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People With Disabilities Organizing, Krip-Hop Newest Chapter Interview by Leroy Moore Leroy Moore: Tell me more about your recent event and why you organized it? Tino Mudarikwa: Our recent event was a joint commemoration of Rare Diseases Day, International Wheelchair Day and World Birth Defects Day. We chose to do this commemoration with the most impoverished group of people with various disabilities from our oldest suburb in our town. We managed to provide a decent meal to everyone who attended. Leroy: What did you do at the event and how are you going to build on it? Tino Mudarikwa: What we did at event was to gather persons with various disabilities and reminded them that they are not cursed or bewitched. We also had the medical students present on spina befida, cerebral palsy and other forms of Rare Diseases. We plan to increase the number of Zimbabwe Medical Students Association to work with us and attend to needs of our beneficiaries medical Leroy: What does the government do for people with disabilities in zimbabwe? Tino Mudarikwa: The government doesn't do much, I last heard the social welfare ministry gave money equivalent to $7.00 Leroy: Have there been protests against the government for more services and to raise the benefit from $7 to more? Tino Mudarikwa: People are scared to protest they can be arrested for protesting. It happens in many African countries! Leroy: What wow! Are there disability laws there? Tino Mudarikwa: There is a Disability Bill that is waiting for the President's signature. Leroy: What’s your future work and where does the new Krip-Hop chapter come in to the future of people with disabilities in Zimbabwe? And did Zimbabwe sign the United Nations Treaty on Disability, The United Nations Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities (UN CRPD)? Tino Mudarikwa: This is not what is on the ground right now. Persons with disabilities are marginalized in Zimbabwe. Leroy: So how can Krip-Hop Nation can help? Tino Mudarikwa: We think that our involvement with Krip-Hop Nation and establishing Krip-Hop Nation Zimbabwe Chapter will be a game changer for musicians with disabilities in Zimbabwe. We will have a platform where we can showcase talent, where we can publish our work online as musicians with disabilities. So it is crucial that we open up Krip-Hop Nation Zimbabwe Chapter. I also think that having a Krip-Hop Nation Zimbabwe Chapter would give opportunity to networking with other persons with disabilities from other countries, specifically from South Africa our neighbor. If we are to work and connect with South Africa, we will learn a lot from what they've been doing as a chapter. Networking is something we look forward to and hopefully get some support from our networks and have exchange programs in the arts and music to be specific.

(Watch Poor NewsNetwork Video of press conference here ) By Tiny Gray-Garcia Vallejo Homeless Union, POOR Magazine, Mixed Kollective and ComeUnity standing together demanding #JusticeForJames Edward Oakley- picture by Pancho Patera/POOR Magazine  “I dont have anymore energy to move,” “But the sweeping machines are coming for us Mama” “Whatever…” her last syllable trailed off as she looked down. I remembered this terrifying conversation with my mama when i heard about the violent death by sweep that killed lifelong Vallejo resident James Edward Oakley. Me and Mama were crumpled up in a doorway of an abandoned building. We had already had our car-home towed. We had already had our tent and all of our precious belongings stolen. And now they were coming again. To sweep us out of this doorway. To nowhere. James Edward Oakley, 58, was murdered by the violence of sweeps “They knew James was there when they ran that backho through that lot,” said Shawn O’Malley, longtime friend of James and a currently houseless organizer with the Vallejo Homeless Union. JUSTICE FOR JAMES!... the crowd in front of so-called Vallejo City hall joined me in a scream, a cry, a wail for another houseless relatives life stolen by the violence of sweeping us like we are trash…tiny povertyskola The terrifying death of 58 year old, James Edward Oakley, from the violence of sweeping humans like we are trash on Christmas Eve of 2024 was hastily adjudicated by the Vallejo District Attorney, soonafter his death, which conveniently released them from all criminal liability, likity split, But all of us houseless/formerly houseless povertyskolaz from Vallejo Homeless Union, POOR Magazine and Mixed Collective knew better. We barely live though these violent attacks known as “sweeps” on our bodies and lives and sadly many of us don’t survive. Lo and behold when Shawn said the City of Vallejo knew he was there, the newly released evidence is proving him right. Shannon Marie Bigley , Cornelius Taylor, Desiree Quintero and James Edward Oakley, all murdered by a “Sweep” they should all be alive today… tiny aka povertyskola Altar for James Truth Comes to Light  A coroner’s investigation released Monday showed contradictions between what city workers told police, and what investigators discovered upon arriving at the scene. According to the report Oakley had been lying on a mattress under blankets and clothes when one of the “sweepers” (employed by the City of Vallejo) smashed him with the bucket of the city-owned backhoe The backhoe operator then scooped up a pile of debris and began moving it toward a dump truck. Another member of the work crew then spotted Oakley’s leg dangling from the bucket of the backhoe. Sweeping us since 1492…Aunty Kim De Ocampo  “They have been “sweeping” us since 1492…” Miwok warrior sister, aunty and Board member of Sogorea Te Land Trust, grounded the day in the original theft of Turtle Island the reign of terror that the settler colonial goverments have been perpetrating violent removal and genocide on Black, Brown, Indigenous, disabled and poor bodies since the beginning of the colonizers reign of terror. Kim was one of many powerful houseless, poor, indigenous speakers and prayer bringers from occupied Sogorea Te (aka so-called Vallejo) and POOR Magazine who spoke at an emergency press conference held on Tuesday outside the Vallejo City Council. Following the Grants Pass Vs Johnson Superme Court Ruling that deemed houseless residents of the US no longer protected by the 8th amemdment of the constitution state and city legislators, police and sheriffs enhanced their already violent "sweeps" policy of houseless people by directing state agencies to dismantle homeless encampments on state land Hundreds of houseless elders and disabled adults lives have become gravely endangered and have died in increasing numbers due to this state sponsored violence over the last several months that is being threatened to get worse under the new administration. "People aren't debris, Natalie Peterson! Where do we go?" We have demands and solutions “Stop the homeless sweeps.. said Kat of the Vallejo Homeless Union, reading off a powerful list of demands for the city of Vallejo that have already been presented to the City by the Vallejo Homeless Union. Kat continued, "2)….. stop indiscriminately moving us around….3).the City of Vallejo needs to provide services to all residents of encampments…4) they need to release all records of …5) we need pest control and safety from people who target us…6).We need the City of Vallejo to stop people from illegally dumping on homeless encampments… we are no different from housed folks, no-one wants to live in a trash pile…7) The City of Vallejo needs to release all records on James Edward Oakley We want to work with the City of Vallejo, You cannot solve the problem of homelessness without our input…” Kat concluded this beautiful list of very logical “demands” for life from a City government who would rather remove, sweep and ultimately kills us rather than listen to us. (To read the complete list of demands from Vallejo Homeless Union go to poormagazine.org at this link ) “They killed my kittens in a sweep,” Kathy, another long-time houseless resident of so-called Vallejo and powerful co-leader of the Vallejo Homeless Union spoke about her story of surviving a violent sweep that resulted in the bulldozing death of her beloved kittens and the loss of all of their belongings and so much more. “The city is not saying their actions were criminal but they sure sound criminal to me, he was a human being ….The city needs to change their policies,hopefully they will….but we won’t stop until they do,” concluded Shawn. At a rally demanding Justice for James JUSTICE FOR JAMES… Stop Sweeping Us Like We Are Trash “I am a longtime Vallejo resident, just like James was and I experienced homelessness and as all of us Vallejo residents know, there isn’t much support here for any of us in struggle, said Lori Herrerra, artist and founder of Mixed Kollective and povertyskola reporter and Po Poet with POOR Magazine. “JUSTICE FOR JAMES- we have actual solutions- not more pain…tiny “We have actual solutions, not more sweeps, solutions like Homefulness, which currently houses 23 houseless youth, adults and elders in rent-free forever housing, houseless folks like me who are now securely housed with my daughter and partner., said LeaJay Harper, formerly houseless resident of Wood Street Commons and now Homefulness resident We aren’t seen as humans, thats why they keep using these hygienic metaphors about our bodies; sweeping, cleaning, removing and endlessly gentriFUking us from our communities… tiny aka povertyskola “He was a gentle giant kind of guy, if i needed a jump or something he’d be right there, many times actually, you could always count on him,” Shawn spoke through tears. JUSTICE FOR JAMES - JUSTICE FOR JAMES- JUSTICE FOR JAMES!!! For updates on the ongoing case for Justice for James Edward Oakley follow @vallejo.homeless.union and @poormagazine on IG. For more information about homeless peoples solutions to homelessness click on www.poormagazine.org/homefulness and www.WoodStreetCommons.org Gratitude to Matthew Brown of Open Vallejo media for facts on the coronors report . Watch video of press conference here

From The Vallejo Homeless Union Pictured: Kathleen McNeil of the Vallejo Homeless Union My name is Kathleen McNeil. I am a founding member and Mutual Aid Officer of the Vallejo Homeless Union. I am also a second generation Vallejoan. Today we ask that you join us in demanding the City of Vallejo: Stop the homeless sweeps Stop indiscriminately moving us around Stop killing us We have real problems, we need real solutions. We have real solutions. The City of Vallejo needs to hold their staff accountable. The City of Vallejo needs to investigate the accusation made in Christina Lee's lawsuit: Did Natalie Peterson delete text messages about housing and homelessness? Did she, in fact, falsify HUD documents? The City of Vallejo needs to release all records of the sweep that killed James Oakley. The City of Vallejo needs to provide basic services to homeless encampments. We need dumpsters We need pest control We need safety from people who target us We need the City of Vallejo to stop people who are illegally dumping at homeless encampments. We aren't any different from housed people in that respect - no one wants to live in a trash pile. We need somewhere to go. We want to work with the City of Vallejo to end homelessness in Vallejo. Will the city of Vallejo work with us? Give us a seat at the table. You cannot solve these problems without our input and our help.

U.S. Troops Landing in Cuba Every day I see news about the conflict in Palestine, Yemen, Ukraine, and so many more countries. It made me think about the past, as I always do being a sort of unofficial historian. The things that come to mind the most are the Banana Wars. Conflicts aimed to protect the business interests of the United States, namely the fruit companies, hence the name of the conflicts. I had the idea to do a sort of series spanning the end of the Spanish-American war in 1898, and the introduction of the Good Neighbor policy in 1934.  When most people see a banana, they think of a fruit, a smoothie usually paired with strawberries. Innocent enough, right? WRONG. When I (an ardent historian) see a banana, I think of the United States Marine Corps storming Central American and Caribbean nations under the guise of maintaining order, but in reality it was to protect American business interests, such as the multitude of fruit companies littered all over Central America, hence the term Banana Wars.  At the time, U.S. foreign policy in the Americas was mainly structured around the Monroe Doctrine, a policy that both opposed European colonialism in the western hemisphere, while also professing that any such foreign intervention would also be considered an attack on the United States itself. This would be a key aspect to the events to come in the late 19th and early to mid 20th century when it comes to the numerous Central/South American interventions.  I can’t say for sure when all of this began, but I would say that the Banana Wars began right at the conclusion of another conflict, the Spanish-American War (1898). With the signing of the Treaty of Paris, the United States entered its “Age of Imperialism”, gaining control of Puerto Rico, Guam, Cuba, and the Philippine Islands. This propelled the United States to a sort of imperial power, on the stage with other countries like the UK, France, Germany, the Netherlands, and so on.  This ended up creating multiple conflicts, as the people of these nations had no real say on what would happen to them or their country. In Puerto Rico, a military government was installed beginning the “Americanization” of the island. A brief period of resistance followed, eventually ending due to the infrastructure projects providing employment to the discontented people involved with the civil disobedience. The military government was replaced with a civilian one, beginning the rise of the “sugar economy”, as it was with many of the island nations in that time, especially ones under the former control of the Spanish.  In Cuba, the situation was a little different. Like Puerto Rico, the Cuban government was ever so graciously (ugh) given its own military government. In addition to this, the U.S. Congress would pass a piece of legislation known as the Platt Amendment, which “officially defined the relationship of the United States and Cuba”, as well as defined the conditions that Cuba as a nation would need to meet before being given its full independence.  This, of course, would basically be a joke. The amendment would be used as a pretext for U.S. meddling for the next couple decades. Worst of all, this amendment had a passage forcing Cuba to add the whole piece of legislature into its new constitution, basically letting the United States have a sort of soft power over the country.  This would be the blueprint for what was to come for the next 36 or so years until the introduction of the Good Neighbor policy under Franklin D. Roosevelt. In the next part of this series, we will go into the early interventions of the United States, specifically the Dominican Republic, and Panama, as well as the involvement of the United Fruit Company.

RoofLESS radio Street Writing Workshops are offered by fellow houseless/formerly houseless povertyskolaz at POOR Magazine in schools, jail cells, shelter beds and wherever us poor peoples are... Jen The first time my world fell apart was the most difficult one Because I learned that everything I was told by those who said they loved me…was a lie.  Lost everything except my kids because they were shunned, too. And the values I was taught were treated as flaws. Mistakes. Or worse.  Don’t teach me to be honest and then expect me to play along with a lie.  Don’t teach me empathy And then expect me to stay silent. When I see another’s pain: Don’t teach me to help others but then reprimand me for doing so.  Don’t teach me courage and then try to convince me to live based on fear.  I have every right to be angry because betrayal trauma has been a near constant in my life.  I have a hard time connecting  because I am always expecting to be kicked while I’m down. By the ones that I love…By the ones that I trust.  But there’s a twist to this story.  Because there is kindness everywhere.  And even though I sometimes feel like I was raised by monsters I understand that FEAR  is what makes a monster And it can happen to anyone.  But it can also be reversed. —----------------- Donell Hawkins My Friend got kild by INwood PD In my face —------- Soup Although currently housed I spend a lot of time on the street serving food to neighbors.  Cops will frequently come harass me about permits.  One time they dumped my pot of soup on the ground and said I would be arrested if I didn’t move all my stuff.  It took a while for me to want to go back out again. —------------ The Ripper I'm homeless because of myself.  Didn’t want what I had.  And what I wanted didn’t want me.  I’m learning a different part way of life.  My eyes seeing the truth, the fake people.  Even the one’s who calls of friends and family won’t even offer a closet to sleep in. WOW!!  Been fortunate not to deal with police or sweeps, but lost a lot, just to those who needed it more than me —------- Courtney N Love, Lived Experience Coalition, Tacoma, WA  ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE 2006 my mom & her cop boyfriend were arrested for SA’ing my little brother it knocked me on my ass.  My new husband wasn’t equipped to support me and instead chose emotional, psychological, financial & occasionally physical abuse.  We finally separated, but I had no family left and knew it was just a matter of time before I was unhoused.  2021, I was evicted, landed in a small trailer on a friends property - no running water, no heat, toting my water and waste, thankful that I wasn’t susceptible to the risks of the streets.  Through the remnants of my social connections and *political engagement, I came in contact with the Lived Experience Coalition, a for-us, by-us, Black, Brown & Indigenous led org that welcomed me, lifted me up, validated my advocacy-because the “We is always stronger that the “me” Ubuntu -I am, because We are. * Founder was engaging in political space that I was barely holding onto —------------------ Anonymous It started with a bullshit parking ticket against a single mama tryin’ to keep it together transmitted through time & hatred into an arrest warrant the PoLice said they had to execute during a traffic stop.  For lack of a ? they took her away in handcuffs; she cried the whole time. I told the cop she’d been traumatized & is autistic as if he would care. He put her in the back & I followed to the station on a Sunday rural time moves slow when the want.  Her continued screaming forced them at least to get a woman to search her but in her rage she broke their fingerprint machine the way she did every laptop her energy too much for stupid machines. —---------------- Darren The worst day was when I was forced out of where I had been staying and had to leave my daughters with my parents.  I couldn’t afford rent anymore/hadn’t recovered since COVID * divorce and couldn’t stomach forcing my girls to live in a car. —------------- Patrick I was born in a crack house to be blunt, eviction was as familiar as poverty and uncertainty.  Chaos was normality and brokenness? was a family member.  I love that I was humbled before I had the chance to be ungrateful.  I love God and how he always make a way.  I'm still here and breathing.  For that money would have gotten in the way of me realizing my need For him there for a reason and if you are breathing …so are you. —-------- Anonymous I will never forget the time when I was living w/rats and bed bugs on top of that facing eviction called no fault eviction. at any rate I was abt to be displaced and homeless. —------------

Tent City 3 in Seattle, Washington RoofLESS radio Street Writing Workshops are offered by fellow houseless/formerly houseless povertyskolaz at POOR Magazine in schools, jail cells, shelter beds and wherever us poor peoples are... Watch the RoofLESS radio video reports on PoorNewsNetwork Cidnee   When CPS took Isaaiah and Abraham after fighting to keep us together When my mother helped auction of Matthew and Mary to the highest bidder How my mother FINALLY got rid of Abraham and is currently using his social security number and documents so she can get 3 bedroom here in Seattle (She has a 3 bedrooms in Texas) while Im homeless (6 months TX, 6  months Seattle) and Abraham is in a group home in Houston. —---------- Anitra Freeman I was about 19 when Mom woke me up in the middle of one night, to tell me, very seriously and urgently, how to tie the sheets together in a rope to lower the younger kids, then myself, out the window.  Then run to the neighbor’s house.  And call the police.  If Daddy killed her. Daddy never killed her.  Or even hit her.  Or hit any of us.  But mom had bipolar disorder, and got a lot of weird ideas sometimes.  One night she was throwing coffee cups at the walls because demons were coming through to kill her. That wasn’t when we became houseless.  But Mom’s problems, and Dad’s problems, meant we were always “housing insecure”, moved a lot and because we moved a lot, Mom + Dad’s problems, and mine, didn’t get diagnosed + addressed. Poverty is a whole web of things, most woven out of “nobody paying attention.”  The more problems you have, the farther you sink out of sight. —---------- Robert Coleman A few days ago, I spent about a whole day running around while sick just trying to get my prescription for my mental wellbeing. Hi my name is Robert and I am a Homeless man from a lot of different places.  Most recently  I’ve been in Washington to be with my Fiance.  I personally Have been Homeless for most of my adult life. —---------- Modus One day during my first week outside I was waking up in a park and hearing police yelling at me to find somewhere else to be.  Not knowing where best to go, I moved into a green belt with my tarp and tent.  I was lucky, I thought, I had a storage unit I could keep things for a while.  I set up a spot on a hillside, lots of wind but it was warm enough, glad to have met the challenge of the day. —---------- Joe Molloy I’m not sure how many days.  I started to keep track, initially.  But then it felt like one of those scenes in a prison movie.  Marking hashes on a wall.  In the movie, they speed up.  Cut To - months, years later.  There’s no cut.  Some of these days just drag without no plot.  It’s a countdown.  They know how long they’ll be there.  Counting up.  Counting Down.  I was just counting.  I came into this “radicalized”.  Helping, working, whatever I could do inside the “industry” of Homeless services.  I heard one of them say once - “I’m ready to Hire someone, but Not someone too “Radicalized”.  I said - I never met anyone like that.  I’ve only met folks trying to survive.  And folks that have learned the Truth.  No point in counting.  It’s not going anywhere. —---------- SIPILIANO PETERS HOMELESSNESS: I’M IN AND OUT OF HOMELESSNESS. DIVORCE:  I LEFT MY WIFE AND END-UP HOMELESS AND STAYED IN VARIOUS SHELTERS I WAS IN AND OUT OF HOMELESS CAUSE OF PERSONAL PROBLEMS  —------- Dut? 2025 MS Aug 25th 2023 was going to my worst and my best day all in one.  Going thru some stuff w/kids also it started 2 yrs Prior the day in speaking.  By the end of 8/25/2023 i realized i would have given up and leave Minnesota.  In a fleeing moment i knew in my heart it’s not safe here in MN>  so i had so much going good and left/lost all to never return to MN.  Middle brother/both both my kids (daughter + son) all want me dead or maybe worse.  Came to Seattle to relocate and start Fresh. Watching over my young siblings and baby brother 9-11 hours a day in the Safeway Cafe while our mom worked.   We weren’t allowed to stay at the shelter alone.  Knowing that w/o this shelter, we would freeze to Death in just a few hours.  Having to accept unacceptable shelter, and to know mom was doing unacceptable things to get us that shelter.  Having to help.  I was most thankful for having my cats back at the end of everything. I still wonder if it shortened their lives by years, after saying goodbye to them both. —---------- K I don’t have words for my give back. They’re lodged in my throat and I can’t see through the tears in my eyes. I can barely Breathe but I need to impart the fear and hope and poison that’s been churning in my body for months.  You have been hurt longer, and in different ways, but I feel safe and with family after your talk. Thank you, keep each other safe. —---------- ANONYMOUS I’ve been lucky to stay off the streets, only brushing up against the edge of the knife, kept warm & dry by friends and the generosity of strangers.  But since moving here the trauma has accumulated anyway, though ?-making friends with a lady who lived off Pac Ave with her brothers, finding out she passed away murdered by cold or overdose a few month after her brother, from hearsay- where’s her memorial?  How can we mourn when life is devalued live this. Fuck the city for sweeping and sweeping and the store avengers who torture those who merely ask to sit outside. —---------- Ellen Goetch It’s incredible to me how easily we as human beings forget that we are all in the same  boat as inhabitants of this earth and members of the human race.  The biggest differences that set us truly apart are nothing more than the ? trappings of wealth of the lack thereof, the backpack, which used to be the symbol of scholarship, self-betterment, and learning has now become a symbol of poverty and homeless and/or being “other”.  Every time I am in public in a mixed group of homeless and housed peoples, I became acutely aware of all the eyes scrutinizing ?  this essential luggage on my back that hold my few meager belongings that are important enough and sacred enough to be carried with me at all times.  There are so many times during any given day that I feel like I am some attraction in a zoo or circus show due to something as simple as having the convenience of carrying my home on my back.  My backpack is not the only homeless identifying characteristic though…another more embarrassing and shameful marker of my homelessness that I am confronted with multiple times a day is the smell of campfire on my clothing and self.  While I am with others who live outdoors and use campfire to keep warm I don’t recognize my “otherness”, however once I am surrounded by primarily housed folks, I can smell the musky,  sour smoke in my hair and clothes and feel the ? shame of my smell. —-------------------

Photo by Kelly Sikkema  on Unsplash RoofLESS radio Street Writing Workshops are offered by fellow houseless/formerly houseless povertyskolaz at POOR Magazine in schools, jail cells, shelter beds and wherever us poor peoples are... Anitra Freeman I became homeless because this society won’t bother to keep you alive if you aren’t of economic value.  I couldn’t work because of depression.   A home is the place you can be yourself.  If we unequivocally accept and love each other, we can be ourselves everywhere, and we will be at home anywhere. —----------------- Harriet Homelessness is instability, insecurity, Always wondering when the next shoe will drop. Uncertain where I’m waking up.  Constant super-vigilance, must be awake - aware who is around me, who is honest, who do I need to steer clear of.  No matter how I feel or think, Having to do what “others” tell me to do.  Being away from my children, my grandchildren.  Not having enough to pay raised rent, inured with no insurance.  Taking 10 years and a fractured body to finally be allowed to get legal I.D.  I existed enough to throw me in jail for “vagrancy” not enough to get a motel. Everything!  My dream is to build communities and help people heal.   —--------------------------- Joy Homelessness is not having stability or family and having to rely on the uncertainty of others’ genuine or disingenuous generosity whether relatives who think you overstay your welcome & ?  much or shelter on the streets or foster care, etc. How did I become homeless.  Do we consider foster care, juvy or group homes?  Then off & on since elementary school.  I was the “bad kid”.  Now, I was asked to leave as I overstayed my welcome.  Lots to say, little time. I just want a real community that doesn’t treat me less than.  A family I can call my own.  I want a relationship & off of having to rely on state/gov/non-profit assistance and have my independence back while having a real community with  me but one who doesn’t act fake around me as I hate being manipulated. —-------------- Margot Es dificil estar en la calle.  Hay mucho peligro y no quiere Dejan. El. Chel te ya que nos a dado mucho Siino-lumorauo.  En la calle —------------ While will whiskey is bad to bring to the hospital —-------------- I define this state as true misery.  The lack of a comfortable chair, where you can also put your feet after a long day, lamp for reading.  A bed where you can lay down, clean sheets that are your sheets, your quilt, your pillow.  A window you can look out, and adjust for air circulation and freshness.  A door that locks securely.  A closet where you can hang your clothes.  A painting, A photo A rug A mug A box of tea. A coat on a hook your books art supplies/fabric/sewing supplies.  Place of safety with family + friends. —-------- Damaris Milagros Lozada-Felix the  Now Amanda Anastasia Putri Seagal Rodriguez Arranging the tree on a Sunday of Women Empowerment and as I struggle and as I seen to battle…But determine I choose to have it arrange. Between the glue, the glitter, my finger with glue over it I still choose to have it between their message on style the silver, light pink,, medium pink or dark pink.  San Valentine’s will have it’s first first of expression of it’s color and truth!  However, my children remember me too with a thank without gift with a sorrow in the truth that in each year my absence.  Does not mean I don’t love you too.   So if reckless? Or not is a pretty tree too.  That In my absence remember me too for a second or two you mothers? Loves as a universe from the distance of two!  Amand Anastsia.  That’s what’s Happening The San Valentines Day from Homelessnes —--------- Homelessness to me is not having a stable living space that you can comfortably maintain.  I became homeless because of my (at the time) undiagnosed mental health and illness.  Because of my Bipolar disorder I was unable to maintain a job Having a home means progress to me.  On a happy note I have been accepted into a tiny home village. —---------------- Arden G Frankly, it’s in the name.  I got into an abusive relationship after my husband and child died, because I hated that I had not died + found someone who would hate me just as much.  He shot me, I ran, no one helped me. Home is a lack of fear when the end of the month comes.  You know you’re not going anywhere. Home is painting the walls without worrying about the deposit.  Home is quiet in the morning, a lock on the bathroom, shouting when I want, cooking for others. —--------

PeopleSkool at POORmagazine shared a crisis/empathy writing exercise with University of Washington students in a class titled "Homelessness" to reframe the dialogue from one of charity and othering to one of empathy and action. —---- While I haven’t faced a police harassment moment that I can think of at the top of my head, I’m always very alert and quite anxious around police because of the way I look.  I’m a brown middle eastern woman, wearing a hijab sometimes which can easily make me a target. —---- Um I think I’m going to ? about addiction. And my mother.  I can’t really ? or ? . I guess maybe the first day- I was 10 or something when I realize? This my mother had issues with substance and I don’t even know if I was to call it issues.  But I ? it was to forget ? when I was ? oh she’s wasted - I understand.  And it’s ? of ? her this everyday ? and she gets in a mood ? she ? when she is driving or high or -and she knows I hurt? And we’ve ? about it- I know why and I understand why but I ? —---- I’ve had the privilege of never facing eviction, police harassment, or sweeps.  However, as a first generation Vietnamese American, I always heard stories of my family’s experiences fleeing the war, (having to rebuild their whole lives) not knowing any English at all.  My mother + father both had large families (my dad having 6 siblings) who all had to squeeze into a small one-bed apartment, all sleeping on the floor.  Their experiences made me recognized the privilege of having a roof over my head + support to get a higher education. —----- I have never been faced directly with homelessness or loss in my life + I recognize this.  Growing up in San Francisco, I have visually seen homelessness.  I remember 4th grade my class and I had to walk to this elementary school downtown in the Tenderloin of S.F.  We had “reading buddies’ at the elementary school and would have a day every 2 weeks that we would spend reading + teaching English at this school.  On the walk there it was maybe 15-30 minutes and through the neighborhood of the tenderloin.  I had witnessed a lot of people who were unsheltered in this area + I remember feeling confused + uncertain as a young kid.  This is where my first true like interactions + witnesses of homeless in San Francisco began.  At this time, I had stereotypical understandings of homelessness + through uncertainty and lack of understanding, I felt scared.  I recognize this now + how I have a new perspective.  I hope people find new perspectives and narratives not the stereotypical + dismissed ones. —------ I have experienced getting an eviction notice During Covid.  My boyfriend lost his job and we started to struggle with just my income.  we thankfully had access to foodbanks and family that was able to help in some capacity.  I myself have not faced police harassment but I have seen it first had my boyfriend (Latino) had been pulled over for his car lights not being bright enough the police officer was very rude and nasty until he saw me a white girl.  He completely hanged his attitude.  As crisis I lost my mom to not death but drugs and ffter years she got clean then was in a DA relationship. I was lucky to have my dad who grew up in poverty and worked and id everything he could to provide for my brother and I. —------------ I come from a quiet street In Edmonds, a prominent Washington retirement town where poverty is barely visible if at all.  I attended a private K-8 school, and never even knew of the reality of poverty-everyone I knew was comfortable or at best hid their hardships from my eyes.  ? high school, I went to a public school and was exposed to a more accurate cross section of Edmond’s residents from a poverty/wealth standpoint.  Now in Seattle, I walk past unhoused people every day which has led me to become acutely aware of my positionality, and the discomfort that comes with it. —------------------------ I saw pictures of ICE parked outside the children’s hospital in my hometown in San Diego, implying the nation is prioritizing deporting sick and injured children in my community. —---------------- Earlier last year, we had an encampment in support for Gaza on university grounds.  During that time, there was a white supremacist who came to speak at another event, and rallied together people to harass, agitate, and try and oppress our encampment.  I held onto a shield mad of a trash can, and held the line to stop them from endangering our group and community standing in solidarity.  Whenever I look back to those moments what stings the most was how many people were there to hate. —----------- I was too young to remember much, however my siblings and mom tell me that mom struggled to find housing after leaving Mexico.  She was involved with partners who did not like her kids, were involved in drugs, imprisoned and would threaten to kick her out.  Thankfully, I do not remember much, other than moving a lot and sharing rooms with others. —------------- I’ve never experienced any of that directly, and I’m conscious of my privilege to have led a very sheltered life. I’ve been more confronted to homelessness since living on the west coast.  My last apartment my landlord wanted to sell and told me she had a buyer but needed me out in the next week.  I am lucky that I knew my rights and could stand up to her to keep my apartment according to my lease for at least 3 months.  She then called me every morning at 4 am and sent me heinous text and threatened to sue me.  As a 19 y/o it was hard to stand up to an adult. —--------------- My dad has been battling cancer for the last year.  He grew up in severe poverty and violence and seeing him deal with more trauma is so difficult.  However with Trump’s exec orders that limit and cut cancer research money, we see how Trump is attacking people’s health and ability to survive. He does not care about anyone unless they are a 1%-er. I would seek help from my family and/or friends.  Childcare is very expensive and food is an essential.  It would be hard to not take the job, but at the same time, not having money for rent would make life hard.  I would try to explore other options if I could not get help from family, but I also am unsure where I would start. —-------------------- I'm privileged enough to not have experienced eviction, police harassment, ICE, homelessness, etc.  But i have experienced loss, i lost my stepmother when i was 8  She was a true mother to me and she cared for me like i was her own.  I was in a year long state of apathy and couldn't properly grieve her.  I used to talk to her urn and pluck flowers from our garden to offer her every Sunday.  I thought about the video of the man who lost his mother’s ashes during a sweep, and i couldn’t help the sorrow i felt.  I cannot imagine losing something so personal and sentimental, in addition to grappling  with …living.  I must do my part.  This is not far, that was his FAMILY rendered dispensable. —-------------- Keyla Rivera When me and family arrived here the people that offered to shelter us would steal our food, and things, discourage/lie about opportunities and resources, disrespected our religion and would go through recycles our stuff without our permission. I don’t know, a possible solution I can think of is to get emergency funds from a non profit organization perhaps or ask my parents to stay with them or have them take care of the children for past those 15 hours. —--------------

RoofLESS radio Street-Writing Workshops are offered by fellow houseless/formerly houseless povertyskolaz at POOR Magazine in schools, jail cells, shelter beds and wherever us poor peoples are... Cody Ketterling Here I sit broken hearted Two years ago in March it started 5 years I shared a home and life   A perfect beauty I called my wife Still I left her without warning While she even kept my supper warming   Now forever lonely I shall weep  I’ll weep and weep til I can sleep Without the warmth I rarely rest   The night time is torture I confess I only deserve this shitty mess  shitty shitty messy messy and  forever misery misery misery I create my misery like a world class artist Here I sit broken hearted. A poem for Jordy Rose I hope peace has found you You deserve to have only Happiness I wish you the very best —---------- Dre Once living a life in a broken home not really sure if I should stay here (home) never having anything to myself.  All I have I gotta share which I hated, so as a kid I would give away almost everything that was gifted to me.  Alone I felt and then there death in the family more alone.  Streets ? I come not wanting to be by myself.  Family-self —----------- Alicia Rochelle ? My belongings were taken from me and I was attacked by DPW —-------------- Stephanie McKay My life was going so great at one point, everything I had been working on for thirty one years was coming to the goal line for my career, for my nephews and my nieces, my sisters and my brother, even for my mother and father as well as my step father, my step moms family, and well everyone was starting to really enjoy what they had ? ? into their lives, their existence.  Then suddenly one day my life went wow, what the hell just happened.  Unfortunately when your brain literally gets forced back together it may not always come back all in order, but fortunately character and personality always remain engraved? In all what we do and create, so if we just push forward, stay tough and strong willed and it isn’t worth the crisis. —-------- Ryan Minipin? One of the worst things I have lived through was when a total stranger walked up behind me cut the back of my neck from ear to ear w/ a knife.  It cut me down to the spinal cord and I nearly bled out and died.  It was so senseless and so traumatic.  I couldn’t believe I nearly lost my life like that. —---------- Charity I was with a woman for 5 years and when the pandemic hit she get a spinal infection and had an emergency surgery when she woke she was paralized from the neck down.  After she died I found out she was being torchered at the skilled nursing and rehabilitation center she was being cared for at.  They were hanging her upside down and starving her for water.  She didn’t want me to know because she thought it would make me mad.  I love you. —---------------- Wilbur The Event  that made me Homeless.   I HAD the SFPD kick in my front Door even though the keys were in the lock.  They then proceeded to kick in my bedroom door bathroom door and even my closet door (with no lock)  Every door they kicked in was unlocked, they then took my dog and let my cat out while arresting me all because they were at the wrong apartment.  Because they said they didn’t want me and I quote “they didn’t want me in their apartment? —------------------------ Gitani Minyena I find it uniquely ironic that I am having a tough time defining the word crisis ? etymology.  I am my own worst enemy accurately pinpoints my explanation of my own mind/adjust/change/and concept that criticism is accurate! —------------- Stanley Harris I started using drugs, and later got addicted to the street Life.  I dropped out of school and later got board with how I was living. —------------------ Joseph Moore I was in prison 4 six years and got a drug habit that i didn’t expect to became addicted.  I been trying to set on the right track it won’t happen tomorrow but it will soon. —--------- Kayla Lowry I asked a man for a light for my smoke.  Within that simple question he decided he and I were in love & in a relationship.  The next year and a half were a nightmare.  He beat me a total of 5 times and knocked out all of my teeth (I had perfect teeth before him). Put a gun to my head, bear-maced me, etc.  Somehow I survived and he is now doing life in prison 173 years to be exact. —---------------- Barry Gwen When I first started fentanyl it took alot of my friends lives from them and it really hurt me and it even made me overdose and die so it really is a curse. —---------------- Syme Harris My crisis began with my Divorce, the constant fighting and disrespect from my step kids caused my marriage to fall apart.  I left the situation with mixed feelings and lost my way.  I became homeless due to me not being able to focus. —------------------ Eve ? My worst crisis was losing my grandma and having to go to foster care.  I was young and didn’t really know how I was going to get over it.  Well, I never did. —------------------- Anthony Rumbaugh My biggest obstacle & Burden is getting my birth certificate to get my I.D. from out of state because this I qualified but didn’t get EDD $17,000 & also preventing me to get job housing, & Just Plain Carry ID which is the law. This has been my Biggest Struggle. —------------------ Don Llewellyn My worst crisis is the one I’m Dealing with presently.  I was coming Down there from  Chico. CA. when I was  Arrested for Possession.  They took my vehicle, and  made me Homeless with only the clothes I was wearing.  I’ve almost Died more times than I want to Remember As a result of this.  And It isn’t going to end until I win or lose my case. —------------------- Dre Walker A universal crisis is homelessness.  Broken homes addiction among other things such as incarceration and racism. One of my worst crisis is homelessness due to my addiction and my criminal lifestyle. —------------------- Jaron DeGray? One crisis that I had to deal with and still am dealing with is being homeless on the street by myself without family or friends.  I grew up working all my life, and housed.  Now going on six years i am still struggling with absolutely no help.  It’s even worst being on drugs but knowing and not forgetting where I came from.  I do see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I just tired of losing everything, including friends, but I will not give up so do hope to let everyone know hopefully in the future the worst of my story. —-------------------- Anna Torres The worst crisis I went through was watching my father kill himself via slicing his wrist.I went through a very difficult depression after were I myself became suicidal. —----------------------- Russell Hams, age 34 Crisis for me has been a sort of pressure cooker  Th pressure made me harder (more powerful) but the experience of it was intense.  I was in a physically abusive relationship with someone I had deep emotional connection to, and it had me mentally confused, but spiritually dauntless.  I wanted so badly to enjoy the glimpses of serenity and love I saw in my partner, but it was only an illusion.  I had to ultimately recognize that the serenity and security were products of my spiritual ? with mental and emotional congruence.  Only when I aligned in all 3 areas am I “happy” crisis can make or break a person.  It made me who I am now.  I am one philosopher ? —------------ Ken Schnaler One of My worst crisis was about 3 yrs ago when my Girl and me had a Pitbull Puppy that we rescued from a bad home  All was well until about 2 months in the dog got sick with Parvo.  Every vet wanted 3,000 dollars to help the dog.  I was never able to raise the money and the dog died.  It was the worst day of my life . —--------------------- Ruthie Section 8 Public Housing lost all my paperwork causing me to have to jump through hoops. —----------------- Javier Tanner My worst crisis was suffering on the job injury causing my job not to be able to accommodate my restriction and me not being able to pay my rent and becoming homeless eventually due to these events.  When up to this day I have been homeless with little help to be ? —----------- Cameron Hill The toughest crisis is the feeling that most of my peers are out to get me or is it not even a thing especially onez Ive helped in the past. Derrick My worst crisis was hurricane Katrina.  After losing everything we were determined to rebuild.  Nobody ever tell you that rebuilding would take so long.  10 years to get back to where we were, yet never to return home because home isn’t the same.  The homies who I’d visit on Thanksgiving to try their gumbo, they don’t live there anymore.  Neither does their grandparents. By 15 years, we were in the pandemic reacting again. —------------ WE HAD CAMPfiRE PROPERLY IN grounds Cuzin became flygirl —----------------- The worst crisis I experienced was financial issues.  Due to low poverty living I never gained credit growing up so therefore I was never accepted into a car loan, or to apply for a nice house.  Its an ongoing crisis in todays society. Is growing dramatically over the years. —----------------- My entire life crisis is I can’t adult.  The older I get, the less responsible & self reliant I feel.  I choose mental stability over financial stability because I don’t see a point in working myself to death to pay for an apartment or house I’ll never truly get to enjoy.  I chose to travel in my late twenties and found myself living so much more abundantly & free? Then I was living with roommates working.  The universe seemed to just take care of me one day @ a time.   But after a terrible miscarriage & another attempt of living a supposed “more stable” life.  I realized once again & more strikingly, I cannot adult.  My 30’s came, and I started to take action the best way I know how to..  In my thoughts some would call it procrastination, but in truth I don’t jump into action without much well thought out planning first - even if it means inaction, I prefer doing nothing over fixing costly mistakes.  Seeing the scale of the homeless crisis got me thinking over time to not only save myself, but to save the world, or at least make it a better one..because this 9-5 overtime, income taxed wage-slave existence and corporate servitude as it exists is on some level of hell.  We could be living in heaven now if we can create the alternatives and fight the unjust absurdities - even if it’s just calling them out and questioning everything.  Why are we paying rent on the planet we were born on?  Why are we forced to pay for a lifestyle we don’t want?  Clearly its illegal to just exist.  Let’s make better choices /options, in communities where we can just work on growing our own food & making meals for ourselves & loved ones instead of working @ restaurants we couldn’t afford or other pointless career opportunities.  My old life sucked so I quit it. So can you. —---------- The hardest part of Family loss/Domestic Violence life is making and staying connected to a support group.  My friends have become my family over time.  But is always a struggle around the holidays and seeing other w/family —------- There are three reasons I Became Homeless. 1st reason I moved from my mom house The 2nd reasons I Became homeless Is I lost my Job AND the third reason is I F the ? put me in Jail and f everything.  And there are the reasons I Lost my Home —-------

April 5 Tovaangar Land (Los Angeles) 2pm | Bernie's Coffee Shop, 6101 Wilshire Blvd April 12 Coast Miwok Land (San Rafael, Ca) 1pm | San Rafael Mission, 1104 5th Ave  April 26 Huchiun (Oakland, Ca) 3pm | EastSide Arts Alliance, 2277 International Blvd May 20 Yelamu (San Francisco) 6pm | City Lights Books, 261 Columbis Ave The UnTour Book chronicles their walks into occupied land and stolen resources in the US. Sites like occupied Lenape Territory aka Philadelphias’ main Line and the historic “Old Philadelphia” rife with examples of what tiny gray-garcia calls Klanmarks and ManUments, honoring the multitude of self-proclaimed “discoverers” such as Cristopher Columbus who in actuality perpetrated great harm on indigenous peoples both personally and historically or Clayton Duncan and other indigenous Pomo leaders work to unwash the lies about the Bloody Island  Massacre in so-called KelseyVille named after the murderer who perpetrated the genocide of hundreds of innocent indigenous women and children, or Priscilla Hunter, the Pomo Mama Tree Warrior and Protector of so many old growth trees from the violence of the Lumber Industry to the Resistance Marks of Alex Nieto, Mario Woods and Sean Monterrosa to name a few, killed by PoLice but honored in San Francisco in beautiful street-based murals of resistance to the warrior work of indigenous women creating their own Land Trust, and the story of indigenous women taking down the ManUmeant honoring a Spanish missionary who committed genocide on California Indians, to sites of BlackLand Return and resistance, all of this and so much more, reaching globally into Palestine, West Papua, Hawai’i and Kashmir.   “We find ourselves again at a crossroads, where we each need to choose a side AND when our Mother Earth and all living beings are under attack. The UnTour book gives us a guide to how we got here and Hope of finding our way back from the edge of destruction of our very souls.” Corrina Gould. KlanMarks, ManUMeants and Plakkks- UnTour Guide Across Occupied Turtle Island “KlanMarks” are my word for all the colonizer blight claiming sacred spaces and sacred stories and washing the truth of genocide off the stolen land— thousands of mis-named, occupied and stolen indigenous lands and sacred sites across Turtle Island, where the land-stealers, occupiers, genocidal perpetrators, aka colonizers are lifted up as heroes. The names of the murderers, the rapists, the robbers, the stealers, the re-writers, and the occupiers litter Turtle Island. But, in this book, there are also so many powerful acts of re-creating, redefining, LandBacking, and land-returning  stolen Mama Earth—from Palestine to Chief Siah’l (Seattle) on Turtle Island, from Bloody Island to Lisjan Land—so this UnTourBook is also meant to honor, pray, dream, and lift up the voices of resistance until all of the KlanMarks are gone and all the LiberationMarks replace them.  Tiny gray-garcia aka povertyskola - visionary and co-writer of the Untour Book Across Occupied Turtle Island El Libro de UnTour narra sus caminatas en tierras ocupadas y recursos robados en los Estados Unidos. Sitios como el Territorio Lenape ocupado, conocido como la Línea Principal de Filadelfia y la histórica “Vieja Filadelfia”, abundan en ejemplos de lo que tiny gray-garcía llama Klanmarks y ManUments (monumentos), honrando a la multitud de autoproclamados “descubridores” como Cristóbal Colón, que en realidad perpetró grandes daños a los pueblos indígenas tanto personal como históricamente, o Clayton Duncan y otros líderes indígenas Pomo trabajan para deslavar las mentiras sobre la masacre de la Isla Sangrienta en la llamada Kelseyville, que lleva el nombre del asesino que perpetró el genocidio de cientos de mujeres y niños indígenas inocentes, o Priscilla Hunter, el Pomo Mama Tree Warrior y Protector de tantos árboles viejos de crecimiento, desde la violencia de la industria maderera hasta las marcas de resistencia de Alex Nieto, Mario Woods y Sean Monterrosa, por nombrar algunos, asesinado por la policía, pero honrado en San Francisco en hermosos murales callejeros de resistencia al trabajo guerrero de mujeres indígenas que crean su propia tierra, y la historia de las mujeres indígenas derribando el monumento honrando a un misionero español que cometió genocidio contra los indios de California, a los sitios de retorno y resistencia de Tierra Negra, todo esto y mucho más, llegando globalmente a Palestina, Papúa Occidental, Hawai’i y Cachemira. “Nos encontramos de nuevo en una encrucijada, donde cada uno de nosotros necesita elegir un lado Y cuando nuestra Madre Tierra y todos los seres vivos están bajo ataque. El libro de UnTour nos da una guía de cómo llegamos aquí y la esperanza de encontrar nuestro camino de regreso desde el borde de la destrucción de nuestras propias almas”. Corrina Gould. KlanMarks, ManUMeants y Plakkks (Monumentos y Placas) - Guía de UnTour a través de la Isla de la Tortuga ocupada “KlanMarks” es mi palabra para toda la plaga colonizadora que reclama espacios sagrados e historias sagradas y lava la verdad del genocidio de las tierras robadas: Miles de tierras indígenas mal nombradas, ocupadas y robadas y sitios sagrados a través de la Isla Tortuga, donde los ladrones de tierras, ocupantes, perpetradores genocidas, también conocidos como colonizadores son levantados como héroes. Los nombres de los asesinos, los violadores, los ladrones, los reescritores, y los ocupantes ensucian Turtle Island. Pero, en este libro, también hay tantos actos poderosos de recreación, redefinición, LandBacking y devolución de tierras robadas Mama Tierra —desde Palestina hasta el Jefe Siah’l (Seattle) en la Isla Tortuga, desde la Isla Sangrienta hasta la Tierra Lisjan—Así que este libro de UnTour también está destinado a honrar, orar, soñar, y levantar las voces de resistencia hasta que todos los KlanMarks se hayan ido y todos los LiberationMarks los reemplacen. Tiny gray-garcia alias povertyskola, visionario y co-escritor del libro Untour a través de la ocupada Isla Tortuga Poster Text UnTour Book Release in So-called California // Lanzamiento del libro UnTour en la llamada California Save the dates // apartar las fechas Swipe for event details // Desliza el dedo para ver los detalles del evento More events tbd // Más eventos por confirmar Get updates // Obtener actualizaciones Buy books // comprar libros

Community Demands Justice at emergency press conference, speakout  and prayer ceremony    FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Contact: Eli or Shawn O’Malley / Vallejo Homeless Union 516-510-5481  tiny gray-garcia, POOR Magazine/Homefulness,510-435-7500  What: Emergency  Press Conference/Prayer Ceremony and Speak-Out by Vallejo Homeless Union and POOR Magazine When: 5pm Tuesday, March 11th   Where: Vallejo City Hall     James Edward Oakley, a 58 year old  houseless, life-long resident of Vallejo was crushed to death by a bulldozer while a “sweep” was being conducted in an empty lot.  Houseless and formerly houseless organizers from The Vallejo Homeless Union and POOR Magazine are demanding answers and justice for James.  “They knew James was there when they ran that backho through that lot,”  said Shawn O’Malley, longtime friend of James and a currently houseless organizer with Vallejo Homeless Union, He continued, “First they kill him , then they try to kill his reputation.”  Shawn went on to explain that the media coming out about James is trying to portray James as a “criminal” to make it seem like his life didnt matter, which is more anti-poor, anti-Black violence always perpetrated against poor and houseless residents.  “Sweeps are literally killing houseless people from Shannon Marie Bigley in California to Cornelius Taylor in Georgia, and now James Edward Oakley, all run over by bulldozers in  “Sweeps” of their outdoor shelters.  As poor,  houseless, indigenous people we have our own healing, practical  solutions to homelessness, they do not include spending millions of tax dollars sweeping humans like we are trash,” said Tiny gray-garcia, formerly houseless, incarcerated povertyskola and co-founder of POOR Magazine Homefulness  Following the Grants Pass Vs Johnson Supreme Court Ruling that deemed houseless residents of the US no longer protected by the 8th amendment of the constitution state and city legislators, police and sheriffs enhanced their already violent "sweeps"  policy of houseless people by directing state agencies to dismantle homeless encampments on state land  Hundreds of houseless elders and disabled adults lives have become gravely endangered and have died in increasing numbers due to this state sponsored violence over the last several months that is being threatened to get worse under the new administration.. “200 years ago, before colonization there wasn’t even a concept of homelessness,” said Talking chief/spokesperson of the confederated villages of Lisjan/Ohlone and co-founder of the Sogorea Te Land Trust and Family Elders Council member of Homefulness.a homeless peoples solution to homelessness which  just welcomed their 23rd houseless family into rent-free forever housing. “He was a gentle giant kind of guy, if i needed a jump or something he’d be right there, many times actually, you could always count on him,” Shawn spoke through tears about his friend James.  The press conference and prayer ceremony will feature houseless residents of Vallejo and housed advocates and houseless/formerly houseless members of Homefulness and POOR Magazine/Mixed Collective and Where Do We Go For updates follow  @vallejohomelessunion  @poormagazine @mixedcollective

Saturday, March 8 Danzantes del Area de la Bahia se preparan a recibir otro Yancuic Xihuitl. Este año le damos la bienvenida a Matlactli Huan Yei (13 Calli). Todos bienvenidos. Los esperamos el Sábado 8 de Marzo, 2025 en 4730 Fleming Ave. Oakland (Tierra Ohlone) 9am. Invitando a todos los Calpullis,Danzantes ,Mitotianis de Los cuatro rumbos a celebrar el Majtlaktli Uan Yei/13 calli, aqui en su humilde casa en Oakland,California territorio Ohlone Nos unimos a cuidar nuestros Callis,Casas,Comunidades,Círculos,Teokallis en estos tiempos que estamos pasando como comunidades. Inviting all the Calpullis, Dancers, Mitotianis of the four directions to come and celébrate Majtlaktli Uan Yei/13 calli, here in our humble home in Oakland, California, Ohlone territory. We join to take care of our Callis, Houses, Communities, Circles, Teokallis in these times that we are going through as communities. Saturday March 8 at 9am 4730 Fleming Ave. Oakland. Fotografias por @shotszbybriana de Yancuic Xihuitl 12 Tecpatl.