Celebracion de los trabajadores internacionales en CalifasAzlan/Celebrating Intl Workers Day in CalifasAztlan

Tiny - Posted on 03 May 2012

I am the 000.25- the smallest number you can think of in your mind, I didn't even make it to the 99 ....I am the mamaz, daddys and babies living in their cars, criminalized day laborers living in SRO's shelters, jails cells and houses made of card-board....excerpt from I am the 000.25 by tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia

Co-madre/Co-editor's note: On May 1st, Migrant, Poverty, disability, indigenous and youth skolaz at POOR Magazine marched, sang, chanted, prayed, decolonized and resisted all false borders and celebrated all the un-seen, unrecognized and criminalized migrant, indigenous and poor workers across Pachamama. Corporate media only reported the so-called violence of the day. We were there, the violence was crafted and planned, and supported by thousands of po'lice officers from multiple counties, standing, following and implicating, tasing and profiling. one of our youth skolaz at POOR- (my son Tiburcio) learned and collaborated with all of his elders in struggle, teachers and care-givers and wrote this report

Pt 1: Working Skolaz
May 1st was really fun.  We marched 28 blocks (From Fruitvale BART to Downtown Oakland) for the migrante people who had to cross the border in order to find work.  Also for the bottle collectors "recladores" who have to push shopping carts out in the beaming sun or the blistering rain.  We celebrated the Mariachi performers and the street vendors on this day.  The so called word work, don't only use it in a way that supports us, but we want to spread it out to all.  Not only in the Bay but to the world.
Pt. 2: Migrantes from my family
In my great ancestors there is a lot of migrante people such as mama Mimi who was Roma and migrated her from Ireland.   The other person, my great Grandpa Roberto migrated here from Puerto Rico.  My other great grandfather Joe, migrated here from the philipines My biological father is the son of chinese and mexican migrants and my tio Tibrcio is an indian revolutionary from Yucatan.

...in your mind, I didn't even make it to the 99."
Well, at least you finally admit that, in spite of all the noise you make, you represent practically no one.


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