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Por Teo/By Teo El tiempo en los últimos años ha subido la temperatura inconsideradamente en varios estados de los estado unidos. Algunos noticieros dicen que suben las temperaturas porque hay contaminación en el aire y sube a la atmósfera y eso hace que produzca mucho calor en nuestras comunidades.  Estas temperaturas de calor en el sur, la costa central, y el norte de California también suben como el calor en nuestra comunidad. También, no afecta a todos en la misma manera-- afecta más a los jóvenes, ancianos, y a las personas con discapacidades. Estamos más débiles y no podemos resistir el calor que sube en estos tiempos de temperatura récord. Algunas veces, estas temperaturas producen incendios por la vegetación. Las hierbas verdes se ponen en riesgo de incendios por el tanto calor en estos últimos años aquí en el estado. The temperature has risen considerably in recent years in various states of the United States. Some news reports say that temperatures rise because there is pollution in the air and it rises to the atmosphere and this is what produces a lot of heat in our communities.  These hot temperatures in the south, central coast, and northern California also rise like the heat in our community. Also, it does not affect everyone in the same way--it more so affects young people, the elderly, and people with disabilities. We are weaker and we cannot resist the heat in these times of record temperature. Sometimes, these temperatures produce fires in vegetation. Greenery is put at risk of fires due to the heat in recent years here in the state.

Por Alvaro Kepokamaztli Tellez/ By Alvaro Kepokamaztli Tellez Desalojo, No recuerdo qué día fue? Pero si recuerdo la tarde que abrí la puerta de mi casa y lo primero que vi fue la notificación de 30 días de desalojo. Mi primera reacción fue enojo, impotencia, miedo y coraje. Recuerdo que tuvimos una baja de trabajo y estábamos pasando por una mala situación económica. Tuvimos una situación, ya que estábamos pagando una van y era casi el 70% que habíamos pagado, y por falta de pagos perdimos nuestro transporte de trabajo. Recuerdo que eran como las 10pm y escuche ruidos de un motor grande y me dio curiosidad y salí a revisar! Me di cuenta que era una grúa ya con nuestra van lista para llevarsela, creo que fue el principio del fin! Tuvimos que ir a corte sin buenos resultados, ya que no nos regresaron la van, lo único que fue que el juez ya no nos obligo a pagar el resto que debíamos y mandarnos a colección. Culeros!! Gentrificación. Voy manejando por esta ciudad o caminando (s.f.) ese sol, la neblina, ese atardecer que ya se siente el frío después de estar el clima caliente!  El barrio donde nacieron y crecieron  mis hijas La Mission, diversidad de culturas, Mexicanos, Salvadoreños, Hondurenos, Guatemaltecos, Afroamericanos, etc. Veía casas victorianas, hoy veo condominios, restaurantes que no puedo pagar, veo gente rica que me ven como extraños! Donde esta mi gente! Que paso? Mi familia, mi cultura me mantienen vivo! Ometeotl!!! English: Eviction,  I don't remember what day it was? But I do remember the afternoon I opened the door of my house and the first thing I saw was the 30-day eviction notification. My first reaction was anger, helplessness, and fear. I so remember we were out of work and we were going through a bad economic situation. We were paying for a van and it was almost 70% paid, but due one missed payment we lost our work transportation. I remember it was like 10pm and I heard noises from a big engine and half-curious I went out to check! I realized it was a crane already ready to take our van, I think it was the beginning of the end! We had to go to court without good results, since they did not return the van, the only good thing was that the judge did not force us to pay the rest we owed and sent us to collection. Assholes! Gentrification. I'm driving through this city or walking (n.d.) that sun, the fog, that sunset that you can already feel the cold after the weather is hot! The neighborhood where my daughters were born and raised, The Mission, diversity of cultures, Mexicans, Salvadorenos, Hondurenos, Guatemalans, African Americans, etc. I saw Victorian houses, today I see condos, restaurants that I can't afford, I see rich people who see me as strangers! Where are my people! What happened?  My family, my culture keep me alive! Ometeotl!!

Por Teo / By Teo Una tarde, cayendo la noche, me estaba tomando descanso en un banco por la Main St. en la ciudad. Yo estaba brindando unas cervezas frías en compañía de unas personas que estaban en ese lugar. No recuerdo sus nombres pero entro una persona y esa persona y ya habíamos tenido problemas anteriormente siempre que nos encontrábamos nos agredimos verbalmente pero ese día quería pelear me agredió. Yo también estaba listo para pelear. De ese lugar llamaron a la policía y la policía vino y nos preguntó por la identificación. Recuerdo que nos dijo, “Váyanse de aquí y si regresan a este lugar los voy a arrestar.” Los policías se fueron. Yo regresé a ese mismo lugar a seguir brindando pero en mi pensamientos alterados con los efectos de las cervezas frías, seguía tomando y platicando cuando otra vez regrese con esa misma persona que me atacó. Esta vez creía firmemente que me empujaba o me golpeaba con los puños cerrados. También yo me defendía con mis manos empuñadas. Como una pelea de inconsciente por el coraje y por el alcohol, otra vez me regresa la policía. Recuerdo que la persona con la que estaba peleando la policía lo agarró y le puso las esposas. Recuerdo bien que yo lo seguía agrediendo él con las esposas en sus puños y yo estaba tratando de golpearlo para ganar la pelea pero la policía lo agredía a mi. También los policías me pegaron en mi cabeza y con el golpe me reventaron mi cabeza y salía mucha sangre pero yo no me daba cuenta porque estábamos en la acción de la pelea. Me di cuenta cuando pisé un charco de sangre y me toque la herida me di cuenta que esa sangre era mía. Fue algo desagradable porque era algo exagerado toda esta situación que yo miraba y en ese momento el problema se giró, me trasladaron al hospital de la ciudad. No recuerdo mucho de lo que pasó en el hospital pero me cerraron la herida que yo tenía en mi cabeza y me llevaron a la cárcel en la ciudad de Santa Cruz. De ese condado los policías me tomaron las huellas y recuerdo que ellos me trataban amablemente y me llevaron a la casa que en ese tiempo yo vivía con mis padres en Watsonville, CA. English: One afternoon, as night was falling, I was taking a break on a bench on Main St. in the city. I was drinking cold beers in the company of people who were from there. I don’t remember their names but one person came and this person and I had always had problems before, we found we verbally argued, but on this day he wanted to fight me physically. And I was also ready to fight. From here, they called the police, who came and asked us for identification. I remember they told us “Leave and if you come back I'm going to arrest you.” The police left. I went back to the bar to keep drinking but in my altered thoughts from the effects of the cold beers, I kept drinking and talking when again, I was with the person who attacked me. This time I truly believed he pushed me and punched me with his closed fists. I also defended myself with my hands in fists. Like a fight of unconsciousness due to anger and to alcohol, the police returned again for me. I remember that the person I was fighting with- the police grabbed him and put handcuffs on him. I remember well that I kept attacking him with the handcuffs on his fists and I was trying to hit him to win the fight but the police attacked me. The police also hit me on my head and with the blow they burst my head, a lot of blood came out but I didn't realize it because we were in the middle of the fight. I realized when I stepped on a pool of blood and I touched the wound and realized the blood was mine. It was something unpleasant because it was dramatic, this whole situation that I was looking at, and at that moment the problem turned around, they transferred me to the hospital in the city. I don't remember much about what happened in the hospital, but they closed the wound I had in my head and they took me to the jail in Santa Cruz. The police took my fingerprints and I remember they treated me kindly and took me to the house where at that time I lived with my parents in Watsonville, CA.

We are actively working with houseless poverty skolaz and housed allies in the Pacific Northwest, Tovaangar (LA) and Yelamu (San Francisco) to bring/mamafest more of the medicine of Homefulness and to do that we have launched a new effort with guidance from our first Nations Ohlone /Lisjan relatives called The Homeful Tax . Please help us put this out as far and wide as possible. And please help us with your love-stained dollars  so we can finish Homefuness2 and unSell more of occupied Turtle Island. To redistribute to the Homeful Tax go to   linktr.ee/HomefulnessTax .   To learn more about the practicable solution of Homefulness, radical redistribution and ComeUnity reparations - which currently funds Homefulness 1 & is trying to raise resources to fund Homefulness2 off-grid solar energy system, as well as Homefulness 3 in the Pacfic Northwest, Homefulness4 in occupied Yelamu (San Francisco), Homefulness5 in occupied Tovaangar (LA) and hundreds of houseless families with rent, food, utility bills and basic support. Please consider registering for the upcoming Decolonization/DegentriFUKation seminar of PeopleSkool- more information here www.poormagazine.org/education . Who pays this off grid poor people "tax"?  Anyone who is housed If you have a home please consider redistributing  whatever you can so houseless peoples can build/house ourselves1)  $1.00 to 1million  To build rent-free forever homes for houseless families, & elders www.poormagazine.org/homefulness -currently housing 21 houseless youth adults and elders in Deep East Huchiun (Oakland) ¿Quién paga este "impuesto" a los pobres fuera de la red?  Cualquiera que esté alojado Si tienes una casa por favor considera contribuir.  lo que sea posible para que las personas sin hogar podamos construir/alojarnos1) 1,00 a 1 millón  Para construir hogares permanentes y gratuitos para familias, ancianos y jóvenes sin hogar, visítenos en www.poormagazine.org/homefulness . Actualmente alberga a 21 adultos jóvenes y ancianos sin hogar en Deep East Huchiun (Oakland) .

By evander McElroy /POORmagazine Youth PovertySkola “It's the monster versus the politrickster” …tiny I didn’t vote. I said it! There was no one on that federal level worthy enough to be President of this broken country. Why does it even matter? The vote of the people doesn’t choose the President. We flock out to the polling places as if we are doing something and on a local level perhaps we are but anything else we ain’t doing much.  Another Evander Lore Drop™, I am online a lot, particularly on Twitter/X mostly in left wing circles, and being so close to the election, a lot of people are talking about it. They’ll be stressing the importance of voting, and how we need to make sure former President Trump isn’t the one who wins. On a surface level I can agree with that, Donald Trump is the worst possible choice for this country, but that is where our opinions differ. I, in good conscious couldn’t vote for another bad person just because one is worse. If they’re both bad, they shouldn’t be the President. There are many people who agree with me especially when it comes to the issue of Palestine. You could argue that Kamala has not made any sort of stance on how she feels and I would say that’s some bullshit. I see videos of burning children daily, and she feels like she has to double down on israHELL just because she want’s to be President? Selling your soul for political office is crazy.  Along with Kamala are her annoying proformative activist fans! These are people who a few months ago seemingly shared my same opinion. We want a FREE PALESTINE. It’s in all their twitter bios, and they love to tweet about the “Injustice in Gaza” yet when poked about how their chosen candidate has yet to take the only correct stance on the matter they bombard back with the same tired excuse. “She’s the best we have right now and we have to vote’’ or they’ll deflect with an unrelated issue that she happens to have the widely accepted stand on.  The people who aren’t committed to one candidate, and the people who vote third party aren’t the issue. The issue is the system. It was built so that the top two political parties who have been active since the early to mid 19th century could hold power indefinitely. We will only ever be given the illusion of choice in state/federal elections until we enact some real change. Ranked choice voting, for a start. Allowing third parties to get that much needed federal funding the top two parties do, there are so many things we can do to make this a level playing field, but until we get someone in Washington willing to do that, we will be in this cycle forever, kept in the past by politicians who only care about clinging to power, and not the power of the people.

October 25th, 2024 The first Elephant Meeting in Tovaangar - where traumatized poor folks come together to heal and hold each other, to create true interdependent safety. What is your vision of Home - apartment, shared room, tent, yard, treehouse, your own home? Where do you feel safe? Home, with friends, community, party, quiet, noisy, city, country? Is it people or place that make you feel safe? Gelly Ngozi My vision of home is a space where my creativity is flowing like a mad river I feel most safe when I’m surrounded by people who fuel my fire and love me as I am and allows me to make wins and loses without shame It is both.  Heling is coloring, creating, clothing, health and beauty. When you look good you feel good and opportunities open up to you I & I- No me, no you.  I see you in me and me in you Troy Home is a safe place to be shaped without those who you feel comfortable around.  Where love can lead and genuine feelings can be expressed In community with friends figuring out future solutions.  The valley or downtown >A. It’s people who make me feel safe Beca Home for me is were you lay your head With my friends Is telling my story People Carla Echo Park. Bolivia. Los Angeles Children, elders, intergenerational, turns towards each other to address our issues.  Love is Honesty. Both.  Places filled w/ people.  Safe to share What does healing look like?  Capacity for change. No name Currently, my RV but more broadly home is where I can be my full self in the comfort of safety.  Where I can share space and stories. Outside amongst the life of this planet (plant, animal, people) and with community creating. It is place first and people who came w/ love next. Will Sens A large piece of land of curated, permaculture food forest In the forest with friends Both.  Healing is the embracing (distributing) of light Adrian  Shared space with friends community With friends, community, comrades People Healing is laughter, sharing, collaboration, working ?

By Monique French 10/07/2024 Let me go back Thematic as the Day before Yesterday  because yesterday, I heard was to be 10 less in fahrenheit Degree of my skin?, Platelets were giving me  All my protection  They told me I was a redbone of many Native Indigenous Nations. Carbonated skin without Chill or cold.  I sat and sat  in thin clothes And sweat Finally feeling something  Clothed  Quite frankly, every bid of my reality was as  Has as been my most hot ‘Tis was summer, now old  But I'm weather happy because I know my scholastic solstice be like LISTEN ‘N’

(CHICANO GANG TASK FORCE) What is Kop watch Aztlan and Chicano gang task force? This is the Chicano peoples, Indigenous peoples, poor peoples and all oppressed peoples led movement towards Liberation and Self Determination. This is a mobilization to hold the oppressor accountable for their actions by documenting a database of name and badge numbers of all cops in Aztlan, (also known as South West United snakes of Amerikklan). Kop watch Aztlan is the name of the movement and youtube channel. Chicano gang task force is the name of our peoples who go out and save lives while advocating for the people of this occupied Territory.  Investigative journalism is back with cop watch Aztlan where Independent Journalist, 1st Amendment Auditors, Poverty scholars, and Revolutionary Reporters go out and do our own private investigation into Officer involved shootings, into their relation to the cause of death in any and every incident, the results and findings from court documents regarding the cause and the nature of the causes related to the death of a “subject” (one of us). We are Photographers who record the police for social justice and accountability reasons. By Filming the cops and Government agencies they hire to oppress us, we are able to document just a small fraction of all the Tyrannical behavior on video cameras when we collect name and badge numbers live on the spot. We do this ultimately to create awareness and change.   How do you do kop watch? Collect name and badge numbers by any means necessary. This means going out and recording the police every time we see them. Being brave and assertive when requesting law enforcement to identify themselves in their active line of duty.   The Chicano gang task force takes a closer look into the Tyrannical behavior and corruption being displayed by law enforcement as we do cop watch throughout cities, counties and States within these occupied Sacred lands that filter the bodies and spirits of our ancestors. This form of community kon-trol is necessary in this day and age where the po-lice are killing 3 to 4 people a day all across Turtle Island aka USA. What the Chicano gang task force does everytime we see a pig does not matter if its a Federal Marshal or if it is an armed security guard at Walmart , we collect name and badge numbers by firmly asking them to show transparency do to the fact that they have qualified immunity, which in peoples terms means a “license to kill”. “Hello sir ,or mam, would you mind showing transparency can i have your name and badge number please”,is how we engage in conversation not answering any questions by them because we know that anything we say can and will be used against us in the court of law and they escalate our encounters to the point of arrest or in many events DEATH. So after requesting them to show transparency, depending on the response, we will either say “thank you for showing transparency” or persistently and affirmatively demanding them to identify themselves to the public , requesting a supervisor if they Kon-inue to refuse or ignore us.  Where do you do kop watch? Kop watch can be performed anywhere that law enforcement or Government entity is present. Kop watch is typically done in poverty stricken communities where hyper policing is an ongoing occurrence and where Tyrants frequent,(which is everywhere). We do kop watch at locations where the police harass the people the most but any video of Kop watch is an important and educational form of resistance by Chicano gang task force that put their lives on the line to save lives on their ancestral homeland protecting the inhabitants of this stolen land. When do you do cop watch?Whenever you see a pig even if they are at 711 buying a donut and coffee they are up to something, facts. On or off duty they are up to Tyrannical behavior in one way shape or form. Especially when you suspect them to be up to no good. Record anytime you get in contact with law enforcement for your own safety and evidence. Always film the po-lice FTP every time you see them because 10 times out of 10 times they are doing something wrong. Film law enforcement anytime you see them and kon-tinue to record them until they leave, while advocating for the people that they are engaging with in or out of the act. Why do you do Kop watch? We do cop watch for obvious reasons like, police brutality and social injustices like false imprisonment and officer involved shootings that always cut the pigs a break due to “qualified immunity”. We do this to end pig terror and to fight for those murdered by the pigs. We do this because in political philosophy the right of Revolution is the right and the duty of the people of a nation to overthrow a Government who acts against their common interest and threatens their safety without cause. Who created Kop watch Aztlan? This is a grass roots project created by poverty scholar Aztlan Native “the Chicano Che Guevarra” also known as Gera at poor magazine.

By Aztlan Native/POOR Magazine/PNN A 63 year old man Mike Casey was found dead last week in his small, camouflaged hut that he built near the entrance to the 880 freeway off Davis streets off ramp in San Leandro near Oakland 98th avenue exit. Everyone knew Mike in the area, he was a well known guy I had the honor of meeting and socializing with this past year. Mike enjoyed socializing and working with his friends on motorcycles and all bikes, but his passion was airplanes. He always bragged about being a pilot and telling stories about how he used to have girls in his planes and they loved it when he took them for a flight up north.                             He was content with his homemade hut all by himself where he fell victim to poverty violence going 2 days before a friend went to check on him finding him extremely overweight from the gasses and toxins trapped in his body. A female friend, one of the 2 friends that found him in his hut said, "the smell was really bad and flies came swarming out once I opened the doors to his shack” another said “he was a good man”. Mike was an air force veteran and had been homeless for the past 5-10 years due to a falling out with his father and family over property up North.                               Mike was not healthy and refused to get medical attention because he felt like hospitals were killing more people then they were healing or curing. This is another sad reminder how homelessness kills and death is an ongoing occurrence here in the United snakes of Amerikkka. This is a form of Genocide that we are faced with among all the other epidemics and pandemics.No obituary was published on behalf of Mike Casey, this is a tactic of the oppressors to sweep our tragedies under the rug.  Mike’s LoveUary will be honored at POOR Magazine’s Dia de los Muertos ceremony at Homefulness - this Thursday, Oct 31 at 2pm- 8032 MacArthur Bl Deep East Huchiun (Oakland)

Oct. 31st at 2pm Prayer and Danza from all 4 corners Honoring ceremony for ancestors of genocide, homelessness, and police terror Homefulness, 8032 MacArthur Blvd. Huchuin Oakland 2pm, Thursday, Oct. 31st Resos y Danza de los cuatros rumbos Ceremonia honorando ancestros de genocidio, desemparamiento y violencia de policia Homefulness, 8032 MacArthur Blvd. Huchuin Oakland 2pm, Jueves, 31 de Oct.

by tiny, a resistance to colonial linguistic dominance Cause we can’t use the kkkolonizers words to liberate ourselves, our ancestors and our MamaEarth Akkkademia / akkkademiks — most if not all of the institutions of higher “learning” across Turtle Island were built by land-stealers, wealth-hoarders and colonizers. Most of the buildings on their “campuses” are named after eugenicists, or people that actively promoted, supported or benefited off of pure race science and/or the theft of land, lives, bodies, knowledge and culture across Mama Earth.  Amerikkklan —  The Stolen indigenous territory of Turtle Island named after one of the colonizers who aided and abetted in the stealing of this land and building/creating the mythology of discovery. AMON-strazon — (remix of Amazon) as it has become a literal monster, “owning,” destroying, buying, selling ideas, art, life, and our Mama Earth AnthroWrongOlogy and Arkkkaeology  — The theft, storage, display, removal, and displacement of indigenous ancestors, poor, Black and Brown people for study, research, profit, entertainment or devil-opment without the descendants’ inclusion, permission, leadership, direction, prayer protocol, and/or ceremony. Anti-Social Work & Case Manglers  — The angry-at-poor-people, working-for-the-man, believing-in-the-“sys,” hegemony-filled people who often work in the non-profit industrial complex as front-line staff or advocates, or in Social Security, welfare/Hellfare offices, shelters or drop-in centers and ascribe to the scarcity model of the “deserving vs. undeserving poor” notion that poor people are lazy, crazy, etc.—which is often translated/taught in training sessions, academia, and/or existent in a person who lacks poverty scholarship. AristoKrazy —  Wealth-Hoarders/Land-stealers who believe that they know more inherently, because of their “bloodlines” of privilege and so-called wealth, about survival, thrival, use of resources and Mama Earth and life itself  Blood-Stained Dollars : US Dollars or Euros (and all other empire monetary systems) gained off the exploitation, wars, removal and/or genocide of people. Love Stained Dollars - radically redistributed stolen and hoarded wealth for liberation of Mama Earth and her sacred resources  Brother-Ship/Sister-Ship/Mama-Ship  — The opposite of a “fellow-ship”— a designation, support for loving and caregiving for your family, community and village. ComeUNITY  — A village of poor/indigenous and/or in-struggle folks operating interdependently.  CONfused CONsumer — using billion-dollar ad campaigns to “sell” happiness and love and so-called sexiness to people, resulting in people associating love with material things in a kkkrapitalist system. Side effects/impacts—hoarding/cluttering illness, the lie of “credit,”  bankruptcy and the violence of debt CorpRape / CorpRapeShun —  remix of “corporate/corporation” as these entities exist to extract, destroy, desecrate, kill, poLice and profit off of poor, indigenous, Black and Brown peoples, animals, Mama Earth, Mama Ocean and her resources, Air, Water, Land and resources  Eldership  — The active (as opposed to passive and in name only), non-capitalist practice of caring for, honoring, and showing deference to elders in your family and in society. Folks in Struggle  — We don’t say “homeless people,” as if “homeless” were our only identity just because we don’t have access to a roof. “Homeless” is a grant-pimp guideline word/determination. We don’t say “low-income”—because whose idea of low-income are we talking about within a capitalist society? And we don’t even always say “in poverty,” because that isn’t the only way to describe the struggle of people who struggle with other oppressions like racism, ableism, gender oppression, border fascism, and more. So, as often as we can, we say “folks in struggle” instead, adding that folks are in struggle with poverty, ableism, houselessness, landlessness, and more. GentriFUKation —  Gentrification and displacement of poor peoples of color and indigenous peoples from their rooted communities, jobs, and land. Hellthcare  — The treatment received (or not received) by poor, unhoused, disabled, migrant/immigrant, indigenous and/or very low-income people. Homefulness — a homeless, landless, self-determined movement solution to homelessness (currently being manifested in Deep East Occupied Huchiun)  Houseless/Landless/Unhoused  — As poverty skolaz we resist the term “homeless.” Like “youth” and “seniors,” “homeless” is another way that nonprofit industrial complex organizations, philanthro-pimped grants, legislators, politicians, corporate governments, media, and akkkademics “separate” us from the tables of decision-making and power, so they can talk about us instead of talking with us. By claiming the term “landless,” we align ourselves with landless peoples movements in Brazil, Kenya, South Africa, and Mexico. Our relationship to a roof does not define us as people—we are multi-layered, multi-generational, multi-cultural, multi-racial, multi-lingual—we just don’t have a roof—also many folks live outside in a neighborhood, community or town, that doesn’t mean that we are any less residents than someone with access to a roof on this stolen, indigenous land. Interdependence  — The intentional connectedness of people, families, and community. Interdependence is the reliance on each other with an open acceptance that, as people, we need each other. It is a rejection of the bootstraps, capitalist ideal of separateness, isolation, and western, Euro-centric ideas of individuation and independence. kkKrapitalism/KrapitaLOST — a person of any culture or melanin who believes that the harming system of “capitalism” is our way to be “free,” rooted in violent exploitation of your fellow human, mama earth resources or activity. Krapitalism is a word I created to clarify the racist classist, violent system known as Capitalism  KkkrapitalisMas —  a day wrongly associated with the born-day of the revolutionary indigenous, melanted man known as Yeshua (Jesus) so that kkkrapitalists could make billions of dollars of bloodstained dollars in the CONsumer kkkrapitalist industry KlanMark — So-called landmarks like Mount Rushmore and the Alamo (and so many more all across occupied Turtle Island) where colonial terror and colonial terrorists who stole Mama Earth, enslaved people and perpetuated genocide on indigenous, Black, Brown and Disabled bodies are held up as “leaders,” “thinkers,” artists, visionaries, scientists and “presidents”    Lie-gislators / Politricksters  — The people known as legislators and politicians who use bloodstained and stolen dollars and power to abuse, criminalize and profit off of the backs of poor peoples and people of color. These folks should not be confused with conscious peoples who try to be in the race, classed and colonized space of politricks navigating the settler-colonizer laws for collective justice. Linguistic Domination : Linguistic domination privileges the colonizers’ languages and speech, which results in the exclusion, shame, silencing, segregation, disempowerment, and destruction of voices speaking their indigenous languages and tongues. Proficiency in the colonizers’ tongues affords access, space, resources, and power to a small group of people with race, class, and/or educational privilege. Linguistic domination rewards people who can master not only the master’s language but also the dominant way of thinking, forming ideas, and living. These institutionalized forms of silencing dictate which words and information are considered legitimate, who and what is funded to create media, and who is considered valid as an expert, a media maker, a communicator. The colonizers’ languages have been afforded this legitimacy and “privilege” via access to stolen resources and imperialistic stability—e.g. libraries, endowments, institutions of academia, media corporations, and the like. Media Resistance  — Media resistance occurs when people who are usually intentionally silenced by media channels create media for the purposes of change, resistance, and revolution. MiddleClassMedia Missionary (MCMM) — Media creators who have, as my Mama Dee would say, never missed a meal (in other words no poverty scholarship) and do “exposés” on marginalized peoples and communities with the idea that by telling our stories for us without us they are “helping” us. Writing about us poor and houseless peoples with no accountability to us or inclusion of our voices, a media missionary is silencing the peoples and communities they purport to help. Like all missionary work, media-missionary work is misguided; the “help” can be a form of genocide, telling a story that’s not the media-maker’s to tell, leading to/enabling the destruction of a community. Media-missionary work is not specific to corporate media, but it started there. Non-Profiteers & the Savior Industrial Complex — Non-profiteers—in the tradition of capitalist paper-theft projects like real estate, multinational corporations, hedge funds, and fake insurance policies based on “capital” earned on long-ago-stolen land. Nonprofit organizations are created as corporations, beginning with 501(c)3 papers that use language very similar to that of for-profit corporations. They are all created with capitalist, individualistic structures like boards, secretaries, and presidents who follow strict guidelines and codes of conduct meant to “keep everything in line.” The organizations function in the same way corporations do—sometimes even worse, depending on what they do. Big poverty-pimped organizations like Goodwill and Salvation Army compete for government contracts to “provide” services to poverty, disability, youth, and migrant skolaz and then create large shelters that operate like jails, with piss tests and shut-down rules. Smaller organizations insist that we respect “boundaries” and create punitive requirements/actions if we don’t follow the “rules”—which often means that we are punished for acting in the ways of our ancestors, with indigenous love and respect. Nonprofits within the Nonprofit Industrial Complex (NPIC) create projects based on the “guidelines” of big philanthro-pimps, which leads to separatist, individualistic ways of allegedly providing services. In reality, though, they keep people sick, in the system, and out of control.  Philanthro-Pimping  — The industry of philanthropy includes a heavy pimping aspect with covert and overt ways of commodifying and exploiting people and their pain, struggle, and oppression. This process of commodification and exploitation often includes language about the “sexiness” of a project, initiative, or problem. See Chapter 10 of Poverty Scholarship: Poor People-Led Theory, Art, Words & Tears Across Mama Earth . Po’Lice  — Paid agents of the prison industrial complex (PIC) who protect property and provide customers for the PIC. Poor Peoples’ Equity  — Within a capitalist context, equity means the falsely bolstered property values of stolen land acquired through paper theft. Within a context of landless/houseless people, though, it can mean many things: fair access to a roof that we aren’t at risk of being kicked out of due to non-payment or lack of access to blood-stained amerikkkan dollaz (which landless/houseless people never have, due to many racist and classist setups and paper thefts and boundaries and dominations that happen every day to poor people/indigenous peoples); the ability to walk into a store and not have a security guard follow you; access to mental health services; the knowledge that someone is caring for you or will care for you if you are an elder; relationships, from academic networks to knowing there are people you can count on to provide a job or a place to stay, or anything else. Equity is covert, intangible, and at the root of race and class separation. Poor Peoples’ Sweat Equity —  Access to land, housing, and food security, not based on how many bloodstained amerikkkan dollaz we have or the over-used and oftentimes ableist, racist and classist concept of “sweat equity” based on how much physical labor humans can do. Poor peoples’ sweat equity is based on “whatever we can do” as poor elders, youth, disabled and differently abled poor people, i.e., child care, media, chairing of meetings, cleaning, organizing, i.e., the time, love, sweat, labor, struggle, and spirit we put into caring for our mama, each other and Pachamama. Povertyskola —  a person who has struggled with homelessness, poverty, eviction, false borders, racism, incarceration, profiling and/or other forms of colonial oppression in this stolen land. Real E-Snakes & Devil-opers —  Real-estate snakkkes and developers are the people or organizations who imagine and oversee real-estate speculation, from conceptualizing new real-estate developments to buying land to financing and managing construction to selling and leasing. Most developers are devil-opers, key agents of community destruction and displacement. When a developer uses “redevelopment” of an area to destroy and displace a thriving community of color, they get statues and plazas named after them. For example, Justin Herman, head of San Francisco’s Redevelopment Agency in the 1960s, oversaw the displacement of tens of thousands of people of color from a neighborhood that was once described as the nation’s most diverse. That neighborhood now has a plaza named after him. See also gentriFUKation. Underground Economic Strategies —  Unrecognized ways of work, labor, and business such as selling products on the streets without a license or selling services not seen as “legal” or sanctioned by society. Underground economic strategists include recyclers, panhandlers, and unlicensed street vendors or artists. WeSearch —  I launched the concept of We-Search because I don’t believe in the akkkademic domination of research. Academic research uses philanthro-pimped and funded initiatives to study, deconstruct, and survey poor youth, adults, and elders in struggle. This research creates papers, thesis projects, and studies that talk about how poor we are, how much racism there is, and how bad our neighborhoods and schools are. We-Search is poor-people-led research and proactive media that deconstructs the lies told about our criminalized and mythologized communities. Wite  — Not to be confused with the “color” or the melanin in someone’s skin, this relates to the system of “White supremacy” that rules institutions of learning, housing, hellthcare and service provision in the US. Wite-Science  — Post-colonial science, medicine, biology, eugenics, rooted in/based on the study, experimentation, torture, exploitation and/or death of indigenous, Black, Brown, Disabled peoples stolen, disrespected, poisoned, incarcerated bodies.

By Seamus O'Quill October 31st is known as Samhain in Irish (pronounced saw-when). It's the start of the new year and the time when the veil between worlds is thin, a time of honoring ancestors and the spirit of the land. As the churches colonized Irish culture and language the day became known as All Hollows Eve and then Halloween, but many indigenous cultures continue to find voice even within the systems that tried to silence them. The practice of Dia de los Muertos is a cousin of the Irish Samhain.  In solidarity with oppressed people around the world and standing in my Irish tradition, I'm going to join my song with the ancestors in the Pauper's Graveyard in the Steilacoom and Puyallup land named Tacoma, Washington, where those too poor to afford a grave or funeral were buried.  The poor of every tribe and clan have been the primary victims of colonization. My poor Irish ancestors starved off their homeland, rejected as refugees and sold the lie that land out west was free for the taking. The Chinese who built the cities and railroads and were then excluded. The Native kin who faced the awful choice facing colonized and oppressed people even today: where are we supposed to go but the land of our ancestors?  We will likely never know who all lies in the Pauper's Graveyard and can only guess at the stories, but we know them too well because we keep retelling the myths of supremacy and manifest destiny. We sweep unhoused kin where we can't see, dump their bodies in mass graves, bomb their hospitals and schools, and blame them for fighting back. New graveyards are sprouting like plague where the unnamed tell the stories of our undoing.  Every indigenous knowledge system, that is cultural worldviews of native humans living in balance with the land, has a teaching akin to the Native American idea of living for the next seven generations. To consider our actions today as they will be understood by those who follow after us, to become future ancestors. And it's impossible to think forward seven generations without looking back and understanding the stories that got us here.  It's why I study the history of colonization to understand how my people who were oppressed came to be White and oppressors. It's why I seek to learn the history and living culture of the native kin on whose land I dwell. And it's why I sing to graveyards. Because I want to be a part of a story that's changing.  On Samhain I will sing funeral songs to the paupers, perhaps some never had. But not just to ease the spirits on the day when they are most restless, but to connect to a future ancestor story that I see in the Homefulness project of Poor Press.  Since learning from Tiny in People Skool and joining them for the first visit to the Pacific Northwest with the vision of Homefulness, I've seen a dream and story that can last seven generations. Unsell mamma Earth. Stop charging rent. Start listening to women and indigenous voices.  Faced with the daily violence and grief and rage of the alternative, and all the new pauper's graveyards being filled by stories of men needing to own land and bodies, it is the one story that gives me hope, that continues to transmute my grief into joy. I see lot after lot of land being unsold as neighbors and communities realize that the unhoused have always known what they need. I see the generations that can grow without rent or the threat of eviction hovering always. I see a small graveyard dotted with White Oak and Douglas Fir, where my bones may nourish the trees for seven generations, at least.  To paraphrase Chief Si'ahl, the White Man will never be alone, the spirits of the people who love this land, love her still and throng in the forest and street and shop and in the quiet of the woods. I sing because I am not alone.