Migrante/Inmigrant Justice


The Son of a Filipino Immigrant

Julius Domantay is released from prison on a pardon and within minutes is seized

Tony Robles/PNN
Tuesday, August 19, 2008;

An ancestral voice draws me closer. Thick syllables weave through the air like brown leaves steeped with the wisdom of winter rain; proudly displaying its beauty like a butterfly coming into bloom--wings beyond reach.

Don't Spray On Me: Families, children resist this inhuman and very questionable "spraying" of our lan

Tony Robles/PNN
Monday, April 21, 2008;

"Profits enslave the world"
--Filipino American labor organizer Philip Vera Cruz

The cat sprayed in the computer and now the government wants to spray on us. The reason? It's called LBAM, aka the light brown apple moth. The state and big agribusiness is putting out propaganda that says this little moth--unless controlled by spraying--will cost California billions of dollars in lost crop export revenue.

Poor People Must Ride/Los Pobrez Tienen que Raytear: S.F. Community Voices Against Bus Fare Hikes

Gloria Esteva--Voces de Inmigrantes en Resistencia Thursday, March 25, 2010

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Abuelita

Tony Robles/PNN
Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poema para pachamama/Poem for Mother Earth 2010: Marlon Crump's Poem

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Sun you clouded, the Sons you ousted

It was all here for you to feast

But you shared your crops and lives, even died for the nature of the beast.

fruit from the poisonous tree

Replaced by sons hung who grew land

Every single seed in it sad, sullen, and

Seething by the misdeeds, and acts of man

Seeds of man, seeds of woman

stricken with sicknesses to slow death

Health in the greeds, in the hands of wealth

The sun you clouded, the sons you ousted

Round ray of light for existence,

in great peril from the fires ignited

Poema para pachamama/Poem for Mother Earth 2010: An indigenous healing in honor of Earth Day 2010

Ingrid de Leon
Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Que rico olor de la tiera agradable porque esta mojada

Me recuerda al campo que me vio crecer

El olor incomparable .cuando cahe la llubia en primabera

Los arboles se sienten cortesudos y moroñosos

!como se siente la tierra por las mañanas cuando caee el llelo!

Escucho el aire por las ramas de los arboles y veo como las hojas se mueben de un lado a otro . con un silbido suabe .

Me recuerdo de aquellas lindas tardes .

Sin contaminascion! en el bello campo!

Ingrid, Arizona:

"Indigenous peoples, in particular those divided by international borders, have the right to maintain and develop contacts, relations and cooperation, including activities for spiritual, cultural, political, economic and social purposes, with other peoples across borders."
--U.N Declaration on Indigenous Peoples, Article 35

Tony Robles/PNN
Wednesday, April 28, 2010;

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