When I walked into the theater, I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Just days after the outrageous acquittal of George Zimmerman, and the subsequent protests here in Oakland, I didn’t know if I could handle watching the Bay Area’s version of Trayvon Martin killed on screen. Again.
What happens when you combine the moral urgency of Cesar Chavez with the hilarious satire of the Daily Show? With your help, we can find out! And, in the process, we can help build the grassroots movement for immigrant rights, from California to the House of Representatives.
“Oh my god, he is so….GHETTO.” It’s a common expression these days. I hear it all the time from white folks, black folks, even Jay-Z himself. Mr. Beyonce may be using ‘ghetto’ as a self-referential complement, but for most people the word is an unmitigated insult.
It was my first time in Mexico, and something felt off. I was sitting outside the faded colonial church in Teotitlan del Valle, a village in the beautiful, proudly indigenous state of Oaxaca in southern Mexico. I surveyed the scene, trying to decipher the source of my uneasiness. In the…
So I wrote this poem last fall called Tree Hugger. It’s about Oakland, violence, fatherhood, what it means to be man…and the first time my hippie-ass 10th grade science teacher asked me to hug a tree. Now that piece is gonna be on a mixtape over a Lil Wayne beat.