Po'Lice Abuse/PIC

This Boy Had His Hands in the Air: Mayor Newsom and the Murder by Po'Lice of Cammerin Boyd

Wednesday, September 1, 2004

" I am here and I won't go away", A deep heat beat down on the alabaster concrete steps of City Hall on Thursday, while the melodious voice of Isabel (Mother) Boyd, Cammerin Boyd's grandmama began filling with tears of unjustified grief, " In May my grandson, Cammerin Boyd, was shot down like a dog in the streets, he was murdered." With each tear she brought everyday sounds and movements at City Hall to a complete stop.

NO More Stolen Lives! March and Rally in honor of Stolen lives of Po'Lice terror in Oakland.

Tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia/PNN
Monday, February 9, 2009

Clap , snap, clap the sound of batons clicking against skin they surrounded us. three rows in back of us, three in front one on either side. As far as the eyes could see, they were there, with swinging batons, thick boots on asphalt and helmuts down. They had no eyes, only weapons. Moving in formation, over 500 uniformed military po-lice entrapping mamaz, daddy's, brothers and sons marching in honor of stolen lives, of their sons, brothers, fathers, mothers, lost to the guns and weapons of these very po'lice.

Just Six More Steps…A houseless mentally ill man is murdered after one night in Santa Rita county jail

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

“ Mr. Freeman. .Mr. Freeman…are you listening to me.. I need you to understand me…you are no longer allowed on Telegraph avenue – if you are seen there, you will be arrested…”

The Tall man with the gray-black beard barely nodded while knocking his thin frame against the confines of his bright Orange Alameda county jail outfit. If he could only just focus on his feet – he knew he would be ok , but there was a wall in each direction . Steps.. he would just focus on the steps...

It was a warm night...A poem in honor of a young brother, Idriss Stelley, shot down by police


It was a warm night
the kind that drips
with pain

It was a warm night
filled with whispers
and screams

you can peel that
kind of night away
with your fingernails -
you can cry into
that kind of night
and no-one will hear you

it was a warm night
filled with you ...

All Of Us Or None: Formerly Incarcerated Experts and Their Families Educate the Community.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

This poem is Honor of
incarcerated mothers and
Homeless mothers…
Immigrant mothers and
Low and no-wage working mothers
Welfare mothers and
3 job working mothers

in other words this poem is honor of
INS-ed with
CPS-ed with and
DHSed with mothers
In other words all of us
System-messed with Mothers…excerpt from This poem is honor of Mothers by Tiny/Po Poets Project

Adachi Questions Police Shooting of Tyrelle Taylor (introduction by Jeff Adachi)

Laure McElroy and Tiny/poverty and race scholars, Vincent Bevins/race, poverty and media justice intern;
Tuesday, March 20, 2007


On Sept. 21, 2005, at 11:00 in the morning, Tyrelle Taylor, then 18, was shot at least three times, twice in the back and once in the hand, while running away from the SFPD near his home on Northridge Road. Police are claiming that Tyrelle pointed a weapon at them. At the time of the incident, several witnesses said that Tyrelle was running from the police at the time the shots were fired.


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