Story Archives 2012

"Fight for Freedom"

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Tiny
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April 23, 2012

This spring, Abdullah aka “Papa Bear” came to the PNN Community Newsroom with some deeply disturbing news.

Papa Bear is a double vet who volunteered for the Vietnam War, he reports, “because my country said, 'fight for freedom.' At 17 years old, I was very proud of my country[...]. I felt that I should fight for my country and freedom.”

Papa Bear's tour ended when he nearly bled to death in combat. He says, “I was legally toe-tagged in the morgue for a day and a half. When they made their first cut for my autopsy, I woke up.” He says, “I bled to death. But it wasn't my time.”

Now he is a disabled Vietnam veteran in San Francisco. He's been houseless since Bush implemented a policy to “re-evaluate” vets and has been struggling to survive.

On top of all this, “I got Homeland Security checking me out cause of my name, Abdullah. My dad is Arabic, he's Saudi. They don't look at my record, they don't look at my life.”

“Why am I being hassled because of my name and my family? It's like, I gave my life for this country, seriously,” says Papa Bear.

After Papa Bear came back from the dead, the doctors held him for research for two and a half years. In addition to the time served training, fighting, and as a research specimen, Papa Bear now struggles with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and a host of physical problems relating to his injuries.

Homeland Security agents appeared at Papa Bear's place of work, on the corner of Van Ness and Geary, where he panhandles. Papa Bear reports, “They showed up and talked to me: 'We're homeland security. We just wanna know what you're doing.' I'm homeless, I fought for this country. I'm like, why are you guys bothering me?”

It is absurd that Homeland Security is going after this person and many others with “high threat” names. Folks, even including veterans like Papa Bear, are getting criminalized because their names are connected with racist, colonial fears of “terror.” It is especially notable that the US touts its dignifying treatment of veterans with one hand, while criminalizing the poverty that many veterans experience with the other. The double-standard of "terror" is turned against people like Papa Bear in this case, whose services were used in a national campaign of terror against the Vietnamese. Lots of vets like Papa Bear were compelled to participate in these acts, to demonstrate allegiance to the country in dehumanizing massacres... and now suspected of not being patriotic enough? After all the things Papa Bear did that he was assured were patriotic, he's still a suspected terrorist at the most basic level. What must a person of color do to be free of criminalization in this country? Was "patriotic" participation in mass-killing not enough?

Lisa “Tiny” Gray-Garcia of POOR Magazine commented, “There is this bullshit lie of the War On Terror, which is obviously full of so much mess that it's not even funny, cause I know [Papa Bear] was born here, for whatever that means—I think this is just a new level of insanity.”

Papa Bear is also getting hassled by local police forces. This month alone his blankets were taken from him, the police were called on him for pan-handling, and he got power-hosed in one of the city's nightly attempts to “clean up” the streets of San Francisco.

Papa Bear thankfully has a good chance of getting off the streets in the next six months. “I have a new agency working on my veterans benefits, and it looks good. It looks like I might be receiving my pension again.”

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Senior Survival School at Canon Kip

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Tiny
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Senior Survival School

Learn more about community resources, your rights and advocacy!

Especially for homeless or marginally housed seniors and people with disabilities, but all are welcome!

When: Wednesdays May 2nd, 9th, 16th & 23rd

1030-2pm

Canon Kip Senior Center

705 Natoma Street San Francisco, CA.

This session will cover information about safety, housing, transportation, healthcare, and  many other important issues and community resources.  Seniors and people with disabilities who are homeless or marginally housed are especially encouraged to attend.

Classes are free of cost, and lunch will be provided.  The site is wheelchair accessible.  To request other accommodations for a disability, please contact Sarah Jarmon.  Providing at last 72 hours advance notice will help ensure availability.

To register, please contact Sarah Jarmon at 415-703-0188 x302 or sarah@planningforelders.org

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The White Sand Beaches of Market Street

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
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White Sand Beaches of Market Street

By Tony Robles

 

A manong I’d met a

While back but whose

Name I couldn’t remember

Recently approached me on

Market Street

 

Hey Pinoy!

He said

 

I recognized him but

Didn’t know from where,

When or why so rather than

Pretend I said:

 

Oh Manong, long time no see,

I’ve missed you so much.  How

Are you, how is your family?  Oh

How I’ve missed you, you link to

My ancestral and indigenous past

(etc. etc. etc)

 

The manong looked at me like I’d

Lost my mind but smiled anyway

And we were out on a sunny day

On Market Street, just the two of us

 

He looked at me through

Thick glasses, the wind blowing

Through his thick head of hair

Overcome with gray and flecked with

Embers of memory dust

 

Have you ever been

To the Philippines?

He asked

 

No, I said but

Told him that I wanted

To go someday

 

You should go,

He said, they got

White sand bitches

 

You mean

Beaches?

Yes, bitches.  You

Hear of Boracay?

 

Yes, I heard of it.

Are there any other places

In the Philippines with

White sand beaches?

 

Yes…but Boracay is

A resort, hotels and

Bitches all over

 

I looked at the manong’s

Hair that was slowly

Turning sandy white like

A beach

 

I felt the

Breeze in

Our faces

 

We were in

Boracay

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Help Stop the Eviction of 3 Families by US Bank on 16th and Mission

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Tiny
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Help Stop the Eviction of

3 Families by another Greedy Bank

The 99% Spring of Actions Continues!

Join us for a Press Conference to demand

that US Bank not evict 3 single moms

and their children

 

WHEN:  Thursday April 26

TIME: 12 Noon

WHERE:  US BANK, corner of 16th & Mission

 

For more information contact Tommi at tmecca@hrcsf.org or call 415-703-8646.  If you cannot come, please call the US Bank Mission Branch on Thursday between 12-1 to tell them not to evict the families outside:  415-575-2800

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The White Sand Beaches of Market Street

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
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 (Author's note: The Filipino word Manong is a term of respect reserved for an elder)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

White Sand Beaches of Market Street

By Tony Robles

 

A manong I’d met a

While back but whose

Name I couldn’t remember

Recently approached me on

Market Street

 

Hey Pinoy!

He said

 

I recognized him but

Didn’t know from where,

When or why so rather than

Pretend I said:

 

Oh Manong, long time no see,

I’ve missed you so much.  How

Are you, how is your family?  Oh

How I’ve missed you, you link to

My ancestral and indigenous past

(etc. etc. etc)

 

The manong looked at me like I’d

Lost my mind but smiled anyway

And we were out on a sunny day

On Market Street, just the two of us

 

He looked at me through

Thick glasses, the wind blowing

Through his thick head of hair

Overcome with gray and flecked with

Embers of memory dust

 

Have you ever been

To the Philippines?

He asked

 

No, I said but

Told him that I wanted

To go someday

 

You should go,

He said, they got

White sand bitches

 

You mean

Beaches?

 

 

Yes, bitches.  You

Hear of Boracay?

 

Yes, I heard of it.

Are there any other places

In the Philippines with

White sand beaches?

 

Yes…but Boracay is

A resort, hotels and

Bitches all over

 

I looked at the manong’s

Hair that was slowly

Turning sandy white like

A beach

 

I felt the

Breeze in

Our faces

 

We were in

Boracay

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Poesia Pa Nacido y Criado en San Francisco

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
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April 24, 2012

Yo soy la hija de los ancestors de estas tierras
Yo soy el elgado de las raices debajo del asfalto
Yos soy la medicina que cura tu veneno
Yos soy la semilla que nutre la tierra
Yo soy el aire. El fuego el agua1
Yo soy el barro , la luna, la marea, la madre la hermana!

Yo soy la heredera de la medicina sabia y genuine
Yo soy la sabia la energia magiaca de la fotocintesis
Yo soy tu abuela que en las plantas te hablan
Yo soy el olor del copal en tu alma

Yo soy el poder del cambio en las palabras
Yo soy la vibracion que eleva a los cahidos
Por que soy la extencio de la enrgia sagrada
Soy un cuerpo de 33 anios que canaliza 500 sobre su espalda

Yo soy machete, Montania, Pluma y raiz!
Yo Soy dos espiritus, soy tu dolor de cabeza
Porque entre mas golpeas mas fuerte se hace mi malesa
YO SOY LA HEREDERA DE ESTAS TIERRAS

Yo soy la hija de los casadores, de lospescadores, de los obreros, de las obreras!

Yo soy el Papel de los despapelados, la manta del friolento,
Yo soy la ventana para nombrar el golpe el llanto la muerte y el sufrimiento
Y despues sanarme con mi propia semilla a pesar de que extermines a msi hermanos
Vibracion de vida que se vuelve muerte, muerte que se vuelve palabra que funda un para siempre, esta tierra es mia para siempre!

Yo soy la Hija de los ancestors que habitaron estar tierras
Que cuidaron estas tierras, yo soy la hija del que invento el fuego. Del que camino herrante hasta encontrar las cuatro estaciones y sembrar con el vientre de su mujer

Yo soy la hija del purepecha o del Maya, o del tolteca, yo sola messica,
El maiz, la historia tu raiz, yo soy del color de la tierra para recordarte
Que ya estaba yo aqui antes que le pusieras nombres que solo te representaran a ti

No voy a pedir permiso y tus terminus de esclavitud ni los pienso repetir!
Yo soy la hija de los ancestros duenios de estas tierras!

Yo soy la hija, la madre la abuela, la Heredera!

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A Donde Estan Los Papis de "Nacido y Criado en SF" /Where are the Papis At? From "Born and Raised in SF"

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
Original Author
Tiny
Original Body

24 Abril, 2012

Scroll Down for English/ Espanol Sigue

Es un viernes. Tras las dos horas habituales de viaje en autopista llego a buscar a mi hijo. Toco en la puerta . Mi ex me pregunta que que quiero. Yo le recuerdo que alli vive un hijo nuestro. Ya yo habia pagado toda la pension alimenticia. Ella me dice que si no tengo una orden de visitacion, adios. “Papi”, grita mi hijo, desesperadamente, por la ventana. “Diego, por favor, no olvides que Papi tea ama” , le digo. Han pasado trenta y seis meses desde entonces y ahora estoy estancado en la pobreza, en San Francisco; en la tierra invadida donde criminalizan a los padres que estan sumidos en la pobreza.

Un cancer fue todo lo que quedo del sueño Americano de la familia nuyorrican de mi madre; Fue una epidemia que cunsumio sus cuerpos, sacrificios y el amor que alguna vez compartimos. Yo pense que quedaria un hogar al que yo pudiese traer a mi hijo. Mas solo queda el amor por el dinero, la voz de mi hijo que retumba en mi cabeza, “Papi” y un retrato que sonrie maliciosamente, en el Facebook que dice: “Aqui estamos los cadavers que quedan de tu familia junto a tu hijo. Ahora, sin ti, tendremos la oportunnindad de infectarle con nuestros sueños.”

Si, soy un imigrante y Papi boricua. Puedo ir a la Guerra, pero no puedo obtener un estipendio para pagar la pension alimenticia, ni estudiar, como los “Daddies” californianos. Soy un Papi y no un “Daddy”. Los “Daddies” desarrollan nanotecnologia que lavara tu cerebro. Los Papis tienen la dicha de esperar una hora en fila para comer una comida fumigada con temores a la pimienta imaginaria que dicen esterilizar a los hombres.Los “Daddies”, entre tanto llevan a sus hijos a ver animals marinos deprimidos, presos en picinas y a escuchar a sus mamis cantar. Mas, los hijos de los papis solamente escuchan, traumados, las voces de sus madres por altoparlantes estridentes que le preguntan que donde demonios esta el irresponsible de su padre. A los Papis no nos dejan ser padres.

A los Papis nos conocen como tecatos drogadictos, enfermos sexuales, convictos; como aquellos que traen la violencia al hogar. Eso dicen las cifras “oficiales”. En el entretanto, Las Mamis luchan por su cuenta y el estado les dice que no pueden cuidar de sus niños estando solas y terminan por quitarselos de todas formas. Me pregunto a donde estaran los Papis del Mundo.

Muchos de nosotros estamos sin hogar, lo que significa que estamos en peligro de ser tachados como criminales. Sam Drew, Tiny y Joanna Letz han escito sobre el tema en la Prensa Pobre, en el articulo “Who’s Poverty? Who’s Crime? Ademas, en el “Informe para la conferencia consultiva de Plan nacional para el maltrato de menores” Para implantar esas iniciativas concertadas, en el Condado de Alameda se creo una oficina del/ de la Coordinador/a de la Prevencion de la violencia , con recursos y personal para “conectar” y coordinar los diversos esfuerzos, dar seguimiento a las diversas iniciativas propuestas, ofrecer informacion , adiestramiento, desarrollo de recursos y actividades, y monitoreo de resultados de acuerdo a los planes establecidos.

En otra seccion de este llamado informe da a entender que segun los supestos expertos uno de los factores principales de la violencia en los hogares es la presencia de los hombres, pues hay estudios que incluyen a puertorriqueños y demuestran que la poblacion masculina es la mas violenta de la unidad familiar. Si consideramos la realidad de las politicas descritas y tomamos en consifderacion las tendencias nuevas de criminilizacion significa que que el estado norteamericano estereotipifica oficialmente, persigue y criminaliza a los Papis latinos. Asi es que el cancer destruye-familias y me ha separado de mi hijo.

Mas aun, aunque existen otros enfoques de prevencion para la violencia que se adaptan mas a la sensibilidad cultural de America Latina, en Estupidos Unidos se justifica el hacer de un lado tales metodos “informando” que los mismos“…responden a los differentes niveles de desarrollo y consensus que cada pais ha alcanzado con relacion al tema.” En otras palabras, los puntos de vista mas compasivos de las dinamicas familiares complejas de Latino America, que crean politicas de prevencion para la violencia, no deben usarse para Puerto Rico, ni para otros lugares en Estados Unidos donde hay concentraciones Latinas, ya que quienes lash han no estan tan desarrollados y por ende, no tienen un valor significativo.

Yo, sin embargo, hago un llamado a todos los Papis del Mundo, contra quienes estan discriminando, porque somos indigenas, negros, hispanos, o cualquier otro grupo sumido en la pobreza. Sepan que necesitamos luchar por nuestro derecho de ser padres. Y las Mamis, por favor tengan fe en nosotros, pues habemos aquellos que aun amamos a nuestros hijos. No permitan que el gran tirano blanco se interponga entre nosotros. Recuperemos la tierra, que es nuestra. Mas primero, recuperemos a nuestros hijos. Diego, mi hijo amado, no me olvides por favor

 

Ingles Sigue/English Follows

April 24, 2012

It was a Friday. I drove the usual two hours to pick up my son. I knocked on the door and my ex answered through the window: “Whadda you want?” “Do you forget that I too have a son here?” I said. I had paid my child support in full. “Do you have a court order saying he can visit with you? No? Then bye”, she said. “Papi! My son said peering desperately through the window. “Diego, please, never forget that Papi loves you.” This happened thousands of miles away, three years ago. Now I am stuck in poverty in San Francisco; in the solen land where all poor fathers or “Papis” are criminalized.

Cancer was all that was left of the dream that my mother’s Nuyorrican-family once had; of the “America dream”. It was the sickness that seems to have consumed their bodies, their sacrifice, and the love that we felt for each other. I though that we would, at least, have a home to take my son into. Instead, all that was left was greed and my son’s voice in my head saying “Papi!” and a Facebook picture of son next to the cadavers of what used to be my family. A smiling picture that says ” We get to infect him with our dreams now that you’re not here”.

Yes, I am a migrant, Puerto Rican Daddy. I can go to war, but I can’t get a child support stipend and a chance to study like California Daddies do. I’m a Papi, not a Daddy. Daddies develop nanotechnology that takes over brains. Papis get to make hour-long lines to get a plate seasoned with St. Peter psychosomatic sterilizer. Daddies take their kids to watch depressed marine life imprisoned in pool-jails and listen to their mother’s sing. Papis sons’ just get a trauma when they hear their mother’s at the top of their lungs saying “And where the hell is your irresponsible father? Papi’s don’t get to be Daddies.

Papi’s get a rep for bing no good junkies, sex-offernders, ex-cons, the ones that bring violence into the home. That’s what the numbers say, In the meantime, the “Mamis” struggle on their own, and the state says, you can’t take care of your child on your own, and they end up taking the kids away, anayways. Where are the Papi’s of the World?

Many of us are now homeless, meaning in danger of being criminalized. Sam Drew, Tiny and Joanna Letz, of Poor Magazine have spoken of of the evident dangers poor people are in, in their article Whose Poverty? Whose rime? Also, in the National Plan of Consultive Conference for Child Abuse Report it states: “In order to bring together previously agreed initiatives for violence prevention, there was an office created in the County of Alameda called Office for the Violence Prevention Coordinator, with resources and personnel to “connect” and coordinate the various common efforts, to follow-up to the diverse proposed alternatives, offer information, training, resource and activity development, and monitoring of results according to established plans. “

In a previous section of this “Report” it allows the implication that according to supposed expert opinions one of the main factors for violence in the family is the presence of men, because there were studies that indicated that Puerto Rican men have proven to be more violent than any other group within the family structure. If we look the reality of such policies and consider the new criminalization trends, it means that migrant Latino Papis are profiled, targeted and criminalized. That is how this family-destruction cancer operates and is what has kept me from my son Diego.

Furthermore, even though other, more culturally-sensitive violence prevention focuses have been developed in different places of Latin America, AmeriKKKa justifies their overlook by “reporting” that “…the difference between the focus of iniciatives of the US and Latin American countries (the differences in methodologies...) “respond to the differing development levels and varying concensus that each country has achieved in reference to the topic at hand”. In other words, more compassionate views of the complex family dynamics of Latin America, when it comes to developing violence prevention policies, are not to be used as models for Puerto Rico, nor other Latin-populated areas in the US, because their creators are not as developed and therefore, not of value.

I, however, call upon all the Papis out there that are being discriminated against because of you are Indigenous, Black, Latino, or of any other poor group. Know that we have to fight for our right to be Daddies. Mamis believe in us, we love our kids too. Don’t let the Man get in between you and your man. Let’s take our land back, but first, let’s take back our kids and our right to raise them in real community. Don’t give up! Diego, my son, please don’t forget me.
 

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The Salmon are coming Home...

09/24/2021 - 09:05 by Anonymous (not verified)
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mari
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Indigenous Peoples Media Project of POOR Magazine visited Elder James Neptune on Indian Island. He talked about the reclaiming of their indigenous waters and how the salmon will be returning back...

James Neptune also noted these words of solidarity for other Nations who are fighting for thier salmon, "Keep on trying. Standing up for your aboriginal rights, your fishing rights." He continues, "Looking towards the health of your people. Because if they have a high rate of heart disease, fish is the best for heart health."

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