Landlessness/Houselessness


Murdered by Po’Lice for Being Brown and UnHoused in Amerikkklan: The Murder of Mayan, Indigenous Father Luis Demetrio Gongora Pat by SFPD

What is the amerikkkan dream? families risking their life for the amerikkkkan dream, the same dream all of his hear about but few of us get to see ..” Muteado Silencio, Po’ Poet & Land Liberator with POOR Magazine/Homefulness

BlackArthur Violent Displacement: East Oakland is dismantled by displacement, one family, one elder at a time

“I know they never had any intention of us being here in their plans,” said Master Frohm as my Sun Tiburcio and so many young boys and girls call him who attend the beautiful school he founded that is Frohms Martial Arts Academy on BlackArthur at Seminary in East Oakland. Frohms Academy was just served an exhorbitant rent increase by the new owners of their building and are being forced to leave their neighborhood of 16 years.

 

Everything’s Political

Poverty is politics

Racism is politics

Sexism is politics

Classism is politics

Capitalism, politics

Fuck those politics

 

Sweeping us Away like we were Trash- The kkkorporately clean streets of Ed Lee

Sweeping UnHoused San franciscans like we were trash
On the last Friday in Black Herstory Month and fresh from the scab of the million dollar corporate sports giveaway that was the stupid bowl the City launched a wholesale attack on unhoused San Franciscans still remaining on Division street, most of them, Black Unhoused San Franciscans, whose homes were stolen by privatized lies of public housing theft, useless section 8 certificate giveaways  and greedy landlords.

Making Business Proposals with Ancestral lands- The Fight For Oak Flats

“Paha Sapa, The heart of everything that is” at least that is what my people, the Lakota Sioux Nation, say about our homeland.  The dark black rolling hills filled with the smell of pure oxygen thanks to the pine trees, sticky with sweet smelling sap made by my peoples as a syrup source, small clear creeks filled with minnows.

We Have Nothing To Lose But Our Chains: The Inauguration of Ed Lie

“You can’t come in,” the oddly butler-esque dressed sheriff stopped me, my 12 year old sun Tiburcio and literally hundreds of members of the “public” at the door to King Lee’s (Not at all) “public” inauguration.

“We were told it was open to the public,” I countered, 

“It is,” a weird silence ensued and he looked above us. 

“So if its public, we are the public and we would like to go in,” I continued.

PNN RADIO

Sign-up for POOR email!