Housing/Gentrification

Invasion of the Tent Snatchers II
2019 WeSearch Report from Poverty Skola/WeSearchers from the Occupied Ohlone/Lisjan Village of Yelamu (San Francisco) Presents: Ongoing Tent and Belonging Theft in San Francisco under Mayor London Breed
WeSearch def: Poor and indigenous peoples-led research. Launched by POOR Magazine poverty skolaz)

SF WeSearch Release Summary

What:POOR Press Book, Curriculum Release and Theatre Workshop Tour 

Bay Area Readings & workshops
Feb 3rd 1pm Theatre of the POOR Workshop at Homefulness- 8032 MacArthur Bl East Oakland

Hunger

drove me to

seek sustenance

at Safeway.  Desperately I searched

for food without fillers not born in a lab

for food without pesticide tainting its skin

for food without chemical colors mixed in

for food not injected, infected or foul

for food not obtained through abuse of the wild

When suddenly from deep inside my soul

a deafening tone rose and took control

my body shook as i scremaed and yelled

that the food in the store was not fit to sell

Below are the "I" stories created by Unhoused residents of Berkeley who live in RV's and Vans on the occupied streets of Berkeley ( aka Huchuin Lisjan/Ohlone Land) in POOR Magazine's Street-Writing Workshop held weekly on the corners of 8th & Harrison streets.

Listen to the Podcast by clicking here

Listen to the Podcast from a Poverty Skola by clicking here

Read the transcript below:

I feel like its so close- but i don’t know
Hypokkkrazy ( as i call it ) is real….

Unhoused, poverty skolaz living in vehicles and on the streets in the stolen Ohlone/Lisjan land colonizers call Berkeley face constant harassment (like they do pretty much everywhere) -but in Berkeley,its not so much from one entity, poltrickster or community, but from all of them and mostly from "Nimbyism" (Not in my backyard), fueled by the omnipresent, anti-poor people hate that exists everywhere in colonized Turtle Island.

Salt, grease and fried meat filled the air. with just hint of burnt sugar thrown in. My mind wandered to breakfasts past sizzling in a greasy diner. The only thing was, i was on my bike, riding past an empty lot in East Oakland at 6:30am. No houses or restaurants were remotely close. And then i saw the smoke,and heard the sizzle. It was coming from one of a long line of late model Subarus, Hondas, BMW’s, Acura sedans, and even a Mercedes, no car older than 2015, parked along this hidden street.

Politricks and poverty - go together like milk and sour honey

“Wow, i didn’t even know that place was gone” New Orleans born and raised sisSTAR Ann, exclaimed as we rolled through the gentriFUKed and/or re-deviloped streets of the 9th ward, Algiers and Treme neighborhoods of New Orleans, to name a few.