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My Truth

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul 

 

I am AudreyCandyCorn A Grieving Yet Breathing Mother, the black woman is a goddess with a little g Noooooo blaspheming you see.

I Birthed a Nation and although I attempt to do the very best that I can with what I have, the pressure of the world is always on my shoulders.

I am the least protected, the most disrespected, but yet I find a way to shine. Because everything that I need is already inside of me, it's inside my DNA. 

You see I don't have to do the change, I am the change, I simply just have to be.

Doesn't that sound Wonderful, very Powerful and Affirming even. At least that's what I tell myself.  Life is what you make it.

We all have options and choices. I choose to Live versus simply exist. I struggle with depression & Have severe anxiety attacks.

 

Every morning when I wake up, I tell myself this. And not only do I tell myself this, but I own it because I understand that I have the power to shift energy… 

Life Is Unpredictable And No Matter How Much i Planned, life has A Way Of unraveling My Agenda… 

I've Always for the most part Been An Optimistic Person…   

My whole life I've Looked at the GLASS HALF WAY FULL vs. EMPTY…

The Great Langston Hughes Puts It Best: "Life for Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair "

 

Growing Up in West Oakland California Has Been A Struggle, being That it is ONE of the Most Violent Cities in the World.  My Boston Bookie Savey Morphinea calls My Town "Oakland Iraq." She's Right. The Citizens Are Always On Attack in War Mode..."it's a State of Emergency " No One Is Safe. This is Where My PTSD is Developed And my newest disorder unbenounced to me -- Depression. I was in Denial one day when I looked up and I was surrounded by a heap of piles everywhere...piles of books, piles of clothes piles of paper with the underlining trail of trash... 

My Lord...

How did I get HERE? The dishes are piled up, I'm hungry and I can't remember the last time I ate. Who is responsible for this? It was as though I had snapped out of a spell... I was responsible for this.

 

December 20th, 2015, my life Drastically changed. My oldest son, My first born Torian Dajour Hughes Was Killed 5 days Before Christmas, Leaving Me And His 2 Brother's Amir and Ziair Behind to ReDiscover ourselves. Life has never been the same since… 

 

It's been 3 years and 3 months Torian was Robbed and Killed, Being His Brothers’ Keeper. All 3 boys, born 5 years Apart, were VERY CLOSE, Very loving toward Each Other. The Boys Made a pact With one another Before Torian Died. The Boys Said they Would Always Be Each Others KEEPER and Not Only Would They Keep each other on the Right TRACK

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The Pain in my Heart

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul 

 

I tried to pretend as if it wasn't there if I ignored it then it doesn't exist...

I can suppress this feeling, it's Mind Over Matter, self control...

Or Is It...

How does one get over the pain... Suppressing Hurt Ain't Working... On the inside I am Fonken... 

Boiling Lava Streaming Out My urethra...

Emotions Are High... poisoning levels are heightened... 

Oooh the Hurt Oh my God the Pain, Toxic, i STINK...

My Body is traumatized and it's coming out of my skin, through my pores out into the atmosphere...

What a Wicked Stench...

I'm Tainted... And it's all your Fault

You Silenced me... the Fuckin Pain of my Hurt is Still Here... 

My soul and Spirit Is secreting the fouls of my ailment...

Ailment, My BROKEN Layered, BETRAYED HEART...

My Spirit Needs A CLEANSING. regurgitating

Is the Best Fix...

I'm THROWING UP WHAT MAKES ME FEEL BAD Releasing Myself Of the Silence,

Ignoring The Pain in My HEART ❤ Has Created A hygiene problem FOR MY BODY Real True Story

Better Out than In...

i will not hold It in...

Addressing the Hurt and pain inside me Is What Took The SMELL AWAY

Damn surreal...

 

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I Knew Her...She Knew Her Better

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul 

 

I know her I know her very well I was there when she was born i was there for her first Christmas dinner I was there for her first birthday I was there for her first Halloween costume I was there for her first prom date I was there in the Bleachers ROOTING U ON AT THE track meet race I was there for her when she took up karate lessons I was there for her first braids extensions I was there for her first head of weave I was there for her first date I was one of the first people she can fight it in when she got pregnant I was there when she had the child little Aaron I was there when she had her second child Aarayah I was there when she got her first apartment and now She is a full-fledged adult only a few Years Apart I Shielded You I Was Loyal to YOU Would Lay Down my Life For You

We Grew Up  together I Looked Out For You... It Was My Honor above Duty... I am A thoroughbred... I was BORN into this Position

All i know is to Execute my position defend the bloodline by any means necessary...  

In Due Time The Family Will GROW extended Family Will Attach Themselves... watch out blood is thicker than water and now that we are grown I realize some of that extended family Has low vibrations Lurking to devour

Never in a Million Years Would i of Thought SHE would Betray Me And Choose A Blind EYE my cousin's baby daddy nephew set my son up to be Robbed. My Son Was Killed and My 1st Cousin's 2 Sister's Flesh of my Flesh Have turned they backs forsaking the bloodline for a fake invitation extension connected through semen and legs... Let them Rot in Hell  I Denounce you From the BloodLine, 

All the time I thought i Knew Her / But She knew her Better... Family Betrayal in it's Finest Mission  ABORT Duties Not applicable MayDay Mayday Green Eyed Birdy Going Down Roger That Copy Over And OUT... 

I Repeat i thought I knew her But Who Knew Her Better... She knew her Better... Check✔Mate Round 2

 

 

 
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Farewell our DOG

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul

Today snow dog passed away, June 2nd2020

His name was Beanie
she called him Boston
He was much more then a dog, he was and is an extended family member. Boston lived 18 years- that's a long time 4 a dog to live- but this was not any dog
this was a spirit and his sole purpose was to be a companion and confidant and lover to my dear sister
now when I say lover I'm not talkin bestiality I'm talking about unconditional love that is unspoken, untainted, yet felt deeply
This is the experience of a lifetime, to have a spirit come down in a not human form to be on the side of you when you look to the right and left for strength
how special is it when you can't get up, there is an entity there to help motivate you as if it was a push to get up, to have someone in front of you, leading you with Keen Instinct and a Discerning spirit, leading you never into a road of Destruction
how sweet it is to be loved by you Boston beanie
our dear teacup toy spirit
we love you we thank you we honor your existence and all of the love and commitment you have provided for our dear sister snowland savvy savvy morfina friends to the end
family the two of you
a mother and son
powerful tag team
Duo
I guess this is where Opposites attract
what doesn't break you has the potential to make you stronger and what has the potential to make you strong has the same potential to make you weak
the spirit of Beanie AKA Boston will forever live on
well done Boston, mission complete, you executed well and we are grateful for the lessons, grateful for the hearts that you have touched outside of your human master
and so as we release you just to find comfort and bringing you back home yet in another form we know that you will forever be with snow he watched over her on Earth
so watch over her in heaven
farewell our DOG 
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The Unspeakable

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul

The unspeakable there's an elephant in the room we all see it they can even smell it...

Now we have a curfew
Oakland has a curfew
8 p.m. all stores are closed the McDonald's at The Acorn Plaza on 8th Street in Market closes at 6 pm as of May 31st 2020 ...
 
June 1st Riot 2020
1st Kick offof the Year  
The White Folks Marched up to The White House with Guns Ordering Things go back to The way they were ...
It was a mob kkk were in the mist 
No body Got  hurt or Hauled to Jail 
 this is how I know things are kicking into gear Freedom As We Knew It soon will be in the past ... 
George Floyd was murdered by police officers to be exact
A Knee  Was Placed on to the Brother's Neck While his Hands Where in his pocket 
However the Blue uniforms are a GANG corrupted by Evil and on a mission order to kill black people of all ages ...
there's an elephant in the room you can hear it making noise shuffling its feet with A Long gated memory of victims
 
The tear gas is being shot directly into the faces of peaceful Silent protesters marching along the side of the elephant.
Corona is in the air covid-19 is spreading the masses are touching and breathing in each other's air...
In the Name of George Floyd We BUCK AGAINST The 6 feet distant ordinance as quickly as it surface
Us people are rejecting it 
standing together even closer hand-in-hand willing to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to their fellow brother and sisters standing on the front line and the sidelines of the back lines ...
And Guess What i Found to be True...
The Police Couldn't Control or Stop the Crowd  They Were Out NUMBERED BY THE THOUSANDS LEAD BY the Youth Of OAKLAND ... Nothing Could be enforced by them cops But An Ass kickin Of a Stampede By the People
Grinding their sculls into the Ground like Grit Blown by the Wind We Have Had Enough...
3 Savage Killing's of 2 black men and One Woman...
There's An Elephant in the room and She's  Giving Birth The Sirens Are Nearing There's A Calling For a Blood Bath But this time Its Your Blood Not ours
Rise up Children,  Pray Mother Warriors, Get Up and Fight Father's Dare To Live My Uncle's And Brother's Be the Change you dare to See ... You Know We NEED 
 
The Time is Now The Birth is Nearing It's A New Day ... 
 
A Power Shift ... 
 
No Sir You Do Not Mr President Get to Dictate my Movements
The Government I Do Not Consent to your Governorship Over me and My Pride of a Village or Land ... 
 
Mother Earth does not belong to you and I am a free agent NEVER Have You Paid Me for my labor 
AND you STILL Reaping the benefits Of My People's service's...
you still reap the benefits for free, leaving my children and grandchildren to starve while your children and grandchildren EAT UP ALL the greasy fatty Meats Hording the BONE From Me Tossing It to A Roaming Dog Circling a 5G Tower ...
 
You Rather Feed the Dog And Shoot My Species FOR a Fun sport...
 
Cause Black lives Don't MATTER 
 
Torian  Ziair and Amir Are the Animals LET YOU TELL IT ...
 
When Will the Silence Break Through The Noise
There's  More than One Elephant And We Never were in a Room 
 
The Unspeakable Illusion of the Elephant in the ? 
 
If Corona is As Deadly as They say it is then We should see some Serious DEATH Spikes Cause the World is Rioting And Marching  ....
 
Rebellion Is Sweeping the Nation
The lies
All the Terror and pumped up Fear To manipulate Black and Brown People 
 
And for what ? Greed and Power ...
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Target Hidden in Plain Sight

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul

All I could see was red and blue and white lights piercing through the light .

GOD'S natural light.
As I began to panic, the sun was setting. I looked behind me. I looked in front of me, and I was trapped. I then look to the right then to the left. All of a sudden it's dark. That quick. Cars are lined up, and as I'm looking, I hear a voice say,
"Busta -u-turn then,"
I see two cars busting u-turns, the police is coming after the car. They  See Us/Me  Turning away from their Direction .
I was not the leader but was second to follow and there was a third car as well. We all seem to have the same idea at the same time. It's now or never.
Either I sit like a sitting Duck to be killed or taunted by the blue uniforms and badges, Or I put my destiny in my own hands taking a risk to Dance with the Devil.
I choose  ....
Let's go; catch me if you can!
I took off cut the lights off I push my foot to the pedal smash the head lowered my seat found a honeycomb hideout entrance going into Mills College in East Oakland,found a spot parked quickly grab my belongings (which was my purse my phone my medicine and paperwork to the car that belongs to me) I slam the door took a pause to look around to see where I was at and then,
I ran 
I ran right into the dark with the light of the moon now lightly giving me Vision to see the bushes ahead, so I took off.
Into the bushes I go.
I decided it was going to be me or my car and I refuse for it to be me if the police or security come and that car appears to be left on the property they might tow it.
The car won't come back to me or my name because I just got it..
 
Then Coronavirus came into play and I haven't been able to go to the DMV because they shut it down along with the courts and everything else but folks still got to get around to buy food and get staple necessities while we quarantine.
 
I could smell my own sweat as well as feel the droplets run down my neck and I was breathing hard and scared to death
I felt like a slave and the slave master was after me.
I hadn't done nothing wrong I'm a law-abiding citizen I've never been to jail. I haven't a CDC or pfn number attached to my name or social security number, so why am I hiding in the bushes of Mills College?
All I can think of is George Floyd and the current situation we are dealing with in 2020. I think of Emmett Till and his mother. I think of Harriet Tubman. I Think of Kenika Jenkins. I think of my son torian dajour Hughes and finally I think of Reverend dr. Martin Luther King and dr. Sebi even my baby brother Victor mcelhaney come to mind. And last but not least I begin to think of my own encounters having guns to my and my Childrens' head by the  police. 
I begin to feel the physical pains of the Asian police that beat me up for no reason...
I was Reliving It,
Phantom pains they call it....
I am triggered and now I know why the Black man run when they see the police...
It's Totally involuntary all I can think of is if they find me what is going to happen to my body will I be found with my Green Eyes And organs intact...
Is the Dogs  Coming?
Should I hide in plain sight or totally bury myself incognito blending in with the tree's leaves dirt and bushes... 
What is it about me that has seemed to be a magnet of police brutality Is it my half-breed look? Could it be my physicalyl intimidating size of 98 lb? or is it my gender ....
America hates the mothers that birth the children of tomorrow's engineers, future leaders but it goes even deeper than that this is a spiritual warfare and we all are under attack
It's almost like you're damned if you do you're damned if you don't... Parts of me could not think clearly I was Desperately Seeking a exit route...
I was frozen
In my mind History Was Being Replayed
Racing thoughts of different Unfair circumstances of my history I am Faced With
In Current Times, Present Abuse of power and Authority...
I am A whitens to It...
They just found an Noose at lake Merritt...
The Police Are killing Us For the Sport of Kill Me A Nigga Nigger Watermelon Lover With A Lace Front and Dreads...
Is the Target Hidden in plane Sight....
To be Continued...
Audreycandycorn Grieving Yet Breathing Mother 
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You Made It

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul 

 

The day was calm, the boys and I where still on cloud 9  

 

Amir's birthday quarantine was a success. Our family and extended family were able to join through telephone calls and via a new system we navigate called Zoom...

 

His birthday was June 6th, 2020, caught right in the middle of George Floyd's riot

 

The downtown streets and buildings had spray paint all covering them 

 

I was a little worried about our location, celebrating Amir's life while grieving the Loss of another black man's life...

 

(Triggering)

Senselessly being killed by the police is NOT THE Reminder we want Etched in Our Memories for Amir's 17th Birthday.

 

Surely He Deserves An Escape,  A Break, A Time Out For A BREATHER.

 

After All 17 is A HUGE BIG DEAL.

In Our Culture Black Males Don't Make it.

 

We made the best of it and we had a really good time, the BIG 17. 

WE bought all types of treats and food to sustain Amir and his quarantine guests.

 

They stayed at the Marriott downtown Oakland, which I found to be funny because a month before we had protested the San Francisco prestigious Marriott

 

We managed to Make it into the newspaper, our actual faces...Lol

 

I had booked my son's quarantine Man Cave, before we protested

 

On a Side Bar the levels, 

Various levels,

We're often faced with

And 

 

Often it's bittersweet. It is Important That We do our part by  bringing attention to current issues that affect are black and brown people, yet somehow, we are able to free ourselves from the oppression...

 

It's not always easy but we have to find a medium and so we have had the opportunity to have the best of both worlds... 

 

I Am Grateful For the Life of my Son Amir Xavior Askcary Cornish, 

I am Grateful  for All the Lessons Stored in Him As Gifts To me,

I Am Grateful To know God Has Gifted Me to Him in Return. 

I Love  You Son Happy Birthday  

You Made it... 

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Houseless, Indigenous, Disabled Youth & Elders "Tour" Stolen Land, Culture & Ancestors at UC Berkeley

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Houseless, Indigenous, Disabled Youth & Elders "Tour" Stolen Land, Culture & Ancestors at UC Berkeley on the 5th of May 

What: Stolen Land/Hoarded Resources Tour thru Academia

When: 3pm Wednesday, May 5th

Where: Launched at Hearst Museum on UC Berkeley Campus 

“As racist statues are falling and names are falling to the wayside we gather to walk and pray as a community to lift up the voices of our ancestors, to give voice to the voiceless and to call into accountability the institutions that continue to be the gatekeepers.”

-Corrina Gould, Ohlone/Lisjan land liberator, prayer-bringer and Co-Founder of Sogorea Te Land Trust  

The Stolen Land/Hoarded Resources Tours were launched on MamaEarth Day in 2016 by indigenous, Houseless, Disabled Black, Brown and Poor Youth, adults and Elders who "Toured" through gated, poLiced, Guarded and protected neighborhoods of extreme wealth from Park Avenue to SillyCon Valley. The tours are loosely based on the Bhoodan Movement of India launched by Vinoba Bhave, who walked through India asking wealthy "land-owners" to gift their land back to landless peoples.

Walk with Indigenous, Black, Brown, Houseless & Disabled Peoples as we lay down prayers, share the medicine of Radical redistribution and ComeUnity reparations, and reclaim Culture, Land, Ancestors, neighborhoods, and Knowledge that has been Warehoused, Displaced, Incarcerated and/or Stolen by extractive institutions of knowledge production. 

"UC Berkeley and UC Hastings are actively gentrifying, displacing and removing low-income, disabled and elder tenants and houseless people who have nowhere else to go under the guise of the Dorm Industrial Complex. The roots of this removal and extraction lie in Museums of Anthro-Wrong-Ology like the Hearst Museum.”  

-Lisa Tiny Gray-Garcia, formerly houseless Co-Founder of POOR Magazine and Homefulness and author of Growing Up Homeless in America.

"Many of us houseless UC students have nowhere else to stay, that's who UC Berkeley is displacing with their removal plans at Peoples Park." 

-Marci, one of hundreds of unhoused students at UC Berkeley staying part-time at People’s Park

“It was my refuge, a place where folks like me, like us, the homeless, could gather and eat, sleep, converse and find common ground. People's park was a society among society, a hub of resources, clothes, food, shelter, a place where poor and Houseless peoples are greeted by organizations, who came there to reach people where they are.”

-Aunti Francés Moore, Black Panther and Founder of Self-Help Hunger Program, povertySkola, author with POOR Magazine and Co-Founder of Homefulness 

This is not a protest, this is about sharing the medicine of redistribution and community reparations because we are all in a crisis of scarcity, land stealing and wealth-hoarding and need to understand there is a different way to live and walk interdependently.

Co-sponsored by POORmagazine/PrensaPobre, Indians Organizing for Change, Krip Hop Nation, SFBayview Newspaper. All ComeUnities welcome to walk with us/co-sponsor/pray and/or speak. 

COVID Protocol will be followed. Masks provided and social distancing adhered to.

Previous Stolen Land/Hoarded Resources Tours 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=489FkHJQWxs&t=91s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5NFtYpE64s&t=6s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kb-N1FCWAdY&t=57s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE0j6baUl1g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxHj4zzCmWk

 

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Change Won't Come from a Savior, a Pimp or an Institution...

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Poor/houseless/indigenous youth, families, and elders share models of landless peoples' self-determination, Po'Lice-free land liberation, revolutionary media, and art.

What: Poor/houseless/indigenous peoples "tour" Turtle Island with medicine of Homefulness, media, poetry, workshops, books, and "How to Not Call Po'Lice Ever"/"Poverty Scholarship" readings

When: June 5th-13th 

Where: So-called Washington -- Tacoma, Olympia, Seattle, and possibly more...

POOR Magazine is a poor and indigenous people-led art, culture, and liberation movement. Our multi-generational, multi-cultural houseless/indigenous people-led movement will be going on the road to share the urgent medicine of how to build self-determined land movements and take back land and our own knowledge systems and cultures right here in occupied Turtle Island.

We will be going to so-called Washington first, and offering readings and workshops from our newest books "How to Not Call Po'Lice Ever"/"Poverty Scholarship: Poor People-Led Theory, Art, Words, and Tears Across Mama Earth", as well as leading a Stolen Land/Hoarded Resources Tour through wealth-hoarding neighborhoods, museums of Anthro-Wrongology, and Academia to share the urgent medicine of Radical Redistribution and ComeUnity Reparations. And finally, we will be meeting/sharing and teaching poor and houseless people-led media production with fellow unhoused comeUnity in that territory so they can launch their own media hubs like POOR Magazine's street-based media projects.

We are inviting all organizations to co-sponsor, host us for a book reading, performance, or workshop, or walk with us in the Stolen Land Tour. Below are links of Stolen Land Tours we have done before and information about our books and work.

 

Links to some of our Stolen Land Tours which were launched on MamaEarth Day 2016:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=489FkHJQWxs&t=91s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5NFtYpE64s&t=6s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kb-N1FCWAdY&t=57s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE0j6baUl1g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxHj4zzCmWk

 

Links to books:

How to Not Call Po'Lice Ever 

Poverty Scholarship: Poor People-Led Theory, Art, Words, and Tears Across Mama Earth

Po' People's Survival Guide thru COVID-19 and the Virus of Poverty 

 

Children's books:

When Mama and Me Lived Outside

The Hard Worker (Trabajador Fuerte)

Krip Hop Nation Graphic Novel 

Decolonewz - Newspaper led by youth in poverty for everyone ( available in paper form only) 

 

Workshops: 

See this link

 

Po' Peoples Radio Broadcasts:

See this link

 

More info on Homefulness:

See this link and www.poormagazine.org/homefulness

 

Articles on this from the SF Bay View and POOR Magazine:

Stealing our Last Acre and One Remaining Mule

Selling our Homes to Private Investors

Public Housing Privatization

The Privatization

From Privatization to Reparations

Section 8 and Public Housing at Risk

 

"Change Won't Come from a Savior, a Pimp or an Institution..."

Poor/houseless/indigenous youth, families, and elders share models of landless peoples' self-determination, Po'Lice-free land liberation, revolutionary media, and art.

What: Poor/houseless/indigenous peoples "tour" Turtle Island with medicine of Homefulness, media, poetry, workshops, books, and "How to Not Call Po'Lice Ever"/"Poverty Scholarship" readings

When: June 5th-13th 

Where: So-called Washington -- Tacoma, Olympia, Seattle, and possibly more...

 

POOR Magazine is a poor and indigenous people-led art, culture, and liberation movement. Our multi-generational, multi-cultural houseless/indigenous people-led movement will be going on the road to share the urgent medicine of how to build self-determined land movements and take back land and our own knowledge systems and cultures right here in occupied Turtle Island.

We will be going to so-called Washington first, and offering readings and workshops from our newest books "How to Not Call Po'Lice Ever"/"Poverty Scholarship: Poor People-Led Theory, Art, Words, and Tears Across Mama Earth", as well as leading a Stolen Land/Hoarded Resources Tour through wealth-hoarding neighborhoods, museums of Anthro-Wrongology, and Academia to share the urgent medicine of Radical Redistribution and ComeUnity Reparations. And finally, we will be meeting/sharing and teaching poor and houseless people-led media production with fellow unhoused comeUnity in that territory so they can launch their own media hubs like POOR Magazine's street-based media projects.

We are inviting all organizations to co-sponsor, host us for a book reading, performance, or workshop, or walk with us in the Stolen Land Tour. Below are links of Stolen Land Tours we have done before and information about our books and work.

 

Links to some of our Stolen Land Tours which were launched on MamaEarth Day 2016:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=489FkHJQWxs&t=91s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5NFtYpE64s&t=6s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kb-N1FCWAdY&t=57s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE0j6baUl1g

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxHj4zzCmWk

 

Links to books:

How to Not Call Po'Lice Ever 

Poverty Scholarship: Poor People-Led Theory, Art, Words, and Tears Across Mama Earth

Po' People's Survival Guide thru COVID-19 and the Virus of Poverty 

 

Children's books:

When Mama and Me Lived Outside

The Hard Worker (Trabajador Fuerte)

Krip Hop Nation Graphic Novel 

Decolonewz - Newspaper led by youth in poverty for everyone ( available in paper form only) 

 

Workshops: 

See this link

 

Po' Peoples Radio Broadcasts:

See this link

 

More info on Homefulness:

See this link and www.poormagazine.org/homefulness

 

Articles on this from the SF Bay View and POOR Magazine:

Stealing our Last Acre and One Remaining Mule

Selling our Homes to Private Investors

Public Housing Privatization

The Privatization

From Privatization to Reparations

Section 8 and Public Housing at Risk

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The Failure of Capitalism

09/23/2021 - 13:50 by Anonymous (not verified)
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By Bad News Bruce

As everybody knows, the Gulf of Mexico is being polluted by an abandoned mine in Manatee County near Tampa Bay, Florida. This is a part of the story that nobody will tell you. The media will say, “Oh they’re being poisoned by a small company.” But it is not a small company. It is a huge company. 

But what you may not know is that the company that owns the mine is in Pennsylvania. The name of the company is DMV Holdings. DMV Holdings is part of a bigger corporation that is headquartered in the Caribbean. But what right does a Pennsylvania corporation have to do with owning a wastewater containment pond that could poison thousands of people? Because it is a greedy company. It is a holding company due to an abandoned mine.

DMV Holdings is a holding company. What is a holding company? If you’re bankrupt, a holding company will buy you. They are like a holding ground, like an insurance policy. They buy you out, so you don’t go under. They hold you up until you can take care of yourself. When failing companies are held by holding companies, you can buy shares of the company for as little as 10 cents a share. And if the company goes bankrupt, then you’ll get a tax break. They want that too. 

This wastewater pond is leaking and could affect the groundwater of over 100,000 people. Thousands of people could be poisoned. In my mind, not only the company but the executives should be put on trial for murder if any person is killed from this. If I personally kill someone, I will be charged with murder. If it’s a corporation, then the executives should be charged. But they never are due to the law that goes back to 1890 that makes a corporation similar to a private individual. The executives will never be charged. 

The idea of the corporation being owned by other corporations is scary to me. They can pay off the executives by giving them one bit coin worth $62,000. No one will see the money because it will be transferred electronically through electronic wallet. Also, it may look like the guys are in jail, but they won’t go to a regular jail. They would go to a white-collar jail. And some of these prisons are more like country clubs than prisons where prisoners are given the cell key. 

Bad News Bruce signing off

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