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The Next Anti-War Movement

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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A first person narrative on Harm Reduction and the War on drugs

by Anna Morrow

I'm walking north on Van Ness headed for the War Memorial building. It's early on a weekday morning; the day is crisp and bright and I'm feeling lucky. I have been granted a full scholarship to attend the 3rd annual Bridging the Gap conference in San Francisco. People from all over the world will be gathering to share information and discuss issues relevant to drug addiction and treatment, from a Harm Reduction perspective. I'm new to the world of Harm Reduction, and as a refugee from the drug wars, am intuitively drawn to learn more about this (not so new) drug treatment model.

I enter the heavy glass and brass doors and am immediately swallowed into the giant marble lobby. My eyes adjust to the dim light and my body stiffens with the drop in temperature. I look around and see many who appear to be, like me, from the front line of the war on drugs, gathering schedules and packets. I press my name tag against my shirt as I follow a thin stream of people walking upstairs. I find a plush seat in the balcony and relax into the expansive hollow of this old theatre. I close my eyes to feel the undercurrent of anticipation swimming up from the seats below. This is hardly a sold-out event, and I have the distinct feeling that I am participating in something cutting-edge; like those of us gathered here today will be seen by those living 50 years from now as “ahead of our time.” I see people of varied races, incomes, and education, and again feel lucky to be among them.

The day begins with an introductory speech from our infamous mayor. I let his words float around my ears without actually grasping at the full message. I don't want to get caught up in my own cynicism before the day has even begun. I applaud when he's finished letting the excitment of the day squash the lingering memory of Wille saying " We are about making life wonderful for everyone!" I clap harder, and remind myself that this is the mayor of the first city in the nation to adopt Harm Reduction as it's official policy.

The first speaker is an older gentleman from Australia named Tony Triningham. With a fuzzy white beard and a round, protruding belly, he looks warm and cuddly, like a big koala bear. We are told that his life work has changed since hgis son Damien died of heroin overdose in 1997. Since then he has been on a mission to eradicate the prejudice and stigma associated with drugs and drug users. It is clear that this man loved his son and still does. He speaks from his heart, and his story resonates and reflects a similar truth for many of us here, I'm sure. Our friends and loved ones are dying, and it hurts. This war on drugs is not working. Our family members are locked up or buried, and our society’s morals around drugs and drug users does not represent the individual realities we are all living.

He has tears in his throat as he prepares to show us slides of his son. As the lights go down we are taken into a world of memories: Damien, tiny and new swaddled tightly in a blanket, at 4 riding his bike and displaying an exaggerated toothless smile, at 7 in his Halloween costume, clutching his bag of candy, at 10 playing soccer, captured in full stride running across the field, at 12 posing with a trophy lifted high above his head, at 18 in his graduation cap and gown, and then at 24, his decomposing body sprawled across the dirty back stairs of a building, dead, with a syringe laying next to him. It is an avoidable collision with truth: we do not wage a war on drugs. We wage a war on people, on our brothers and sisters, wives, husbands and lovers. And on our children.

The lights go back up and I can not disguise my own tears. People around me are sniffling and woman are searching for tissues. he has made his point. The room seems to fill with a silent yet palpable aura of empathy. I can feel it hovering around me and renew my commitment to help end the suffering any way I can. It is past time to end the war on drugs. I am hoping that Harm Reduction will be seen as the anti-war movement of the 21st century.

We are all affected by the devastation of this war. When one addict dies, everyone who ever knew or loved them is affected; lives forever altered by loss and sorrow that can not be undone. People may hate drugs, but we love people who are addicted to these drugs. The horrendous fate of this disease is,
emotional, spiritual and in too many cases, physical death. It is from the bleak, narrow-minded insistence that abstinence be the only acceptable road to recovery, that people are forced to follow the course of thier disease alone. The stigma associated with drug use and the disease of addiction causes homicide.

There is a different value placed on the death of drug addicts. Addicts are forced to pursue their addiction in such secrecy and isolation that they are dead before they can receive any help. Harm Reduction recognizes that a person must first be kept alive if there is any hope for recovery. Where there is life there is hope. Harm Reduction sees the reduction of drug-related fatalities as a primary goal, not neccesarily abstinence.

After the presentations in the auditorium, the conference participants are given a selection of more intimate workshops to choose from. I consider attending Fundamental Principles of Harm Reduction, but instead choose Facilitating Group Process in Harm Reduction.

The small room is a welcome contrast to the enormous auditorium we had been in all morning. I take a seat towards the front and study the faces of the people filing in. How many here are recovering addicts like me? More than half, I suspect. Almost everyone else is probably a drug counselor or therapist or nurse.

A tall, slender woman with salty-dark, shoulder-length hair steps to the front of the room. On a flip chart she draws a straight line in blue marker, then divides the line in half. "This is the way abstinence based treatment programs view addiction," she explains. “Addicted/ Not Addicted. Which, in terms of illegal drugs, equates to Use/Not Use. This model leaves very little room or opportunity for improvement, progress and success in treatment, and sees abstinence as it's main goal.”

“Harm Reduction, on the other hand, sees drug use as existing along a continuum, with many points along a spiral.” She pauses to flip to a new sheet and draws a spiral. On the very outer point she writes, “No Use.” On the very center point she writes, “Chaos.” Unlike the black-and-white approach of the abstinence model , Harm Reduction believes that drug uses ranges from “no use” to “chaos,” with 5 points in between: Experimental, Occasional, Recreational- (where there will be some pattern and purpose to the use)- Heavy, and then Abuse. For Harm Reduction, abstinence is seen as one of many options beneath the umbrella of treatment options.

Having illustrated these basic differentiations between the two schools of thought, she is ready to address the therapeutic components of Harm Reduction. The group therapy setting is intended to provide non-judgmental support without demands or pre-conceived expectations. Addicts are treated with dignity and respect and are viewed as experts in their own addiction and treatment. The facilitator is seeking to help the individual determine a goal, help them identify behaviors that may be hindering progress towards that goal, then managing or eliminating that behavior. In all instances therapy is facilitated- not enforced- and individuals are not coerced into meeting outside expectations.

I can't help but think that if Harm Reduction had been available to me I could have saved myself years of self-destruction. As it was, there was no place to take myself in the early phases of relapse that could have provided a safety net to my inevitable fall from grace. My therapist at the time (whom I had been seeing for some 4 years out of 8 years of clean time) was unable to engage in covert treatment with me while I was using. We had a close relationship and so I, in my typical caretaking manner, was unwilling to jeopardize her ethically or legally by insisting that she see me anyway. So I left.

It was clear to me that I was being "bad" by using and the only way for me to reclaim my previous status as a “good client" was to stop using. I chose to be bad; I was sucked willingly and somewhat gratefully into the familiar relief of drug addiction. Even though I had worked so hard to rebuild my life, one day at a time for so many years, the minute the drugs hit my system I was more than happy to leave it all behind. Once sincerely devoted to my recovery, my loyalty had instantaneously shifted back to drugs. I knew where that road would inevitably lead me: nowhere at best, or, more likely, to self-inflicted, self-destruction. But I didn't want to stop. As long as I could get high, I didn't care.

When I was forced to forsake the valuable and supportive relationship with my therapist, I entered the mouth of the dragon alone. There simply was no other option for me then. I imagine for a moment how it might have been to come to a supportive, non-judgmental group while my life was unraveling. How would it have been to have someone near by as the slow erosion of my life took place? Could some of the pain been avoided if I had been eligible for treatment and services regardless of my active drug use? Instead, I slipped further and further down into the marginalized world of drug addiction. I was engaging in criminal activity – I was a criminal- and the negative consequences of identifying as an addict far outweighed the benefits of seeking treatment. As long as I was using, I had to make sure know one from the outside found out.

Isolation is a toxic by-product of the war on drugs. How obvious it seems to me that to remove the stigma associated with drug use is to free those struggling with addiction to seek treatment and support. for many years I lived a double life. I spent much of my energy attemting to conceal my drug use from the people around me. I had managed to lie so effectively to others that I failed to realize the lies I was telling myself. This created a deep denial that made treatment for early recovery very difficult.

Looking around the room, I wonder how many others had been forced to get clean in the white-knuckle, cold-turkey, grip-of-death way that I did. How many others not here died before that time came? And why should it be so hard to get help? The cruelty of forcing people with a disease to go through so much suffering enrages me. In our society’s unwillingness to confront the basic facts of this disease, such as relapse as a normal and expected component of recovery, we are shunning our fellow human being into a corner with fatal consequences.

The day ends with a panel discussion about the recently passed Proposition 36, which is intended to divert non-violent drug offenders from incarceration into drug treatment. The voters in California passed this legislation by a landslide, perhaps pointing to the collective renouncing of the hypocrisy and ignorance of the war on drugs.How can marijuane, for which there has been no reported case of human death from overdose be on the arbitrary list of illegal drugs, when alchol, which has an annual death toll in the US alone of tens of thousands, be excluded?

The annual arrest of nearly a million and a half people suspected for drug offenses, most of those for simple possession of small quantities, is frightening evidence of far we have traveled down the wrong road. In California alone, 23 prisons have been built in the last 15 years at a cost of 4.2 billion, with still more under construction. Reports show that for every dollar spent on quality treatment, up to 7 dollars are saved in the broader society in law enforcement and health care costs. If this new law is implemented with minimal corruption of its intentions, 1.5 billion dollars in prison costs alone could be saved over the next 5 years.

I leave the conference hopeful that we are on the cusp of a pardigm shift. California voters spoke up to say we are no longer willing to see our friends, families and loved ones locked up without first offering them a chance to get their lives together, outside of prison walls. Harm Reduction offers a realistic, effective and compassionate way to begin healing the destruction caused by the war on drugs.

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A True Story

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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How the mainstream media convicted an immigrant mother of infanticide

by PNN staff

The following is about a story that was investigated by the Poverty Journalism class at POOR. The reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle who broke the story manipulated the story to make it seem as though a murder was committed. In a later, tiny back-page story, we saw that the first Chronicle report was incorrect.

1st article; MOM KILLED HER OWN BABY

2nd article;Charges dropped against mother of baby

Process of investigation; The story was analyzed by the class, questions were raised to be answered as we gathered more information. Two letters were sent to Ping Du’s attorney to request more information. Other calls to the jail for more information were made also. Asian activist agencies were contacted to see if they could help Ping Du.

One of the student journalists has written his interpretation of the Ping Du story. We for now have not heard the last of Ping Du.

Ping Du, Who Needs to Have Her Story Told

By Vlad Pogorelov

An Asian woman dressed in an orange jumpsuit sits on a small narrow bed in her rat-infested cell. She stares at a leaky ceiling from which rusty water drips onto the cement floor, drop after drop. The cell is 6x4 feet, has no windows and through a door composed of thick metal bars she can see a segment of gray wall and piece of dirty tile floor. There is a small toilet in the corner and a sink on the opposite side. A large, German cockroach appears from underneath the sink and makes his way to a water faucet. The insect drinks plenty of water and then slowly returns back from where he came. The woman sees him but doesn’t show any interest in him. She just stares at the gray cement wall above the sink hardly seeing anything. Her face is motionless as a Chinese mask. But if you look more closely at her eyes you see a deep despair and enormous emotional pain.

An hour passes. And then another hour. A warden opens a window in a cell door and shoves in an aluminum bowl with some mushy green liquid —split pea soup, perhaps, and a slice of “Wonder” bread. But the prisoner doesn’t touch her lunch. She just sits, motionless, and stares into the space in front of her without even blinking. Another hour passes. Suddenly, the woman jumps up and starts hitting her head against a wall. She does it in a methodical fashion with a split second period in between which is almost synchronized with water dripping from the ceiling. She continues to hurt herself until her face is completely covered with blood and all she can see is a red glare. Finally, she collapses on the floor and cries. A warden enters her room and handcuffs her.

Later, the prisoner is transported into the mental ward of a jail in a neighboring county. She is stripped of her clothes, put into a straight jacket and given a shot of a medication which immediately takes her out of this grim reality and into an infinite blackness. A note on the heavy, thick, glass door, reads “Suicide Watch.” A prison guard is posted to observe the prisoner through the glass door at all times.

But this woman, whose name is Ping Du, is not aware of the guard or her whereabouts. She is dreaming and in her dream she sees herself playing with her little 6-month-old daughter in the back yard of her house up in Daly City. Her husband, together with her 10-year-old son, is nearby preparing a barbecue. It is a Sunday morning and the sun is shining brightly from the blue California sky above. The air is clean and saturated with happiness and joy. Ping Du’s husband calls her name. She leaves her baby on a blanket in the middle of the lawn and walks to her husband. As she approaches him she sees a big shadow sliding through a yard. When she turns back she sees that her baby girl is seized by a giant eagle that carries her away in its claws. Both parents run toward her, but it’s too late. Their baby is gone. Gone forever.

Unable to cope with her nightmare, Ping Du wakes up only to find herself restricted by a straightjacket and a realization that her nightmare is not over, but has only really begun. She tries to move her dry lips to ask for water. When she is finally able to say, “Water! I am thirsty. Water, please!” the guard doesn’t understand her—Ping Du has spoken in her native Cantonese. And so she stays thirsty, deeply affected by the despair of her situation in which, within a matter of a few hours, she lost her 9-month-old child, was accused of murder and incarcerated.

I first heard about Ping Du when the San Francisco Chronicle, on it’s front page, reported the sensational news Mom Killed Her Own Baby. From that article I’ve learned that this 36 year-old mother of two, an immigrant from China, was accused of murdering her 6-month-old baby girl while giving her a bath. Police, who investigated the drowning of Jiawen Young, became suspicious because paramedics were not immediately. Almost immediately Ping Du, who does not speak English, was arrested and put into San Mateo county jail, where, stricken by grief, the immigrant mother had a nervous breakdown. Following deterioration in her mental condition she was transferred into the psychiatric facility at Santa Clara County Jail. When I called the jail in order to schedule an interview with her, I was told that she was inaccessible at the time. “By the way,” an information officer added, “she would require a Mandarin translator, which we could not provide to you.” Apparently her jailers did not even know what her real language was. I was advised to call back the next week. It was clear to me that Ping Du was caught up in an inhumane legal system, uncaring about her tragedy. When I called Santa Clara County Jail the next week I was told that she was no longer there. “She was released to another county,” an officer informed me. “Do you mean that she was released? Perhaps on bail?” I asked. “Oh, no sir. I just told you that she was not released, but released to another county into another jail.”

As I investigated her story more, I learned that when Daly City Sgt. Donald Griggs questioned Ping Du, she did not have an appropriate translator and, considering that her 6-month old baby just drowned in a bathtub as result of accident, she naturally blamed herself for the tragedy. Without proper facts to back up his story, the Chronicle’s reporter Jonathan Curiel immediately fired up an article which was written in the best traditions of yellow journalism, in which he essentially accused the grief-stricken mother of nothing less than a premeditated murder. The Chronicle, following the “if it bleeds, it leads” logic of the mainstream press, published his report on its front page, titled Mom Killed her Own Baby.

The reader can see the word “alleged” is not in the title- and when reading the second, smaller back page article, it is easy to see how this report was manipulated by the reporter. As well, Ping Du’s reputation and that of her family was permanently stained if not destroyed, and her older son was taken into a protective custody.

A few weeks passed and I got the news that Ping Du finally had her day in court, where she was represented by public defender Kevin Nowack. The falsity of the premature conclusions and accusations came to light, and Ping Du’s charge was reduced to involuntary manslaughter. Her bail was set at $50,000. Unfortunately, because her husband Zheng Yang was the only provider for their family, there was no money for her bail. As a result of poverty she remains a prisoner.

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HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CONVICTED OF A DRUG OFFENSE?

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Federal Student Aid policies deny student loans to students who have been convicted of a drug offense.

by Alison VanDeursen

I always thought it was a strange question. Tucked between queries about my interest in "work-study" and of my tax return and income (or lack thereof), Question 35 asks bluntly, "Have you ever been convicted of any drug offense?" I haven't, and though I've found it puzzling, I'm usually in a rush to meet some deadline. So I just check "No" and move on through the Federal Student Aid forms without considering the racist and classist implications of this question.

I went "back to school" four years ago, a change in my life made possible by Federal Student Aid. The grants and low-interest loans have funded my San Francisco State University tuition, as well as my books and some living expenses. I've been able to get by financially working only part-time, allowing me to concentrate on my education full-time each semester. I will be graduating this month- if I get about 15 papers done this week- with skills and experience that I will be valuable to my self and to my community. Sure, I've smoked marijuana from time to time, though I've never been arrested for it. And so what if I had?

If I had, I've recently learned, I would have been denied my financial aid, and would have been forced to drop out of school. I first read about this in the New York Times this month. Dina Jean Schemo reported that Russell Selker, a student of Ohio State University, was denied financial aid because he had been found guilty of smoking marijuana. He paid his fine, had his driver's license revoked, and was assigned probation and community service. Thinking his debt was paid, Selker was surprised when he received another sort of sentence- a block on his financial aid for college for a year. This punishment was handed down not by a judge, but by a 1998 amendment to the Higher Education Act.

Every six years Congress revises the Higher Education Act of 1965, which was enacted to provided access to education by way of Perkins Loans, Pell-Grants, and other federal student aid. The 1998 revision, signed by President Clinton, contains many provisions lauded by Congress members for making college more accessible to everyone. Yet the HEA drug provision, spearheaded by Mark Souder, R-Ind, punishes those already at-risk of marginalization: low-income people and minorities. These are people who most depend on financial aid to make education possible. These are also the people most often targeted and profiled in the "War on Drugs."

My friend Nicholas, while in college, was cited by a cop for possessing marijuana. Lucky for him, this cop let him go without an arrest. The fact that Nicholas is white and attended an Ivy League university in the northeast probably helped sway the officer- the United States Department of Justice reports that African Americans represent 55 percent of drug convictions, though they make up only 13 percent of drug users! Even if Nicholas had been arrested, he would have received a sort of special treatment. His family did not rely on financial aid to send him to college, and so, unlike a low-income student, he would not have lost his right to an education.

When the question first appeared on Financial Aid Applications, many chose not to answer, and received aid anyway. But Rep. Souder made sure in 1999 that all loopholes were closed, and the question now is followed by a stern warning, "Do not leave this question blank." If left blank, the applicant will not receive aid. If the applicant has had a drug conviction, he or she will lose aid for a period of one year to indefinitely.

The only way around the penalty is to participate in a federally-approved drug rehabilitation program that includes at least two random urine tests. This is again discriminatory- such drug programs can be difficult to access or prohibitively expensive. As well, people convicted of drug offenses are not necessarily addicts in need of rehabilitation. They may, like myself, be occasional or recreational users. I certainly don't see how the Department of Education is qualified to determine whom is in need of drug treatment programs, especially as it is only the poor and working class whom they scrutinize.

I'm sure this law was an easy sell- "We're not going to give hand-outs to druggies!" But students who must answer "Yes" to Question 35 are ineligible for ALL federal funding- this includes "work-study," where a student works on campus to earn money for school, and loans, which must be paid back with interest.

I feel fortunate that I have not been personally penalized by this law and so forced to take a leave from school. As a student who took ten years off from college, I can tell you that momentum is important. The Department of Education reports that over 8,600 students have lost federal aid this school year die to this amendment. It goes without saying that these students are middle and lower income, or else they would not be eligible for assistance in the first place! Wealthy people ARE NOT affected by this legislation, no matter how many drug convictions they may have! And only drug offenses constitute denial of federal aid- no questions are asked about rape, murder, or arson.

Rep. Barney Frank, D-Mass, is at least as outraged by this law as I am! He is reintroducing legislation this year to repeal the HEA drug provision- legislation that failed to pass last year, but with increased awareness, there is hope Question 35 will disappear from the Financial Aid applications before others lose their right to an education. Check out website www.raiseyourvoice.com to send letters to congress and find out more about this issue.

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Sacramento PO' Poets

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Poets and writers from S.H.O.C. (Sacramento Homeless Organizing Coalition)

by Sacramento POOR Poets

To The Policeman

Who Went To Church On Sunday.

I was hungry

and you took away my ID

I couldn’t go to a food locker

I was cold

and you took away my warm clothes and

blankets

I was weary

and you wouldn’t let me rest

I was broken hearted

and instead of giving me comfort you

Showed your contempt

I was lonely

and you wouldn’t give me a kind word

I was frightened

and you terrorized and threatened me

I had had love and compassion

And you showed me hate

I showed you respect

And you treated me as WORTHLESS

I was homeless and you didn’t care

Is this really the way you

want to live your life?

Sunshine/AKA Billeen Pruett

P.S. Not all officers are like this--but for the

Ones who are ____ ____ ____ ____ ____

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Shelter

By Leonore Mathews

Who would know or care

That I needed shelter

as the wind and rain

played games

on the roof of my old

"Chevy"

Winter brought rain drops

from a leaky roof

dripping slowly on the front

seat

Nesting in a sleeping bag

usually warm and comfy

Who would know or care

that me of all creatures

needed shelter.

Early Dawn

by Leonore Mathews

Bring back the dawn soon

but not too late

so dancing black shadows

will fade

as glossy sunbeams kiss

our faces

and we can once more

join the human race

forgetting we are homeless.

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Como Salí Yo....(How I Got Out...)

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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A very low income immigrant family seizes the American dream

by Donna Anderson

My family has known Israel Hernandez, his wife Vitalina and their two daughters Diana and Maria for many years. The first house that Israel refers to below was next door to my grandparents. Israel's life began in a poverty we hardly know in the United States, Third World poverty. With very little education and some dreams that some might call unrealistic, Israel brought his family to the United States to begin a different life.

For his entire career since coming to the United States, Israel has worked in the cotton industry. He has always earned a low wage, taking advantage of the long hours of the harvest to increase his earnings. Israel demonstrates that with speaking very little English, without degrees or even a good wage, one can be successful. His secret? A united family, determination, patience and God as his guide. Israel now has 3 cars, including his favorite project, an old Mercedes, a beautiful home and another home he rents out, all without debt. But I am sure that his inner peace is more valuable than any of his possessions.

Where are you from?

Guapeo, Mexico. In Guapeo, if they killed a chicken, they had a party because they seldom ever killed a chicken. It was a special day.

What were the economic conditions of your childhood like?

They were very sad. We were a family of nine children, with Papa and Mama, we were eleven. Only my father worked and sometimes my older brother. We all could help a little, but never enough. The conditions of my childhood were too sad. We lived in the country. There was a school, but it only went to sixth grade. I was in school. The boys, friends of mine that could, went to study in the nearby town (county seat). They could go there and continue with school.

/ppbWhat did you do after sixth grade?/b/p p/ppI went to work because we needed to live and we had to quit school. /p p /ppbWhat was your work?/b/p p/ppWell, the fields. To be specific, my older sister got married when she was 16 and her husband had a piece of land that he worked and I went with them to work, to help, and it worked out well for me. I remember that we planted and he gave me half of what we harvested. That was a marvelous thing. That was my pay. All that we got from that land was marvelous for me and my family. /p pLiving with my sister and her in-laws.that family had something wonderful among themselves and I liked their way of relating to each other. Later, when I was 16 years old, I received God. I remember a verse that family showed me, "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and its righteousness and all these things will be added unto you." And that is what I did. I believed with my heart that there was a God and He would help me. /p p /ppbWhat were you dreams during that time?/b/p p/ppLike all youth that want a house, want to have a family and want to do better in everything possible. But it seemed like time passed and things didn't change. /p p /ppbHow much time passed?/b/p p/ppAfter I was 24, I got married. I had a wife and two children and things weren't as bad, but they still were not good. My dreams were still unrealized. But I had confidence in God and had hope that they would come true. Then I got another job with the Federal Electrical Commission, but I didn't earn much. Economically, we were still in difficult times. /p p /ppbHow were you able to improve your economic situation? /b/p p/ppDuring that time, I worked with a church group. We were invited and we went to Reynosa for 3 days. In those 3 days, I had the opportunity to go half way across the bridge between Mexico and the United States. I only could see the United States, but there I dreamed again that some day I might be able to go into the United States and that my life might improve. /p pShortly afterwards, the government in Tamaulitas created a tourist pass to the United States that was available to all who lived in Tamaulitas. Thank God my wife and I got one of the passes and we had permission to come to Corpus Christi, to San Antonio, to wherever we could go. /p pI remember that after a hurricane, they were needing workers to help reconstruct what the hurricane had destroyed. That was my first time to come to the States for work. I worked in Corpus. After that, a man from Corpus always called me during the cotton harvest to come and work and I always did, every year. /p pFinally, there was a problem with the friends I worked with in Mexico. It seemed as though they shut the door on me. I made my decision to come to the United States. I really didn't have any other choice. I remember that day in 1980 that we came to live in Corpus Christi and we began a different life in this country. /p pI remember once that we decided that we wanted to buy our first house. We didn't have any money for a down payment, but we were interested in saving money to buy a house. $20 a week, we put aside. We needed those $20 for other things, for going out and eating, but we decided that we would put it aside because we wanted to buy a house. And we kept on saving $20 a week. When we had the chance to buy a house, our first home, we had $7,000 saved. Really what makes us prosper is when we really want to prosper and we have a vision and, of course, a family to support us. I believe we can go far when we work together. /p p /ppbWas there something special in your life without which you know your life would be different now?/b /p p/ppThat point occurred when my friends closed the doors for me. We believed that the world had caved in on us. Really, without the legal documents to live in the United States, we came anyway. What happened to us, happened for our good. Even though when it happened it was a disaster. It was something that was going to finish us off, kill our spirit, and we didn't want to talk to anyone. There was no way of getting out of it. I always believe, "Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and all these things will be added unto you." That problem that happened to us, instead of being bad, it was what helped us. /p p /ppbWhat advice would you have for someone who wants to better him or herself economically?/b /p p/ppI believe what has helped me in my life has been that as a family, I have always believed that my wife is not my property and I am not her property. My daughters are not my property and I am not theirs, but we are all borrowed. One day we will have to separate, whether it is by death or some other means and we have always tried to live in agreement with each other. What we have been able to do, we have done between the two of us. /p pIf someone has a family and the wife says, "I work but what I earn is mine and what you earn is yours," I think that you won't get very far that way. But if they work together, putting together the little they have, it's better. If three or four can put what they have together toward the same goal, they will prosper. Of course I think that the most important of all is to follow God. And God will take care of you. /p p /ppbWith that kind of security, you don't have to worry, do you?/b /p p/ppThat's right. God will take care of tomorrow. When God sent manna from the heavens to the Israelites in the dessert, He did not give them 2 or 3 day's food. He gave them for one day only. God will take care of tomorrow. /p pTo be successful in life, I have to have faith and love. These go hand in hand. Faith in God, love God and love each other. Live today with those around you as if you were going to die tomorrow. Tomorrow will have its problems, its good and its bad. But today is the day to make decisions. /p p/pp /ppbComo Salí Yo: Gente Ordinaria Saliendo de la Pobreza /bbr / /ppbpor Donna L. Anderson/b/p p/ppMi familia ha conocido a Israel Hernandez, su esposa Vitalina y sus dos hijas Diana y Maria, por muchos años. La primera casa a que se refiere abajo está al lado de la casa de mis abuelos. La vida de Israel empezó en una pobreza de la cual apenas encontramos en los Estados Unidos, la pobreza del Tercer Mundo. Con poca educación y unos sueños, que algunos llamarían "no realisticos", Israel trajo su familia a los Estados Unidos para empezar una vida diferente. /p pPor todo su carrera, Israel ha trabajado en la industria del algodón. Siempre ha ganado un sueldo bajo y se ha aprovechado de las largas horas de la cosecha para augmentar el sueldo. Se demonstra como sin hablar bien el ingles, sin licenciatura o un sueldo grande, se puede tener éxito. ¿Su secreto? Una familia unida, determinación, paciencia y Dios como su guía. Tiene 3 autos, incluyendo su proyecto favorito, un viejo Mercedes, una bonita casa y otra casa de arriendo, sin deuda. Pero estoy segura de que la paz con que vive le vale más que cualquiera de las posesiones. /p p /ppb¿De dónde eres?/b/p p/ppGuapeo, Mexico. En Guapeo si mataron una gallina, hicieron una fiesta porque nunca se matoron una gallina. Era un día muy especial. /p p /ppb¿Como eran las condiciones económicos de tu niñez?/b /p p/ppPues eran muy tristes. Eramos nueve de familia, mas Papá y Mamá eramos once. Solo Papá trabajaba y a veces mi hermano el mayor. Nosotros todos podíamos ayudar un poco, pero no era suficiente. Fue demasiado triste la vida económica de mi niñez. Vivíamos en el campo. Había escuela pero solo hasta sexto grado. Estuve en la escuela. Los muchachos, compañeros míos que podían, iban a estudiar al municipio. Ellos podían ir al municipio y seguir con la escuela. /p p /ppb¿Despues del sexto qué hiciste?/b/p p/ppMe fui a trabajar, porque necesitabamos vivir y tuvimos que dejar la escuela. /p p /ppb¿En qué trabajabas?/b/p p/ppBueno...en el campo. Precisamente, a los 16 años, se casó mi hermana, la mayor, y su esposo tenía un terreno donde él sembraba y me fuí con ellos a trabajar, a ayudarle, y me fue muy bien. Recuerdo que sembramos y él me dió la mitad de la cosecha. Eso fue mi pago. Fue maravilloso para mi y para mi familia a lo que recibimos de pago de esa tierra. /p pViviendo con mi hermana y mi cuñado...la familia de él tenía algo bonito entre ellos y me gustó su confidencia. Luego, a los 16 años mi converti a Dios. Recuerdo de un texto que esa familia me enseñó, "Buscad primeramente el reino de Dios y su justicia y que todo lo demás os serán añadidas." Y esto fue lo que yo hice. Creí con todo mi corazón que había un Dios y que Él me ayudaría. /p p /ppb¿En ese epoca de la adolesencia, tenías sueños?/b /p p/ppComo todos los jóvenes que queiren tener una casa, quieren tener una familia, y quieren mejorar en todo lo más posible. Pero parece que pasó el tiempo y las cosas no cambiaban. /p p /ppb¿Cuanto tiempo pasó?/b/p p/ppDespués de que tenía 24 años, me casé. Tuve una esposa y dos hijas y las cosas no estaban malas, pero no estaban muy bien. Todavía mi sueño estaba por realizarse. Pero yo tenía la confianza en Dios y tenía la esperanza que podría. Después tuve otro trabajo con La Comisión Federal de la Electricidad, pero no se ganaba mucho. Económicamente estabamos todavía en tiempos dificiles. /p p /ppb¿Describe como llegaste cambiar tu situación económica? /b/p p/ppEn ese tiempo yo trabajaba con un grupo de una iglesia, como obrero. Fuimos invitados y venimos a Reynosa por 3 días. En esos tres días tuve la oportunidad de llegar hasta la mitad del puente de los Estados Unidos, entre Reynosa y Hidalgo. Solo podría mirar para los Estados Unidos, pero allí soñé nuevamente que algún día quizás podría pasar a los Estados Unidos y que mi vida posiblemente iba a mejorar. /p pDesde esa fecha, el gobierno en Tamaulitas había facilitado un pasaporte tourista para venir a los Estados Unidos, a todos que vivieron en Tamaulitas. Gracias a Dios que me tocó con mi esposa recibir una de esos pasaportes y con permiso podríamos venir a Corpus Christi, a San Antonio, a cualquier lugar que pudieramos. /p pRecuerdo que en una ocasión, en el tiempo de un huracán, estaban solicitando trabajadores que venieron a ayudar a reconstruir lo que el huracán había [destruido]. Esta fue mi primera vez de venir a los Estados Unidos de trabajo. En Corpus, trabajé. Y desde entonces un señor siempre me llamaba cada temporada del algodón que veniera a ayudar, y siempre lo hacía cada año. /p pY al fin, hubo un problemita con los amigos con quien trabajamos allá en Mexico. Parece que me cerraron la puerta. Hice mi decisión a venirme a los Estados Unidos. Es decir no tenía otra salida. Recuerdo ese día en 1980 en que venimos a Corpus Christi y empezamos una vida diferente en este pais. /p pMe acuerdo de una vez cuando hicimos la decisión de que queríamos comprar la primera casa. No teníamos para dar el engancho, pero teníamos el interés de juntar dinero para comprar una casa. $20 por semana, los apartabamos. Nos hacía falta esos $20 para algo más, para salir y comer, pero decidimos que ibamos a apartarlo porque era para comprar una casa. Y seguimos guardando esos $20 por semana, cuando nos vino la oportunidad de tener una casa, nuestra primera casa, teníamos $7,000. Realmente lo que nos hace prosperar es cuando tenemos ganas de prosperar y una visión y desde luego una familia que nos apolla. Yo creo que se llega lejos cuando estamos de acuerdo. /p p /ppb¿Hay algo especial en tu historia sin lo cual todo hubeira sido diferente en tu vida? /b/p p/ppEse punto se sucedío cuando mis amigos nos cerraron las puertas. Creíamos que el mundo se nos echó encima. Realmente sin tener los papeles legales para vivir en los Estados Unidos, así nos venimos. Lo que nos pasó, creo que nos pasó para bien. Aunque cuando nos pasó fue un disaste. Fue algo que iba a acabar con nosotros, el ánimo y no teníamos ganas de hablar con nadie. No había una manera de escapar. Yo siempre he creido, "Primero el reino de Dios, luego lo demás os serán añadidas." Ese problema que nos pasó, en vez de que haya sido para mal, fue lo que nos ayudó. /p p /ppb¿Qué consejo podrías dar al alguien que quiere mejor su situación económica? /b/p p/ppYo creo que lo que me ha ayudo en mi vida ha sido que como familia yo siempre he creido que mi esposa no es propiedad mia, ni yo soy propiedad de mi esposa, sino que estamos prestados. Que mis hijas no son mi propiedad, ni yo soy propiedad de ellas, sino que estamos prestados. Un día vamos a tener que seperar, sea por muerte o sea por lo que sea, y siempre hemos tratado de vivir como un acuerdo de los dos. Lo que pudieramos hacer entre los dos, hicimos entre los dos. /p pSi alguien tiene una familia y la esposa dice, "Yo trabajo pero lo que yo gano es mío y lo que tú ganas es tuyo," yo pienso que así no vamos a llegar a ninguna parte. Sino que si se juntan entre dos, juntan lo poquito que ganan, es mejor. Si entre tres o cuatro, se juntan con el mismo fin, van a prosperar. Desde luego yo creo que lo primero, lo primero es buscar a Dios. Y Dios se encargará a uno. /p p /ppbY con esa seguridad, uno no tiene que preocuparse, no? /b/p p/ppClaro que Dios se encarga del manana. Cuando Dios manadaba el maná del cielo a los Israelitas en el desierto, no les daba dos o tres días. Se les daba por un día no más. Dios se encargará del manana. /p pYo creo que para tener éxito en la vida, debo tener fé y amor. Estos van de la mano. Fé en Dios, amor por Dios y después por nuestro semejante. Y tenemos que vivir el día de hoy como si fueramos a morir mañana. Porque el mañana traerá sus afanes, sus cosas negativas y positivas. Asi que hoy es el día para hacer decisiones. /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p

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Dennis Tito's Victory, Our Government's Odd Reaction

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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Hail to a Modern Hero.

All heroes/heroines do not streak across the space and sky like fiery comets and then burn out. A few inspire us with an incandescent glow that lasts long after their exploits.

by Joseph Bolden

Their very lives show us that impossible is a word routinely changing its definition.

Like Mr. Dennis Tito who refused to give up on his desire to go to outer space. But why does our country have such a warped way of viewing his venture. Our government sees it as a threat rather than as another opportunity to further open space to every citizen rich or poor... What has happened? Mr. Tito is a former NASA [National Aeronautics and Space Administration] engineer. He knew the risks and trained for his trip. Placing 20 million dollars in Russian and American hands was no problem for him, but personal risk to himself certainly was. This makes him as heroic as any of the Mercury 7 and Gemini Astronauts. "I'm already adapted." He will never be quite the same man that left Earth. Indeed he's a new man.

America, The Micropower, did not see fit to cheer Mr. Tito’s safe return to Earth from the International Space Station. Our government did its best to halt one man’s dream: To venture into space, visit a space station, experience weightlessness, and to see the blue sphere of Earth floating in vast nothingness. Shame on my country. May 7, 2001 in Kazakhstan, at 9:41 a.m. Moscow time, will not be a footnote in history but a small flame that will cresciendo into luminescence.

No more "Right Stuff" only deal. All of us should have the chance and knowledge to be astronauts, too. Come on, form groups for space businesses, have more space camps for children and adults who want to really go! Yes, I want to go. I’ll risk accidental death to be in space. I’ll be closer to the Eternal that way.

Is it possible that our government wants to expand space for everyone but cannot figure how to let go of their power? Let us help them share space with all people, not only a select few. I bet if my Internet column were translated and transmitted across the globe, every nationality could understand the longing for space travel. I also bet others at home or at their jobs or perhaps just doodling are thinking and writing about this as their governments say little or nothing about this event.

Look what is happening to California because one elected President was not trusted; we may have made a wrong step energy-wise but to be persecuted further by outside sellers of electricity; well it makes many of us in Cali want to go independent of the national grid and energy sellers.

A slogan comes to mind
"Alternative Energies Now."
"Cali's Get Off the Grid."

I say fight the power by outliving it as it dies trying to avoid change. I know, Joe is a few proteins short of being a full fledged egghead.Folks, think what Dennis Tito has done, and how our government reacted. Tell me do you sense their P A N I C of losing space to us regular folk?

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the word is our weapon

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrongA book review of a collection of selected writings by Subcomandante Marcos/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/325/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby George Tirado/p pIt all started at midnight January 1, 1994 when a group of masked guerillas came down from the mountains of southeastern Mexico, raised arms against a corrupt Mexican government, and demanded Justice, Liberty, and Democracy. The news broke the next morning and a place called Chiapas would soon become a household word. A pipe-smoking, black ski-masked Zapatista, named Subcomandante Marcos, would become a spokesman for not only an uprising, but of a generation of revolutionaries./p pSome would call Marcos a terrorist, others found a new voice of liberation through his writing. But it is through his many letters that he enlightens the world not only about the problems of classism, but about the poor, and the effects of neo-liberalism. Neo-liberalism's international financing strategy is to remove all labor, environmental, and human rights considerations from national laws. They accomplished this through the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) and the World Trade Organization (WTO). Marcos explains what happens to Third World indigenous peoples when power-mad countries like the United States and his own country, Mexico, sink their claws into the poor and drain them of everything: land, oil, food, education, leaving them with alcoholism, drug addiction, prostitution, and disease./p pYou cannot beat what you cannot see; this is the reason why the Zapatistas wear masks and are nameless. "We are the faceless ones," Marcos writes, "Being silent our voices are passing away." To the Zapatista movement this is very important. As Marcos explains, it is time we broke out of the history of pain and humiliation and made our new history, and with this our own pantheon of revolutionary gods like Pancho Villa, Zapata, and El Cheí./p pTheir voices ring out from these letters. Some are funny. Some are so intense they make you cringe when you realize that all they want is what the rest of the world takes advantage of every day, but thinks nothing about. These are the three words that have changed history: Liberty, Justice, and Democracy. With their voices they will scream, "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" or, "YO BASTA!"/p pThe Word Is Our Weapon is an amazing collection of letters that not only record a struggle that has been going on for 509 years but lets us into the secret world of the Zapatistas, seeing the struggle through their eyes by their myths and stories. Through the letters we see everyday life, from children fighting over candy to Marcos letting the author of a lost poem know how he missed whispering the poem into the ear of his lady. In the eyes of the world, Marcos is not only a soldier and a leader in the truest sense of the word, but also a poet and a hero. Through this timeless work, we are shown how their struggle is justified./p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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Where have all the benches gone...

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrongChannel Four News “expose” rationalizes the planned removal of all the benches used by poor and homeless folks in United Nations Plaza. /strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/326/photo_1_supplement.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Tom Gomez and Lisa Gray-Garcia/p pSunday morning I went out the door of my shelter at 6:30 am. I intended to go to sit on a bench in U.N Plaza and read my Sunday Times while waiting for the Quaker services I regularly attend to begin at 11:00 am. Sitting on those benches and reading my morning paper is a daily ritual for me. If I have an extra dollar I also like to enjoy coffee with my paper. My job (yes, I have a job, and so do most homeless people I know) doesn’t start until 3:00 pm and nothing opens until 9:00 am. I would stay in and sleep late like most of you probably do, but I live in a shelter. So I occupy a bench at my local park, reading my paper and watching the sunrise while sipping my coffee. /p pThe city is offended by that. Channel 4 is outraged by it. On Saturday the City removed the benches. A bench removal that had been planned for several months. Channel 4, I’m told, portrayed the park as an open sewer where homeless people sell and use drugs flagrantly. I don’t have a television. I missed the report. I miss the benches too. /p pDoes the city expect me to believe that with literally thousands of officers they are powerless to prevent a few dozen criminals from selling and using drugs in broad daylight? The crime the city has targeted here has nothing to do with drugs being sold or used. The city wants to purge its downtown of poor people and especially men of color. Throughout the whole weekend after the removal of the benches I observed police stopping black men exclusively, for no apparent reasons, demanding they produce identification and conducting random searches. /p pI am tired of being victimized for no better reason than my inability to pay $2,300.00 a month rent on my income from a $9.00hr catering job! Being a man of color is not a crime, and should not constitute “probable cause” nor invite forced warrant checks and random searches./p p No one supports urban blight. But in this case the city is responsible for failing to enforce existing laws for years, thus creating public outrage, and then mounting an outright attack on the poor in response. If the city is tired of seeing desperately poor people littering the streets of this city, I have a fine suggestion: BUILD AFFORDABLE HOUSING! And instead of punishing all of us, forcing us off public benches and into the streets at dawn, how about the innovative solution of curbing crime by arresting criminals? What a concept. Someone should suggest it to Chief Lau and Mayor Brown. /p pbExposing What?/bbr / br /By Lisa Gray-Garcia/p pThe Camera’ s gaze panned across the landscape at San Francisco’s United Nations Plaza lingering at discarded bottles, crumpled paper bags, empty beer cans...and then....a face... a man...An African-American man....smoking something...a cigarette, perhaps.. we’re not sure..then another African-American man.. then an African-American woman...then an African-American child...then another....then another and..another..and another and...until one would believe that the entire population of homeless folks in UN Plaza was African-American and then a voice, the voice of truth, the voice of.....authority?../p p“At the United Nations Plaza our hidden cameras uncovered the rampant drug use of Homeless People in UN Plaza...” This so-called “undercover” report by KRON-channel 4 (which incidently is owned by the Hearst Corporation) was followed by a shocked” interview with Mayor Brown - who after viewing the tape I just described, commented that he “would have his office look into it and see what could be done”/p pSeveral hours later the Benches at UN Plaza were removed, or rather "seized" by unmarked city vehicles- this act rendered almost every person in UN Plaza at-risk of being cited for loitering as their ability to sit was no longer legally sanctioned by the presence of benches in UN Plaza. /p p The Coalition on Homelessness filed a Freedom of Information Act Request, at which point it was uncovered that the bench removal was planned by the Mayor and City government several months ago, proving that the Mainstream media was used as an integral part of a public relations campaign to rationalize San Francisco's most recent act of racial and economic cleansing. /p p As well, and most disturbing to us at POOR, was the depiction of "so-called" homeless people, none of whom were actually spoken to, consulted or interviewed, about their homelessness or their alleged substance abuse, but as well, the intentional and bUNTRUE/b impression created by the direction of the Channel Four News cameras, that everyone in UN Plaza, was homeless, African-American, and on Drugs. /p pWe at POOR know this is not true because we are the poor folks who used to sit in UN Plaza, we are also the elders, the youth, Native Americans, African-Americans, Asians, Whites, Latinos and so on and so on.. and we have a voice, a voice of authority, an insider voice..and obviously we NEED to Be Heard!! /p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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Flawed Flick Review

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrong p This column is less personalbr / then my second one. Though I ambr / a wee bit ticked off, let me explain./p p/p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joseph Bolden/p pIts Saturday May, 26 on Monday May, 28 2001 which is Memorial Day a movie will be shown that I planned on Saturday or Sunday. /p pIt’s "PEARL HARBOR" already its called a winner in the mega buck category./p pDisney Studios is sure to get its share and then some for showing it before and on Memorial Day./p pPersonally I’m ready to see it now rather than Monday but being a mandatory thing at Poor Magazine it makes me feel prejudicial against it. /p pI had plans on seeing "Shrek,Spy Kids, and Thebr / Animal. /p pSo I honestly have to disqualify my views on the film because of this and other circumstances when watching it for example:/p p1.Other plans than this movie./p p2. It will be really long (3hrs.), loud, and bright, since I haven’t been to many rock concerts and my ears and work well. /p p3. my weak eyes will be strained to the point of pounding headaches–it won’t be enjoyable. /p pBut a few items will be used to ease those problems.br / I'm gonna try to sleep through the whole thing./p pPearl Harbor is about the Japanese supposedly sneak attack on December 7,1941 that brought America into World War 11./p pBen Affleck, Josh Hartnett, Kate Beckensale as love interest and Alex Baldwin and Cuba Gooding Jr. (as unknown hero Black oops Negro guy.[hope he doesn’t get killed in the movie.]/p pThis ends part1 on my dubious before after preview of the P.H. flick./p pPart 2 begins and ends on Tuesday May, 29. Memorial Day. /p pI may have to go to this movie epic but I do not have to see all of it./p pI'll look at some before a well deserved nap. /p pSo folks, tell me about the other films I missed that you enjoy. /p pPS This is why I'd be a lousy critic./p p©Joseph Bolden/Staff Writerbr / Poor Magazine/p pPlease send donations to Poor Magazine C/0 Ask Joe at 255 9th St. Street, San Francisco, CA.94103 USA/p pFor Joe only my snail mail:br / PO Box 1230 #645 Market St.br / San Francisco, CA 94102br / Email:askjoe@poormagazine.br / org/p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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Flawed Flick Review

09/24/2021 - 11:34 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrong pbThis column is less personal then my other ones, though I am a wee bit ticked off. Let me explain./b/p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joseph Bolden/p pIt is Saturday May, 26. On Monday, May 28, 2001, Memorial Day, a movie will be shown that I wanted to see today. The movie is "Pearl Harbor". Personally I’m ready to see it now, not Monday. Already it has been called a winner in the mega buck category. Disney Studios is sure to recoup its money and more for showing it before and on Memorial Day./p pFor a number of reasons I am not really looking forward to seeing this film. I had other plans besides watching this film. I also imagine the film will probably be really loud and bright. Since I haven’t been to many rock concerts and my weak eyes will be strained to the point of pounding headaches–it won’t be enjoyable. /p pBut a few points in its favor are that ease those problems is that the film is about the Japanese supposedly sneak attack on December 7, 1941 that brought America into World War II. In addition, the movie stars Ben Affleck, Josh Hartnett, Kate Beckensale as love interest, Alex Baldwin, and Cuba Gooding Jr. as a heroic Black guy—I hope he doesn’t get killed in the movie./p pThis ends part 1 of my dubious before after preview of the Pearl Harbor flick. Part 2 will begin and end on Tuesday, May29, 2001, the day after Memorial Day./p p©Joseph Bolden/Staff Writerbr / Poor Magazine/p pPS I'm a bit peeved and depressed at this mandatory movie outing but I’ll buck upbr / and keep going; it may not be that bad (Who am I kidding?)./p pbPlease send donations to Poor Magazinebr / C/0 Ask Joebr / 255 9th Streetbr / San Francisco, CA 94103br / USA/b/p pFor Joe only my snail mail: PO Box 1230br / 645 Market Streetbr / San Francisco, CA 94102/p pEmail:askjoe@poormagazine.orgb/b/p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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