Voices of Immigrants in Resistance/Voces de Inmigrantes en Resistencia
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El proyecto de justicia a través de la educación bilingüe, el periodismo y los medios de comunicación para los migrantes y sabios de la pobreza Bi-lingual education, journalism and media justice project for migrant and poverty scholars |
The Hunger Striking for True Freedom Tour
By Min King X aka Pyeface
Landless/houseless, Indigenous Black, Brown and Disabled Youth & Family Poverty Skolaz Lead a Tour thru NorthWest Occupied Turtle Island
Poor/houseless/indigenous youth, families, and elders share models of landless peoples' self-determination, Po'Lice-free land liberation, revolutionary media, and art.
Change Won't Come from a Savior, a Pimp or an Institution...
Poor/houseless/indigenous youth, families, and elders share models of landless peoples' self-determination, Po'Lice-free land liberation, revolutionary media, and art.
What: Poor/houseless/indigenous peoples "tour" Turtle Island with medicine of Homefulness, media, poetry, workshops, books, and "How to Not Call Po'Lice Ever"/"Poverty Scholarship" readings
When: June 5th-13th
Cachanilla de Corazón por: Liliana Esparza
Mexicali Baja California es una ciudad fronteriza ubicada en el Norte de México.
Indigenous Mamaz Herstories on Poverty in a Pandemic. By Liliana Esparza
I was born in a hot land over 100% degrees. Where you can even cook eggs on the pavement. It is a desert where poor people could make their little houses where you can find them.
Indigenous Mamaz Herstories on Poverty in a Pandemic: Teresa
Mi nombre es Teresa. Soy Mama de 5 hermosos hijos, 4 hombres y una hermosa hija. 5 hermosos nietos, 3 hermosas nietas y 2 hermosos nietos. Soy de la ciudad de Mazatlán Sinaloa, Larazos.
Indigenous Mamaz Herstories on Poverty in a Pandemic: Edith Herrera
Mi nombre es Edith Herrera.
Indigenous Mamaz Herstories on Poverty in a Pandemic: Carmen Rodarte
Mi nombre es: Carmen Rodarte
PoLice Terrorized For Being Houseless- My Mama's Story
Sudden knocking in the middle of the night on the battered door of the taped together 1970 Ford Station Wagon. Lights shining through the window, so much harsher than usual against the darkness that blanketed the area where the car was parked. A scared daughter and her weary mother, tired after many of these nights, most of them ending with one of them in jail, after being nearly beaten.
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