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We Can Stop This War!

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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300,000 people march in San Francisco against the war and the lies propagated by the Bush administration

by Richalda Thomas and Tiny/PoorNewsNetwork

it started quietly - just a few of us POOR folk gathered in the Tenderloin in front of the San Christina Hotel- a single room occupancy(SRO) hotel in the heart of the Tenderloin District of San Francisco - it is the residence of one of our very low-income staff writers - I chuckled at the odd juxtapose of people with signs protesting the War cheerily walking towards the march through our "bad" neighborhood ..

After a few minutes of handmade sign choosing - i settled on "POOR Magazine says no to all wars against poor people of color locally and globally". Our small group consisting of Joseph Bolden, Christina Heatherton, TJ Johnston and myself began the walk to the Embarcadero to join the hundreds of thousands in San Francisco who like folks in London, New York, San Diego, Australia and hundreds of other cities across the globe, were protesting this new act of criminal oppression being proposed by the rich white folk in office...a war in Iraq

"I am a man who is interested and involved in many things.." one of our most inspiring encounters occurred quite early in the morning at the intersection of 5th and Market as we had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Ben Dunn - dressed in a regal brown world war II army uniform - carrying a sign that said; Take a stand against war and racism" He was one of several WW2 vets protesting this unjust war who were present at the march. After a few more encouraging words with Mr. dunn off we went....

"Who wants war.. Not in our Name!!!.... What Schools are present here today?" Our contingent was halted at 1st and Market as we met up with approximately 700 multi-racial, multi-cultural students from San Francisco State, City College of SF, UC Berkeley, UCSF, USF and many more .. sharing ..... resisting and marching...against a war with no legal or ethical basis....

One of POOR Magazine's youth in the Media interns who attends City College on a parttime basis when she can juggle child care for 12 month old baby and win the ongoing battle with Calworks (welfare) which continues to question her desire to even pursue a formal education was in this contingent..." This is all such bull-shit" what are we fighting for? " Richalda Thomas started breaking down the truth to any of us who were listening, "while they keep us busy fighting against this war mess.. they are cutting our school budget at schools across the nation like CCSF, and slashing all the social service budgets.." I nodded in agreement as she railed off the crimes against poor people and people of color that are happening under Bush that we can't even begin to address because he is constantly coming up with more frigtening things to fight everyday... Her words reminded me of Dee's (co-editor of POOR) opinion,
"The real war is already happening, everyday under this homeland security act they have stripped our civil and constituional rights down to nothing and now have armed men with M16 rifles on the white house steps 24/7 ... this is a coup .. that's what this is, a coup of this nation..."

"Bush voodoo dolls.....Bush voodoo dolls" - at the embacadero we encountered several clever handmade protest signs including one of my favorites: "Stop Madcowboy disease" and "a village in Texas has lost its idiot".... as well as a very real articulation of death to women and children that will happen if there is war in Iraq- several women dressed in chadors holding bloody dolls....moaning and crying.... I was not able to pass their performance without feeling a shudder of terror....

"Black Reparations yes... Racist Wars No..". a coalition of several African Descendent youth and adults who were working on HR40 the bill for black Reparations were in the march with a beautiful banner that spanned the width of the street

"We are here for the people - we are working for justice..." an ILWU labor contingent of several hundred multi-racial men and women dressed in black marched as an enclave within the march in cadence to "An injury to one is an Injury to All"

The day included many beautiful and inspiring speeches, one from Jeremy Corbin a parliament member in England who is fighting the sell-out Prime Minister of England Tony Blair (otherwise known as George Bush's right-hand man), "this march of all these amazing people - we need to come together for other than just the war - we all need to come together- because together we can fight for justice for poor people, for education for children, for the rights of all people...."

"We can Stop this war..." Danny Glover who spoke at the rally - spoke to marchers at the New York and San FRancisco march "Together we can stop this war..." As I looked upon the crowd of 300,000 people all dedicated to truth, all not believing the lies, nor accepting the illogic of this corporate takeover of our government.. for a moment...I believed him ...

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Most of Us are called Immigrants - but are we?

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By Francisco Javier Gonzalez, San Leandro Youth Skolah! 17

by Staff Writer

My name is Francisco

I was born in Santa Barbara till I was three

Then I moved to Oakland to live closer to family

we all struggle together

some of us have moved out

but the rest of us are still here.

Supporting brothers, sisters

most of us are called "Immigrants"

but are we?

so tell me are we "Immigrants"

by: Francisco Javier Gonzalez
Age 17

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Twas The Night Before Capitalismas...

09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By Tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia

by Leroy Moore, Darla Lennox, Maria Palacios, Zilwood, Tiny

Capitalismas Def: Holiday created by capitalists who appropriated multiple pagan and indigenous celebrations and "changed" the birthdate of a revolutionary who cared for gente pobre (Jesus Christ) all in pursuit of consumer-based profits

Twas' the night before capitalistmas

And all thru the house

not a product was stirring

not a PC nor its mouse

The children were nestled

all snug in their beds –

while visions of corporate-fueled gang violence
covert army videos and fetishized
females

danced in their head

Mama slathered

in the newest skin rejuvenation
cream to be competitive in the gender wars

and Papa dreaming of the an on-line date

he just might score

When out on the lawn

there arose such a clatter –

the family sprung from the bed to see what was
the matter –

it was the marshal to deliver a summons to take
back their title and render them homeless cause
since dad had lost his job - they couldn't keep up
the payments

As the marshal gave the family one last kick and
a push they were secure in knowing it was all
cause of Citigroup, BofA, AIG and their rich
corporate friends

Warm and cosy all tucked in their beds
dreaming of the rich getting richer, the poor left
for dead….

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9/11/01 Two Years After 9/11/'03. A Quiet Pause For All The Lives Lost And Living...

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Not much to say I feel emotionally rung out,
drained letting my work speak for me.

by Staff Writer

Today is the second anniversary of the September 11th, 2001 tragedy when everything changed in America.
I for one don’t want to dwell on it too much.

Twin Towers falling in New York, by two hijacked planes turned into fiery flying coffins for all on board those two doomed flights.

The Pentagon bombed by a third plain and if not for a few brave passenger’s knowing their fate The White House could’ve been hit.

All I can think at this time is a similar thing happened in that I was up early on an assignment going to a federal building for a report on something.

I’m told all the fed buildings are closed because of what happened in New York near or around 6 am. I race
home and see two planes slamming into the twin towers over and over like a movie.

said something about its like watching a Speilberg (as in Steven the mega movie magic guy, sadly all of this is real!

Today two years later I over slept and didn’t get to see the live memorials around the country only reruns so it does look like I’m staying true to honoring what happened who know in 2004, 6 or 7 I’ll be somewhere else missing the whole thing in various new ways like skipping that day all together or being in another country.

I pretty well don’t like what Select ‘Prez will use this to cement his 87 billion dollar for further expenditures on this now no war.

It came to me why don’t he get bulletproof kevlar flack jackets, boost G.I. pay, and bolster up surviving wounded veterans who will be returning from this conflict and free medical and educational opportunities for those who want it?

I don’t know maybe part the 87 billion could help rebuild neighborhood schools, get more updated book, PC’s, pay teacher, nurses, and other health related service workers more for they do;it just seems that would start to help both the soldiers here and abroad while spreading excess monies to others areas needed.

I don’t know if people read what I say or care but it don’t matter I said my say and that it, that’s all.

Any Woman, Man, Various S/O’s(Sexual Orientations) email me at askjoe@poormagazine.org.

Copy it, I usually don’t place it down like this and women, in certain chat rooms, other places also, thank you again for your gentle kindness it is deeply appreciated.

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A new and unsettling force..

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Poverty Scholars from across the globe come together to re-ignite the revolution of Dr. Martin Luther Kings Poor Peoples Campaign

by Tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia, PoorNewsNetwork poverty scholar

"There are millions of poor people in this country who have very little, or even nothing, to lose, if they can be helped to take action together, they will do so with a freedom and a power that will be a new and unsettling force in our complacent national life"
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

"In Durban, South Africa, it is not racism, it's poverty that's affecting us now." I was blessed to meet Mazwi Nzimande, youth and poverty scholar leader with Abahlai base Mjondolo (The Shack Dwellers Union) in South Africa, a revolutionary group of landless folks in Capetown and Durban, South Africa, who were one of the organizations sharing scholarship at the Poverty Scholars Program Leadership School held in West Virginia in August of 2009.

Myself and Laure McElroy, poverty scholars, co-madres and staff writers with the welfareQUEENS project of POOR Magazine, and our sons, POOR Magazine youth scholars Evander McElroy and Tiburcio Garcia-Gray traveled for over 9 hours and three consistently late plane connections to be here, leaving unpaid water bills, unfunded programs, unsent unemployment checks, racial profiling, po'lice abuse and almost unpaid rent to make sure our voices and scholarship could join with over 120 other scholars from across the globe to re-ignite Dr. Kings dream.

With scholars from Scotland to New York, from Africa to Detroit, we were educated on multiple models of resistance and struggle throughout herstory, organizing through art and faith, multi-lingual inclusion and systemic change in the face of the often talked about but rarely understood economic downturn.

There is money to build housing but the money is being spent to build stadiums,
Mazwi went on to explain how the homes of the shack dwellers in Durban and other cities in South Africa are being systematically demolished so the poor people remain at least 50 kilometers away from the upcoming World Cup stadium. In an act that will permanently criminalize landless South Africans, the current government is trying to pass the Slums Act which allows the eviction of families by saying that certain areas of South Africa must be slum free.

When the people of South Africa challenged this unconstitutional act, they faced a judge who fell asleep while on the bench supposedly adjudicating their case, similar to the cases of many of the judges and lawyers in Amerikkkan Criminal Un-Justice System that have convicted poor black men and sent them to death row in Texas while sleeping throughout the trials.

"We have a very nice constitution in South Africa that states no-one can be evicted once they have lived in a place for over 24 hours without due process, but its dust now, no-one follows it", Mazwi concluded. Mazwi told us how poor children who are found living on the streets are put in jail for weeks at a time if tourists are expected to come to Durban. Mazwi's stories of removal and criminalization reminded me of the ways that encampments of landless folks in the Bay Area are arrested and washed away with high pressure power washers when they are found in settlements under the freeways, under the bridges, in doorways, and other outside residences.

As of 2007, 37 million people are living in poverty in the US, that's up from 5.7 million in 2003, the powerful week of knowledge sharing and coalition building began with youth leaders from Philadelphia Student Union (PSU) and Media Mobilizing Project, breaking down the numbers of people struggling to stay fed, housed and employed in every city in the US today.

Yo soy Angelica Hernandez, y yo soy trabadora domestica, (I am Angelica Hernandez and I am a domestic worker) Angelica explained that she worked with an organization called Domestic Workers United in New York, an organization that many of PoorNewsNetwork's migrant and poverty scholars have worked with to achieve worker rights for migrant scholars.

Christine Lewis, also with Domestic Workers United explained how many amazing women have spearheaded the fight to create a domestic workers bill of rights which makes sure that domestic workers are paid decent wages and given proper protection and recognition for the crucial work they do.

We must root our struggle in the history of all peoples struggle, and that includes all of our struggles across organizations and regions, religion and race. In a training on multi-lingualism sponsored by Voluta Interpreters collective based in Philadelphia, Willie Baptist, long-time organizer and one of the poverty scholar leaders involved in the Leadership School, articulated the current goals of the campaign.

After all of these powerful women and men shared their resistance struggles my eyes traveled outside the window of our plenary session. I watched drops of thick warm rain as it rolled down deep green leaves onto fertile West Virginia earth. Land once tilled and harvested by Shawnee, Iroquis and Seneca peoples before guns and treaties and more guns stole it away. Earth stained with the blood of coal miners, former slaves and migrant peoples struggling for workers' rights, civil rights and human rights and now land rights.

"Mountain-top removal is causing weekly flooding round these parts, we are losing our land, our homes, and our jobs", Gerry Randal, a life-long resident of Matewan, West Virginia, said, explaining how corporations like Massey Energy, one of the largest coal producers in West Virginia which is part of the "clean coal" movement and has been destroying the land his family has lived on for hundreds of years. "We are poor people we have nowhere to go", Gerry concluded and then in a deep West Virginia drawl, told me to have a nice day miss..

The corporate-fueled, flagrantly illegal land destruction in the name of development reminded Laure and myself of the poisoning of communities by private housing developers like Lennar Corporation who is attempting to gentrify and destroy the Bayview/Hunters Point district of San Francisco, even if it means poisoning our children and families.

I ran into Gerry while I was on a tour provided by the institute through Matewan, the town known for a shoot-out between the town's sheriff and the thugs hired to kill, evict and harass any coal miners who were suspected of union organizing. On this tour we learned the bloody and deadly herstory and histories of repression by coal companies of their workers. We also learned the inspiring stories of resistance like the true meaning of "red-necks" and the "red-neck army:--a group of over 1700 coal miners who were known for wearing red scarves around their necks and dared to take up arms against the brutality of corporations like Massey Coal, who paid their workers in script worth cents on the dollar and only redeemable in Massey company stores.

We left Matewan, the heat and humidity dripping slowly down the backs of the chewed on mountains. Carpet green hills, forests dense with deep brown and red. Spirits of poverty scholars and amerikkkan survivors seemed to sway with songs of lost ancestors.

When John Henry was hammering on the mountain

And his hammer was striking fire

He drove so hard til he broke his poor heart

And he laid down his hammer and he died

He laid down his hammer and he died

He laid down his hammer and he died
John Henry was a black railroad worker who the legend has it died working on the rails in West Virginia

Rivers large and small, wide and narrow.. winded through the land that we passed, carrying life, time, dreams, and resistance. In these rivers and forests of immense beauty and devastating struggle, my Mama Dee came forth, her tears that I cry often for--her struggle as an unwanted, abused and tortured mixed race child living in poverty and later as a poor single mother of color who became disabled and houseless with me her daughter, and later my struggle to care for her when she was unable to work followed, then, by my ongoing struggle to raise a child while struggling with houselessness, her struggle is my struggle, the struggle of all of our mamaz and children, entwined, threaded, with the struggles for land.

It is for my mama and all our mamaz and daughters, daddys and sons, grandmothers and grandfathers that POOR Magazine has launched the Homefulness Project, a sweat-equity co-housing project that distributes equity to landless families not tied to how much money they have access to. HOMEFFULNESS includes a small farm and intergenerational, multi-lingual school and several micro-business projects to support economic self sufficiency for poor folk moving off the grid of budget cuts, corporate gentrification, Slavemart (Walmart) and (Safeway) Slaveway food poisoning, english language domination, the non-profit industrial complex and poverty pimpology.

And then our magical tour bus of change arrived at the West Virginia Historical Society, which contained a powerful exhibition about the New Deal and the towns of Allendale, Preston and Daily, three resettlement communities for unemployed workers created by Eleanor Roosevelt in the time of the severe depression and the New Deal when millions of US residents were living without food, housing or jobs. Each resettlement community included a farm, carpet factory, furniture factory and a school. Omigod, I dreamed, what a truly revolutionary way for that much talked about stimulus money to be used in the 21st Century for our current poor and landless families.

This is Chemical Valley, said pastor Amanda Gayle Reed a fifth generation native of West Virgina, about the land around the Camp. At a community bbq sponsored by the Leadership School I met Pastor Gayle only to be terrified by more corporate poisoning. She continued,"the levels of MIC (Methyl Isocyanate, the chemical released in Bhopal, India in 1984 that killed more than 3,800 People) from the Dow chemical plant buried in this valley are higher than they were in Bhopal, India when they had the explosion, we have shelter in place warnings all the time because the chemical levels here are so high."

I have been to the mountaintopDr. Martin Luther King Jr

On our final day at the institute my son and I talked about the power of resistance of our elders and ancestors that came and fought before us like Dr. King and John Henry, Uncle Al Robles and Mama Dee, as we gazed upon the land. We meditated on the words of Dr. King, our teachings this week and our own lives as a poor, landless family in resistance in the US. And finally we reflected on one of the messages that were proven this week at the Institute which we teach on often at POOR Magazine--the connections between all of our shared struggles for land, food, freedom and voice in South Africa, New Orleans, Mexico, West Virginia, Oakland, Guatemala and beyond,now, we thought, lets work to keep the revolution of truth-telling and cross-movement mobilization flowing so we can continue Dr. King's walk up all of Pacha Mama's ailing mountain-tops.

We are the keepers of the mountain

Love them or leave them

Just don't destroy them

If you dare to be one to..
Larry Gibson, fighting the removal of his families mountain by Massy Coal

To support the families in struggle to keep their land contact Larry.gibson@mountainkeepers.org or call 304-542-1134

For more information on the Poverty Initiative program go on-line to www.povertyintiative.org

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Sense-Less Crimes

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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by Leroy Moore

This is my third article on the increase of racial attacks, police
brutality and senseless crimes toward disabled people of color and I wonder,
am I talking to myself?! I ask this because racial attacks and brutality
continue to happen to disabled people of color, but no one is picking
up the mantle and voicing this issue. This issue hit home for me last year on my birthday, November 2nd. I was standing in a San Francisco Muni bus, and suddenly an African-American man pushed his way to the front of the bus, yelling. He grabbed my shoulder bag, dragging me to the steps of the bus.

I grabbed the inside pole, fearing that if he pulled me off the bus, it
would be all over for me. Fortunately my bag broke, and he fell off the bus, leaving my bag and my self inside.

As I sat down, tears came to my eyes. The man's girlfriend had been the only one who tried to stop him, and not one other person on the bus spoke up. The driver closed the doors and continued on her route.

I escaped that attack with only two deep scars on my neck, a broken bag and a new outlook on how I am an easy target because of my physical disability. I also thought about my disabled brothers and sisters who are not alive today because of racial attacks and police brutality.

Recently I've been keeping a list of incidents of police brutality, racial attacks and other senseless crimes towards disabled people of color, and every day this list grows like a weed.

The latest case brought tears to my eyes when I read it in the San Francisco Bayview Newspaper. A 13-year-old African-American boy with cerebral palsy was approached by two white teens during class. They asked him if they could tie him up. The boy firmly said,"No," but the two teens proceeded to tie him up and then placed a noose around his neck,and joked about tossing the rope over a pipe to hang him. What is even more shocking is the teacher witnessed the thirty-minute ordeal and did nothing. The boy's mother was quoted as saying "If my son was white, everybody in Texas would know about his case." This comment tells me that when you add race to the picture, it becomes even harder to one's your case.

My list of crimes towards disabled people of color is so hard to research because, until recently, the disability was not reported when a person with a disability was a victim of a hate crime. Many leaders in the disability rights movement refuse to talk about this issue, especially when it comes to disabled people of color, and so it goes unnoticed.

Almost five years ago Kathi Wolf authored an article entitled "Bashing the Disabled:the New Hate Crime" in The Progressive. The article reported that the Hate Crimes Statistics Act was amended to include bias on disability. The FBI has collected data about disability-based hate crimes, as well as those based on race, ethnicity, religion and sexual orientation. In this same article, Mr. James Nolan, a coordinator of the FBI hate-crimes programs, said that his department will work with disability groups to understand and identify hate crimes, and will also work with police departments and law-enforcement agencies to make them more knowledgable and sensitive about disability issues.

Now, five years later, we have many documented cases of police brutality and hate-crimes against disabled people of color. For example a recently published book
entitled "Stolen Lives, Killed by Law Enforcement" recorded many cases
of police brutality and hate-crimes among disabled people of color. The
following are some cases:

1997: shooting and killing of Kelvin Robinson, a Black deaf man who was shot three times in the back by LAPD and bled to death because the officers refused to call the paramedics.

April of 1998: an Ethiopian man in Maryland was shot and killed by officer George Byce, a White cop with a history of racism and hostility toward mentally impaired people.

Last year Magaret L. Mitchell, a Black homeless woman with mental illness, was shot to death by a LA police officer.

Many people are surprised when I tell them that James Byrd, the Black man who was dragged to his death behind a truck in Texas, had a disability!

According to an LA Times study last year, since 1994 LA police officers have shot 37 individuals who had some symptoms of mental illness. Many were people of color. The study also found that LA police recruits receive only four hours of training on how to deal with people with mental illness.

On June 21, 2000, the San Francisco Chronicle ran an article entitled "Senate Okay's Broader Hate Laws." The Senate voted on June 20th to strengthen federal hate-crime laws by extending civil rights era protections, for the first time, to include violence based on gender, sexual orientation and disabilities, but it's hurdle is in the House. If the Bill becomes law, it will provide the first major expansion of hate-crime law since the original bill that was passed in 1968, which covers only crimes involving race, color, religion or national origin.

Although this expansion will include people with disabilities, the real voices behind this Bill are gays and lesbians, not people with disabilities. The same article mentioned James Bryd, but did not identify his disability as part of his identity, and the article also talked about Matthew Shepard, a gay college student who died after being beaten into a coma and tied to a fence. The article did not identify a disabled victim of a hate-crime.

I have many questions regarding the inclusion of people with disabilities when it comes to hate-crimes, but one sticks out to me. Why are the feds giving local authorities grants to help them deal with these crimes? A
great portion of these crimes among disabled people of color are at the hands of local authorities, i.e. law enforcement, the INS and prison guards!

Have disabled organizations voiced their opinion and advocated on hate crimes since 1995? My research on this issue has mainly come my way via mainstream media and the ethnic press, not through disabled organizations.

With the silence of the disabled community and local authorities inadequately training themselves on hate-crimes dealing with people with disabilities, no wonder things are worse since the Kathi Wolfe article of 1995. Reva Trevino, of the Los Angeles County of Commission on Human Relations Network Against Hate Crimes, was quoted in the Wolfe article. He said that while it is well organized on other concerns, the disability community hasn't yet organized around the issue of hate-crimes.

It is the year 2000 and Trevino's words are still true. Five years later
and still nobody is reacting while many of our disabled brothers and sisters continue to be under attack, and many were forced to leave this earth.

By Leroy F. Moore Jr.,

Founder of Disability Advocates of
Minorities Org.,DAMO

(415) 695-0153

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First Class

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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PNN Staff Writer reports on his experience with race and class profiling as he attempts to fly across country on America West Airlines

by KEN MOSHESH

‘“HEY LOOK AT THIS!” OUTFLYS THE FIRST SALVO FROM THE HERE-TO-FORE INVISIBLE NEIGHBOR OCCUPYING THE SEAT DIRECTLY BEHIND ME AS OUR SMOOTH SONOROUS FLYING LIMO SIGNALS THE LINGERING DESCENT TOWARDS THE WAITING STATION BELOW.

CAVALCADING HORIZONTALLY BY SMILE-STAINED PORT -OVALS, STREAM DAZZLING ARRAYS OF VERTICAL ILLUMINATED SNOW FLOWS EERILY TOPPING CHOCOLATED PRECIPITATIONS, DELICIOUSLY INTERSPERSED WITH ASCENDING MARSHMELLOWNG CLOUDS ALL WHIPPED TO PERFECTION AMIDST JETTISONING SOUNDS UNCURTAINING MUTED BRIGHTS AND TWINKLING LIGHTS DIMMING THROUGH THE NIGHTTIME DIN... WINKING BACK...MERRY CHRISTMAS!

THUS I BEGIN MY TRIP BACK EAST VIA AMERICA WEST AIRLINES
HOWEVER, THE RETURN TRIP WAS ANYTHING BUT TASTEFUL.....

FIRST OFF, I WAS ALMOST STRANDED IN AN AIRPORT (3000 MILES AWAY FROM HOME) WHEN AN AIRLINE TICKET COUNTER AGENT TOLD ME I COULDN’T BOARD THE PLANE BECAUSE A RESERVATION PERSON’S CONFIRMED CHANGE COULD NOT BE DONE AT THIS AIRPORT.

I HAD TO CALL RELATIVES WHO HAD JUST LEFT THE AIRPORT TO TAKE ME BACK TO A NEIGHBORING AIRPORT WHERE THE CHANGED DEPARTURE DATE COULD BE AFFECTED.

MY FAMILY AND I CHALKED IT ALL UP TO HOLIDAY VOLUME ETC., AND THE SEASONS SPIRITS STILL RULED THE DAY.

AT THE NEW AIRPORT, BALTIMORE-WASHINGTON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT (BWI), MY FIRST SCHEDULED FLIGHT OUT (DEC 25) WAS DELAYED, THEN INTERRUPTED BY ANOTHER SCHEDULED FLIGHT, DELAYED AGAIN AND FINALLY CANCELLED LATE INTO THE EVENING.

ACCORDINGLY, AS IS CUSTOMARY THE AIRLINES HOUSED US IN A LOCAL MOTEL OVERNIGHT, TO BEGIN DEPARTURE PROCEDURES AGAIN THE NEXT DAY.

THE NEXT DAY I WAS GIVEN RESERVATIONS ON A ONE O’CLOCK FLIGHT IN THE CABIN SECTION AND A STANDBY POSITION IN FIRST CLASS, FOR WHICH I WAS TICKETED.

WHEN THIS FLIGHT TURNED OUT TO BE OVERBOOKED, COMPANY PERSONNEL SUGGESTED THAT I VOLUNTEER MY TICKETS ON THIS FLIGHT
IN RETURN FOR A FUTURE TRAVEL VOUCHER CONSIDERATION AND HAVE A BETTER CHANCE AT FLYING FIRST CLASS ON THE FIVE O’CLOCK FLIGHT.

STILL FULL OF THE HOLIDAY WARMTH AND SPIRIT ENGENDERED BY MY VISITS, AND NOTICING THE NUMBER OF FAMILIES TRYING TO GET ALL OF THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS ON THE SAME FLIGHT, IT SOUNDED GOOD TO ME.

UNFORTUNATELY THE FIVE O’CLOCK FLIGHT NOT ONLY HAD NO FIRST-CLASS SEATS, IT WAS ALSO EVENTUALLY CANCELLED.

WE FORM THE USUAL, HOLIDAY, TIME CONSUMING, SINGLE FILE, LONG LINE FOR REBOOKING. FEELINGS GET FRAYED, AND ALTERCATIONS ERUPT. (I HELP COOL DOWN ONE PARTICULARLY POINTED ALTERCATION INVOLVING AN ELDERLY, DISABLED, BLACK MALE, AIRLINE PERSONNEL, AND OTHER WAITING PASSENGERS THAT ULTIMATELY INVOLVES THE LOCAL AUTHORITIES).

AS THE LINE CREEPS UP TO MY PLACE, THE TICKET AGENT WHO IS IN THE PROCESS OF REBOOKING ME IS ORDERED (BY ONE OF THE AGENTS INVOLVED IN THE PREVIOUS POINTED ALTERCATION WITH THE BLACK MALE) TO STOP THE PROCESS AND BEGIN ONBOARDING THE PASSENGERS FOR THE NEXT SCHEDULED FLIGHT TO OUR DESTINATION, WHOSE DEPARTURE TIME HAD ARRIVED DURING OUR DELAY.

MY AGENT APOLOGETICALLY ASSURES ME AS SHE STOPS THE REBOOKING PROCESS THAT IF I STAY RIGHT NEXT TO THE COUNTER (THERE IS ALSO A BLACK FEMALE WITH ME SEEKING TO REBOOK),SHE WILL CONTINUE MY REBOOKING PROCESS AS SOON AS SHE FINISHES ONBOARDING THE NEWLY ARRIVED FLIGHT PASSENGERS.

FINALLY THE NEW PLANE BUSINESS IS COMPLETE, AND WE AGAIN BEGIN MY REBOOKING PROCESS. THE SAME AGENT WHO HALTED PROCEEDINGS BEFORE AGAIN INTERRUPTS WITH; “WE ARE NOW GOING TO FORM TWO LINES FOR REBOOKING”

SHE TELLS US TO FOLLOW HER TO THE OTHER END OF THE COUNTER BEHIND ANOTHER BLACK MALE TO START ANOTHER LINE. PORTIONS OF THE LINE ORIGINALLY BEHIND THE THREE OF US MOVE FORWARD TO WHERE WE WERE JUST ESCORTED FROM, TO BEGIN THE SECOND LINE.

THIS SAME TICKET AGENT REITERATES THAT IN SPITE OF WHAT I WAS JUST TOLD BY MY AGENT IN HER PRESENCE, SHE WILL NOT RESUME REBOOKING ME AND MY FRIEND, BUT WILL NOW SERVICE TWO OTHER LINES.

THE OTHER BLACK MALE WHO IS AT THE HEAD OF OUR NEW LINE (I’M SECOND, AND MY AFRICAN FEMALE FRIEND IS THIRD), WHO WAS THIRD IN THE ORIGINAL LINE, SUGGESTS THAT THE NEW AGENT IN CHARGE SHOULD, AT THE LEAST, TAKE ONE PERSON ALTERNATELY FROM EACH LINE.

TO MAKE A LONG WORSENING STORY SHORT, AFTER BOARDING SOME PASSENGERS WHO ARRIVED FROM PHILADELPHIA ON “OUR” FLIGHT, THE NEW AGENT REBOOKS AND BOARDS AT LEAST THREE CONSECUTIVE PEOPLE FROM THE OTHER LINE (NONE OF WHOM WERE BLACK) SAYING; “WE WILL COME BACK TO BOARD SOME MORE PEOPLE”.

HOWEVER, WHEN THE AIRLINE PERSONNEL RETURN FROM THE PLANE TO OUR BOARDING AREA, THEY REPORT THE PLANE HAS LEFT.

ALL INQUIRING COMMENTS ARE STIFLED BY A CALL FOR ATTENTION BY OUR NEW AGENT WHO ANNOUNCED THAT WE WILL ALL BE HOUSED OVERNIGHT AGAIN IN THE LOCAL MOTEL AND A SPECIAL FERRY PLANE WILL BE CREATED (SINCE ALL OTHER FLIGHTS WERE FULL) AND MADE READY FOR US AT 3PM THE NEXT DAY. WE WERE THEN TOLD TO MAKE RESERVATIONS FOR THE 3 O’CLOCK FLIGHT “AROUND” EIGHT IN THE MORNING.

SO BACK TO THE LOCAL MOTEL MANY OF US GO. OTHERS ARRIVE LATER. THE THOUGHT OF MY COAST TO COAST DEPARTURE (WHICH BEGAN ON THE 25TH OF DECEMBER) PUT ME TO SLEEP QUICKLY THAT NIGHT, AND AWAKENED ME WITH A SMILE THE NEXT DAY.

WHEN I CALL TO MAKE RESERVATIONS AROUND 7:30AM AS PREVIOUSLY INSTRUCTED ON THE MORNING OF THE 27TH OF DECEMBER, I AM TOLD THAT A FLIGHT LEFT AT 6:30 A.M. THAT MORNING. I AM ALSO TOLD THAT THERE ARE NO OTHER FLIGHTS AVAILABLE FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS... AND, THERE IS NO 3 O’CLOCK FLIGHT!

“ NO WHAT??!!!”

AT THIS POINT I CONTACT THE OPERATIONS DEPARTMENT OF AMERICA WEST. I EXPLAIN MY SITUATION TO A VERY CORDIAL, EFFICIENT ADMINISTRATOR WHO FINDS TWO POSSIBLE FIRST CLASS SEATS DEPARTING LATER IN THE DAY, AND MAKES RESERVATIONS FOR ME ON A 6:40 P.M, FLIGHT OUT OF BWI.

SHE ALSO TELLS ME HER RECORDS SHOW ME AS BEING ON THE 6:30A.M FLIGHT EARLIER THAT MORNING!

WE BOTH REMARKED THAT IF THAT WERE IN FACT THE CASE (A DEPARTURE FROM THE STATED 3 0’CLOCK FLIGHT) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE AND PROFESSIONAL IF THEY WOULD HAVE INFORMED ALL OF THE OTHER PASSENGERS AND MYSELF SENT TO THEIR DESIGNATED MOTEL WITH THE ERRONEOUS 3 O’CLOCK FERRY PLANE INFORMATION, RATHER THAN DISSEMINATE FALSE DEPARTURE INFORMATION TO INQUIRING RELATIVES.

I THANKED HER FOR HER HELP, AND SHE THANKED ME FOR MY PATIENCE.

WHEN I GOT TO THE TICKET COUNTER AT BWI TO SECURE MY GATE PASS FOR MY NEWLY CREATED RESERVATION, I WENT TO THE FIRST CLASS SECTION OF THE COUNTER AS INSTRUCTED.

AFTER BEING IGNORED BY AGENTS WHO ARE “TOO BUSY” OR “ON BREAKS” ETC. FOR APPROXIMATELY 30 MINUTES, ONE OF THE MANY PERSONS IN MY LINE UTTERS A TEARSE , “DAMN, FIRST CLASS DOESN”T MEAN S***AT THIS AIRLINE”.

HOWEVER, THE AGENT WHO IS SERVICING THE CABIN LINE, NOTICING MY CONTINUING DILEMMAS, COMES OVER FROM HER NON-FIRST CLASS STATION TO GIVE ME MY GATE/BOARDING PASS, AND HER CORDIAL APOLOGY.

AT THE BOARDING GATE (SINCE I’M VERY EARLY), NOW FAMILIAR, PERSONNEL SUGGEST I DISCUSS THE 6:30AM, 3 O’CLOCK SITUATION WITH A SUPERVISOR BACK AT THE TICKET COUNTER.

BACK AT THE TICKET COUNTER A PASSING SUPERVISOR IS FLAGGED DOWN TO SPEAK TO ME BY AN AIRLINES EMPLOYEE. CALMLY I EXPLAIN TO HER OCCURANCES LEADING UP TO MY NEW RESERVATIONS.

SUDDENLY, THE SUPERVISOR SNATCHES THE AIRLINES ISSUED ENVELOPE CONTAINING MY NOW EXTENSIVE TICKETING PAPERS (ALSO CONTAINING A PHONE NUMBER OF PERSONS TO CORRESPOND WITH AT A LATER DATE) THROWS IT AWAY, WHILE SAYING, “ YOU NEED A NEW ONE”.

DURING THIS TIRADE SHE MAKES COMMENTS LIKE, “ WHAT DO YOU WANT US TO DO”. “WE CAN’T TAKE CARE OF EVERY ONE” . SHE TAKES OUT THE “VOLUNTEER” TRAVEL VOUCHER FROM MY TICKETS ISSUED ON THE 25TH, HOLDS IT UP, AND SAYS, “ WE ALREADY GAVE YOU THIS, SO WE’RE NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING ELSE NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENED!”

SHE REITERATES” YOU DIDN’T PAY THE ITINERARY CHANGE FEE!” I AGAIN POINT OUT THE PERSON WHO I PAID IT TOO. SHE THEN CHANGES TO,” YOU MADE THE 6:30AM RESERVATION ! “ HER VOICE BECOMING LOUDER WITH EACH PROVOCATIVE FALSE ACCUSATION, AS THOUGH SHE RESENTED (AMONG OTHER THINGS) MY GOING OVER HER HEAD AND SECURING RESERVATIONS AFTER BEING TOLD EARLY THAT MORNING THAT NONE WERE POSSIBLE.

SHE AGAIN TELLS ME I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE 6:30AM FLIGHT IN DIRECT CONTRADICTION TO THE 3PM ”OFFICIAL” INFORMATION I WAS GIVEN THE EVENING BEFORE.

REMEMBERING THE INSTIGATIONS, QUICKNESS, AND DURATION OF THE INVOLVEMENT OF THE LOCAL AUTHORITIES IN THE ALTERCATION INVOLVING THE BLACK MALE ON THE EVENING OF THE 26TH, I RESPONDED TO HER CONTINUOUS ATTEMPTS TO GOAD ME INTO AN ARGUMENT THAT COULD RESEMBLE THAT SITUATION AND POSSIBLY CAUSE ME TO MISS MY NEW FLIGHT BY SUGGESTING CALMLY, “ THAT SHE CHECK HER RECORDS.”

WALKING BACK TO THE WELCOMED SANITY OF MY BOARDING GATE, I SMILED WRYLY AT THE ANCIENT RACIAL/CLASS NIGHTMARE THAT I WAS DETERMINED NOT TO LET MAR THE BEAUTY OF THE HOLIDAY VISIT, MY PERCEPTION OF THE PROGRESS MADE IN RACE/CLASS RELATIONS AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS NEW MILLENIUM, AS WELL AS THE OVERALL CORDIAL PROFESSIONALISM OF THIS AIRLINES.

LATER AS WE ARE PREPARING TO DEPART ON THE 6:40PM FLIGHT THE SAME SUPERVISOR ASKS FOR “VOLUNTEERS” WILLING TO GIVE UP THEIR SEATS FOR “FUTURE TRAVEL CONSIDERATIONS.”
AS HER VOLUNTEER PROCURING SMILE PAUSES AT MY EXPERIENCED EYES FOR THE SECOND TIME, THE DAY’S RECENT EVENTS LEAVE ME WHISTLING DIXIE TO MYSELF AT EVEN THE THOUGHT OF “VOLUNTEERING” TO GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN.

I DIDN’T KNOW I WASN’T SUPPOSE TO GO FIRST CLASS!

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If you yell you will be heard.....

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Breaking the silence on race and disability

by JJ Colagrande/PoorNewsNetwork

It is Feb. 16 2002 and a heavy silence lingers in the air of the auditorium of the SF public library. It is a huge room filled with hundreds of seats and the weight of the silence is heavy because the room is almost empty; however, the silence is not tense, just hollow, as it waits for a life and a voice that would soon consume it.

I sit alone in the scarcly filled meeting room waiting for the conference on race and disability to begin and I start to dream. I dream about being a track and field star. Back in the day I used to run track. In my dream I’m jetting down a track, it is the track that surrounded the football field of my old junior high school in New York, the same track where I used to always lose every race I competed in. I was one of the only white boys in a class dominated by African-Americans and it was hard for me to catch up with some of the track stars at my school cause they were fast. In my dream I’m in a race and I’m running as fast as I can. In my dream I’m fueled with desire, loaded with determination, and I’m challenging every obstacle in my course. I’m leaping every hurdle, jumping as high and far as I can, and I’m about to cross the finish line victorious but I wake up before I win.

The silence of the auditorium is starting to make me uncomfortable. The conference was suppossed to start fifteen minutes ago. I look around and notice Samuel Irving sitting alone in the front row. He is a dark chocalate warrior poet, humble, calm, strong like a bomb. He has multiple scilrosis and is legally blind. He sits alone just as I do.

As an able white man I actually feel self-conscious in a room filled with disabled people of color. I feel different and I don’t like the feeling at all. I know I’m not different but I can’t help feeling that I am. I wonder how I can overcome my self-consciousness as I meditate on the uncomfortable silence in the room.

The conference at the library begins when Leroy Moore, the last minute substitute host of the event, strolls up to the microphone and gives the hollowed ghost of silence a soul. He fills the quiet air with a voice. He announces, "I have stories to tell and I won’t shut up."

Samuel Irving is soon introduced to the microphone and he steps up to recite a couple of poems. From his poem entitled Headway he said something that caused my self consciousness to evaporate like dew when the sun breaks through from the clouds. He recited "my structure is what you don’t see when you look at me."

Word.

Word up, Samuel.

The conference continues and Leroy introduces a wide variety of poets, disabled activists, and advocates of disability rights. I begin to hear these diverse voices, african- american, latino, asian, all within this community, all educated and eloquent, and I wonder why they are not being heard.

I think back to when I was a kid and how frustrated I was when adults would not take me seriously. It was like my teachers or parents did not listen to me. Like they didn’t talk to me. Sure they talked about me or through me or around me but never TO me. I had a voice, just like all those voices that filled the library hall with life, so why exactly wouldn’t anybody listen?

The conference at the public library was designed to help get a serious voice heard. Organized by the Disability Advocates of Minorties Organization, the conference presented the Breaking the Silence and Organize Campaign. The BSOC is a platform for disabled people of color. The main goal of BSOC is to build friendships and leaders through networking. The BSOC also strives to display the culture, artistic talents, and history of disabled people of color while advocating legal rights, services, and bringing to light issues that touch the disabled people community in San Francisco.

The BSOC was born because there is no platform where disabled people of color can come together to express themselves, feel empowered. It is a question of empowerment so that the disabled community can use their own abilities to facilitate change. The BSOC wants to increase public awareness about issues that face them. One such issue is unemployment. Disabled minorities have the highest unemployment rate every year.

I sit comfortably in my chair in the last row of the scarcley filled auditorium, even though I know things are crazy, hard, and just ill sometimes I’m at ease, and I listen.


If you whisper you may not be heard.

If you speak you still may not be heard.

If you yell you will be heard.

But will people listen?

At the end of an ispirational conference, Leroy Moore, when commenting on his desire to get the BSOC’s voice heard, says, "next year we want this auditorium full."

I have no trouble believing him.

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No Delivery

09/24/2021 - 11:45 by Anonymous (not verified)
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As post offices close across the country the poor people who rely on general delivery will be the most impacted

by Thorton Kimes

The U.S. Postal Disservice recently threatened to begin closing many post office branches around the country—their rationalization, that the increasing dominance of e-mail and cell phone texting in many peoples’ daily lives continues to take huge bites out of the USPS’ ability to make a profit and stay in business.

Locally, the USPS wants to close, at the very least, 2 of the 3 North of Market branches in San Francisco, including 9th and Market/Fox Plaza and the General Delivery site at Hyde and Turk Streets. The branch at 450 Golden Gate, which this poverty scholar didn’t even realize existed until recently, is the preferred survivor of the mail branch slaughter.
Poor folks, as always, will bear the brunt of this latest reduction in services. We also tend to be the last on the list to find out about drastic changes being planned.
The 9th and Market/Fox Plaza branch is rarely empty, but the lines would be shorter if the stamp machine that used to be located near the front entrance was returned. The staff at that place has, perhaps, been forced to be less than generous and no longer has an easily accessible Scotch tape dispenser where a customer could just grab a piece of tape to seal an envelope (ya just can’t trust envelopes any more…)—you have to wait in line and ask for it.

Exactly what will happen to the General Delivery service, which many houseless/landless folks in San Francisco depend on to get mail in general and to get very important Welfare documents in specific, also almost the only service (other than mail boxes…not very many because it is actually a small building) that is provided at the Hyde & Turk location?
The USPS, at the very least, needs to make the 450 Golden Gate branch more visible and should expand services at Hyde/Turk to include selling stamps via living breathing bodies or stamp machines. Less is not better, except for poverty!

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Immortal's, We

09/24/2021 - 11:44 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Is it time for change?

Want to really change?

Live! delay reaper's call.

We may yet live to regret this

For decades if not hundreds

of years to come, oh well

by Joseph Bolden

Immortals,We

While sweating out General Assistance known to most po' folk as G.A.

I know, when do poor people have time to think of eternal while working in the now?

Its not I think of it all the time but it's the darn applied science of the everyday that draws me to it.

Knowing that if it were a few centuries past or even five decades I'd be long dead of pneumonia, kidney, or lung disease without todays medical science.

Every country has myths, legends of long lived and eternal women, men, boys, and girls.

I've been thinking of this war begun by we-know-who.

Monies made by international corporations and individuals.

That this person will leave office with the country a debtor nation instead of formally ending it before a new President takes office.

Humans have always had wars the very first one and the other against other humans.

Death stalks us, has won mostly, though were making inroads from heart, brain, death, and cell death on the molecular level (remember that word molecular).

Humanity has woken up from its death’s only dream to the awakened reality that we a species can if not defeat it all at once can at least create inroads all over its domain.

I have thought we're great at devising ingenious ways of killing ourselves in ever larger mass numbers. Why not be as ingenious in saving ourselves equally?

Let's challenge the unknown and I don't mean peace the undiscovered country of peace--I mean that other unexplored, undiscovered country of life extension, immortality, and eternal life!

If researchers, scientists, student undergrads, and graduate students from around the globe could work placing their theories, data, hard sciences, all the old and constantly updated new findings patching all the complex mechanisms of aging, reversal, rejuvenation,
slowing, retarding, stopping of the aging processes of-in human.

That would be the greatest all out war on the one enemy all humans face every second of our lives.
Recently I saw a show in the wee hours of the morning about Nanotechnology: The Science Of Small and the ways which the science could be used or abused.

If there are stringent safeguards and nanotech improves it would still scare those who still have vested interest in death for example churches, funeral bus, or people still death oriented.
A nanometer is one billionth of a meter, roughly the width of three or four atoms. The average human hair is about 25,000 nanometers wide
From www.crnano.org/basic.htm#questions
Along with genomics, cloning, cyberneitcs, and stem cell sciences could possibly coble up the first steps of shoe string immortality for all humans.

We've proved we can die for many causes dear to us now let us show how we can live for far causes we cannot as yet conceptualize.

Let us redesign ourselves for the better. And as for our Gods and Goddessses; they too may continue or not--it is up to our strivings, mental abilities--be the species that can live anywhere, travel, far, and eventually meet other travelers or make different independent species from us seeding the cosmos if we are truly alone.

It is up to us to take on this last battle and though we may never be deathless--we that chose to--can live, love, learn, and be whatever we chose as time permits.

And for those thinking this is total gonzo whacko just sit back, watch, age, and die don't worry about being part of the ongoing uplift improving of humanity.

Everyone has the choice of being a part or sitting back and letting things ride.

Send comments to telljoe@poormagazine.org or jsph_bldn@yahoo.com. Also, listen to Joe play those "Bolden Oldies"
on www.liberationradio.net

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