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The Redefining of Hip Hop: Gay & Disabled Artists Speak Up And Out! Oct 10 Bent Radio

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Leroy
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The Redefining of Hip Hop: Gay & Disabled Artists Speak Up And Out!

 

Bent Radio

Date / Time: 10/10/2010 1:00 PM

Category: Entertainment

Call-in Number: (347) 850-8373

October will bring a remarkable event for two communities that have a love for Hip Hop like none other. But does the world of Hip Hop love them? Bent Radio welcomes Leroy Moore of Krip- Hop Nation an organization that supports and promotes disabled Hip Hop artists and Soce The Elemental Wizard representing Homo-Hop a collective of Hip Hop LGBT artists and supporters. We discuss their upcoming October 16th joint seminar on the campus of NYU that will promote acceptance of artists of both communities into the world of Rap/Hip Hop. Tales of struggles, stories, of despair, hope, and faith of disabled individuals and queer individuals in the game and learn about the Krip-Hop Meets Homo-Hop event bringing the two together!
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Dancing Your Story: A Sins Invalid Movement Workshop with Antoine Hunter

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Leroy
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Dancing Your Story: A Sins Invalid Movement Workshop with Antoine Hunter

What does your body want to communicate? Let your disabled body dance its story.
What movement says you feel alive, what movement tells us you’re gonna cry? Explore new things and old, open up to the spirit and soul of dance. This class is for all levels and abilities. If you are shy, this is the class for you. If you are a professional, this class is for you. If you think you can’t dance, this class is for you. Come explore and learn and move and let the movement move you – there will be you in every dance, and in dance there will be everything. 

 

 

Dancing Your Story:
A Sins Invalid Movement Workshop with Antoine Hunter
Sunday, October 24, 3-6 pm
Mission Cultural Center
2868 Mission St, San Francisco, CA
(between 24th & 25th)
Cost: Free
Registration required

What does your body want to communicate? Let your disabled body dance its story.
What movement says you feel alive, what movement tells us you’re gonna cry? Explore new things and old, open up to the spirit and soul of dance. This class is for all levels and abilities. If you are shy, this is the class for you. If you are a professional, this class is for you. If you think you can’t dance, this class is for you. Come explore and learn and move and let the movement move you – there will be you in every dance, and in dance there will be everything.

Antoine Hunter is an Oakland-based dancer/choreographer, who started his career as a jazz dancer in High School, and expanded his repertoire to include ballet, jazz, tap, African, country-western, latin, and hip hop. Antoine teaches students at numerous schools and performing arts centers, including Ross Dance Company, East Bay Center for the Performing Arts, ODC Dance Center, Youth in Arts, and more. He is a proud member of both the African-American and Deaf/HOH communities.

Our workshops are open to anyone who is interested in exploring the intersection of sexuality and disability, regardless of prior experience in movement or performance. If space becomes limited, we are prioritizing participants who identify as having a disability. The space is wheelchair accessible. Please refrain from using scented products, although we cannot guarantee a scent-free space.

To register, email your name, phone number and access needs to info [at] sinsinvalid.org.

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The Nature of MAMA: An Interview with Dr. Wade Nobles

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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cayley
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Dee:  What is your current position at San Francisco State?

Wade Nobles: Full-tenured professor in Black Studies Department.

D: And you are a Ph. D.?

WN:  I have a Ph. D. in [experimental] social psychology.

D:  First, can you speak on the psychological notion of individuation and how it affects people, especially African-American people, and can you define individuation, as it is commonly defined in psychology?

WN:  As I recall, this notion of individuation had to do with people’s need or capacity to find something unique about themselves that separates them from other people.

D:  To separate from their people?

WN:  Other people, that’s the difference, its all people.  So it’s a kinship to this notion of individuality, but it’s seen more as a process wherein people strive to heighten – and the belief is that they benefit from  - having this sense of individuation.

D:  …and it’s similar to individualism, but it’s not exactly the same.

WN:  I don’t recall any of the theorists, who talked about it, but I believe that it’s grounded in the philosophy that comes out of the Euro-Western tradition and to that extent it may not be applicable to all people who are not Western or who are not European people.

D:  At one point you made a comment, something to the effect that black folks do not believe in individuation.

WN:  Look at the way African people live, the way they conceive of themselves, it’s all rooted in their own cultural deep structure.  And African people, particularly African-American people have been an oppressed people and as an oppressed people have never been given full license to embrace or to adopt Western Standards.  Consequently, we’ve simply retained our old African, even though it’s unconscious, we’ve retained our old African belief systems and philosophical orientations.  And those as I understand them are antithetical to this notion that what is most valuable about you is what makes you unique and distinct from everybody else.

D:  So you’re saying that individuation would apply to white families in the US or any family that incorporates these traditional white society values?

WN:  My total response would be that that’s something for a white psychologist to determine, but being separate and distinct is not a driving force for African people.  Even when we distinguish ourselves from other people, like when you do something great or special, like a great ball player like Tiger Woods or Michael Jordon or a great scientist, if you look at those people, they are driven by the desire to represent the best of their people, not driven by the desire to show how they are different from everybody else.

D: Why do you think, though, that white psychologists and teachers of psychology promote this idea of individuation?

WN:  I believe that it’s more political than scientific or psychological.  That in societies that thrive on the basis of exploiting people, then you have to have people believe that they are separate from each other so that when they see the exploitation of someone else or some other group, they are satisfied that it is not happening to them so they don’t have to do anything about it.  If you keep a society full of individual, you can exploit the whole population individually, and each individual believes that it’s happening to the other guy and not happening to me.

D:  Would you say this concept promotes capitalism?

WN:  I think that capitalism and much of the constructs in Western psychology emerge out go the same philosophical grounding, and that philosophical grounding is based upon the idea of separateness, distinctness, domination, fear, and exploitation.  So, capitalism is just the economic system that parallels individuation as a psychological system.  So it’s not that it promotes it, it certainly does reinforce it and allows for it to exist, because individuation would never challenge some of the precepts of capitalism.  Capitalism says I’ve maximized my profits, minimized my loss; in order to do that others and I have to exploit others.  I won’t exploit others if I believe that others are the same.  So if I believe in individuation, then I certainly have a free license to exploit others.

D:  So individuation reinforces capitalism?

WN: Yes.

D: Okay.  Does psychology that promotes individuation cause a problem for African-Americans or other people when they’re caught in the mental health system?

WN:  Absolutely, a great deal of the psychological problems that African people and people of color experience are associated with their oppression and their exploitation- so if their psychological trauma is associated with exploitation and oppression and you have them believing in individuation then they never challenge the oppression or the exploitation then they think their problems are intrinsic they think something that happened in their individual family systems are the cause of their psychological problems, as opposed to being systematic, which is; problems are caused by the nature of the society not the nature of your mother.

D:  The nature of mama! Yes I like that.

Tiny enters…

Tiny:  Can you speak to the fact that Western or Euro-centric psychology critiques the multigenerational family house where you have adult children living with the mother or the father, i.e., critiques this family structure by pathologizing it.

WN:  Well, you see, it becomes problematic in the therapist’s eyes because to them the problem with the client is they’re not being independent of that web of influences that are the multigenerational family, so they cast it as a negative environment, because you’re not independent, you don’t have volition, your own self-volition as opposed to viewing it with the notion of collectivism in the African family that is complementary and not oppositional.

D: …. But the psychologists who believe in individuation would say…

WN:  You’ve got to break free from our family, you’ve got to break free from the influence of your grandmamma, from the influence of your uncle, that you have no independent agency because in their minds you are submitting to the thinking of or the feelings of or the ideas of these other individuals, which you are just as independent as them so why do you let them influence you?  So they have you fighting with your kinfolk for the independence as opposed to fighting with a system that is dominating and exploiting human beings and human life.

Tiny: - Does that approach of pathologizing that family structure also occur for instance, in Africa or in other countries?

WN:  The thing is African mental health professionals have been trained by Western theory, they’ve embraced it and they bring it into the African continent, just as black psychologists in America, who have not challenged the thoughts and idea of Western psychology, will use what they have been trained to do to try to medicate or to help black families, and what they do is they introduce factors to the family that are alien and cause in my opinion as much destruction as it does healing.

T:  And how does that play out? Does the culture answer back?

WN:  Well, the culture answers back but what the Western world does is compartmentalize everything. And so what happens is that people believe in the cultural realm or in the spiritual realm or in the religious realm or in the family realm that we can do these things, but in their professional life or their educational life or in their economic life they have to do other things.  And so if they don’t see there’s a holistic notion or a holism, if you will, with human beings, i.e., I can’t be interdependent in my family and then be independent and domineering and exploitative in other arenas.  But that’s what this society tries to have – black people especially, but people of color in general – do to decompartamentalize their lives and their live-spaces.

WN:  It is bad for human wellness, I believe, but for people of color you almost have to do that in order to survive in this society.  From generation to generation, and across generations you’ll see that one of those are going to become the dominating theme of one’s lifestyle.
 
D:  So what you’re saying is that compartmentalization is necessary in order to remain interdependent in the family as well as economically independent?

WN:  You have to do that, but then everything is valuated.  Then people start putting value on what’s most important.  What’s most important in life is not playing libation to my ancestors or giving deference to my grandmother.  What’s more important is that I’ve got to get a job and live in the white world.  So people start putting down or making less important those indigenous cultural values and start consciously trying to fit in and be like whatever the dominant society says is a successful human being.

D:  And I’ve noticed when you go to Third World cultures that there is interdependence in the family and the rule of the mama, or in African-American families such as Joe’s (Joseph Bolden) grandma, he didn’t call her grandma, he called her mama and his own mother he called mother.  And neither his mother or him could cross grandma, or else.

T:  Can I just ask… we were taught by Pamela George at one point about the notion of transubstantiation and she gave the illustration of [Daniel Moynihan] in the sixties, and interestingly enough one of our staff writer’s mother wrote to Daniel Moynihan expressing to him how wrong his deduction was. Could you describe what the notion of transubstantiation is?

WN:  The idea of transubstantiation is that in looking at the surface behaviors of a people, you can draw conclusions about the meaning and values of behaviors, but the meaning and the value comes from the deep structure of a people’s culture and values.  And so you have African people behaving in a certain way, based upon the African deep structure, but you have a person like Daniel Moynihan looking at that behavior and trying to interpret it from his own European culture deep structure.  He draws the wrong conclusions.  And so in the black family at eh time that Daniel Moynihan was examining it, there was this whole notion of families with women without husbands raising children, which he deemed, a broken home and that the broken home would cause negative things to occur in the development of children.  The mistake he was making was the installations of values in the development of children is not tied to the mother-father linkage, it is tied to a system of eldership.  And you have older brothers, older cousins, older uncles, older aunts, older mama, grandmamma, big mama, great mama, almost in this hierarchy of eldership, and all of those layers are what improve the development of children. So if you take one piece our, i.e., the father, it is not a devastating as it would be in the European family.
T: You mean the nuclear family?

WN:  Yes the nuclear family.  Moynihan made a transubstantive error because he was judging the black family based upon the value system of the European culture.

D:  What do you mean by eldership, can you be a little more specific?

WN:  Eldership really says that everyone older than you is responsible for your well-being and welfare.  So it makes no difference whether it’s your sixteen-year-old cousin and you’re nine years old, that person is responsible for looking out for you.  And then there’s somebody above her and someone above that person, so there’s a hierarchy of age grades, and everyone that is younger than me I’m responsible for looking out for, and they have to be obedient to me, and everyone that’s older then me looks out for me and I have to be obedient to them.  So I’m a 60 year old man, if see a 70 year old in my family, I give deference to that 70 year old, because they are my elder.

T:  So that would be the actual construction of the village that is always talked about.

WN:  That’s how the village operates.

D:  And why do you have to be obedient?

WN:  Why do you have to be obedient?  Obedience is… be careful with the transubstantive mirror, because obedience is not the individual being somebody who is ruling you, obedience is listening to somebody who is guiding you.  So the reason why you’re obedient is because you’re getting guidance from this person to become a better person.

D:  Okay, and that’s just sort of built in, that’s the assumption, that’s been the tradition forever.

WN:  Everyone in the village is responsible for guiding, for directing, and for making sure that the next generation advances to the next higher level, the person of good character.  The goal here is not obedience that you will obey someone, the goal here is for your good character to evolve.  Well, how do I as an elder help other people evolve their good character?  I give them challenges, I give them assignments, I evaluate them, I give them feed back to them on what is good and bad about their decisions they’re making, the choices they make, ect.

D:  So for example, if you are one of the people of the “village”, and you caught a young person doing something they weren’t supposed to do like smoking for instance, and you take them behind the school and you “whoop” them and then you tell them that you’re going tell their parents if you see them doing it again and then they’ll whip them.  How does corporal punishment fit into all that?

WN:  It’s a technique.  Corporal punishment is just a technique of child rearing; just as loving and hugging is a technique of child rearing.  You have a whole arsenal of techniques, and it becomes problematic if all you do is whip and spank children.  A lot of people look at corporal punishment in African families as this bad thing because we are beating children or something, but the fact of the matter is that they don’t look at the fact that children are incorporated in celebrations and parties and they’re given responsibilities and they’re identified to the larger group as having done something of excellence and they’re praised and they’re honored for their achievements.  And when they stray into something wrong, they are chastised.  Sometimes it’s a verbal chastisement.  A lot of times if you commit an offense and every time your mother or father comes around other adults they will say, “Well, tell Aunt what you did last week,” and you will have to repeat this same old thing you did to every adult as a way of internalizing that… and they’ll be astonished and shocked and oh, you shouldn’t have done that, you’ve got every adult saying you did something wrong.  And then when you do good, the same thing happens. Tell Aunt Mary what you did, how you got an A or whatever, and you tell that and everybody will stop that they’re doing to praise you. So it’s a balancing of different strategies of child rearing that were not looked at when non-African scholars tried to examine black family life or black psychological processes.

D:  That’s true.  You hear about it a lot.  And that’s where, for example, my question about poor people, poor families, single parent families, and people of color get caught in the mental health system.  I’m thinking Child Protective Services (CPS) in particular, because Mom was caught yelling at the kid a whole lot and maybe spanking the kid or something like that and oh, that’s a terrible things they’ve done and they’re judged by these people in CPS who have absolutely no knowledge of any of the things that you’re saying.  And I think that fits in to what you’re saying right now about the “village”.

WN:  A village around them, other sisters or kinfolk or play kin.  There are all kinds of people that go into the mix of raising a child. So what Mrs. Clinton stole from the African culture belief system about it takes a whole village to raise a child, that’s absolutely true, because all adults, it’s not just adults, it’s age grade.  It’s anyone older than you is responsible for making sure that no harm comes to you and that you benefit and develop in life.

T:  How do you fell about the relationship between Child Protective Services and Black Families who may believe in corporal punishment as one of their parenting strategies?

WN:  It’s very important that people who work in Child Protective Services take courses in black studies, so that they understand black reality grounded in a black perspective, in fact, when I was in graduate school I worked in the summers in Child Protective Services, and one of the things I had to do was to write up all these little case studies to demonstrate that some family was either neglecting or abusing their child.  But because I has already started my career training and understood that there’s a difference between African reality and European reality or white reality and black reality, I was able to point out things like I’m pointing out to you now about the family system that did not qualify or justify the removal of the child or for the charging of the family for abusive behavior or neglectful behavior.  People have to know about the culture and the belief system and the values of the community if they’re going to work in that community.  And unfortunately, a great deal of people in social welfare, social work and Child Protective Services have been educated but not educated to the degree that they understand the real culture of the community that they’re working in.

Dr. Wade Nobles is the author of many books on African psychology.  He is a tenured professor in Black Studies at the San Francisco Stare University and the Executive Director of the Institute for the Advanced Study of Black Family and Culture in Oakland, California.  For more information on how to purchase his books please contact Yolanda at (510) 836-3245.  

 

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Our Mothers Didn't Play Back in the Day...

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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cayley
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I remember living in a place called Geneva Towers, located in the low income residence of San Francisco.  We moved there from Fillmore, (now called the Fillmore center) when I was about two years old.

Geneva Towers were two buildings, one called the “A” building and the other the “B” building. They were facing opposite from each other,  located practically side by side.  These buildings stood, God knows how high, with 20 floors in each building, but started at the 2nd floor and didn’t have a 13th, there were 20 separate apartments on each floor.

As a youth, I wasn’t one you would call a bad, mischievous or inquisitive child.  I was always afraid if I didn’t obey my mother, she would die.  That fear stuck with me for years and even when I got in trouble, I would never say “I wish you would die” like I hear my oldest son say to me.

This brings me to a point that I want to make about what it was like to get a spanking.  I don’t remember getting a lot of spankings, probably 7 in my life, let me share with two with you.  I have a cousin, well I have many cousins, but the cousin I want to talk about today is named Frankie.  Frankie lived in the “B” building, with her mom and sisters on the 7th floor and my mom with two boys and I occupied the “A” building on the 20th floor.

My mom worked at Levitz, a furniture store in South City (that is still there to this day), and she brought me a canopy bed, you know, those beds that only Barbie and Ken have.  This bed was the most ravishing bed I had ever seen, let alone had.  Anyway, Frankie and I destroyed the light salmon-colored bed.  I can’t remember if we were fighting or playing, never the less, that beautiful umbrella covered bed that had everything on it, like ruffles, thick comforters, sheets, and covers that just went well with it- even the pillows were what we would call “off the hook”- the whole idea of it all was dismembered.  My mom, well lets just say she didn’t play.

Forget the belts, the wooden kitchen utensils and her hands, try a switch wrapped around an extension cord or whatever else she could find handy.  Frankie and I got the spanking of our lives, facing down (on what was left of my bed).  Our hands had to be pointing upward, and if we moved, huh, its safe to say we didn’t.  Worst of all, my momwould have us waiting for spankings, through dinner, her soaps,  I mean hours, just waiting.  The anticipation of the whole thing was a killer.

Sometimes, she would wait till we were asleep.  Think about it, cozy, warm and having the best dreams God could ever give you, when all of the sudden whack, right in the kisser, unexpectingly- that’s when she got us good.  If that wasn’t enough, when Frankie’s mom came to get her, we would both get “it” from her too.

Probably, the least harmful infliction our mothers would put us through was to stand in time out.  But noooo, just facing the wall, admiring the cracks of the ivy colored Geneva Towers confines and the roaches visiting the spiders or getting caught up in their web, but standing there with both arms up in the air.  You would think they would stop there, right? Wrong!  They went on to say, “put your right foot in the air.  Oh, and if you moved, there went a flying object across the room warning us- it will be one of those spankings that we loved so much (smile) if we lost our balance.  These were the icing on the cake…Just two ways our mothers disciplined their offspring.  So let’s just say “Our mothers didn’t play back in the day.”

 

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Grandma's Hands

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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cayley
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1965. It’s easy, innocent what happened.  “Grandmother has her ways.  It’s best to do as she says.  In her home, do what she says.”  My mother told me.
 

That morning I was up want to go out and check out the library, play with friends- anything as long as I was out of grandma’s place.  That day felt different.  I wasn’t 11 yet but still there was an awkward feel that day.  I decided I wanted to eat toast, jam, grits, scrambled eggs and tea with honey, which tasted better than sugar.  When grandmother asked what I wanted I told her, and she said,
“You’re having oatmeal or cereal with milk.”
“But Mother I don’t want that.  I want…”
“Phyllis, is this how you raise your children?”
Grandma said to my mother.
“He doesn’t like it, he won’t eat it.”
“He’ll eat what’s set before him.”

    I know I should’ve just eaten it like I always did, but for reasons I still don’t fully understand I refused again.  “Mother (Grandmother) I don’t like…”

    The hand was swift. SWOOOOH, TWAP.  It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last, but before I felt tears well up I damned them up literally and forced them back under my eye lids breathing as my mother (Phyllis) looked away.

    Oh, I ate huge globs of ‘Cream of Wheat’ a box with the black man on it.  For a moment I hated him, my mother, my grandma even my little brother because he’s wasn’t old enough to eat the white, sugar-buttered stuff.  I didn’t hate all cereal; not Yellow Cornmeal or Quaker Oats but cream of wheat and shredded wheat.

    I excuse myself and went to the bathroom, locked the door, spit out the vile stuff, washed my mouth.  Then returned to eat the tiny last bit of it.  Then I thanked my grandmother and kissed her.

“Wasn’t that a good breakfast?” Grandmother asked.
“Yes, motherrr, (meaning my Grandmother) it was good.”
I was fuming but kept control to escape from the place so I could spend all day and some of the night away from grandma’s.

    From then on I woke up early to leave grandma’s house. I was hungry sometimes.  There were free box lunches for me and other kids and when there wasn’t, better to go hungry than eat what I couldn’t stand.

 

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Detained

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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cayley
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That afternoon at the living floor we squatted like three Muslims at Ramadan.  My mother faced the wide open door.  My sister sat right next to her, while I had a mounted ‘akoo’ bowl on my lap.  The evening sun was blazing against my spinal column.  I gave the blessing prayer; my mother had suggested the guidelines as to what I should ask the good lord:  something to do with forgiving the sins of those who disobey their parents.

I had stayed out late, roaming with my friends on the far side of town the night before.  But the silence that shadowed our dinner hour was hardly a sign that God was about to punish me for my sneaky ways. I swallowed my bites of couscous with the harried air of a kid who couldn’t wait to go back to playing catch.  Across from me, my mom was giving me the silent treatment.  “Close your legs, Barou,” she urged my sister who sat adjacent to me.

“Godwin…get up and pull down the sun screen.”  Her voice sounded so stern and brisk at once.  Godwin is my Christian name. Only when I was in some kind of trouble did my mother call my middle name.  I had considered my night out a well-kept secret because it was dark and quiet throughout the neighborhoods where my friends and I had been roaming.

Dinner had an eerie, sermon-like serenity.  The crashing rush of the Manyu River echoed against the carpet green hills overshadowing our boisterous college town from the intense tropical heat.  The drumming rumbles of the lake-sized tributary in her mysterious churning of three streams combined to derive the name Mafe, after my district and tribe, meaning “let’s put it here.”  The evening was still young; red orange rays slashed through the rainbow colored blinds, its effects were melancholic to my heart, as if some tall stranger was walking back and forth about the doorway.

The clanging noise of empty dishes announced that dinner was over.  We rose from our prayerful postures.  A shadow covered my movement toward the kitchen window.  The peaceful evening was shattered by two strong hands landing heavily on my shoulders.

“HI, Sister Susan.”  The uniformed man in his middle age spun me round so I had to face him squarely between amber dark eyes.

“You are Godwin Tabeson, is that correct?  Let’s go! C’mon…move!”

“Can I ask my mom if…if…she’ll let me…go with you?”

“Yes, Godwin, you must follow orders,” came my mother’s shocking words.

Out the door, we stumbled onto the dusty streets and headed toward the police station.  The cop kept a two-foot walking pace between he and I.  All the while a steady stream of tears kept my swollen eyelids and checks moist, but I still had no clue as to the real cause for my arrest and detention.  Was it so bad that even my dear mother who sat beside her precious son would watch some stranger drag me away?

When I dared to demand why and where we were headed- “Sir, I did not do anything wrong; you must have the wrong guy” – he ignored my innocent protest and told me I should find out while at the station.  I kept sobbing and screaming and demanding to know the cause of my detention.  As we marched through the station double ebony doors, one junior policeman, whose demeanor has stayed with me, quickly told me to shut up; he added that I wasn’t leaving the station any time too soon.

That was on a Sunday late evening; Monday morning it would be school for every young person in town.  I was always popular among my peers; more like a ringleader, say.  Thoughts of my friends finding out that I was ‘doing time’ at the station brought more tear, sweat, and shivers down my chest; it was taboo.  Only violent adults and petty thieves were often at the station, doing their time and paying their dues.

Until that evening, I had always imagined what it was like to be one of those fantastic looking policemen.  My fear and respect for law officers; their neatly striped uniforms, flashy badges, swinging batons dangling from side to side during their wild rushes through town if an intertribal feud was at hand.

Pat did-night.  By weather standards the night was mild and cool.  Part of why I dreaded being stripped naked and kept behind bars, inside an open space without doors or window shutters, was that I worried I might catch a fever.

An unfamiliar police officer took the reigns on duty.  “Young Tabeson,” the expression on his face showed mild surprise at having an unusual suspect – a good kid.  I then responded with a drawling, “Siiiiiir” and turned to avoid facing some the recognizable passerby on their way to work.  I even caught sight of one or two classmates hurrying off to school.

“Were you caught stealing?”  With those sharps words the kind officer demanded to know the nature of the crime.  I just couldn’t help pouring out a fresh round of tears.  “Here,” he threw my pants and shirt between the cross bars, “put on your clothes then come out; we must have a little talk.”  I felt a wave of relief. I just might be able to catch up with school!  “You were seen loitering around Bansu quarters two nights ago.”  His voice came across more calming than that of the cop who picked me up the previous evening.  But why had my mother failed to show up to rescue me?  As the friendly policeman ushered me on to take the seat across the table, he continued with, “Your mother asked the station to teach you a lesson for staying out very late…”

Challa Tabeson created this piece in POOR’s New Journalism/Media Studies Program.  He is currently enrolled in “The Raising Our Voices” program at Media Alliance.
 

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Los niños también son poetas/CHILDREN ARE POETS TOO

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Redbeardedguy
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Part One:  Who, What, Where, Why?

After several years of traveling between the U.S. and El Salvador, and much experience with American poetry festivals, Salvadorian poet and children’s author Jorge Tetl Argueta decided it was time for El Salvador to have a poetry festival.  Not just any poetry festival—a children’s poetry festival. 

Argueta, who teamed up with poets Francisco X. Alarcon, Margarita Robleda, Rene Colato Lainez, Ana Ferrufino, Jackie Mendez, and Jeannette “Lil Milagro” Martinez-Cornejo (plus Manlio Argueta, Director of the National Library of El Salvador, and other people in and outside El Salvador) wanted to do this because “…there is a lot of violence in El Salvador – our hopes are that this festival will give children and young adults the opportunity to express themselves creatively on the issue of living in peace and their dreams for a positive future.”
Two years of workshops and other efforts with adults and children led to organizing efforts in Amerikkka as well, at least one event happening recently in San Francisco.  The First Annual Children’s Poetry Festival in El Salvador kicks off November, 2010.

Part Two:  Set It Off!

My first reaction to stumbling across this news, other than wondering how POORmagazine could help shout from the rooftops about this event:  I wanted to encourage people around the world to do the same thing. 

Mothers and children are in the crosshairs of governments, shadow governments, and wanna-be governments everywhere—fighting for power, drug turf, or whatever else the people with something want that the poor, who have nothing but each other, don’t have.  I have heard stories of POORmagazine’s superbabymamaz—Tiny, Vivian, Jewnbug, Queennandi and others. 

Ingrid DeLeon regularly rips my heart and lungs out when she talks about her children south of the border, and her life here.  Vivian Hain’s daughter Jasmine teenage is a POOR Press poet/author, and other POOR youth skolahs have been creative too.  Vivian is too good at eulogizing the father of her other two daughters.  I never want to see her do it for a child.

Poor children know a lot--lack of food and clean water, crappy or no education, bullets, bombs, the other endless details of their lives.  I don’t want to know.  I need to know.  We all do.  Stay tuned.  We’ll be doing something.  I hope you will too.

 

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JULY FOURTH EVERY DAY FOR P.G. & E

09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Redbeardedguy
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JULY FOURTH EVERYDAY FOR P.G. & E!
 (JULY 2009)

Power company transformers explode underground,
the city, the land, trapped beneath, is howling like
a werewolf that hasn’t had its dinner yet,
and those man-hole covers flying sky-high are just
the first chapter of a fat novel

Downtown San Francisco, zigging and zagging to
Polk and O’Farrell, the explosions sometimes
hurt somebody, turn off lights, turn traffic into
a video game programmed by the biggest fan
of Murphy’s Law

I ask the question—where are the next
explosions and enthusiastic fire?
Not where expected—back downtown!
I thought, perhaps hoped, Japantown might be
next, or the Western Addition The Haight
Pacific Heights Twin Peaks The Richmond,
everywhere that is anywhere,
the stations of an urban cross a-go-go

It’s only fair, we work hard, play hard,
are poor hardest of all,
and the city, the land,
it wants to play too

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