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Blogs and Journalizm by Poverty Skolaz locally and globally linked below:
For the past few months, every other Thursday, CalTrans alongside the Berkeley Police Department and the California Highway Patrol have been pushing out houseless communities out of their encampment space from under the overpass at Gilman Street in Berkeley. Most of these communities are the casualty of being pushed out of the Albany Bulb and having been forced out of Downtown Berkeley (Shattuck Avenue corridor) because of the newly adopted local city ordinances that discriminate and marginalize houseless and poor communities.
Sometime last year THC (Tenderloin Housing Clinic) started housing homeless people in privately owned hotels by subletting rooms in them through the navigation center.
Obviously most of these clients had some situation that landed on the street. Anything from lack of finances to mental illness and/or substance abuse.
Like thousands of people, I have worked, cultivated and planted seeds, never to see or enjoy the fruits of our labor. We have made and cleaned the most beautiful gardens that I have seen in my life in the mountains of Berkeley for people with money. Earning $10 an hour, we have built and managed houses with immense beauty, only to never see them again.
The recent death of the Mexicano Journalist Ruben Espinoza who was found dead in a Mexico City apartment along with four wimmin was a reminder of the many sacrifices that Journailist make. Delivering the truth is very threatening to those who oppress others. Apparently there is a lot of oppression in parts of Mexico at this time.
I used to sell CD’s on the street and I was never killed. This goes out to all my fellow light-skinned POC's and poor white people
“$5-10.00 per Disc- Hip Hop , Salsa, You name it, we got it,” At the corner of Vine and Melrose, Hollywood and Vine and Pico and Wilshire in LA, I would scream out my best CD deal of the day. I was 11 years old when i started selling CD’s. My best location was in front of the 7-11 downtown, until the poLice came and arrested me for soliciting without a license. For years me and my mama sold CD’s, art and all kinds of other things considered “illegal” on the street. We never had a permit or license to vend, sell or solicit.