Local Poverty and Resistance

Black Disabled Families in Amerikkka-The Crisis of Bessie and Devonte Taylor--Settler Colonial Lies from Salinas to San Francisco

Where Do We Go? An Open Letter to Caltrans and the City of Berkeley

OPEN LETTER TO TONY TOVAREZ, DIRECTOR, DISTRICT 4, CALTRANS AND JESSE ARREGUIN, MAYOR OF BERKELEY FROM THE RESIDENTS OF THE ENCAMPMENTS ON CALTRANS AND CITY OF BERKELEY PROPERTY

Roofless Radio Deep East Oakland- Tyan

A: My name is Tyan, I'm here from Oakland. Currently I am homeless. How I ended up here, it's a long story. I got drunk one night, and I never went back home. That's cutting to the chase right there. And I tell everybody, alcohol is a gateway to everything else out here. Weed is a gateway to everything else out here. I have a child, 13 years old, I miss dearly. I'm not doing anything to help her right now. I feel terrible.

Roofless Radio Deep East Oakland- A Grieving Mama

On February 25th, the year 2006, I lost my 16-year-old son due to gunfire. After that it spiraled downhill. I went rom alcohol to perscription drugs. From there, I had an A1 dissection heart surgery. I lost my husband five months ago. Thirty-five years I was with him. His sister sold the house out from underneath me, and I was one the streets. And as of tomorrow, BART is putting us out. So I have no place to go and no money.

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People Skool for Poverty Skolaz- Ingrid

My name is Ingrid De Leon. Mother of a princess and three beautiful children. This is a story about power. Of leaders of organizations.

I feel like garbage. I was seeking help from my adoptive family. I didn't ask for money. I made tamales, so I could sell them, and they would buy them, and to feel that I wasn't begging for money. But for a moment I felt like I was in the clouds, because there were people buying my tamales, and I needed the money.

People Skool for Poverty Skolaz- Tacuma

Everything is a Waiting List

I was on my way home from middle school one day. WHAT! A sheriff deputy is at my house with a pink lockout notice on the door and my mom's in tears. What to do, another homeless family in SF. My mother has been on the Section 8 waiting list for years.