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By Momii Palapaz April 14, 2024 The US Wildlife Fish and Game are planning to kill 500,000 Barred owls because they say it affects the "balance" in wildlife.  So far, at least 2,500, have been shot to death.  From 2013 to 2019, the US government department conducted an “experiment”, hiring hunters to track down Barred owls in Northern California.  There are 19 identified species of owls in the US and 250 around the world.  But the Barred owl is being tagged as a threat to the Spotted owl. US Fish and Game says that shooting 500,000 in California, Oregon and Washington will save the Spotted owl from extinction.  US Fish and Game says the Barred owl is an invasive species. Barred Owl Barn Owl Spotted Owl Birds as a commodity in the profit making industry Back in the 1950s, my parents were fans of the Parakeet.  It’s a chatty, colorful little bird, weighing about an ounce, that is from Australia.  They come in solid colors green, blue, yellow, white, or multicolored.  There was a huge retail market for selling these budgies, or as they were called in Europe, budgerigars.  Parakeets are one of 115 types of parrots.  They were about $2 or $4 dollars back then at F.W. Woolworth.  Sometimes we got them for free.  The five and dime store sold parakeets, aquarium fish and other wild animals to be used as pets.  FW Woolworth is the retail foundation for today’s CVS, Walmart, KMart, and Target. As a child and into my 40’s, I owned about twenty of these extremely intelligent winged relatives at different times in my life .  Because they were inexpensive, friendly and entertaining, these birds were a common part of households across the US.  Today, a parakeet costs $30.00 or more. I worked at the Woolworth store on Powell and Market in SF in 1985. As a clerk in the pet department, I would receive from the pet food distributor, Hartz Mountain, boxes of baby parakeets.  For over 3 days to sometimes a week, these birds were stowed and shipped from the breeding and distribution center of said pet merchandise seller in Florida.  There was no water.  I pulled out near dead, dead babies, sick and some healthy.  I took the most ill home and tried to heal them.  Not only parakeets, canaries, cockatiels, finches, but guinea pigs, hamsters, and fish all suffered in this popular but cruel and profit-making big business. Back in the 1980’s there weren't any animal welfare groups that responded to animal abuse in the pet industry.  One solution a pet manager made was to put the sickly birds in a storeroom with no lights on.  She left them there and demanded I not bother them.  Today, it is illegal to sell wild birds in places that are not deemed humane to animals.  It should be illegal to sell birds anywhere. These winged animals are tortured just by living in a cage. Ancestor Jimi Chu, 12 years old+ Parakeets taught me that birds in general can have identification skills, that they are capable of learning a variety of physical actions, conscious responses, mimic, repeat and speak languages of humans, animals, be a companion and feel love, anger, sadness and pain. That’s why I feel the pain of an owl being shot from its home tree, or prodded, poked, physically invaded and manipulated.  The trauma for these owls, not a pet, but an animal living, breeding and surviving in the fragile ecosystem, stokes deep ache and anger. Who protects Spotted owls and all owls?  Who decides?  What is invasive?  How does the US Fish and Wildlife know they killed the Barred owl and not a Spotted owl?  They look similar.   Why do Barred owls have to pay for the human caused devastation of the Spotted owl land?  Numerous kinds of animals and insects live on the same land.  What about their safety? I say Spotted owls are endangered because of capitalist expansion, development of human structures, redirection of waterways, logging, which eliminates wildlife land.  Pesticides also cannot be forgotten as a reason for the loss of Spotted owl and other wild animals, insects and fish. In searching for explanations to the mass extermination, there is NO mention of extreme concrete developments, encroachment on wildlife and land.  There is NO mention of the fires caused by over development, the chemical based housing structures, NO mention of rampant technology and NO mention of the continuing invasion of two legged beings spreading more waste, hoarding land and displacing millions of people; indigenous, Black and Brown and poor people around the world. Shooting owls is not the only form of torture and murder Scientists at John Hopkins have been using cruel murderous experimenting on barn owls to "study" adhd.  People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals or PETA has been at the forefront of the battle to protect owls.  In recent actions, PETA has called out Shreesh Mysore, who has a PHd in neuroscience and does some extremely cruel experiments on Barn owls at the John Hopkins University.  PETA reports that  "Mysore cuts into owls’ skulls to expose their brains. Then, he screws and glues metal devices onto their heads. The owls endure two to three invasive surgeries before Mysore uses them in experiments. These birds—who are nocturnal hunters who would fly great distances in their natural habitat—are forced into plastic tubes so cramped that they can’t move their wings while Mysore bombards them with sounds and lights and measures their brain activity. For some experiments, he restrains fully conscious owls for up to 12 hours.” “During these experiments, he pokes electrodes around in the brains of the fully conscious birds, mutilating their brain tissue so severely that they become ‘unusable’ to him—at which point he kills them. “ If the owls don't die from his torture, they are killed after the experiment.  So far, no amount of protest has stopped this sick science experiment that has gone on for over 7 years.  Already, this “researcher” has received over 1.9 million dollars from the National Institutes on Health. PETA questioned further and “Mysore admits that his experiments are painful for the owls, yet in his grant application for the experiments, he provides scant information on any pain medication that would be administered".  PETA is campaigning for the Barred owl. You can sign the petition on their website. We Are All Connected Angel Heart is a fellow poverty scholar and DJ on Poor News Network radio show People’s Botanica.  I asked her about the significance of the owl in our spiritual lives.   “This is what I’d like to say on the murdering of owls because they’re being viewed as pests. Owls do an important job of taking care of the rodent population and making sure there is a balance of mother nature.  This mass murder can also create an ecological imbalance in our natural environment.  Not to mention the cruelty of all of it. On a spiritual level, owls represent wisdom. They are also on the opposite side of the chart of the hawk. Hawk being sun and owl being moon.  So there’s a lot of  wisdom and feminine energy.  It could also be a transformational type of energy that comes with owls.  I don’t want us to forget the spiritual aspects of the owl and to not discredit the importance of owl medicine in the lives of everybody who resides on Mama Pacha”.  Angel Heart is a lifelong student and teacher of humanity and spiritual healing.  You can listen to her show every Thursday, KEXU 96.1 fm at 5PM. Owls are amongst the long list of shrinking living wildlife targeted by mad scientists, and departments of the US government like Wildlife, Fish and Game.  Increasingly, inhumane testing and unimaginable amounts of money are used to torture and compete with mama earth while maiming and killing our winged relatives. STOP TORTURING BARN OWLS.  DON’T SHOOT BARRED OWLS.  FREE ALL BIRDS

A Houseless Black family with infant, former residents of Wood Street Commons, move into permanent, rent-free, healing housing at Homefulness For Immediate Release: Contact: Muteado or Tiny/poormagazine  (510)-435-7500 What: Houseless Family and infant Homefulness welcoming in with all Nations Prayer Ceremony When: 8am Monday, April 15th Where: Homefulness 8032 BlackArthur (MacArthur) Blvd, Huchiun, (Oakland) “Homefulness - a homeless peoples solution to homelessness welcomes in their 20th residents, a houseless Black family who were residents at Wood Street Commons when they were violently evicted from the vacant West Huchiun (West Oakland) land they were liberating. "We are so excited to be moving into a loving, healing community," said Dani, a houseless mama of three children moving into Homefulness. Homefulness was launched in Deep East Huchiun (Oakland) in 2011 by houseless, indigenous, Black, Brown and Disabled elders, youth and families, with permission and spiritual guidance from 1st Nations Ohlone/Lisjan relatives and ancestors and all Nations prayer-bringers from Maya to Africa "This is a vision created by poor and houseless people for poor and houseless people - its a dream and its urgent medicine for all of Mama Earth, " Xochitl Maez Valdez, prayer- bringer and teacher in the West African Yoruba tradition. "There are more Black people homeless than white people because of classism, racism, redlining and gentrification. A cycle of poverty and drug abuse contributes to the growth of the homeless population, and many homeless feel that they cannot escape." said Jeremiah, 16, youth povertyskola reporter, POOR Magazine in a recent WeSearch study led by Black and Brown youth at Deecolonzie Academy , a liberation school on the land at Homefulness. "Low/no-income, Black and Brown folks, disabled elders and youth are dying from the violence of eviction, foreclosure, sweeps, homelessness and the buying and selling of Mama Earth for profit, it is why we houseless peoples work so hard to create the template of Homefulness, that actively works to unSell and liberate Mama Earth, spiritually and legally, so families like Dani's and  mine and all the families and elders now homeful at Homefulness, will never face homelessness again" said tiny gray-garcia, co-founder and visionary of Homefulness. "This is a vision created by poor, disabled and houseless people supported by conscious folks with race and class privilege who unlearn the lies of hoarding and radically redistribute to a poor peoples permanent housing solution, said Leroy Moore, co-founder of Homefulness and founder of Krip Hop Nation. In solidarity with Shut it Down Activities on April 15th we houseless, disabled, indigenous and targeted peoples from Turtle Island stand, sit, crawl and walk along-side houseless, starving babies in Palestine, Sudan, Haiti, Congo, West Papua and Kashmir

Libelist attack of a povertyskola at David Geffen School of Medicine (UCLA) By tiny gray-garcia When mama and me were on the street barely with enuf food to eat No-one cared - they called us homeless bums See those trash over there Our life was the endless violence of  sweeps and stares But then i ask for prayer for firebombed babies and suddenly u see me clear Fast foreward 20 years Building/Writing/Visioning Homefulness for Houseless Families EVERYWHERE Always with humble liberation prayer For folks in poverty Like me and Mama Dee From LA to Palestine For slaughtered and houseless babies In all this time of local and global genocide Make up Lies To wash the truth call me names Say i forced spirit, message, away from our roots This is so strange Cuz if u know me Im always here to tell truths That people refuse to see I walked in from outside today At the Elite institution known As UCLA I always walk with equal amounts of truth and love Its a calling in not a calling out -from below and above Cuz we all been caught in so manyhurtful lies Cuz we all been taught to look away from strife “Do you see us houseless mamaz and daughters living in a tent ? ….. i said,  do you see us houseless mamaz and daughters sleeping in a tent- thats cause we don’t have money for the rent…. I opened my talk at UCLA medical school with the same ask I do of everyone I speak with… I ask housed people who have never struggled with the violence of trying to be safe outside, trying to keep their last blanket dry in the rain, their bodies cool in the deafening heat, their lungs  breathing when the air is filled with smoke and their bodies well even when they are medically fragile and have no place to safely dwell. People like myself for most of my childhood with my disabled houseless mama, who have never had a place to shelter in safely when humans are told to shelter in place. I asked this question of  conscious, loving humans who have decided to become healers because they want to save lives and make us all well. I ask this of students at UCLA medical school,  who have been protected by the “privilege of privacy” i.e.,  a roof to hide under, a door to close, a heater to stand near, a lamp to turn on, a bed to sleep in. I asked if those conscious humans are able to look at us, houseless humans,  who have none of these things, and are also dealing with the trauma that so many of us struggle with everyday,  from lives lived of abuse, racism, classism, ableism, war, gun violence and poverty. I asked this and I always ask this because maybe if they can actually see us, if you can actually see us as the human beings we are, in deep struggle just to stay alive,  as povertyskolaz who have struggled and survived by any means necessary, maybe you can also listen to us about the very real and practicable solutions we have created to solve not only our own homelessness but homelessness across Mama Earth. Solutions like Homefulness, Aetna Street, Wood Street and NIcklesville This is what i brought to UCLA medical school. Because the medical school is filled with healers with beautiful hearts who are learning how to expand those hearts to heal communities that this society would rather eradicate. Would rather not see. Learning urgent medicine of racial equity, disability justice, indigenous land rights, the connections of eviction, homelessness and gentrification on peoples health, and the very real healing of reparations, equity and housing for all. I began, like I always begin with prayer for all ancestors. 1st Nations ancestors of the lands we are sitting, standing, living and learning on, who took care of these lands for thousands of years before any settlers arrived and committed the genocide of removal and land theft . Ancestors of homelessness, because homelessness kills. Because up to 6 LA residents per week are being found dead in their tents, on the street and in the jail-like motel rooms and tiny homes aka “solutions” that aren’t poverty scholarship informed, created right now in cities across the US, about us without us poor people Baby and mama ancestors of wars across Mama Earth from Palestine to  West Papua, where poor and houseless children and mamas and elders are being targeted, murdered, burned, firebombed,  and removed so that other people can gain access to their lands of origins. Prayer for Mama Earth, Mama Trees and Mama Ocean because we as humans have systematically extracted, poisoned, drilled and destroyed all of her, all of them, and continue to, even to our collective peril and hers. For all of these humble prayers of peace and transformation,  offered to people, not demanded of anyone, spoken in truth and earnest,I was targeted, I was demeaned, lied about, framed, accused and libeled. I am heartbroken. I am in deeper grief than i already was. Because now I am clear that bringing humble truth into this institution is not protected or respected. And so I ask how can we grow the loving, life-changing human healers known as doctors, when we can’t teach truth, love and respect ?

By LeaJay Harper / Po’ Peoples Media Correspondent LeaJay with her Homefulness /POOR Magazine Family I lean my head back looking at pastel cotton candy in the sky, breathing in the smell of the creator's tears freshly falling to the ground, with an exhale- my relief of being finally home as Homefulness’ 16th resident. 8 Months ago, I was frantically tying down my belongings while a whole swamp full of hungry crocs impatiently waited for me to drop one crumb of resistance out the door of my RV. A perfect Oakland morning was the mood while a very familiar hurricane of being swept was my reality. The 10 years I was unhoused in the east bay, the countless amount of times I've been pushed, scooted, and threatened with eviction from my temporary safe space, each event promised to have new trauma to add to my shelf. Oakland keeps wasting money trying to help the homeless, but all it's done is further traumatize the already vulnerable population. Oakland promises to provide safe shelter for housed and unhoused residents, and help them find long-term housing. They've used different tactics, like constantly sweeping encampments around the city to building tough shed camps and relocating RVs to empty lots. But what if you run out of cabin time or project funding? People need wrap around services to make sure they get and keep placement. Wood Street was one of the biggest encampments in Oakland, housing over 200 people. After organizing efforts of the residents by trying to work with the city to create a solution, they were finally evicted in May of 2023. Opening up a city funded RV lot and a tough shed community was what the final plan was. Both of these options were only supposed to be temporary- a 90 day max stay. A year later, no one has been housed. One example of the broken promises from the city of Oaklands fake ass Bandaids created to waste money. The Wood Street cabin community appears like it was making a positive change in providing a housing solution. "We moved into the cabins because we wanted to stay together as a community, and the city of Oakland, specifically Latonda Simmons, said that we would all get rapid re-housing services within 90 days. Now a year later, I cant even think of one person that has actually been housed from the cabins,” bluntly states John Janosko, my dear friend and long time Wood St commons resident activist. Not knowing at the time that this would be the last time I would have to encounter the stomach knots of not knowing where I'm going to sleep once I finally settle again Every time I'm asked “What do you think homeless people need, or how can we support the unhoused?" my response is ask us. As a person that has never fit into societal norms or stereotypes well, I know one thing for sure: that there is no quick fix to support folks that are unhoused. The fact is that there are many situations that occur that may result in becoming unhoused, the latest scapegoat being covid. But for a woman like me, I had reached the plateau way before 2020, so what the fuck. What I'm trying to say is that we as BIPOC poor people need more than a poverty pimp or a non profit to help. The first ingredient is genuine determination to want to make a life time impact. The experience of living outside for myself was a major transition once I became housed. Not being familiar with my neighborhood and where to access resources. Health and medical was out of my new area. Being in a interdependent community where I felt safe, I really had a time adjusting to being alone. These are a small list of what me and my peers adjust to when we finally get inside. With systems and solutions where we aren't completely removed from our peers is also important. We have been living where we look out for each other, but once we are removed how do we continue to support our community? What helped me was being welcomed into a community of peers that don't see a community as being in a hierarchical structure, where we are all equally valuable. And with that it gave me a sense of ownership, as well as empowerment to become more involved. The bottom line is in order to make a long term impact with our unhoused family we can't throw them away by putting them in homes. Providing people with a supportive community to reconnect them to the resources they lost they lost once they became housed, is what can help people settle into a better quality of life for themselves. The issues that lead to becoming unhoused isn't a one day process so the healing from that trauma will take love and true commitment from everyone. LeaJay is recent graduate of PeoplesKool for Povertyskolaz revolutionary journalism workshop and the 16th houseless single mama, warrior, land liberator resident of Homefulness, a homeless peoples solution to homelessness John Janasko- (Wood Street Commons) with LeaJay

By Frankie Hicks / Po Peoples Media / POOR Magazine It’s happening again. It’s happening now and it’ll never stop happening. The edges of my reality are curling in themselves like the pages of a well-loved book. Flowery wallpaper starts to peel off the walls in huge chunks, the smiling faces in educational posters turn to grimaces. I vaguely register grief at the loss of comfort in this space, one of the precious few safe spaces in my life. I come to Ms. Webber when I need a break from daily stresses, asking her to call me out of class for mental health emergencies like this. I recognize that these gruesome visions are just that – visions. It’s not real, but that fact doesn’t make it easier to understand or cope with. All I can do when my world starts to tilt is wait it out, and that strategy is making it hard to focus. I try to explain this, but before I can speak, my mouth melts off my face. Drip. Drip. Pale strings of flesh dribble down my chin to the floor. I expect Ms. Webber to scream in terror and run out the door, but instead she simply tilts her head in sympathy. With a dull thud, I realize that even if I were to speak, she couldn’t possibly understand. If she did, she’d be sitting in my seat, where doubt seeps out of my pores and stains the too-soft chair. The utter normalcy of this breaks me out of my trance. No one is coming to save me. I bleed back into the scene. Suddenly I feel small again, person-sized, manageable. Panic attacks like this one are so common during this time of my life that I ask to speak to a psychologist, who diagnoses me with “acute attenuated psychotic stress symptoms.” I believe they’re caused by the stress of moving out of my parents’ home. I take it as an obstacle to be hurdled, so I square my shoulders and move forward. Eventually, I stopped feeling the symptoms entirely. As time went on, the memory of confusing panic attacks faded into the background, yet the lessons I learned from it became the fulcrum of my new identity. I’m adaptive and tough. I can handle anything. Soon, I’d have another opportunity to prove it. Frankie Hicks is a formerly houseless povertyskola and recent graduate of PeopleSkool for PovertySkolaz at POORMAgazine. Frankie is also the 14th houseless resident of Homefulness - a homeless peoples solution to homelessness

By Gera “WE WANT YOUR MOM” Arriving in Guam was really uncomfortable even though I did not have anything on my person, I totally felt like we (me and my girlfriend at the time) were being followed. As we got near the baggage claiming area you could see the Customs agents huddling up around the metal detector exit line. We then claimed our baggage and proceeded to the exit where we were met by agents who stopped us. "Would you happen to bring any narcotic into my island.” "No sir absolutely not.” In my mind I was thinking 'I do not' and although my girlfriend does, I have to act like she does not have anything on her also. Immediately, they separated us despite us yelling “We are US citizens,” while reaching out to each other, unable to touch one another's fingertips. Next, the interrogation process started, which I knew they were experts at doing. Within the first 15 minutes they told me that they had found drugs on my girlfriend and she said I had dope on me as well, which I knew was a lie. The whole time I was denying what they were telling me, asking for an attorney and for a phone call, being denied each time. I learned fast that not only did they not believe me but the communication between us was complicated because they spoke little English, they only spoke Chamorro (the Guamanian language). After, they took me for a long drive, angrily saying I had drugs on me and that I was lying about it and how they knew I was the son of the “king pin” (my Mother). They made me feel like I was being taken to be killed and “make me disappear,” as one of the Guam customs agents said back in the interrogation room at the airport. I was shackled up in the back seat, being held against my will by one big Guam agent on each side of me making sure I didn't release out any drugs from my body without them noticing. I prayed out loud and let them know I am not a bad guy and I think they are making a mistake, because I honestly do not have any drugs on me and I don't know why they are saying my girlfriend has some on her because I have no idea what they were talking about. It was a 2 hour drive when they made me hop out the back seat still shackled arms and legs, it was dark all around. It looked like an abandoned military base and we walked up a long flight of stairs. I asked if I could please have a cigarette because I noticed one agent smoking. They granted me a smoke with an attitude, saying that I was lying about things and I was lucky to have one. Finally I was taken to a room where some white doctor came out and asked me if I was sure that I did not have any drugs in my person because if so then now was the time to tell him. I said, "NO, but I need my phone call.” The white doctor assaulted me with a blue rubber glove that he had on his hand as he stuck his whole hand up my rectum, feeling around for anything foreign inside me. It was the worst feeling ever! As the doctor gestured to the agents that I was clear, they all looked at each other dumbfounded being that they all were making bets if I was packing or not. With watery eyes from the man's hand that just came out of my body, I was pissed off that they did that to me and were still asking me questions about my Mother along with this whole conspiracy thing they threatened me with . "We want your Mother,” he said. They showed me recordings and paperwork of all the people that were cooperating against Mom, saying it was enough to send her away forever so “You better start talking.” "We want your Mom,” said Duenas, the Guam customs agent at the dark abandoned military base that was also the medical facility they violated me at minutes ago. They proceeded to interrogate me and finally forced me to cooperate as they continued threatening my Mom's life. They even knew names of my people that were also at risk of indictment. It was unbelievable the things they knew. All I knew at that point was I had to save Mom's life. One of Mom's so called "friends” was in the process of setting my Mother up back home and I was able to put a stop to that. When I was given my phone call finally upon booking into the Guam prison in Hagatna, I called home collect and said in code language to let my Mom know they are coming for her. There is no way around that because they had been investigating for 6 months and more than a few people had claimed she was the ring leader. Upon my call I was able to tell fam to make sure she got out of there NOW. She went on the run and was captured 2 months later. These are the things that are caused by oppression in a crapitalist society. Crime is the first stage of rebellion, we resort to crime when the law is not meeting the needs of the people and defending what we believe in. The US Government breeds rats and will not follow through with the promises they make upon cooperation, although in my heart I know what I did was the best way to handle the situation in order to save my Mother. Still, she received 7 years when they said she would get the mandatory minimum of 3 years for cooperating the same as I received. I recommend NEVER to cooperate with any Government agency as they will deface your character and make false promises. This is not part of my current lifestyle but an experience I feel needs to be addressed to the people in hopes of creating awareness and change. Til this day, me and Mother are on the Government watch list and they bother us daily by gang stalking etc.

From the Western Regional Advocacy Project Dear friend, An urgent reminder to please sign the SB 1011 opposition letter by April 3 and distribute this action alert widely. It only takes a minute to sign on! EVERYONE DESERVES EQUAL RIGHTS. Join the Equal Rights for Every Neighbor Coalition in opposing SB 1011 (Jones) – a harmful and discriminatory bill that violates the rights of unhoused neighbors. We need as many organizations and individuals to sign on as possible! Use this form to read and sign on to our opposition letter by April 3 OR Personalize and submit a separate letter [here and attached] to the Senate Public Safety Committee by April 9. WHAT IS SB 1011? This bill is similar to last year’s SB 31 (Jones), which the EREN coalition successfully killed. SB 1011 would prohibit sitting, lying, sleeping, or storing personal property within 500 feet of any public or private school, open space, or major transit stop, making large swaths of cities off-limits to unhoused neighbors. It would also prohibit being on any sidewalk or street anywhere if a homeless shelter is “available.” HOW WOULD SB 1011 HARM OUR COMMUNITIES? SB 1011 would criminalize the very existence of our unhoused neighbors in public spaces state-wide. We are gravely concerned that SB 1011 would further demonize, destabilize, criminalize, and violate the human rights of unhoused Californians while failing to address the underlying driver of houselessness: the lack of affordable and accessible housing to Californians with the lowest incomes. Join us to demand equal rights for EVERY neighbor! In solidarity

By Reddie Harris The black window of a 30 foot RV (my castle) hangs wide open. A large bag of cat food sits unopened inside. Four litter boxes are laced over with translucent spider webs and I feel like a total failure. I do my best to provide security and shelter for myself and those I possess in my right hand. As a non-resident of California, I have no rights, even though my castle is across the street from the overseer (police) station. I have no papers linking my kitty, Lil Mama, to me. Lil Mama is an affectionate spirit covered in fur. Gray tiger stripes decorate her fur and she does her best not to scratch me as she crawls and climbs from one end of the castle to the other. With the black window open, she can come and go as she pleases. Her food dish is always topped off, so I need to stay stocked. The litterboxes stay cleaned only when there’s something inside to clean. It is on me to protect and provide for her because she can’t buy food or clean her litter boxes “I would like to keep her until her shots appointment next week. Get a chip in her. How do you feel about that? Her and my cat are insanely attached. I didn’t expect that…Ok, if you have $500 for all that and can prove it’s a healthy environment, I will return Lil Mama” Oxford defines appropriation as “the action of taking something for one’s own use, typically without the owner’s permission” “Can you take time to consider this? She’s thriving. I give them four meals a day. She goes out as she pleases. She has her own water fountain with fresh water at all times” Does this sound familiar? Have you heard this argument before? Has anyone tried to justify wrongdoing on grounds that they made things better? That’s what happened to me, but I remembered some very good advice that turned this situation around. “As long as you keep your composure no matter what’s going on, you’re doing great”. It wasn’t my clever wit or domineering authority that turned the situation around. I didn’t resort to threats of retaliation because realistically, the overseers have little to nothing to gain by defending my rights. Without a mailbox, the city is constantly trying to purge me and others from it. No, I don’t think the city is an entity that plots against me. There are things like this that happen all over the city, but predators always follow the same patterns. A predator’s first choice will always be the vulnerable, the underrepresented, the unattended. When Crazy Cat Lady first took Lil Mama from the castle, (I don’t know if she went inside or got the kitty as she was outside), she saw her unattended, thought she had no representation and was vulnerable to prey upon. Let me tell you what works. Prayer and patience. You know, I do not believe that talKing is an action, unless it’s in prayer. I prayed on this and had trust that Allah would eventually sort out my affairs, as always. I prayed for the safety of Lil Mama and even through this trial, she was safe. I was patient in remembrance that Crazy Cat Lady, like so many walKing on cracked concrete instead of grounding themselves in comeyounity, is hurt. I couldn’t possibly expect her to sympathize or rationalize on her own. Neither her or I have ever been in control of this or any situation. The Creator hears and answers prayers. With patience and trust, she was brought black to my castle by the one who took her. Despite this trust, I must admit that I was surprised how much pressure Crazy Cat Lady got from the people around her. All I had to do was tell her to listen to the voices around her. The truth is a beautiful song coming out of someone else’s mouth. I dare not interrupt. Crazy Cat Lady told me she knew she was being selfish and asked me what I thought she should do. I suggested she search her heart and do what is right. Regardless of what we’ve been through, regardless of what we’ve done or seen, regardless of the state of the world, we are people. We are. If I see someone, I see mycellpH. If I feel something, that’s felt all over the world. I treated her the way I would like to be treated, with compassionate honesty. May Allah be pleased After much procrastination and with tears abundant, Lil Mama was brought to my door by Crazy Cat Lady. She (Lil Mama) jumped right in and on my lap for pet-pets. I didn’t protest as Crazy Cat Lady stood outside swollen-eyed lamenting over her love of all things furry. Personally, I think she is trying to fill an empty space, like so many others. When comeyounities fall short, people seek ineffective alternatives. Cats are not parents. Cars are not children. Money is not a lover and childhood cannot be relived through substances. Try as we may, we cannot consistently rely on anything or anyone but the Creator. This situation has reminded me that things and people will come and go. That is life and it’s best not to get too attached. Be happy for what you’ve got and try not to oppress anyone Lil Mama is with me happily feasting on yum-yums and getting pet-pets at the castle. I still see Crazy Cat Lady around from time to time and no grudges are held. Not all situations are resolved so amicably though. My firstborn son was taken away from me by my family because they feel that they can take better care of him than I can. Palestinians are being forced away from their land by people who think they can care for it better. There is no escaping loss, theft and appropriation, not without faithful prayer

Text: Dedicated to redistributing resources directly to poor, unhoused, and formerly unhoused single mamaz, (fathers) and children who are unable to afford rent, a drivable vehicle, diapers, food, and other emergency needs related to their survival and thrival. The po mama fund was created by the people and supported by the people that is why the po mama fund is so important to impoverished families like mine. The po mama fund should be expanded all across the WORLD because families in a poverty crisis need all the help we can receive in a “non county” time frame. Many of us po mama’s including myself have been in life or death situations and have been victims of violence. Speaking from experience the county and its selective resources will jeopardize your lives even further and refuse to relocate families in danger HOWEVER the perpetrators of the community violence- those that create hostile, dangerous and uncomfortable situations for other folks in the community get the best housing resources and the victims get zippidy do dah! I should know as I have to see the bullet holes in my daughter’s wall every day while the perpetrators of the violence received a brand new unit in the same complex!!! I say this because my point is this is why the po mama fund and Homefulness Healing Housing is direly needed and should be supported that way we in the community can help our own folks and relocate families in danger because unfortunately the county/state MAY help your family once you are on the morgue slab!

RoofLessRadio Street-writing workshop in the Palm Tree Inn Crisis dialogue- #1-Crisis is universal-we have all had it.  Please briefly describe one of our worst crisis below- financial, family, self, health, etc. #1 Edward Diaz My crisis began in 2002 when I lost my parents. My rock and my foundation had been hit and it was up and down, up and down in the county and in prison. I never really got the chance to bounce back. I’m just here trying to get my foundation back underneath me. It’s hard ya know, just being out of my element. I’ve been homeless before but never a period this long, it’s going on 9 months now. It feels a lot longer than that but it’s something that’s just new to me. I’ve always had a job, a house, a place to go to, I’ve lost everything, recently, ya know? My wife, my house, my job. Shit happens, ya know? It’s hard to bounce back. I’m trying to understand. Recently, I lost my daughter, about a month ago, a month and a half ago, it kicked my ass. She was 34 years old, she had cancer. It’s hard man. I’m learning how to cope with life. And I get harassed by the cops, they think I’m doing drugs, doing this, doing that. I’m just trying to get some work. It sucks, it really sucks dealing with this cause I look like a certain type of person they put me in a certain category ya know? I haven’t sold drugs in years. But I got that name on me and they always assume I have drugs on me. It sucks, it really sucks man. I’m trying to bounce back, live life the best I can. I appreciate what this organization is doing but I got a lot going on in my head and my mind. It’s hard to fully understand where I’m going right now but I’m happy I’m alive. https://youtu.be/m4wHR6UCvZE?si=ZrgK2Zsll0-cj3lI #2 Lou King Im going to try to make this short and brief but it might lead you to tears. My name is Lou King and I spent 27 years locked in a box. I got out after that and my family refused to remain, ceased to exist. How can I live like this? With a broken a heart, my feelings dismissed It’s like a wound that you hurt, that you never gave aid, you scrape, you scar and you just put over a Band-Aid and the scars come back. Regardless of one’s profession, you do it and you reach this place called depression. It gets you to look over it. It’s sometimes that I spill, it’s in the format of rap but everything I say is real. I ran the drill and everybody listen to what I’m talkin about. I made it from under the mud and still I’m coming out. My heart is screaming shout and then I said ain’t no doubt. So I hope they comprehend and understand just what I’m talkin about, a struggle and I’m just gonna keep it real. You runnin the drill but you still climbin the hill going up and down and it’ll make you trouble cause when you livin your life in the lane, you can’t stay on one level. Up and down that’s how I go. Can you wait? I went through the struggle now time to elevate. It got grim and I’m appreciating these people who hurt my life I think i’ll be dead but then I spite it. Like I said I am Lou King and many don’t like it. They said that I gotta go get it and then I am off the park. In my right eye I carry a storm. I see the light, see it bright. Like the ones in the bible. Spit. Imma stunt. If you listen closely to the word that I said, seen and done. https://youtu.be/O5SFxJgK27c?si=JuF6nXWMN0GgFOYQ #3 Hayden My name’s Hayden, I’ve been struggling with being houseless for the last like 10 years. I was blessed to be living I guess you would call it the van life, but I had a school bus. That was pretty fun. I lived in New Mexico, I couldn’t stand the city here. Everywhere I would go the cops would get called you know? They didn’t like the sight of me and what I was doing. Literally all I was doing was parking somewhere and that’s it. If people don't recognize you in their neighborhood they will call the cops and then they come and search through my shit and Inevitably they’ll find a little herb or something and then you’ll lose your vehicle and then it all starts over. Man starting form the ground up is not easy in this environment, in this world these days, without help. People go and judge you when you ask for help you know, a lot of the times. Luckily, things seem to be turning around, I’ve been getting some help lately. Right now, I am in a room in a motel that is provided by the city and then they’re going to help me with some housing after that. I’m just, I’m so grateful. But it all really started with police. I mean shoot, I got PTSD with the police. Ever since I turned 16 I started smoking weed, ya know drinking beer like kids do. Then I get caught by the police, get sent to jail, get told that ya know that you’re not a good person, all this shit and it wears on you. Eventually it became so prolific that everytime I see a cop I feel some type of way, I get scared. I almost want to pull over right away, get out of the way. It’s scary. All these parking tickets, registration bills, insurance bills, you got to pay. There’s actually a lot of good people on the streets, interesting people that have a lot of talents. It's incredible. What’s going to waste, what people overlook jsut because of their financial or housing situation. I actually have a fine arts degree, I got a bachelors degree, I’m an artist so pretty much my whole life I’ve known I’m going to be poor laughs. So ya know that’s another thing, you get caught up. There are artists who figure out ways to make money and I commended them but for some reason my brain didn’t quite work in the entrepreneurial fashion. Unless its selling weed, I can sell weed pretty good laughs. And that’s another thing, if people just smoked herb I’m sure things would be better. Interviewer: So tell me about the place you are in here, they give you housing but they don’t give you freedom. Actually, this motel is one of the better ones. They give us lots of freedom. They let us come and go when we please. They are very kind and patient. Honestly, this is the best place I’ve ever been. Cause usually that is how it is, if they give you help they want to be like mom and dad they want you to do what they say, you know what I mean? If you live under our roof you have to respect our rules. And sure they have rules but they are very basic rules like don’t cause a ruckus, don’t hate on others. So this place is actually one of the better places that I’ve been to so I’m really happy with it. For me to not get kicked out yet is miracle cause I’ve been kicked out of every place I’ve been. https://youtu.be/OvVdelGhUp4?si=6vDl4gW1geVUxuKG #4 Becca Since I could ever remember, since I was small, I dealt with addiction in my family, with my father so that lead to struggling with my alcoholic father ya know? Watching him beat my mom and my brothers going and pulling him off of her. Those are struggles that you deal with every day, ya know? They stay with you even as an adult ya know? It’s how you deal with the situation. I struggle everyday here. I was out on the streets before, this is my second time around. I was out on the streets about 10 years prior to this time out. So then I had my first kid, got sober for 7 and ½ years and unfortunately I went back out which caused me to have more struggles. I went back out onto the street, I couldn’t stay with my mom anymore. I had ot le tmy son stay with my mom, not to bring him out here so I didn’t sturgggle more. So then I’m our here, I’ve been ut here for about another 10 years. Going to trap houses which are abandoned houses, then back out to the street again, then trap houses, then back out to the street again, back and forth. It’s a struggle everyday. I’m in this program, Inside Safe, and it’s a struggle here. It’s not knowing how, the people that work here, are going to wake up that morning that is going to set up our day is a struggle. I stay in my room. I go out here and there to do what I need to do and then come right back. But other than that you don’t see me out of my room. We can’t go into other people’s rooms ya know? There are struggles everyday here. You got people overdosing. My friend, I’ve known him for 21 years, he overdosed. I was one of the people trying to help and he wasn’t revivable. It’s sad ya know? People have to go through this alone when they shouldn’t have to be alone. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qZZNHwD0VM #5 Lanana I’ll just give an instance of something that happened to me while I was on the street. Like you know one time they were doing a couple years back they were doing a sweep on the streets and it was like the hottest day of the year. It was October 9th or something. They had this sweep that had been going on all day so hot you know that’s to wait until like after like 2 o’clock in the morning just put her stuff back up you know like just because that’s sweeping and the day and stuff I ended up like redoing my camp like really really late at night somebody came came by you know like just bugging just pulled a gun out on me and stuff like that. Then my dog got taken away for 3 months ya know mean. To get him out it cost me over 1,200. That was affecting to come up with that or to have him neutralized. It was devastating. Even an instance of coming here, everything’s traumatic. They effort me off the street with false promises like “don’t you want a clean bed?” But the first night I got here there ended up being like a million bedbugs in my room and I’m so glad that I didn’t lay in the bed. I sat in a chair and I watched the TV for like three hours cause I watched a movie and hbo show and I looked back at the dogs and I looked back at the bed and there are bugs everywhere. So f*cking creepy bro, so f*cking creepy. I came downstairs, understandable mad cause there’s something to be mad about. I wasn’t even being over the top and just the way I was treated.. then insinuating that the bugs came from my car to where I came from. They came here from here ya know what I mean? Nobody paid for me to go there. They’re gonna pretend I’m crazy. It took them three weeks to clean my room and I had to sleep in my car so I could keep my spot. I’ve seen them switch up peoples rooms no problem but because they didn’t like me they made me wait three weeks. Just cause they could. I had my $1,00 bike stolen here. They wouldn't even roll back the tapes to show me. It was tied to my car. They stole it right off my car and wouldn’t roll back the tapes, ya know what I mean? Interviewer: What do you think about them tripping because we are doing a poetry workshop. They criminalize us when we are trying to be in community. All government programs are trying to keep you in some superior shit. I don’t understand. Why do they have to run it like this? Why do they have to continue like this? Their behavior. I don’t even know what gets you kicked out and what doesn’t. I don’t even want to deal with any of the staff cause they are not equipped for any situation. From anyone overdosing to having a bad attitude. They’re supposed to be babysitters, I don’t even know. It’s always a horrible experience and there’s no reason for it to be like that. Why is that how they do things? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bzaN7jVk2Q #5 Right after my mom died I got depressed. Going from there, I was running in the streets, smoking dope, getting into a lot of trouble, going to jail. Running on the streets. When I grew up I never had a day job, never had to clean my clothes or my room, nothing. I never learned how to take care of myself. I always had safety around. Once you don’t have that and everything’s gone, you want to make a change. We should be able to do what we want to. We shouldn’t have others telling us how to be. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wg9TxRKiUw&t=13s Edward Diaz #1 Become homeless 12-10-22 Started Top When you multi-task No more Otopusing tents on Aetna Build my own place with ? was homeless for 8 months #2 Food stamps FDD and work Anonymous #1 after 27 years blood pain tears, I guess by the grace of god they let me up outta there Kookie #1 How I became homeless.  I was ? when it started, I was the only girl, 9 brothers I never knew my mother, my father was dealing, using, at the age of 13 I started using, helping my dad. I made $20 you know, the old magazine folded, I was raised by my Dad and 9 brothers. We are no family bond, I wasn’t one that started every drug, straight to heroin in out of jail, prison, being judged. I found myself, by myself, lost children, I found myself, 0 home, children. I never gave up, dust myself off and keep running- this race, I was never one to give up. I never had a chance. I was already judged. My past addiction, this is me. Homeless, addiction trying to find a way. Out. Giselle “Gelly: Harrell #1 One of My first crises was a health scare. I was ill and wasn’t getting any better, so I drove myself to the hospital. They took me in immediately and ran some tests. The doc came back and said that I was diabetic and that my blood sugar level was over 600. He proceeded to tell me that I was lucky because I could have gone into a coma. That shocked me. I was in the ICU for a week. They would prick me every hour and I wasn’t allowed to eat anything for like 4 days.  Total misery. All I could think about was my young children. I didn’t want to miss out on her life and being their mom. Giselle “Gelly: Harrell #1 One of My first crises was a health scare. I was ill and wasn’t getting any better, so I drove myself to the hospital. They took me in immediately and ran some tests. The doc came back and said that I was diabetic and that my blood sugar level was over 600. He proceeded to tell me that I was lucky because I could have gone into a coma.  That shocked me.  I was in the ICU for a week. They would prick me every hour and I wasn’t allowed to eat anything for like 4 days. Total misery. All I could think about was my young children. I didn’t want to miss out on her life and being their mom #2  Never start/quit Its’ not for me!!! Anonymous #1 Well I just got out of prison after 35 years and I have been shot, stabbed, and got cancer living on the streets and now I have 6 months to live. Claudia Anglan Yee #1 2017: I got evicted from my Sec. 8 Housing and decided to move to Vegas to get an opportunity for cheap housing and a local job. Eventually it didn’t work out so I moved back to LA. #2 so it was hard to find housing and ? My son was home schooled at the time and got bored at the lifestyle while waiting to get an apartment. He ran away and ended up in foster care. I lost the case and he ended up at foster home with a wonderful ? and he is been with us ? with my 2 daughters and doing great. Thanks for your support. Jordan Ramos #1 The day I was born we were getting evicted. I was born into homelessness and it’s been a constant and ongoing battle ever since. I’m now 28 years old with a ten year old daughter and I feel like I failed her as a mom. It hurts that it’s been a repeating cycle that followed my family throughout generations. #2 Call my mom and figure it out Paisley #1 My mother told me when I was ten that she was going to kill herself. I talked to her and she stayed living. A crisis began. It led to my purpose. But this period was tumultuous. Parents fighting, cops coming, little brother pissing, me consoling him, mom taking pills, depressed in bed.. being unsure what’s going to happen next. I felt at the same time weak and strong, small and grown, holding the answers to questions I didn’t quite understand. #2 Squat in the unit and draw out the eviction process as long as possible while building skills to live and care for others. Outside/in a vehicle if possible. Build and support community which is the only way I can get through.

April 11th, Thursday 5pm ComeUnity Reparations into Land Liberation and Homefulness Location: UCLA Luskin, Room 2355, Public Affairs Building Join for part two of the presentation UnSelling & UnSettling Mama Earth with tiny (lisa) gray-garcia aka PovertySkola. April 13th, Saturday 1pm Writing is fighting, Writing is healing Location: Eastside Cafe 5469 Huntington Dr N, Los Angeles, CA 90032 Your stories of struggle & resistance to racism, poverty, gentrification and homelessness are healing power. Stipends and food provided. Co-sponsored by Reclaiming our Homes, PrensaPobre/POORMagazine Sábado 13 de abril 1pm Escribir as luchar, Escribir es sanar. En el Café del este 5469 Huntington Dr N, Los Angeles, CA 90032 Sus historias de lucha y resistencia al racismo, la pobreza, la gentrificación y la falta de vivienda son un poder curativo. Estipendios y alimentos proporcionados. Copatrocinado por Recuperando Nuestros Hogares, PrensaPobre/POORMagazine

A 5,700 year old sacred burial ground is finally returned. By tiny aka @povertyskola, daughter of Dee, mama of Tiburcio Patriarchy Builds Parking Lots Patriarchy builds Shopping Malls & everything Matriarchy Does NOT Patriarchy drops bombs on Palestine And builds Prisons instead of skools on Turtle Island Patrarchy kills mamas while they hold their babies Patrarhcy shoots children and when we fight back shoots us and calls us Crazy Patrarchy is violent But Matrarchy is a sacred, healing mama trident Matriarchy weaves palabra and quilts, prayer smoke and warming gifts, Matriarchy lifts Up love into sky spirit - calling down Grandmother Moon and Mama Ocean Matriarchy begins with the womb -offerring life always even in the face of violent brutal strife Matriarchy protects water, and ancestors and air Matriarchy threads liberation into our hair No colonizers you can’t define our herstories. We R RIGHT HERE We will continue to come with un-ending prayer, You can’t stop the mamas, the grandmommas, the babies, the uncles and the fathers The liberation mamas and the LandBack Suns and daughters #WestBerkeleySHellMoundIsFREEEEE MamaEarth Is NOT for SALE - in perpetuity Steam rises from the broken concrete. Krapitalism buzzes in the distance. A train roars it’s approach. But here in a parking lot on 4th street in West Berkeley.. it is so quiet.Only the murmur of a wind…. And then if you listen very carefully. You hear it. A 5,700 hundred year old whisper. It swirls above the asphalt and the painted lines of metal and rubber and plastic. Sacred Shellmounds buried deep below click together in unison. If u listen carefully you hear the ancestors. They whisper together until it becomes a song #LandBack….LandBack… “Over the last eight years thousands of people came together and said YES at the same time to the Lisjan ancestors. We collectively prayed, sang, danced and created art together. As the Confederated Villages of Lisjan Nation joined in a six year long legal battle alongside the City of Berkeley to protect a Shellmound and village site over 5800 years old, Ally’s and accomplices continued to show up and we have together set the Shellmound Free!!!” Said Tribal chair of the confederated villages of Lisjan Corrina Gould This Houseless, half colonizer daughter of a disabled indigenous Houseless mama and all of our youth, adults and elders at Homefulness, POOR Magazine and Deecolonize Academy have had the blessing of standing with Corrina and her beautiful family and all the warriors who have fought prayed, called, showed up and marched for this precious moment of resistance to be Mamafested. It is important to recognize that Corrina and all of us have been fighting for something that should have already happened. We have been praying, fighting, marching for something that is repair and return. Return and repair because something has been deeply broken. A centuries old sacred burial ground, that should have been revered and protected, loved and honored by all people. Not just the descendents of the ancestors there. Just like cemeteries and mortuaries are. Instead it was a parking lot for a seafood restaurant. This is not an accident. This was not a mistake or an error in planning. This is violent colonization in a trajectory of other violent colonizaiton that deemed indigenous bodies inhuman and therefore not deserving of life, land or respect, muchless burial grounds, sacred spaces or lands of origin. “I am so thrilled that i get to see this in my lifetime, we have all fought and worked for so long and this is truly beautiful,” said Ruth Orta, an 89 year old elder Ohlone mama and grandmomma and daughter of a survivor of the Colonial boarding schools. Imagine the cemetery where your family is buried being turned into a parking lot. “This was long past due, to correct this historic harm to Ohone peoples of the Bay….Let this be an example for other cities, other towns, and states across the country - to address the historic injustices that have been perpetrated against Native American People on our ancestral lands…” said Melissa K. Nelson, president of the Board of Sogorea Te Land Trust. As Melissa spoke, the ancestors rose up, quietly, steadfastly, standing alongside the Youth and elder Ohlone/Lisjan family of warrior mamas and aunty’s and daughters and suns and uncles that lead the Sogorea Te Land Trust and the allies and accomplices that circled around them. They were right there. Heads held high into the healing smoke that rose into the morning. “It was important for us to contribute and support Sogorea Te Land trust at the same scale that is commiserate with the hurt and harm that they have experienced for centuries It was also important for us to pay Shummi land tax as our organization and our staff is located in the bay and It’s not up to us to decide how the resources were used, but rather to be in solidarity with Sogorea Te Land Trust, trusting that they will use the funds in the way that is most impactful.”  said Nwamaka, CEO of Kataly Foundation whose foundation radically redistributed 20 million dollars, which in addition to the 1. 7 million of the City of Berkeley made this HERstorical distribution possible. This powerFULL moment of indigenous land return is the intersection of many things. It’s about the colonial violence of having to buy back your ancestors resting place, your sacred spaces where our ancestors are buried, which all humans deserve. It is about the violence of krapitalist greed and real-Esnakking and the lie of private property causing the casual (yet intentional) genocide of erasure, removal and desecration of not only a burial ground but a sacred site that is thousands of Gregorian years old. And finally the settler violence of greed, hoarding and accumulation that would put an insane, almost unimaginable “price” on Mama Earth and dane to charge the peoples whose lands of origins this land belongs to, whose lands we are all standing, sitting, dreaming, thinking, buying and selling billions of blood-stained colonial dollars just to get it back. But this is our ancient to 21st Century reality. The unrecognized arrogance of settler colonial violence “charging” evicting, erasing, incarcerating and criminalizing lands and the people of those lands. Creating, perpetrating more extraction and removal of indigenous relatives and Mama Earth resources who are here now, so that you have settler towns like so-called Bellingham, Washington, Phoenix Arizona, New Mexico, Minnesota and of course, Palestine, to name a few where the majority of houseless peoples are 1st Nations people. Homeless on their own lands. This moment is also about the resistance moves of Kataly foundation which clearly overstands, like we poor and houseless peoples teach at PeopleSkool, that their immense wealth does not “belong” to them, but rather is also stolen, “made” on the broken backs of Black, Brown, Indigenous and 1st Nations peoples and lands. That this kraptialist system is built for extraction and the only solution is radical or what im now calling logical redistribution of these stolen resources and stolen land, rooted in love and repair, back into the thousands of places and spaces like this small part of Lisjan Land, in so-called West Berkeley, so we can all heal. “We owe this victory to the ancestors and every single person who stood beside us in this fight, we did it!” said Deja Gould, mama, organizer/leader with Sogorea Te Land Trust and daughter of Corrina Gould. This moment is about all of the settlers who stood, marched, prayed, screamed alongside Ohlone/Lisjan relatives. Knowing clearly that 1st peoples are not gone. That colonizaiton didnt work. That the human spirit is strong and together we can heal from this colonial hell with our voices, our humility and our actions. And for all the CONfused settlers reading this, LandBack does not mean re-making the same settler violence that was perpetrated on 1st peoples of scarcity and removal and incarceration and death. This moment is a testament to the deep structures of ancestors who never believed mama earth was for sale. Who never saw her as a commodity to be extracted from and desecrated. Who never believed or would allow the violence of homelessness, who lived the values of what us houseless, pan-indigenous peoples at POOR Magazine call Homefulness. Who were never rooted in the violence of scarcity but rather the solutions of sharing and interdependence. Like indigenous peoples all over the world practice.. If one relative has a job or food to eat, everyone eats. If one person has water, everyone drinks.if one family has a roof, like we do at Homefulness, as many people as possible are housed for free. For life. “We made Herstory today." said Cheyanne Zepeda, mama and auntie, Ohlone/Lisjan leader at Sogorea Te Land Trust and daughter of Corrina Gould. "I'm so happy today, because this land is free!" Said Anniyah, Ohlone 9 year old youth povertySkola student from DeeColonize Academy and granddaughter of Corrina Gould So please settlers as I often say, this is not a time to become scared or scarce. This is a calling in, not a calling out, we have all been lied to in krapitalism and we are all dying from it. As Melissa said, let this be an example. Let us all learn more and live into more radical return, logical redistribution and most important, love for Mama Earth and all of us, so we can all be ok. So we can all heal. Together.