Story Archives 2021

Mi nombre es: Carmen Rodarte

Soy de un rancho de Zacatecas, México. Yo me vine de mi lugar de nacimiento porque allá mi mamá no tenía muchos recursos para darnos de comer. Deje 2 hijos con ella, cuando me vine a Estados Unidos, cuando llegue tenia 17 años empecé a trabajar y mandarle dinero a mi mama para mis hijos.

 Después de años me junte, tuve a mi hija y de haber pasado. No tener donde vivir nos separamos después me fui a Salinas y allí encontré otra persona y tuve 3 hijos con él, pero después él hizo algo a mi familia demasiado fuerte. Él está ahora en la cárcel pero nos dejó muy dañada a mi y a mis hijos.

Ahora encontré a otro hombre pero creo que ha sido peor. Pues él solo quiso y quiere una relación a escondidas. Tengo 2 de él pero pues él tampoco me ayuda ni económicamente ni mucho emocionalmente. 

Yo hago comida para vender y también cuponeo jabón shampoo para poder sacar. Para mis gastos y aun asi no puedo salir adelante y cubrir todos mis gastos. Pero con ellos de Prensa Pobre me he ayudado mucho con pañales y comida cada semana para mi y mi familia ya que somos muchos. 

My name is: Carmen Rodarte

I am from a ranch in Zacatecas, Mexico. I came from my place of birth because there my mother did not have many resources to feed us. I left 2 children with her when I came to the United States. When I arrived I was 17 years old, I started working and sending money to my mother for my children.

After years I got together with a man, I had my daughter and it happened. Not having a place to live, we separated later and I went to Salinas. There I found another person and I had 3 children with him, but then he did something very heavy to my family. He is now in jail, but he left me and my children very damaged.

Now I found another man but I think it was worse. Well, he just wanted and wants a secret relationship. I have 2 (kids) from him but he doesn't help me either financially or emotionally.

I make food to sell and I also supply shampoo soap to be able to take out for my expenses and even then I cannot get ahead and cover all my expenses. But with Poor Magazine I have been helped a lot with diapers and food every week for me and my family since there are many of us.

by Lucero Contreras from Indigenous Mamaz Herstories on Poverty in a Pandemic

The only thing I know is disparity. Although I am aware that I have met most privileges some doesn't mean I don’t feel the pain they do or understand the concept of pain. I see the people I love get judged and mistreated. Most of them wonder why but it’s simply because of what they look like. They want to keep us divided. They’re scared what us in power would look like. I promise you we don’t want to do what you did to us. You deserve it but we are better than that. Success is the best revenge. We want power to turn the world around with positivity, you just want money. 

I noticed that every benefit comes with a cost. How is it that people that have as much as me given back to the community. Kindness is free. You get tired of thinking of yourself all the time. 

I could never explain the trauma and pain I had to endure at a young age. While I should have been concerned about what toys I should get, I was wondering why I wasn't enough. Why I was always looked down on. 

As I got older I realized what a waste of time it is to prove myself to people that never want to listen in the first place. A narcissist will have you going crazy proving your point even if they understand. Stop comparing yourself to one another when life is based on perspective. Life is no right or wrong and we should be respecting each other's differences. Imagine how boring the world would be if we were just clones with no creativity. Even if it’s hard to learn to love yourself, it’s not impossible. We live in a world where we aren’t accepted, accept yourself with flaws and all. This is coming from a mentally ill student who couldn’t see themselves past 21. 

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Lo único que sé es la disparidad. Aunque soy consciente de que he cumplido con la mayoría de los privilegios, algunos no significa que no sienta el dolor que ellos sienten o que no entienda el concepto de dolor. Veo que las personas que amo son juzgadas y maltratadas. La mayoría de ellos se preguntan por qué, pero es simplemente por su apariencia. Quieren mantenernos divididos. Tienen miedo de cómo seríamos nosotros en el poder. Te prometo que no queremos hacer lo que nos hiciste. Te lo mereces pero somos mejores que eso. El éxito es la mejor venganza. Queremos poder cambiar el mundo con positividad, solo quieres dinero.

Noté que cada beneficio tiene un costo. ¿Cómo es posible que la gente que tiene tanto como yo le devuelva a la comunidad? La bondad es gratis. Te cansas de pensar en ti todo el tiempo.

Nunca pude explicar el trauma y el dolor que tuve que soportar a una edad temprana. Si bien debería haberme preocupado por los juguetes que debería comprar, me preguntaba por qué no era suficiente. Por qué siempre me despreciaron.

A medida que fui creciendo, me di cuenta de la pérdida de tiempo que es demostrar mi valía ante las personas que, en primer lugar, nunca quieren escuchar. Un narcisista hará que te vuelvas loco probando tu punto incluso si lo entienden. Deje de compararse entre sí cuando la vida se basa en la perspectiva. La vida no es buena o mala y debemos respetar las diferencias de los demás. Imagínese lo aburrido que sería el mundo si solo fuéramos clones sin creatividad. Incluso si es difícil aprender a amarse a sí mismo, no es imposible. Vivimos en un mundo donde no somos aceptados, acéptate a ti mismo con defectos y todo. Esto proviene de un estudiante con una enfermedad mental que no podía verse a sí mismo después de los 21 años.

Mi nombre es Edith Herrera. Yo vengo de México, la diferencia entre Mexico y aqui, Estados Unidos es la clase de vida pues cuando uno está allá, piensa que todo será fácil pero no al llegar aquí. Es muy difícil pues uno se encuentra con muchas dificultades todo es trabajar para poder sostenerse pagar vivienda, biles, pero sin duda alguna el estar aquí en este país es mejor por que hay mucho mas recursos de ayuda. Es muy importante saber cómo respetar las reglas de este país. Hay muchas ayudas para nosotros la gente que lo necesita.

Mi país tiene mucha violencia. No es vida para los niños. Me gustaría que mi país fuera como Estados Unidos. Yo vine aquí por una mejor vida y para que mis hijos tengan mejor oportunidad. 

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My name is Edith Herrera. I come from Mexico, the difference between Mexico and here is the United States is the kind of life because when you are there (Mexico), you think that everything will be easy but not when you get here. It is very difficult because one encounters many difficulties, everything is work to be able to support paying for housing, bills, but without a doubt being here in this country is better because there are much more resources for help. It is very important to know how to respect the rules of this country. There are many people who need it.

My country has a lot of violence. It is not life for children. I would like my country to be like the United States. I came here for a better life and for my children to have a better opportunity.

Mi nombre es Teresa. Soy Mama de 5 hermosos hijos, 4 hombres y una hermosa hija. 5 hermosos nietos, 3 hermosas nietas y 2 hermosos nietos. Soy de la ciudad de Mazatlán Sinaloa, Larazos. Yo emigre a este país por la maldita pobreza porque yo quería un mejor futuro para mis hijos. Ha sido difícil vivir en este país pero he luchado mucho para sacar adelante. Yo recuerdo el ultimo dia en mi tierra fue muy triste despedirme de lo que más amaba mis hijos, mi tierra, mi familia. Mis lágrimas no dejaban de salir de mis ojos pero la emoción de soñar en el futuro de mis hijos me hace volver realidad y llegar hasta donde quieren llegar. 

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My name is Teresa. I am a mother of 5 beautiful children, 4 men and a beautiful daughter. 5 beautiful grandchildren, 3 beautiful granddaughters, and 2 beautiful grandsons. I am from the city of Mazatlán Sinaloa, Larazos. I emigrated to this country because of damn poverty, because I wanted a better future for my children. It has been difficult living in this country but I have struggled a lot to get ahead. I remember the last day in my land. It was very sad to say goodbye to what I loved the most, my children, my land, my family. My tears kept coming out of my eyes, but the emotion of dreaming about my children's future makes me come back to reality and get to where one wants to go.

I was born in a hot land over 100% degrees. Where you can even cook eggs on the pavement. It is a desert where poor people could make their little houses where you can find them. Cardboard houses, clay sheets, iron, fabrics, mattress wires.

I remember waking up in the morning to the smell of my grandmother's flour tortillas. Some tortillas the size of a pizza. Where I cook in a horinela.

I remember my grandmother's humble little house. Where I spent my first 6 years. It only had two little rooms of material. But a large courtyard where my imagination was a mechanical businesswoman, a pilot. Where there is factory work there is work but a lot of poverty.

At the age of 6, I emigrated to the United States. The first place I came to was San Francisco in Tenderloin, where I found many challenges as a new place. Wherever you look, from being so young at 6 years one shouldn't see many homeless people. Sleeping on the street was an impact for me, I thought that in the United States there were no homeless. For being the richest country, it has no solutions for poor people.

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Yo nací en tierra caliente más 100% grados. Donde puedes cocinar hasta huevos en el pavimento. Es un desierto donde la gente pobre pudo hacer sus casitas donde puedes encontrar. Casas de cartón, láminas barro, fierro, cartera, telas, alambres de colchón.

Recuerdo levantándome en la mañana con el olor de tortillas de harina de mi abuela. Unas tortillas del tamaño de una pizza. Donde cocine en una horinela.

Recuerdo la casita humilde de mi abuela. Donde pasé mis primeros 6 años. Solamente tenía dos cuartitos de material. Pero un grande patio donde mi imaginación fue una empresaria mecánica., una pilota. Donde hay trabajo de fábrica hay trabajo pero muchísima pobreza.

A los 6 años emigre a los Estados Unidos. El primer lugar que llegue fue a San Francisco en Tenderloin, donde me encontré muchos retos como un lugar nuevo. Donde mire chucho que a los 6 años no debería ver mucha gente desamparada. Durmiendo en la calle eso fue un impacto para mi, yo pensé que en Estados Unidos no había desamparados. Por ser el país más rico no tiene soluciones para la gente pobre.

Mexicali Baja California es una ciudad fronteriza ubicada en el Norte de México. Mexicali es la capital y la segunda ciudad más poblada del estado de Baja California con una población cercana a un millón de personas. Mexicali Baja California su economía se basa en la agricultura, la ganadería, la industria y el turismo. Es una ciudad muy competitiva teniendo un índice de desarrollo humano alto de 0.781 y economía $227,800 millones de pesos. Como dato adicional Mexicali Baja California es la ciudad más joven de todo México. Ya que fue fundada en 1903 La ciudad cuenta con museos y Galerías de Arte como “sol del niño” y “museo universitario . El bosque de la ciudad o mejor conocido como el “ zoológico de la ciudad” y el Centro estatal de las Artes. Y el famoso parque de “vicente Guerrero” y la plaza de toro Calacia. Su Catedral y la Universidad de Autónoma de Baja California muchas tiendas Americanas y centro comerciales como “La Cachanilla” Liverpool , Walmart, Home Depot costco y hasta comida Rápida Mcdonald's y Burger King, y Carl’s Junior . Muchísimas Fábricas Americanas que hacen su mercancía en Mexico y pagan barato y la importan a Estados Unidos y la venden por el triple que la que ellos pagan a los trabajadores . Esta es la realidad de la gente pobre que vive allí . La realidad de mucha gente pobre es explotada en las fábricas y aveces hasta asesinadas. El pobre vive en grandes ciudades pero no las disfrutan como los turistas. Para nosotros no hay idas al museo, a la playa ni a los parques.

Vivimos en estos bellas ciudades o pueblos que no conocemos ni disfrutamos. El pobre sólo sabe el camino de su casa al trabajo. En mi niñez no conocí nada de esto. Mi ciudad era la humilde casa de mi Nana Chayo. Hasta los 24 años conocí La ciudad de Mexicali por primera vez. que fui de visita como adulta y pude regresar de y conocer por primera vez el bosque de la cuidad.

En Mexicali en medio de la ciudad en una humilde casa de material con mi Nana y cartón y fierro viejo. Todavía recuerdo el rico olor de tortillas de harina más grandes que una pizza de pepperoni. Mi nana se despertaba a las 5:00 am a preparar su masa de harina a mano. 

A los 6 años en 1992 inmigre a San francisco en la área de Tenderloin donde la misma historia se repetía vivía en un barrio pobre, rodeada de gente sin hogar y gente que les ha fallado el sistema y terminan sin nada y con adiciones. Mi madre trabajaba como trabajadora del hogar y solamente le pagaban $5 dolares la hora y mi padre trabajaba en un restaurante como dishwasher. Mi vida fue crecer en los programas de jóvenes como YMCA y Tenderloin After school program, Horizon unlimited que me ayudó a tener mi primer trabajo a los 14 años .Vivía tan cerca de Fisherman 's wharf pero no podía ir a pasear a la playa y a comer restaurantes finos o menos quedarme en un Hoteles de Lujo. pasear en la pier 39 un barco con mi familia. 

En este momento Vivo en East Oakland con mis 2 hijas donde claramente se ve la diferencia comunidades de bajo ingreso el de alto ingreso aqui en mi comunidad, es la basura el gran problema no tenemos los mismos servicios de basura que otras comunidades. También los árboles llegan hasta los carros. Tampoco tenemos parques apropiados para los niños. Hay discrimininacion hacia la comunidades de color. También tenemos muchas personas sin hogar. Los medios de comunicación nos catalogan como la ciudad más peligrosa de California . La realidad es que hay mucha gente pobre y trabajadora , y familias que sueñan con un futuro mejor para nuestros hijos. Me pregunto porque nunca pone historias positivas de Nosotros como el dia que me gradué de la preparatoria con honores. Eso hubiera sido una historia de primer plano ya que para mi y mi familia fue un gran logro, ya que nadie pensó que lo lograría. Historias como esas no salen en el pediodico ni en las noticias. 

Mi sueño era estudiar la universidad, pero tenía muchas barreras una de ellas eran mis documentos ya que no tenía un seguro social me cobran el triple por las clases que yo necesitaba para trabajar de maestra. Pero mi espíritu de lucha no se venció seguí insistiendo y sin saber que de algo tan horrible saldría algo positivo pase violencia Doméstica y de esa forma pude aplicar para mis documentos ahora cuento con mi residencia permanente. Es un paso más que pude lograr pero todavía me falta mucho. Mis sueños es que todos puedan tener una reforma migratoria ya que los documentos en este país nos dan voz y voto.

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Mexicali Baja California is a border city located in the North of Mexico. Mexicali is the capital and the second most populous city in the state of Baja California with a population of close to one million people. Mexicali Baja California’s economy is based on agriculture, livestock, industry and tourism. It is a very competitive city with a high human development index of 0.781 and an economy of $ 227.8 billion pesos. As additional information, Mexicali Baja California is the youngest city in all of Mexico. Since it was founded in 1903, the city has museums and art galleries such as “sol del niño” and “university museum. The city forest or better known as the "city zoo" and the State Center for the Arts. And the famous park of "vicente Guerrero" and the Calacia bullring. Its Cathedral and the Autonomous University of Baja California many American stores and shopping centers such as “La Cachanilla” Liverpool, Walmart, Home Depot, Costco, and even McDonald's and Burger King fast food, and Carl’s Junior. Many American factories that make their merchandise in Mexico and pay cheaply and import it to the United States and sell it for triple what they pay to the workers. This is the reality of the poor people who live there. The reality of many poor people is they’re exploited in factories and sometimes even murdered. The poor live in big cities but they don't enjoy them like tourists. For us there are no trips to the museum, the beach or the parks.

We live in these beautiful cities or towns that we do not know or enjoy. The poor man only knows the way from his house to work. In my childhood, I did not know any of this. My city was the humble home of my Nana Chayo. It wasn’t until I was 24 years old, I got to know the city of Mexicali for the first time. I visited as an adult and was able to return from and see the forest of the city for the first time.

In Mexicali in the middle of the city in a humble material house with my Nana and cardboard and old iron. I still remember the rich smell of flour tortillas larger than a pepperoni pizza. My Nana woke up at 5:00 am to prepare the flour dough by her hand.

At the age of 6 in 1992 I immigrated to San Francisco in the Tenderloin area where the same story was repeated, I lived in a poor neighborhood, surrounded by homeless people and people who the system has failed and end up with nothing and with additions. My mother worked as a domestic worker and she only paid $ 5 an hour and my father worked in a restaurant as a dishwasher. My life was growing up in youth programs like YMCA and Tenderloin After school program, Horizon unlimited which helped me get my first job at age 14. I lived so close to Fisherman's wharf but I couldn't walk to the beach and eat fine restaurants or less stay in a Luxury Hotels, or take a boat ride on pier 39 with my family.

At this moment, I live in East Oakland with my 2 daughters where you can clearly see the difference of low-income communities and the high-income communities, in my community the garbage is a big problem, we do not we have the same garbage services as other communities. The trees also reach the cars. We also do not have appropriate parks for children. There is discrimination towards communities of color. We also have many homeless people. The media classifies us as the most dangerous city in California. The reality is that there are many poor and working people and families who dream of a better future for our children. I wonder why the media never puts up positive stories about us like the day I graduated from high school with honors. That would have been a close-up story as it was a great achievement for me and my family, as no one thought I would make it. Stories like that don't appear in the newspaper or on the news.

My dream was to study at the university, but I had many barriers. One of them was my documents, since I did not have a social security number, they charged me triple for the classes I needed to take to become a teacher. But my fighting spirit was not defeated, I kept insisting and without knowing, something positive would come from something as horrible as domestic violence. Because of that, I could apply for my documentation, and now I have my permanent residence. It is one more step that I was able to achieve but I still have a long way to go. My dream is that everyone can have an immigration reform since the documents in this country give us a voice and a vote. 

By Queennandi Xsheba PNN KEXU

Meter Maids, aka “bullies in go carts” have been ticketing poor folks with a vengeance as usual in low-income neighborhoods and they always seem to work in pairs with one another constantly giving out tickets back to back on the same day, convincing us po’ vehicle owners that we are targeted way more than people who live in higher- income areas. One meter maid even went as far to commit perjury while he issued a hefty ticket to my “po’ mobile” citing that my expired disabled placard was stolen. After that incident, my neighbors and I were flooded with tickets regardless of our disabilities and the inability to pay the fines. One neighbor’s car had broken down in front of his home and he still reeling from the exodus of tickets he received from these “bullies in go carts” because he is one of many folks who had lost their jobs during this COVID pandemic and unfortunately the city could care less as long as this “legal extortion” generates a windfall of revenue. Houseless people who have no choice but to live in their cars really catch hell from meter maids that gleefully hand out tickets knowing that poor people will eventually lose their cars due to the expensive fines. It is very difficult to be low-income and own a car with a system that is known for kicking po folks in the face when they are already down and struggling to pay pre-existing moving violations regardless of a nationwide crisis. I have witnessed many people be singled out and fined just because they are poor but the fast talking gentrifiers are the ones who get a “pass” and a half-hearted warning. 

Very few meter maids would show mercy to those who are disabled and/or in struggle and did not go out of their way to make a poor person’s situation more difficult in order to fulfill a quota for personal and systematic gain. It is already a slap in the face that people going through hardships cannot receive consistent aid from the “powers that be” to maintain the basic human needs such as housing, food and other necessities but to continue to systematically drain folks for the very little resources we do have left is like bolting the coffin closed. 

Some of these city workers who go around with untouchable attitudes contributing to the criminalization of poor folks with impunity take pride in knowing that they have the power to make a person’s life more difficult, or easier if you happen to be a relative of theirs and they are able to get away with abusing their so-called authority. These “agents of the state” should be held accountable for disregarding protocols just to fill a quota at the people’s expense. Too many livelihoods have been destroyed due to systematic greed and the lack of human compassion and unfortunately, this is an inhumane society. And the saddest part of all is this “Sssystem” is never short of employees without a conscience who would happily take part in the agenda of oppressing a nation, just as long as a paycheck is attached to the bullwhip. 

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By Queennandi Xsheba PNN KEXU

In recent news there have been several reports of children who have gone missing and in one story two children, Sean Fang, 1 and Winnifred Fang, 4 were found safe in San Francisco after their father was carjacked while making deliveries. Although we are all thankful that the Fang family was reunited, our hearts still hurt for the children who vanished without a trace and have unfortunately slid through the cracks. 

Even during the hurricane Katrina catastrophe an exodus of children- especially of color had disappeared and some are still missing to this very day, many did not receive any news coverage and because we live in a biased society where race and class determines the priority of a life we will never know their names. The same could be said with the countless number of kids who were separated from their families and placed into inhumane camps in the attempt to have a better life on the soil of this “great nation”

The December 21, 2020 disappearance of brothers Orson and Orrin West, ages 3 and 4 years old from California City, Ca had hardly any media coverage regardless of the suspicions of foul play being a factor while in the care of their adoptive parents Jacqueline and Trezell West. 

Antoine Whitley, the African-decsendant teenager who was put out of a rideshare on the Richmond bridge due to an alleged drug-infused paranoia of being kidnapped has been missing for several weeks now has the “drug-infused” stigma branded on him by mainstream media and the painfully obvious fact that his life will not be a “top priority” but just one less Black kid Amerikkka has to worry about.

14-year old Katlin Gallaread has been missing since Feb 17th from the Fillmore district in which she resided and her family has since protested in front of the police station for the lack of interest in her case. Whether Katlin was taken against her will or ran away from home is unclear but one thing is clear and that is- BLACK LIVES DO NOT MATTER! If our lives did matter then why did most of the fliers of Katlin and Antoine have since been torn down from public view?

We as a community are left to be the ones who prioritize our children’s lives and not allow for those who do not care for their well being to continue to stigmatize our village in a negative form that spearheads the bias reasons why our youth’s disappearances are of no importance.

Going back into time with the case of the Atlanta child murders, it took for several children to be killed and plenty of hell-raising from the community before this “great nation” had decided to take notice. Parents and other adults in the village had taken the “self-determination” route by escorting the children to the school bus stops and standing guard whenever the youth were present. Today, we must follow the same protocols to protect our children by any means necessary from the dangers of sex-trafficking and other elements out in this insane world. We must no longer put all of our eggs in one basket by having faith in an unjust system run by folks with the “complexion protection” who continue to treat us less than humans.

Because we too have the right to protect our children and to see to it that our precious babies make it home.

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By Queennandi Xsheba PNN KEXU

After the shooting in San Francisco’s Western Addition on March 16th, I struggled hard with trying to keep my body from trembling due to trauma and prevent my mind from exploding as I re- lived the past neighborhood gun battles that resulted in even me, personally losing loved ones as I closed my eyes, I revisioned all of their bodies falling down around me like blood-stained dominoes. The gunshots that rang out shattering the chilly, still but yet quiet night sounded like huge cannons in the confederate war. Earlier reports of the shooting had stated that there were no fatalities, however a female bystander was allegedly grazed by a stray bullet but fortunately she escaped serious injury.

On March 17th- less than 24 hours after the shooting that happened the night prior, more gunshots had sounded off from a moving vehicle shortly after noon. Although the intended target had managed to avoid being shot, myself, the groundskeeper of the Plaza East housing “complex” and another bystander were within several feet of harm’s way. Unharmed but yet shaken, the three of us just looked at each other in disbelief with the same thought in mind- like “What the hell is going on here!?” Afterwards, the police showed up five minutes later than the response time it would have taken to attend to the more affluent neighborhoods, regardless of it being a police station- just 3 blocks away from the scene and as of to date, it is unknown if the police have any confirmed suspects pertaining to either case in custody.

Violence, especially in Black/Brown/Multi-cul(tural) neighborhoods is a common thread amongst us “traumatized common folks” unfortunately due to Ignorance, oppression, depression, the inability to de-escalate a heated situation and “unacknowledged, untreated generational pain and rage”... Add to the mix the layers of a pandemic and the inconsistency of aid to prevent the masses from going into more deeper famine then you have the perfect recipe for a nationwide disaster with no recovery date in sight.

One would ask…. What is the connection? The violence of poverty comes in many forms and not just contained amongst the “hood violence” we see on the news all of the time. “The violence of poverty” can be committed by politicians who support and sign into law inhumane protocols that harm and kill folks just as well as the negative elements and so-called “gangstas” who contribute to the toxicity that sicken our communities.

For example...

The previous reports show that evictions have contributed to several new cases of covid-19- close to 400,00 cases to be clear. There have been many organizations all across the country  petitioning The Prez, Joe Biden to revise the eviction moratorium that is set to expire in just a few weeks.

When it comes down to the new relief bill recently signed into effect, there was little to no mention of a budget reserved for the housing crisis which threatens the millions of people who face eviction and if Prez Biden doesn't grant an extension to the eviction moratorium the floodgates of eviction is sure to open up and saturate this nation. The American Rescue Plan Act includes $1,400 per person (including dependents) , the continuance of $300 per week in unemployment benefits, and an increase in the child tax credit, up to $3,600 per child. There is over 400 billion set aside to aid city, state, small businesses, transit, healthcare, food assistance, and childcare. 14 billion dollars has been reserved to cover the shortcomings stemming from the airline industry during the pandemic. What about the housing crisis? No money to make sure folks' health is not being jeopardized by being forced out onto the streets??... Once again, the violence of poverty.

After the third round of “hunger stimulation” payments run dry, then what? It will be a very long, hard struggle without consistent aid going to those who will continue to endure hardships on a day-to-day, month- to- month basis. What happens then? The crime rate will continue rising to over-alarming levels because the seedy and the common citizens alike will eventually surrender to the temptation to fraction a law or two in order to survive.This is not by any means an excuse to fraction the laws, but a “default due to oppression” - This is the violence of poverty.

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