Everlast boxing gloves wrapped around his neck with rips and tears. He kept repeating “a handful of carabao shit has more”…
    “Dad” I said, “I thought it was a handful of carabao dung has…”
    “Don’t give me your lip”, dad shot back, closing his eyes.
    “What are you doing?”
    “What’s it look like I’m doing?”
    “Sitting”
    “I ain’t sitting. I’m meditating”.
    “Can I try?” I asked, squatting on the floor.
    “Why don’t you meditate on going to the store and getting me an eskimo pie…oh yeah…and bring me a paper”
    Dad gave me a dollar and change. I faithfully delivered his order like the good slave that I was. When I got back, dad was sitting at the dinner table. On it were sheets of paper with designs painted on them.
    “Sit down” dad ordered.
    He tore open the eskimo pie and bit into it.
    “What do you think of this?”
    “Think of what?”
    “The papers goddamn it! The drawings!”
    I looked at the papers. It was hard to make out what they were. They looked like designs that psychologists gave patients to fuck their minds. They looked like watercolor blotches randomly set to parchment—basically abstract explosions of insanity confined to an 8.5×11 space.
    “They’re ok, I guess”
    Dad flipped through the papers.
    “I’m trying to make a logo”
    “A logo…for what?”
    “For my…I mean…for our new business”.
    “What new business?”
    Dad gesticulated as if he were a famous artist or photographer who’d gained fame by producing chickenshit art that no one could afford.
    “It’s gonna be called the carabao cleaning service…where cleanliness is happiness. You gotta go for what you know sometimes…go for broke. I need to make some real money. Need to take a chance. Now, which one of these drawings do you think should go on our business card?”
    I looked at the pictures next to dad’s watercolor paint set. I looked and looked. I thought to myself, I could do better.
    “I’m making you vice-president of the company” dad said. “My second in command”.
    I laughed silently. I had just been fired from my first job 4 months ago. I was a delivery boy for the San Francisco Examiner. I was fired when I failed to deliver the paper during a holiday. I thought it was a holiday for me too. Vice president of a janitorial company? My immediate answer was no, I wanted no part in manning the phone, swinging the mop or swishing the toilet with the mighty toilet brush. I wanted to play ball. I had no choice. Dad held one of the papers to my face. I looked at the watercolor frenzy on the page.
    “What does it look like” dad asked.
    I took the paper in my hands. I ran my finger over the watercolor blotch. I spoke.
    “It looks like a mound of carabao shit
    The curtain at the window rose in panic like a skirt in a storm. My father’s jaw clenched. He yanked the paper from my hand.
    “It’s a carabao!” he said, holding it up like a special edition newspaper. “See the horns?”
    He slammed it on the table and began pointing out all the details of his watercolor blotch until I fully comprehended.
    “It’s gonna be our logo for our business card!”
    I looked at the papers scattered about. I thought about my uncle with the ponytail and Tai Chi moves. I sat down and watched my father meditate on what lie ahead.

    © 2009 Tony Robles

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  • Best Buy Somewhere Else

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Recently while going to Best Buy to make a purchase I walked into the store carrying a small box which shouldn't seem to out of the ordinary in these times of of reuse and recycle unless of course if you're black or brown!

    Upon entering the store I was greeted by a store representative and store security.

    I walked around the store briefly and then got the item I was shopping for. The line wasn't extremely long but long enough that security would have been able to see me in it if they glanced around and certainly notice me paying for something.

    After making my purchase and exiting the store, security asked me if I made any purchases. I indignantly and resentfully answered in the affirmative and exited the store.

    After exiting I turned almost immediately back around and asked why he asked if I had made any purchases [ many people enter stores without purchasing for various reasons there is no law against that !] He looked rather nervous I'm sure because he wasn't expecting somebody he just profiled to respond in such a way.

    Immediately the greeter stated "It's o.k. I asked him to do it because you came inside with a box."

    I'm sure if I had been a clean cut well dressed white man he would have just assumed that I was doing exactly as recycling and reusing.

    I left quite angrily as a loyal customer should not have to.

    I took an online survey as requested on the receipt and mentioned the incident but so far have got no response. Upon subsequent visits to the store I have seen the same greeter peering at me nervously but have not received an apology from him or his employers.

    The most painful thing about such incidents is it is almost always people of color in security positions who profile poor and or people of color.

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  • Notes from the Inside;What About Us!

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Editor's Note: Timothy Yeargin is one of several power-FUL PNN Plantation correspondents who contribute to Poor Magazine notes from the inside, a column of planation resistors who needs your help to get justice.

    This is about young men and older men who seem to forget about others who were left behind. Our children, our mothers always told us about running around, not having a job nor thinking of our children. But some of us said, "Mother, you don't know; just stay off my back." Sometimes your sisters or brothers would ask , "When are you going to have some time for us? " Now when you go to jail or prison, whom do you call, your mother or your wife? But when you were out, you didn't even care! Now your family and children are saying, "But what about us!" But most of us say It's going to be alright. I will be out soon, but you never show. What about us! Again, some of us say to our sisters or our baby's mothers, "Send me some money." You know how it goes. But your sister and your baby's mother is saying that your children need some shoes and some new clothes too, so they will not be able to do it this month. Then you get upset, not thinking about them, but thinking of yourself. What about us! Do you even care?

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  • San Francisco and the Culture of Deletion

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    I recently read the text of author David Talbot’s speech, “Don’t be a Stanford Asshole” (http://48hillsonline.org/2015/01/26/dont-stanford-asshole/) in which he connects the dots between San Francisco and Silicon Valley.  He spoke of the incestuous relationship between tech and politics and how the tandem workings of both have caused both positive and insidious consequences to the city of my birth and across the globe.  As impassioned as Talbot’s speech was, I was in somewhat of a quandary.  Was he speaking to me, or was he speaking to those who arrived in San Francisco in the last 15 or so years, survivors of the first dot-com boom?  Mind you, as a native born San Franciscan, I have become accustomed to being talked over, looked over and unconsidered.  I do not suggest that Talbot was ignoring born and raised San Franciscans like myself, but being someone born and raised in the city, we often occupy a gray area in which we ask ourselves—when a narrative about the city is explored or expounded—is this narrative reflective of my experience, my history, my skin, my roots?  Or is it a reflection of those who have arrived in recent years, who have benefited from my culture—that is, my San Francisco and or/ethnic culture—and the beauty that goes with it, while I—and other native-borns-- have not benefited to the same degree.  It is to question your visibility, your voice, your presence.  It is to ask yourself, do I even exist? To be a born and raised San Franciscan, particularly one of color, is to be invisible, to receive a cursory sideways glance that suggests the question: Oh, you live here too?   It is to exist but not be acknowledged. It is to be seen as a hindrance, an eyesore, grudgingly accepted as part of the landscape that is far too nice and picturesque and valuable for you to inhabit—despite your generations as part of the landscape—especially if you’re black.  To be a native born San Franciscan is to be disrespected; it is putting up with the whimsical, often obnoxious hordes that flock here, planting seeds imported from elsewhere without regards for the roots already here.  This phenomenon prompted the late Manilatown poet Al Robles, who was a native San Franciscan and one of the primary fighters in the I-Hotel struggle for housing rights of seniors and all people, to pose this question

     

    Who is to say the

    Weeds are not the roots?

    Who is to say the

    Roots are not the weeds?

     

    Of course, Robles was speaking of the community whose voices were silenced—working class communities of color who Justin Herman, Ben Swig and their descendants saw as hindrances and blight; communities in need of revitalization, a word that is used in the current iteration of the city.  Our communities were black, brown, red, yellow and working class/poor white.  It was multicultural before that word became fashionable.  It was mestizo and mestiza.  It was hapa before hapa knew what hapa was; before some genius mixed rice, spam and seaweed and gave it a name.  We had a vibe, a way of speaking, a way of walking that was the city—part black, part brown, part yellow—a vibe that was Frisco.  Now, I know there are those who decry the use of that word.  But Frisco represents what isn’t seen in the cutesy postcards from Walgreens.  Frisco is everything you don’t want to see, it’s the city that the tech billionaires, the Mayor, the minions etc. don’t want you to remember.  It’s the built up grease in the pots and pans of an abuelita’s kitchen, it’s the southern tongue whose stories speak in the TL, it’s the Filipino World War II Veteranos in SOMA whose lives are written in their faces and are spoken in a silence that make the fog horns seem like a whisper.  With such richness of culture, who needs the fuzzy 20-something blue-eyed blond, fresh out of the peace corps, to tell us what life’s about?

     

    The San Francisco I grew up with, the culture I came to know by being bathed in it and by tasting its dirt is dying at the hands of another culture—that of deletion.  One by one—communities, lives, homes—are deleted with as much forethought as pushing a button or clicking a mouse.  And what better metaphor for the concept of deletion than the tech apparatuses that are abound—encroaching on every aspect of our lives in the name of convenience—but whose convenience?  The tech industry has carved its reality into the city, its presence felt in every crevice—from the gentrification induced murder of Alex Nieto to born and raised San Francisco kids having to duel a group of entitled, obnoxious tech boys over who gets to play (or pay) in the playground.  The kids—and I don’t refer to the young folks who stood their ground at the Mission Playground—the tech kids (it would be disingenuous to refer to them as men or adults) who have no reflection, no respect, no regard, and no foresight—have taken over.  Their values are quickly becoming the rule in San Francisco—and the city is going to hell—not in a hand basket—but in an app. 

     

    It is these smug, so-called clever—what Talbot’s speech referred to as assholes—that are laughing, drinking, smirking, taking more than their share—at our expense, laughing in our faces, so self-assured in their genius, sauntering to the bank while the rest of us subsidize them and their self-centered frat boy obnoxiousness.  I’m tired of the bullshit, are you?  The city has rolled out the red carpet for tech priests and priestesses but that carpet is stained with the blood of eviction and removal; it is stained with the shoeprints of arrogance and a lack of grace, manners, tact, dignity or respect.  It is stained with the blood of our elders that are being preyed upon daily by real estate speculators, real estate agents and their appendages whose only work is destruction of people and communities.  It is being destroyed by 20-something tech millionaire idiots who want the world to believe that they are about a “sharing economy”.  To them I pose the question: Why haven’t your “sharing” hordes offered housing to the victims of the Mission street apartment fire that left many elder and families homeless?  We native born San Franciscans know the answer (and you don’t have to be a native born to know this).  The answer is that they don’t care, they only care about their own particular class or kind.  What they want is a tailor made San Francisco exclusively for them, complete with artisan this and that, windows painfully buffed to a shine while dinky little cupcakes await in quaint display cases—equally buffed.  They want community alright, a golden gated community.  They want their own private Disneyland on their terms.  And the Greg Gopmans and Peter Shihs who come dripping of entitlement articulate an attitude that has become clear without words.  But Gopman, Shih and those of similar ilk, I ask, did you earn the right to speak disparagingly of my hometown, a place you have helped to destroy?  Make no mistake, the city is dying.  It may look alive on the surface with cranes and buildings stabbing into the skyline, but it is a wrinkled postcard with a facelift, a world class city reduced to an app.

     

    The impending earthquake that is sure to hit San Francisco is spoken of with a tone—from some—that appears to welcome that event.  But to me and many other born and raised San Franciscans (particularly of color), the earthquake has already happened.  When the real one comes it will be a mere afterthought, a whimper compared to the evictions and the effects they have had on the health of seniors, the disabled, on the families who are now without housing.  And yet, the mayor acts as if these things haven’t happened.

     

    Yesterday was the birthday of my uncle, the late Al Robles, who spent much of his life fighting for the rights of elder tenants in Manilatown and the International Hotel.  As current board president of the Manilatown Heritage Foundation, I am disgusted by what has been allowed to happen to seniors and communities of color in the city—a city that bends over backwards catering to and coddling entitled tech idiot millionaires, real estate speculators, the owners of big boats and those who profess to share but share nothing, contribute nothing. 

     

    The mayor recently spoke of the I-Hotel struggle at a gathering of a Filipino community center that has served the community for many years. From what I understand, he was once a tenant lawyer. 

     

    What happened to him?  What happened to my city?

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  • Tsalagi Rose

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    TSALAGI ROSE
    ____________
     
    Ever heard of the Tsalagi* Rose?
     
    Well, the U.S. government
    Had gotten greedy
    Again in 1828.
    They'd found out
    There was gold
    Underneath the Southern
    Land called Georgia.
    Ten years later,
    The U.S. Army
    Was sent down
    There to evict
    The Tsalagi Indians
    From mountain homes they'd
    Held on to for
    Thousands of years.
    At gunpoint,
    The only
    Notice ever given.
    The original
    Gentrification.
     
    The Tsalagi Indians
    Were made to take
    A long cross-country
    Walk west, all 1200 miles,
    From Army stockades to some
    Barren land, later called Oklahoma.
    Whole families marched through
    Mississippi winter snow
    Without moccasins on their feet.
    Four thousand died from
    Starving, freezing, disease.
    Mothers cried for their young
    As numbers of their tribe
    Fell on the way westward.
    Tribal elders saw that and
    Asked the Great Spirit
    High in Galunti** for a sign,
    Anything to lift up the saddened
    Spirits of their women.
     
    Each time a mother
    Would shed her tears,
    They'd feed the ground along
    Nunna daul tsuny.***
    Another trail would form:
    A trail of snow-white roses grew,
    Starting from one, white as tears,
    An answer to the tribal elders' prayers.
    A sweet-smelling gift
    From Pachamama.
    Something to show, across
    Several states, that 10,000
    Tsalagi Indians had survived
    Genocide.
     
    Now you know about the Tsalagi Rose.
     
    Old Indian legend. Real talk.
    _______________________
    W: 2.26.15
    [ For the students at Decolonize Academy. ]
     
    *What the Cherokee Indians called themselves.
    **TSALAGI: "Heaven".
    ***TSALAGI: "Trail Of Tears". Literal translation: "The trail where they cried".
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  • Black Disabled Families in Amerikkka-The Crisis of Bessie and Devonte Taylor--Settler Colonial Lies from Salinas to San Francisco

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    “The families homelessness has nothing to do with the Housing Authority, we couldn’t help what the landlord did.” I listened as the Housing Authority of Monterey County supervisor rattled off a long list of reasons that they  thought released their agency from any responsibility for the crisis of Bessie Taylor and her disabled sun Devonte who are now living houselessly in Salinas, California because the Housing Authority took too long to move on the families reasonable accommodation claim and they subsequently lost their home of 22 years.

    The California Fair Employment and Housing Act protects you from illegal discrimination and harassment in housing based on a mental or physical disability. Discrimination includes, but is not limited to, the following actions failure to provide reasonable accommodation in rules, policies, practices, or procedures when necessary to afford a person with a disability equal opportunity to use and enjoy a dwelling, read at the Press conference by Krip Hop Nation/POOR Magazine reporter Leroy Moore.

    After being contacted by the Taylor family and their revolutionary advocate Pamela Weston POOR Magazine youth and adult poverty skolaz held an emegerncy Black History Month press conference and rally for the Taylor family and all Black and Brown families with disabled children struggling in Monterey county with endless poverty “industry” pimping, racism, classism and ableism.

    “There are so many homeless people in Monterey County, said Jamellah, Bessie’s beautiful, strong hearted, adult daughter explained to me as we walked through the brush-stroked painting that is downtown Salinas, “Its really cause the rent is so high here and there is no rent control,” she concluded.

    No rent control, old-school scarcity model poverty pimps, racist klan agri-business run city hall, anti-poor people laws that criminalize, harass and arrest poor people and ableist laws that don’t protect disabled peoples at all. This is Salinas. This is Monterey County. This is most of what i affectionately call Amerikkklan. And more and more poor, Black, Brown, disabled families and elders across this stolen indigenous land are in a serious crisis. 

    From Salinas to San Francisco the rich white people (created) laws protect the rich white poeple class or “stolen indigenous land” class  (i.e., landlords) so much so that in places  like Monterey County they have managed to twist and turn the laws so insanely that they have made the city exempt form rent control???

    “This city does not treat  poor families, peoples of color right, it never has,” conscious servant of the peoples and city council member Jose Castaneda narrated our 6 minute journey from the oddly clean, boutique downtown of Salinas into a tiny area known since the Steinbeck days as “Chinatown”.

    Tents, lean-tos, cardboard boxes and abandoned couches butted up against sleeping bags, plastic bags, suitcases, shopping carts and the scattered belongings of peoples who once had a home. And then i saw it, the part that always pierces my already broken heart, baby strollers, coloring books, and half-broken toddler toys, remnants of houseless children, a silent statistic lost in the vortex of greed, profit and earnings off of the fake notion of “owning” land.

    I was houseless with my mama for most of my childhood across this state. Ended up sleeping in our car when we had one and on the street when there was no room in shelters or money to rent a motel. This trauma haunts me to this day and often renders me speechless when i witness children and families living like me and my mama did for so long. We were houseless cause my mama was disabled and as an orphan, an unwanted child  of color in Amerikkklan, severely abused and tortured as a child in racist foster homes and orphanages. So much of what she went through had everything to do with US scarcity models, white-supremacy and the criminalization of poor mothers, I eventually did “time” for the poverty crime of houselessness. These are the roots and the real of everything we work on at POOR Magazine as fellow poor, disabled, indigenous peoples of color in resistance.

    After the rally and press conference our crew of conscious youth from Decolonize Academy, the school we landless peoples at POOR Magazine started in conjunction with Homefulness- ( a poor people-led solution to Houselessness) and reporters Queenandi,Leroy Moore, also with Krip Hop Nation and POOR and migrant poverty skola Muteado SIlencio and myself accompanied the family to Assemblyman Alejo’s office to try to get some justice for the family.After the original meeting our youth skolaz and I  went to Dorothy’s Kitchen, a free lunch in the middle of Chinatown which is where we witnessed the violence of poverty this town wages against its poor.

    “Several times a year the City does sweeps of this area, arresting people, throwing away belongings and tents and completely dismantling this community, “ Jose explained pointing toward the several lines of tents and peoples crammed into a five block long area with an odd prison like boundary. The same exact scene i have witnessed, lived in and fought against in Sacramento, San Francisco, Los Angeles, New York, Oakland and Phoenix, Arizona, the latter being a scandal perpetrated and set-up by none other than Migrant hater Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Arizona

    After we are displaced and gentrified..
    Generations of exploitation and colonization. Beginning with the original displacement and genocide by colonizers and missionaries of 1st Nations peoples there followed generations of ablism, shame, classism, false borders, and wite-supreamcist kkkourts have led to shanty town after shanty town from Sacramento to San Francisco. After we are evicted and displaced, we are hiding under bus shelters, doorways and in cars, arrested for sleeping, standing, being alive while poor, disabled, Black and Brown. While i was writing this article i received four calls from families and elders facing unlawful, gentrification-fueled evictions in San Francisco and Oakland. In every case, people cried, “ Where will we go?”

    After Jose and I drove around the corner leaving the tragedy of “Chinatown” we had the surreal experience of going to the John Steinbeck museum only to learn how Steinbeck chronicled the ways in which poor white people who were refugess from the Dust Bowl and the depression-era banksters had been violated and abused, by the rich white land-owners of the Salinas valley. Ironically, the same rich white land-owners seem to run the town now.  The “Monster” as the companies were called by, Tom Joad from Grapes of Wrath who exploited poor people then are acting the same now - except now the monster has expanded to include housing developers and slum-lords who charge exorbitant rent from the poor, migrant and very poor people who go there to work in the fields and face abusive work conditions. At the same time the city and county arrests peoples for being homeless and criminalizes families for being poor. Except now it seems worse, Now we have gentrification and a new class of rich peoples who have been born and bred in killer kkkaptilaism to care for no-one but themselves and their own self-centered “success”. coupled with the intentional leeching of the few resources aka public housing and section 8 programs as WeSearched by Western Regional Advocacy Program (WRAP) over the last several years.

    So many Settler-colonial lies, so little time….
    The surrealist part is the people who clearly seem to understand the indecency against the Oakies” described so eloquently by Steinbeck in Grapes of Wrath don’t see the 21st century oakies, dont see them or perhaps don’t want to see them They are right there, right under their nose. two blocks away from the  john steinbeck museum.This is where the settler-colonial, racism comes in as well as the US style Scarcity models that the welfareQUEEN’s project of POOR Magazine uncovered over our 4 years of WeSearch and lived investigation. Who are the deserving versus undeserving poor?  Perhaps in their settler - colonial minds the “Oakies” were the “good” poor people, aka white, previous homeowners, workers,  and therefore somehow they were “different” poor people. But the reality is that generations of capitalist exploitation, white-supremacist laws, budget cuts, hate and greed has rendered people sick, destroyed,, isolated, abused, addicted and disabled. And then add in the extra-judicial killing of Brown men and you have the covert and overt racism of most of this stolen 1st Nations Costonoan Ohlone/Esslen/Salinian territory.

    POOR Magazine was first introduced to our poor brothers and sisters of Salinas when author and poet Luis J Rodriguez who ran for Governor of California in 2014 launched the California Network of Revolutionary Change and held the first convening in Salinas, California focused on the police killing of that town. Last year alone there were almost 5 Po’Lice killings of brown men, fathers suns, hard-workers, killed for the sole act of being brown in this covertly racist town that pretends to be conscious.

    “We have to do for ourselves, we can’t keep relying on others do “fix” our communities when they never do,”said a powerful African-American Pastor Carrie Silas,  who attended the press conference  summing up the revolution of self-determination that we live by at POOR Magazine. Its why we took back stolen indigenous land in Deep East Oakland and are working to build homefulness. Its what we hope we can help other poor communities across Mama Earth to begin building without the lie of philanthro-pimping and government infiltration.

    “My home since i was a baby is gone, now we have nowhere to live,” Devonte spoke for his family, and all of the Black and Brown and Disabled families fighting for justice everyday in Amerikkka.Now we all need to fight for Devonte and his family.

    POOR has been collecting donations for the Taylor family and has managed to help them stay in a motel for over a month. if you want to donate to the GoFUndMe campaign pls click here. We are also seeking an attorney to advocate for the family against the Housing Authority. and finally for a landlord willing to rent to the family who is still on Section 8.please contact POOR Magazine at poormag@gmail.com or call 510-435-7500   
     

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  • Living While Black and Poor in Gentryville- A Story for Yuvette (Henderson)

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    There are no words for how sad i am about the loss of sister Yuvette, killed by Emeryville pigs on February 3rd with war-style weapons  which is why i needed to write this story.

    Tragically,  there are many Yuvette Hendersons and other poor , criminalized mamas and daddys like her and me living precariously on the margins of what sister Tiny calls Gentryville (Emeryville) much of which used to be a larger West Oakland until realtors realized they could sell more over-priced apartments and condos to young rich white people if they called it Emeryville.  Now all of our poor, black and brown bodies are in even more danger.
     

    We are all profiled for shopping, walking, living while Black and Po’ in Gentryville. When we go into Home Depot or Starbucks, Office Depot or even the parking lot . There is always a possibility that we will be followed by a security guard, asked to leave or escorted off the “property”

    Since the Dot-com boom of 1999 and increasing every year since, this neighborhood where many of us were born or have lived for years has become dangerous to our health. If any of us sit, stand, chill or park in the nearby park or leave our shopping carts, belongings or cars near the freeway overpass, they are always at-risk of being seized, towed or confiscated.

    I can’t tell you how many times i have been followed by “loss prevention” agents out of Home Depot because i allegedly “stole” something when all i was doing was trying to use the bathroom. Questioned by pigs just for standing in front of Starbucks. Had all of my cans confiscated just for pushing my shopping cart past the great white wall of Hollis when it morphs into Gentryville

    These are the hazards of being poor, houseless and of color in neighborhoods that used to be ours and now belong to whiter, richer people. Before I lived in West Oakland homelessly i lived in a home our family had lived in for 15 years until we lost it because the owner sold it to a housing developer for 3 times the amount he paid for it.
     

    Poor NewsNetwork family recently did an interview with Luis Rodriguez on their KPFA radio segment about the connections between gentriFUKation, pigs killing us and us killing us. These connections are even more obvious in areas like gentryville and North Oakland where just looking "poor" can get you arrested or killed.

    At POOR Magazine we always say eviction is death and gentrification is genocide. These are harsh terms but they are true, What ever happens to us peoples once we are outside. Either we are endlessly harassed, our bodies and lives are surveilled and/ or arrested andor we end up in prison.

    The death of Yuvette took this ongoing harassment to another, terrifying  level I am so glad that the actions were done on Home Depot and Emeryville Pigs shop by BlackLivesMatter revolutionaries, Yuvette’s life was not in vain. Our lives as Black peoples do matter, but i just want to make one thing clear. Class matters too. There are countless middle-class black and Brown peopels who walk freely in an out of Home Depot and other stores in this shopping mall and are never harassed. stopped or even questioned. But if you happen to be seen as “homeless” or look poor ( whatever that looks like?) you are constantly collared, followed and harassed.

    Yuvette was living while Black in Amerikkka but she was also living while Po’ and those of us still here, hiding on the margins of these gentriFUKed ( as we call it at POOR Magazine) neighborhoods  are clearly now in danger of being killed and like all gentrified peoples across Oakland and the Bay, we have nowhere else to go.
     

    Marilyn X is a Poverty skola reporter with POOR Magazine who is a houseless resident of West Oakland. There will be a vigil and march for Yuvette this Sunday, April 12th at 3pm- at Extra Space Storage 3406 Hollis St Emeryville, CA 94608

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  • Funky chicken from the food pantry !

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Muteado
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    It is no secret that San Francisco is the third most expensive city in the world to live in.

    For poor folks we must come up with creative and sometimes tried and true methods of survival when often 2/3 or more of our monthly income goes to rent.

    One such methods for many is relying on local soup kitchens or food pantries to get staples and components of meals if not entire meals.

    Recently after standing in a long line at Jones memorial Church on Post st, where people often argue and attempt to cut others in line, I made a very awful discovery. I received many fresh fruits vegetables as well as several other odds and ends I also received a pack of frozen chicken.

    I brought all of my groceries home immediately and refrigerated everything that needed to be including the chicken so it would thaw.

    This occurred on a Saturday morning.

    Monday afternoon after taking the now thawed chicken out of the refrigerator so I could wash and prepare it I noticed that the blood was not red but brown !

    I thoroughly washed it and upon further inspection I noticed the awful odor of rotting flesh and noticed the odd color of the chicken and was so appalled I immediately threw it away.

    I looked up the number of the food bank and attempted to contact the appropriate party or department.

    As the pre-recorded message indicated and was not able to get through. After being so disgusted I did not bother attending the food pantry the following Saturday.

    This is a serious issue especially during flu and cold season where somebody who’s sense of smell could be compromised especially a person with a otherwise compromised immune system as this could have literally killed them !

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  • California: For Rich People ONLY??- 1st Nations, Black, Brown & Po folks resist Apartheid California

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    Tiny
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    California: For Rich People ONLY???

    1st Nations, Black, Brown & Poor peoples across the state resist the Apartheid state of Displacement, Po'Lice Terror, False Borders and Plantation Prisons

     

    Is Cali4Rich People Only-dont b fooled-  they want you in jail, the ground or dead homey... before the colonizers came we loved our mama earth- but then they came to steal everything using jesus name & calling themselves Holy- now they  come wit eviction papers , handcuffs and legislations cuz they want Cali for rich peoples only...Po Poets Project/Poetas Pobres

    "After being evicted out of her home and community of over 40 years, my mama not only lost her job, she lost hope and became sick,," said Stevie A, the sun of a very low-income domestic laborer. whose entire five generations of family were displaced from San Francisco, He noted that his family which included young children and elders not only lost their life-long home, but the adult members of the working class family lost their jobs and the children lost their community and schools which ultimately resulted in the young men of the family being racially profiled and incarcerated

    "My children were traumatized by our eviction. Our family never recovered," Sabrina, a mother of three spoke about losing her family to the eviction and criminalization of her family due to eviction from their now-privatized/gentrified no longer public housing in San Francisco.

    "My sun Josiah cries for his father everyday," said his mother Laurie Valdez whose husband Antonio Lopez was shot in February of 2014 for doing nothing by San Jose Po'Lice dept in an act of po'Lice terror just like Mike Brown of Ferguson, Ezell Ford and "Africa" of LA, and Alex Nieto of San Francisco and so many Black, Brown and Po peoples across this stolen indigenous territory from Salinas to Oakland to San Francisco

    Police terrorized, displacement victims Stevie, Sabrina, Laurie and Josiah are just a few of thousands of families, elders and babies across the state who are under attack by the concerted forces of gentrification and removal by the wite-supremacist nation who would like to remove us all. From Po'Lice Terror to  the acts of elder and child abuse caused by eviction to the endless building of prisons and militarizing of these colonizer created borders leaves us all asking who is this shiny state being built for?

    From the original settler colonizers bringing their false borders, slave-catchers (po"lice), paper and mind-stealing poison (alcohol) to steal, rape and pillage mother earth and her earth people to current day 21st century gentryTEchNation, the corporations/speculators and their state agents displacing, incarcerating and/or killing every poor and working person they get, the time has come  to name the obvious; California's Indigenous, Black, Brown, Poor and Working class peoples are undergoing the final and most deadly colonial removal project so California can become a state for Rich People Only.

    Like  previous apartheid/colonization removal projects throughout herstory from the Congo to South Africa to West Papua to the 1st theft by colonizers of Turtle Island, they always involve covert and overt genocide,  extra-judicial killings of the indigenous peoples of the land, the workers, and the children. All of these acts of genocide and removal are rooted in the theft of resources from ancestral lands of the indigenous peoples and the ongoing destruction of Mama Earth and Mama Ocean.

    From LA to Oakland, from Salinas to San Francisco 1st Nations, Black, Brown,Disabled and Po peoples are resisting this Removal project. We are taking back our civil and human rights, our ancestral lands and saying NO we will not be moved.

    Join IdleNoMore LA, California Network of Revolutionary Change, POOR Magazine, The Manilatown Heritage Foundation, Idriss Stelly Foundation, Our Mission No Eviction,OCNC (Oceania Coalition of Northern California), Justice For Josiah, Justice For Mario Romero and many more on May 1st across California as we put forth clear demands which include moratoriums on evictions,  continuing to pressure District Attornies across the state to convict Ellis Act using real estate snakes with Elde and child abuse, to launch  an immediate moratorium on more rich people housing devil-opment by speculators, to institute the Homeless Bill of Rights, to support peoples investigations into po'Lice murders and resist the amerikkklan lie of security (Po'Lice)  and much more.

    In Oakland we will be at 1225 Fallon, eviction and foreclosure kkkourt In San Francisco we will be returning at 10am to the District Attorneys office to demand they convect real estate snakkes of elder and child abuse for these evictions violent impact on our children and elders and moving onto the SF City Hall to support the "Mission Takes City Hall" action. In Salinas and Los Angeles we will be at their local City Halls, In Vallejo and San Jose we will be at their Po'Lice departments. If you are from another city and want to sign on to do an press conference and/or action email us at poormag@gmail.com or call 510-435-7500 .

    Schedule So far- (More Cities Soon to Come)
    Thurs, May 7th
    -Oakland Eviction kkkort 1225 Fallon st - 12noon
    -Salinas City Hall - Time TBA
    -Los Angeles City Hall - 12 noon

    Fri, May 8th -
    10am-SF DIstrict Atty Office to bring Elder & Child Abuse Charges against speculators- 850 Bryant SF
    12noon Fri, May 8th SF CIty Hall/CIty Atty Office in support of "The Mission Takes CIty Hall"  action
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  • PNN-TV: Alex Nieto: Po'Lice Murderers & Gentrification Revealed-

    09/24/2021 - 07:46 by Anonymous (not verified)
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    PRESS CONFERENCE STATEMENT:

    The names of the shooting officers who killed Alex Nieto have been released. They are

    Jason Sawyer
    Richard Schiff
    Roger Morse and
    Nathan Chew.

    We, the community, celebrate the release of these names as a victory because the officers’ names had been unlawfully hidden from us for nine months. Because of our marching, organizing, lowriding, poetry, speeches, sharing of meals, writing, and Amor for Alex Nieto, San Francisco was forced by us and one U.S. federal judge to obey the United States Constitution.

    Of course, now we will learn more about these officers’ records and experiences, and we will also begin to unravel the truth of what happened on this hill on Friday, March 21, 2014 at 7:18 p.m., less than two hours before Alex Nieto’s shift as a security guard who was licensed to carry a taser. Police reports, witness statements, and depositions will follow. But before we waste any more precious time and energy, we propose this to the machinery of San Francisco:

    Stop this torture of the family and community. Stop this circus of injustice. Tell the truth: Alex Nieto never pointed any taser at police officers. You insult our intellect and attempt to hurt us by spreading lies. You make us distrustful of who you are to us, the community.

    San Francisco Police Department, protect and serve us by telling the truth. Confession is liberation for a brave soul. Do not honor a dishonorable code of silence. Officers Sawyer, Schiff, Morse, and Chew, officers who witnessed this killing, officers who responded to the scene of this crime and heard and saw the cover up; confess and protect those who are most victimized, your human brown and black brothers and sisters.

    San Franciscans, do not allow yourself to be repeatedly embarrassed by the United States federal government. You should be able to manage your own affairs. Mayor Ed Lee, demonstrate leadership through the example of Mahatma Gandhi’s truth force. You are the elected mayor of San Francisco! District Attorney Gascon, recuse yourself from the Alex Nieto case. You were the former San Francisco chief of police and cannot objectively process this prosecution.

    Thank you for your attention, and Amor for Alex Nieto!

    Amor!

    PRESS CONFERENCE STATEMENT:</p />
<p>The names of the shooting officers who killed Alex Nieto have been released. They are</p>
<p>Jason Sawyer<br />
Richard Schiff<br />
Roger Morse and<br />
Nathan Chew.</p>
<p>We, the community, celebrate the release of these names as a victory because the officers’ names had been unlawfully hidden from us for nine months. Because of our marching, organizing, lowriding, poetry, speeches, sharing of meals, writing, and Amor for Alex Nieto, San Francisco was forced by us and one U.S. federal judge to obey the United States Constitution. </p>
<p>Of course, now we will learn more about these officers’ records and experiences, and we will also begin to unravel the truth of what happened on this hill on Friday, March 21, 2014 at 7:18 p.m., less than two hours before Alex Nieto’s shift as a security guard who was licensed to carry a taser. Police reports, witness statements, and depositions will follow. But before we waste any more precious time and energy, we propose this to the machinery of San Francisco:</p>
<p>Stop this torture of the family and community. Stop this circus of injustice. Tell the truth: Alex Nieto never pointed any taser at police officers. You insult our intellect and attempt to hurt us by spreading lies. You make us distrustful of who you are to us, the community. </p>
<p>San Francisco Police Department, protect and serve us by telling the truth. Confession is liberation for a brave soul. Do not honor a dishonorable code of silence. Officers Sawyer, Schiff, Morse, and Chew, officers who witnessed this killing, officers who responded to the scene of this crime and heard and saw the cover up; confess and protect those who are most victimized, your human brown and black brothers and sisters.</p>
<p>San Franciscans, do not allow yourself to be repeatedly embarrassed by the United States federal government. You should be able to manage your own affairs. Mayor Ed Lee, demonstrate leadership through the example of Mahatma Gandhi’s truth force. You are the elected mayor of San Francisco! District Attorney Gascon, recuse yourself from the Alex Nieto case. You were the former San Francisco chief of police and cannot objectively process this prosecution.</p>
<p>Thank you for your attention, and Amor for Alex Nieto!</p>
<p>Amor!

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