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Julio Cesar Chavez Inducted into Boxing's Hall of Fame: It's for the People of Mexico

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
Original Body
p (Note:nbsp; Last year the International Boxing Hall of Fame announcednbsp;itsnbsp;Inducteesnbsp;for 2011.nbsp;nbsp;Honored arenbsp;former champions Julio Cesar Chavez, Mike Tyson and Kostya Tszyu, as well as legendary trainer Nacho Beristain, referee Joe Cortez and actor Sylvester Stallone. The induction ceremony took place last week in Canastota, New York--home of the International Boxing Hall of Fame. The majority of American mainstream media coverage was devoted to Tyson and Stallone. This is PNN#39;s tribute to Julio Cesar Chavez, who many consider Mexico#39;s greatest world champion)./p p Boxing is love. Boxing is courage. Boxing is dealing with fear. Itrsquo;s overcoming yourself. Itrsquo;s telling yourself you can when everyone says you canrsquo;t. Boxing is a dance, boxing is poetry, boxing is feeling, boxing is bending and stretching your mind to fit and overcome any situation. Boxing is a king without a crown. Boxing is not having enough to eat. Boxing is staying calm when you#39;re hurt. Boxing is standing up and looking your fear in the eye. Boxing is respecting what came before you. Boxing is going for broke when you are broke. Boxing is a sweatshirt that carries the scent of your soul, itrsquo;s the coordination of hand, eye, and heart to the flow of jazz, blues, salsa and sadness and whatever sounds come from deep down that no squared circle can contain. Boxing is cruel, hard, beautiful./p p Boxing is Julio Cesar Chavez, whose name is carved in hearts bigger than mountains. Itrsquo;s fighting for indigenous people; itrsquo;s not forgetting his brown skin and the railroad car that he and his brothers and sisters lived in. Itrsquo;s the movement of railcars like the movement of indigenous Mexicanos who fight for dignity and family and love and their rights every day. Boxing is Julio Cesar Chavez not taking a backward step, showing the world the landscape of his heart, winning 88 straight fightsmdash;a 6 time world champion winning titles in 3 weight divisions. Boxing is Chavez beating the gringo, taking back the land that is watered in our blood. Julio Cesar Chavez, one of the greatest champions of all time with a record of 107-6-2. Julio Cesar Chavez, father of Julio Cesar Chavez Jr., who just won the WBC Middleweight Championship. It#39;s in the blood./p p Julio Cesar Chavez, your name rises above all false borders, your fist lives in the hearts of people who battle to survive every day, who struggle to keep their families together, who resist the maiming of their bodies and spirits. Your name lives in the International Boxing Hall of Fame (a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Upjk4Bk5JPk" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Upjk4Bk5JPk"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Upjk4Bk5JPk/a), to which you have been inducted. But more importantly, it lives in the hearts of your people./p p Julio Cesar Chavez, doing it the way it should be donemdash;never taking a backward step. No hall of fame can contain you. You said it best in your own words: ldquo;This induction isnrsquo;t for me, it#39;s for the people of Mexico/p
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Highland Hostile Hospital

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Muteado
Original Body
p nbsp;/p p/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"bHighland Hostile Hospital/b/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"Wounded soldiers arrive, limping, some carried by arms, wheelchairs, or cars,spannbsp; /spanwounded by the battles that the streets of Oakland make us fight, from mental illness, scars, and drive bys./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"We get information sitting side by side at the Emergency waiting room,/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"waiting to be treated from our wounds./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"b11 am/ Emergency Waiting Room Highland Hospital/ Oakland CA./b/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"I been here for four hours, all i want is to see a doctor, i seen people wait for 30 minutes been treated and gone/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"A young man in his early twenties sits and waits.nbsp;nbsp;He tells the receptionist he needs to be seen, only to be told to sitnbsp;and calm down ornbsp;security will be called. Hespannbsp;/spanseemed to be having a emotional breakdown and needed to talk to someone. He sat and waited./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"We waited in the emergency waiting room for an hour and a half with my relative waiting to be called to be treated./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"We witnessed people there for 30 minutes and wouldnbsp;have beennbsp;called sooner; my guess is that they had some kind of insurance.nbsp;nbsp;I also heard how some of the women there were waiting for hours waiting for a translator to help them fill the paperwork, and when i offer tonbsp;help, the the nurse said i had to be a relative to fill out the paper work. /span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"b12:30 pm We listen to the bad pronunciation of our last name been call/b/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"A really nice nurse introduced herself and begins walking us to the room where the doctor would check my relative#39;s well being, Wait in this room, the Doctor will be here shortly/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"An hour Later.../span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"b1:30 pm Doctor Arrives/b/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"The Doc checks on my relative, decides to get X-rays to have a better look and understanding of what#39;s happened?/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"The Doc calls the X-rays department to get someone with a portable X ray machine to my relative room Pronto./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"b2:30 pm the nurse with the X-rays arrives/b/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"The nurse takes 2 x-rays but before that, asks me to step out the room for my own safety./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"b3:30 the Doc comes back/b/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"The Doc comes back with the X-rays and said the bones seen to be fine, we think is your ligaments or muscle, we going to send you to a specialist, unfortunately they are really backed up, so it will take about 2 to 3 months.nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;We#39;re going tonbsp;give you pain medicine./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"Doc: The nurse will be in here to write the prescription, and make your appointment shortly/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"Secret Code=spannbsp; /spanshortly means an Hour/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"b4:30 pm the nurse shows up/b/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"Nurse shows up with the prescription, and the appointment and wishes us a good weekend./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"As we are walking out back to the battlefields in Oaklandhellip;. i notice more wounded soldiersspannbsp; /spanwaiting in the emergency room, twice as much./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"We the wounded soldiers ,who had never fought a fight, but have many battle stories to share about HELLCARE and the lack of./span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"Cut the resources for the Black the Brown and the Poorhellip;Promise Universal Healthcare, give them Tylenol or Vickshellip;to make them go awayhellip;/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"Mission Accomplished?/span/p p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt" span lang="EN" style="font-family: calibri; font-size: 11pt"People of color and poor people, we are the ones who suffer the most in this unjust HELLCARE system, where we get denied real treatment, and after that, sometimes we have to deal with Doctors that think just because English/span is our second language we can#39;t tell our mouth from our Ass./p
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An open letter to Mayor Quan of Oakland, California

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
Original Body
p The Honorable Jean Quan/p p class="MsoNormal" Mayor of Oakland, California/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Dear Honorable Mayor Quan:/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" At first I was so proud/p p class="MsoNormal" Finally a Yellow voice speaking outloud/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" So what happened dear sister/p p class="MsoNormal" To your words as resister?/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Are you to be just another PEoplersquo;s choice/p p class="MsoNormal" Only to be betrayed, this time by a Yellow voice/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Same olrsquo; cuts to the poor/p p class="MsoNormal" Same olrsquo; words as before/p p class="MsoNormal" While propertied peeps/p p class="MsoNormal" Still feel no needs/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Nah... uh-uh... da-me-yo!/p p class="MsoNormal" We wonrsquo;t take no morsquo;.../p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" As we rise/p p class="MsoNormal" What will be your disguise?/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Will your governance be one of distinction/p p class="MsoNormal" Or just fade into extinction?/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Will you speak up for us/p p class="MsoNormal" Or make us get off the bus?/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Budget cut the poLICE/p p class="MsoNormal" Would be real nice./p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Respectfully yours,/p p class="MsoNormal" Noh I.D.entity/p p class="MsoNormal" nbsp;/p p class="MsoNormal" Noh I.D.entity is a wannabe correspondent/blogger for PNN, a sometimes artist/poet with Porsquo; Poets Project, and a yellow/disability/elder skolar on leave-of-absence from PEopleSkool./p
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DAILY OUTRAGES: FORGIVE THE (AMERIKKKAN FORECLOSURE AND GREEK) DEBT!

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Redbeardedguy
Original Body
p img alt="" src="/sites/default/files/u26/DEBT.RELIEF.jpg" style="width: 244px; height: 207px;" //p p br / emNearly 30% of homeowners with mortgages either owe more than their homes are worth, or are pretty close./em/p p em/emstrongIt#39;s not a bailout of homeowners for reckless lenders to have to write off bad debt/strongem.../embr / --Nicole Gelinas, Manhattan Institute, 6/20/11 Op-Ed piece in SF Examiner/p p strongSustained strength in the dollar could hit profits of large corporations like Boeing and DuPont because they rely on selling to foreign customers.../strongbr / --from Questions and Answers About Greek Debt 6/20/11 SF Examiner/p p Some years back the IMF and the World Bank forgave the debts of many third-world countries, but that debt forgiveness was half-hearted at best.nbsp; Nothing really changed, except for some political leadership in Central and South American countries and, as events in Honduras show, George Herbert Walker Bush#39;s NEW WORLD ORDER (actually the same old same old Old Boy Network Order) is always ready to flip the script back./p p We#39;ve got people drowning in debt here, plus people who can#39;t afford even to get into debt in debt and being squeezed by institutional hostility to the poor.nbsp; We#39;ve got a European economic crisis in Greece, Ireland, and Portugal, at least, and the Euro-zone finance minister-monsters want Greece to cut its peoples#39; throats before they get any help./p p When you have at least one conservative voice in Amerikkka criticizing Republican candidates for President for being clueless and tone-deaf about the economy and the Foreclosure crisis, talking about either not wasting time pulling the trigger on foreclosing on homeowners--or forcing the effed-up lenders to forgive their bad mortgage loans....whazzup?!?nbsp; The forgiveness thing is what needs to happen--re-set the dial to zero and put the lenders under a microscope, or under direct control like the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball team are about to be under the direct control of Commissioner Bud Selignbsp; because of the really stupid spending sprees of mega-bucks owner Frank McCourt (who is getting a very messy, expensive divorce too).nbsp;/p p We have been eduFUCKationed for years in Amerikkka, and many of us haven#39;t been raised to think clearly enough, to know when someone wants to hurt us instead of help us--or we wouldn#39;t get in these situations.nbsp; I think the Greeks know when THEY are getting screwed--if the Greek Parliament votes yes for $40 billion in austerity measures (aka budget kkkuts) there will likely be lots of good ol#39; rioting.nbsp;/p p The French are pretty good at doing that too, letting their governments know how pissed off they are about economic squeezes.nbsp; Some of us in Amerikkka know how to do that too, and more are learning that they need have that skill-set too./p
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PNN North Carolina--Vaudeville Hoofer

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
Original Body
p em(Co-editor#39;s note:nbsp; This is the debut of PNN North Carolina.nbsp; As co-editor of POOR, I am overjoyed to featurenbsp;Vaudeville Hoofernbsp;from my mother Florence Mayberry.nbsp;nbsp;Mom is a native San Franciscan.nbsp; She hasnbsp;seen the landscape of the country written on the faces of people on the east coast and down south and in between--inspiring her tonbsp;compose songs.nbsp; She trekked cross country with her husband Pete several years agonbsp;in a return to the Bay Area after decades in Florida.nbsp;nbsp;However, the mountains called her and her songs and poetry grow like the most verdant garden. nbsp;Her words come down from her Hendersonville, North Carolina home--calling upon the voices of the past, the tapping sounds of her father, my grandfather--a tap dancer, a worker, a father and grandfather.nbsp; My mother#39;s voice is gentle, yet powerful like the mountains that she walks.nbsp; The community ofnbsp;trees and voices that live along the rivers and in the wind rise like fire in her voice which is the voice of prayer and the echo of earth mother.nbsp; We#39;re thankful to feature Vaudeville Hoofer in love and respect to Robert H. French)/em/p p emnbsp;/em/p p emnbsp;strongVaudeville Hoofer/strong/em/p p nbsp;/p p Today, June 15th is the day my father was born. Thinking of him on his birthday and also the fact that Father#39;s Day is this Sunday is what motivated me to write the song Hoofer#39;s daughter to honor him./p p My dad was a tap dancer on the vaudeville circuit, which was a series of theaters in strategic cities across the country. These theaters offered a wide variety of entertainment that they brought together on a single bill. They were immensely popular and operated for decades beginning before the turn of the 20th century and continuing throughout the 1930#39;s. These vaudeville theaters featured a variety of acts such as singers, tap dancers, jugglers, female and male impersonators, as well as novelty acts such as performers who could spin on their heads long before the breakdancers who do this trick today, were even born./p p When my dad met my mother, he was still dancing, but had a real job driving a truck during the day. This was around the end of World War II. Once they were married and I came along, my father retired his tap shoes and took a job working as a bus driver for the San Francisco Municipal Railway, commonly known as Muni. He had a dream though; and it never expired. It was that at least one of his four children would follow in the old man#39;s footsteps and show some sort of an interest/talent in performing on stage. Years went by. The older children all grew up and followed their own passions. This left me as his last hope./p p Dad#39;s job as a bus driver required him to arise at 4:30 a.m. to be on his bus by 5:30 a.m. As most drivers do, he had a break during the midday. These breaks lasted a couple of hours, which was just long enough for him to come home and relax a bit. Frequently his breaks coincided with my arrival from school./p p Dad would arrive, forehead glistening with sweat and often clutching a white cotton handkerchief that he kept in his back pocket in order to wipe the moisture from his forehead. He#39;d be wearing his navy blue uniform that featured a jacket with brass buttoned epaulets, and a zipper up the front; standard issue light blue shirt; navy blue tie; matching uniform pants; and cap with the Muni emblem across the front, which he always wore cocked back on his head. On his ring finger was his only adornment; a heavy silver ring, which he never ever removed. Through a child#39;s eyes, his uniform made him look like a police officer. He jingled with every step he made as he entered through the front door and up the steps to our second floor flat, because of all of the loose change that filled his pockets; nickels, dimes, quarters, half dollars, all with which to make change. He#39;d head for the kitchen and hang his heavy jacket on his chair at the dinette table and begin to unwrap a tuna burger that he had just purchased from the Tic Toc drive-in on his way home. Once his lunch was completed, he#39;d slump back into his chair./p p Meanwhile, I#39;d be tapping away on the kitchen floor; repeating the time step the way I#39;d learned it at dance class and relishing the sounds that I made when my shoes hit the linoleum floor. If you#39;re going to do it, you need to do it right, he#39;d say. And that was just enough impetus to draw him out of his seat and onto the floor. This is how Bill Robinson did a time step. Bojangles is what they called him; the greatest tap dancer that ever lived. One, two, three and four; dad did it so fast. Next I#39;d try it. Finally, he#39;d end with a series of blinding shuffles and slides the way he did it when he was on stage. Wow dad, was all I could say. That#39;s not the way Betty May showed us. After that explosive finale, he#39;d grab his white handkerchief and mop the sweat that was running down his face, secure his suspenders back on his shoulders, and say That#39;s it for today. This is enough to give your dear ole dad a heart attack. I#39;m not as young or as thin as I used to be, you know. He#39;d then glance down at me and say On second thought, just do it the way your dancing teacher showed you. I think that would be best./p
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BING BIP BOP!

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
Original Body
p strongBing Bip Bop!/strong/p p nbsp;/p p The thoughts are fleeting.nbsp; One cannot afford to daydream too much.nbsp; I sit atnbsp;a desk where I fulfill my duties as front desk clerk to the best of my motivationmdash;which tends to vary day to day, minute to minute, daydream to daydream.nbsp; The apartment complex hired me because, I assume, of my mild-mannered nature.nbsp; I look at my surroundings.nbsp; Not far above hangs a chandelier resembling a mass of translucent bubblesmdash;an oversized representation of molecules that seemingly float above my desk.nbsp; I remember hearing a story once about Elvis Presley filling his swimming pool withnbsp;light bulbs which he proceeded to fire away at with a shotgun. nbsp;The chandelier has several lights out./p p nbsp;/p p I look out the windows of the large French doors that seem to frame the large palm trees and other plant life surrounding the property.nbsp; A delivery came a couple days ago.nbsp; The leasing office orders air freshener boxes that circulate laboratory concocted aromas throughout the lobbymdash;lemon, pine, sprucemdash;reminiscent of a country club restroom.nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p I hear a womanrsquo;s voice say, ldquo;First floor, going uprdquo;.nbsp; The elevator opens and closes like an antiseptic womb.nbsp; The residents spill onto the waxed-over marble floor.nbsp; I need to get a job recording ldquo;going uprdquo; and ldquo;going downrdquo; for the elevator company.nbsp; I imagine getting residual checks in the mail, for I too, need elevationmdash;of the spiritual kind.nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p I sit and let the daydreams take hold.nbsp; I think about the building I spend 8 hours of my life in daily.nbsp; The units in the complex are similar to many others in SFmdash;overpriced with a nbsp;preponderance of young (and some mid aged and elder) recent arrivals with jobs in tech, financemdash;or those who describe themselves as entrepreneurs.nbsp; Irsquo;m not sure what they do all day.nbsp; Some take cabs to work and have an occasionalnbsp;limo pick them up en route to SFO.nbsp; Some have maid service.nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p The maids are mostly female, immigrant; carrying buckets of housecleaning supplies. I dream that the cleaning ladies replace the young, mostly white, mostly college educated residents; moving their families in and creating community that is not based on fake wealth but on culture and spirit.nbsp; I imagine those young so-called professionals who earn 7,000-10,000 a month swinging mops, brooms and using toothbrushesmdash;to get those hard to reach spots./p p nbsp;/p p I think about the cleaning ladies.nbsp; The Chinese one speaks Spanish and the Latina speaks Chinese.nbsp; I wonder where they are from, how they got here and how they feel about cleaning someonersquo;s apartment, a CEO letrsquo;s say, one who doesnrsquo;t think to leave a tip.nbsp; I see them hanging up the vacuums and dust rags for good when Irsquo;m jolted out of my blissful daydream./p p emldquo;Uhhellip;excuse merdquo;/em/p p Back to reality./p p There he stands, very clean, emtoo /emclean.nbsp; If itrsquo;s possible to dry clean a human, he would be the result./p p ldquo;Can you call me a cab?rdquo; he asks.nbsp; His tone assumes that he shouldnrsquo;t be prompted to ask, that I should know his needs by osmosis, or E.S.P.nbsp;/p p ldquo;Sure thingrdquo; I answer.nbsp; ldquo;No problem.nbsp; By the wayhellip;nice day outside isnrsquo;t it (etc. etc. etc.)/p p I look at him, medium build, wire rimmed glasses, polo shirt.nbsp; Hersquo;s in decent shape.nbsp; The look of him annoys me.nbsp; The little polo man on his shirt senses this too, jumps off the horse.nbsp; The horse takes off leaving the little man and the shirt behind./p p ldquo;Those are nice glassesrdquo;, I say.nbsp; ldquo;Can I see lsquo;em?rdquo;/p p ldquo;Ohellip;emK/emrdquo;/p p I remove the glasses (gently, of course) and delicately place them on the desk next to a copy of the San Francisco Bayview Newspaper--www.sfbayview.com--a href="http://www.sfbayview.comnbsp; That"(/aThat I read on the sly).nbsp; I look into his seemingly innocent, liquid eyes and let it go, a straight right hand./p p br / strongemBING!/em/strong/p p nbsp;/p p Itrsquo;s a clean right hand, a beautiful shot, square on the jaw, reminiscent of right hands thrown by Alexis Arguello, Roberto Duran, Thomas Hearns, Et al.nbsp; The sound it makeshellip;emBING/emhellip;resonates with echoes that reach the pantheon of the great knockout artists of the past, leaving a trail of polo shirt wearingnbsp;yuppies (and buppies/puppies/schluppies etc.)nbsp;in its wake./p p emAre you going to call me a cab?rdquo;/em/p p Back to reality.nbsp;/p p ldquo;Yes sirrdquo;/p p He sits down on the couch putting a dent in it while enjoying the coffee thatnbsp;emi /emmade, polo shirt intact./p p nbsp;/p p I sit back in my chair.nbsp; The walkie talkie blares.nbsp; Itrsquo;s the maintenance supervisor speaking in abridged sentences.nbsp; ldquo;Front desk do you copy?rdquo; he says.nbsp; He barks some kind of order.nbsp; Hersquo;s quite a study.nbsp; For a man who doesnrsquo;t own one inch of the property, he has convinced himself that the property is his domain and that everybody elsemdash;except the property managermdash;are his serfs.nbsp; One of my duties is making coffee for the residents, stacking sugar packets and creamer on a lazy Susan.nbsp; As a revolutionary, I hate doing this but I need the job so I curse every drop that comes out of the coffee maker.nbsp; The maintenance supervisor, as part of his perambulatory ritual (by ldquo;Perambulatoryrdquo;, I refer to his walking inspectionmdash;basically a quasi official-looking circuitous chickenshit saunter of my work area with both his ass and chest sticking out simultaneously) checks the couch, the rug, the kitchen area and the coffee pots.nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p He comes to the desk and says I have to make more coffee and make sure to prop the pillows, so they look like marshmallows--but in reality those pillows resemble his midriff.nbsp; I ask myself, is this guy a coffee critic, an interior designer, or a maintenance man?nbsp; He also adds, ldquo;Donrsquo;t drop the American flag on the ground when you raise the flag in the morningrdquo;.nbsp; I look at the folds in his face, the jowls, his salt and pepper hair andhellip;/p p nbsp;/p p strongemBIP!/em/strong/p p nbsp;/p p I let loose a right cross, beautifully placed on the jaw.nbsp; He goes down, all 295 lbs (Oh hell, letrsquo;s round it off to 300) of him.nbsp; I walk over to him, look down, lift his face and slap it a few times./p p ldquo;Donrsquo;t drop the flagrdquo; a voice says./p p Back to reality./p p nbsp;/p p Finally, a voice comes to me.nbsp; Itrsquo;s my uncle.nbsp; He tells me to be cool, calm down.nbsp; Hersquo;s a street minister now but in his heyday he had a string of knockouts from Fillmore to the Philippines.nbsp; ldquo;God bless yourdquo; he says and I begin to feel the blessing, the love for Godrsquo;s creaturesmdash;insect, fish, fowl, microbe and human.nbsp; I close my eyes and a voice says:nbsp; ldquo;The water in the spa isnrsquo;t hot enough!rdquo;/p p I look and itrsquo;s a resident Irsquo;ve nicknamed empoppy seed /emdue to his poppy seed ass.nbsp; He says he stuck his toe in the water and it gave him a chill.nbsp; He made much fuss and I began to dream./p p nbsp;/p p strongemBOP!/em/strong/p p nbsp;/p p Another right hand to the jaw.nbsp; He goes down. I laugh.nbsp; I ask God to forgive me.nbsp;nbsp; I laugh more./p p He stands in front of me./p p ldquo;What about the spa?rdquo; he asks./p p I keep laughing at his face, cold toe and poppy seed ass.nbsp; I laugh and laugh with sounds BING BIP BOP in my ears./p
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Poem for a Brother who Tends to Overtalk me

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
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p Wersquo;ve known each/p p Other for a/p p Short time/p p nbsp;/p p But it seems wersquo;ve/p p Stuffed years into/p p That short space/p p nbsp;/p p He speaks of women, his/p p Military service, more about/p p Women, his health/p p Womenhellip;and women again/p p nbsp;/p p Takes 9-10 pills a/p p Day for as many/p p Ailments/p p nbsp;/p p Sometimes wersquo;ll speak/p p On politics or something/p p Heavier and his voice/p p Will rise/p p nbsp;/p p At times wersquo;ll start speaking/p p At the exact same/p p Moment/p p nbsp;/p p And his voice will take/p p Off, leaving mine stuck/p p In a series of stutters/p p And false starts/p p nbsp;/p p Nothing false about/p p Him, neither teeth/p p Nor hair or pride/p p nbsp;/p p He doesnrsquo;t overtalk/p p Me by intention, hersquo;s merely/p p Been talked over most of/p p His life/p p nbsp;/p p Hersquo;s a 57 year old black/p p Man from St. Louis who looks at his/p p Life and decries his lack/p p Of ambition/p p nbsp;/p p If I had a little more/p p Of this and a little more/p p Of that, he says/p p nbsp;/p p And I listen/p p And pour him a little more/p p Of this coffee and listen/p p Some more/p p nbsp;/p p And the birds outside/p p Hear his voice/p p nbsp;/p p And echo/p p His song/p p nbsp;/p p Ambitiously/p p nbsp;/p
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PNN North Carolina--Hoofer's Daughter

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Tiny
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p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p nbsp;/p p Well, I#39;m a hoofer#39;s daughter and that#39;s what I#39;ll be.br / I shuffled my way to Asheville, N.C.br / Up into the mountains and across the hillsbr / and byways.../p p I can hear him count, tap two, three, four,br / ldquo;Now that#39;s what I#39;ve been looking for.br / Practice your steps and you#39;ll go far,br / my dear.rdquo;/p p I went back home the other day;br / made my way back to the Frisco Bay.br / Daddy can you show me how you shuffle and slide,br / not too long and not too wide.rdquo;/p p And Daddy won#39;t you show me how Bojangles did It.br / You#39;d better hurry daughter, cause I only got a minute.br / Got to get back to work and drive that Muni Busbr / today./p p Cause I#39;m a hoofer#39;s daughter and I#39;m proud to be;br / Still shuffling my way through Asheville, N.C.br / And up here in the mountains where the bears roam free,br / I can still hear tap, one, two, three./p p Lyrics by: Florence R. Mayberrybr / Bat Cave, North Carolinabr / June 15, 2011/p
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CELEBRATE JULY 4TH SQUATTING WITH HOMES NOT JAILS

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Bad News Bruce
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p font face="Helvetica" size="4"At 2pm. on July 4th, the San Francisco Mime Troup performs in Dolores Park.nbsp; At 4pm the bigger show begins, a take-over of a house taken from a family victimized by predatory lenders.nbsp; Homes Not Jails, the lead organization in the San Francisco political squatting movement, teamed up with The Brass Liberation Orchestra, Tenants United, the Tenants Union, W.R.A.P., and the Housing Rights Committee./font/p p font face="Helvetica" size="4"The location of the squat will be kept secret until the participants get there, which means some walking will be done!nbsp; There will be a cook-out (food provided by...Food Not Bombs!) and, inside the building, the First Annual Unorthodox Housing Conference will get underway and all squatters are welcome to attend.nbsp; This poverty skolar will be there.nbsp; There will be soap-box public speaking outside the building.nbsp; /font/p p font face="Helvetica" size="4"It is always a good time to aggressively resist the economical and ethical crimes of the predatory mortgage lenders, et al./font Because Holland now has a conservative government hostile to squatters, this action is considered a solidarity event in honor of Dutch squatters.nbsp;br / nbsp;/p
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New York Uproots Private Crops in Manhattan Park

09/24/2021 - 09:13 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Tiny
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p (Editor#39;s note: This story is reprinted from the New York Times June 24, 2011 issuenbsp;for educational purposes only.nbsp; Photos by Ozier Muhammad and Angel Franco)/p p nbsp;/p h6 class="byline" By Matt Flegenheimer/h6 h6 class="dateline" Published: June 24, 2011/h6 p nbsp;/p p If they squint, neighbors say, the farm tilled by David Abreu begins to look a little like home mdash; his cilantro is as green, his bean supply as tidy. And then there is the man himself: clutching his machete handle, pant legs stained black, surveying the soil like any farmer who takes pride in his land. ldquo;He could be my father,rdquo; said one neighbor, Joseacute; Rodriacute;guez, 52, originally from Santiago, Dominican Republic./p div class="articleInline runaroundLeft" div class="inlineImage module" div class="image" div class="icon enlargeThis" nbsp;/div p a href="javascript:pop_me_up2('http://www.nytimes.com/imagepages/2011/06/25/nyregion/FARM2.html','FARM2_html','width=720,height=514,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')"font color="#004276" size="2"img alt="" height="112" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/06/25/nyregion/FARM2/FARM2-articleInline.jpg" width="190" //font /a/p/div p class="caption" (Mr. Abreu managed to find some cilantro remaining after city workers dug up most of his crops)/p /div div class="inlineImage module" div class="image" div class="icon enlargeThis" nbsp;/div p a href="javascript:pop_me_up2('http://www.nytimes.com/imagepages/2011/06/25/nyregion/FARM3.html','FARM3_html','width=720,height=563,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')"font color="#004276" size="2"img alt="" height="127" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/06/25/nyregion/FARM3/FARM3-articleInline.jpg" width="190" //font /a/p/div p class="caption" (Peas grown at the park)/p /div /div div class="articleBody" sizcache="0" sizset="1" p nbsp;/p p But Mr. Abreu is not home, and his farm, alas, is on public property mdash; namely Highbridge Park in Upper Manhattan./p p Or rather, it was./p p In a city that is thinking more and more a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/23/nyregion/23mayor.html" title="Times article about green efforts in New York."font color="#004276"about being green/font/a, Mr. Abreu, 65, is one of a small number of immigrant gardeners who have plunged their shovels into what little surface soil there is. For about three years, Mr. Abreu says, his vegetable garden has thrived behind a playground on two plots near 193rd Street and St. Nicholas Avenue in Washington Heights./p p Last week, a parks department crew uprooted Mr. Abreursquo;s crops, piling the leafy detritus in the back of a green garbage truck. A district supervisor, according to William T. Castro, the Manhattan borough commissioner for parks, stumbled upon the garden about three weeks ago. ldquo;Itrsquo;s an illegal farm,rdquo; Mr. Castro said. ldquo;Most people have common sense and know you donrsquo;t plant your own vegetable garden in a public park.rdquo;/p p Though Mr. Abreu has tended roughly a half-acre of land, it represents a small fraction of the soil lined with beans, corn and, occasionally, tomatoes, that has been tilled in a href="http://www.nycgovparks.org/parks/highbridgepark" title="Web page about the park."font color="#004276"Highbridge/font/afont color="#004276" Park/font by area residents. When a visitor stopped by several times in recent days, however, the other farmers were nowhere to be found./p p The parks department is aware of the additional gardens, Mr. Castro said mdash; and some of Mr. Abreursquo;s less visible beans and cilantro were spared. Park employees may soon remove what is left, Mr. Castro added./p p ldquo;I donrsquo;t see the problem,rdquo; Mr. Abreu said through an interpreter. ldquo;I clean it. I take care of it.rdquo;/p p Before digging up Mr. Abreursquo;s plots, parks department officials informed Ydanis Rodriguez, the local councilman, that years of herbicide spraying in the area had exposed the soil to contamination, the councilman said. But the soil has never been tested, Mr. Castro said, and the absence of a permit, not health concerns, was the primary reason the crops were torn out./p p Mr. Abreu insisted neither he nor any friends or family members had ever gotten sick from eating the crops./p p ldquo;Try it,rdquo; Mr. Abreu suggested Monday, raising a fistful of cilantro. Mr. Abreu, like many in the neighborhood, immigrated from the Dominican Republic. Both Mr. Abreu and Councilman Rodriguez were raised on family farms, they say, in Santo Domingo and Santiago, respectively. Like many in the community, they have come to see the local gardens as extensions of their former homes./p p ldquo;Look how beautiful this is,rdquo; said Councilman Rodriguez, swatting away a tree limb as he cradled a bean pod. ldquo;It brings me back.rdquo;/p p Before the loss of his plants, Mr. Abreu spent as many as six hours a day looking after his plots. He and the other farmers share their crops with one another, Mr. Abreu said, and often offer some of their harvests to community members who request a taste. While he describes his motivation as ldquo;somewhat economic,rdquo; Mr. Abreu says his main interest is sustaining a lifelong hobby. His fight with the city was first reported on the Web sitenbsp;a href="http://www.dnainfo.com"font color="#004276"DNAinfo.com/font/a./p p Dragging his leather satchel of tools down Fort George Avenue, grinning through his wrinkles, Mr. Abreu is known endearingly in the neighborhood as el viejo: the old man./p p ldquo;Agriculture is the main thing in our culture,rdquo; Joseacute; Rodriacute;guez said, shouting over a fiercely argued game of dominoes outside the park. ldquo;I can bring my little girls to come water the plants. At school, they learn American history. But this is their background, their culture.rdquo;/p p Parks department employees who pulled up the crops last week noted the precision with which the plot was arranged. ldquo;It was all lined up, very neat, one row after another,rdquo; said one of the workers, Clifford Motley./p p The councilmanrsquo;s office said it had arranged a meeting between Mr. Abreu and parks department officials, and hoped the sides would meet soon to discuss alternative farming sites./p p ldquo;If he had come to us, we would have found a location for him that made sense,rdquo; Mr. Castro said. ldquo;We have hundreds of free a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/08/04/coming-to-the-defense-of-community-gardens/" title="Times article on community gardens."font color="#004276"community gardens/font/a exactly for this purpose.rdquo;/p p According to Mr. Castro, members of his staff last year confronted a man they believe may have been Mr. Abreu about his garden./p p Mr. Abreu says a park employee did approach him last year, but only to request he remove the wooden fence he had built around his beans. When he first decided to plant seeds three years ago, he said, he told a department official of his plans./p p ldquo;All they told me was I couldnrsquo;t cut down any trees.rdquo;/p p Since the uprooting, Mr. Abreu said, he has lost the desire to keep his regular farming hours, though he does maintain another garden in the courtyard of his apartment building, across the street from Highbridge Park./p p The circumstances have also produced consequences on the home front with his wife, Irene./p p ldquo;She loves it when I garden,rdquo; Mr. Abreu said, holstering his machete. ldquo;It keeps me out of the house.rdquo;/p /div
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