“Our Culture Cannot Be Killed” (A poem dedicated to the erased mural on 24th and Folsom, SFM, and a response to the wise words of weasels) Patronize me bully me oppress me mock me Murder me Tell me I’m all fucked up I need that from you Your manners and etiquette Your command: “Be A Good Person” I better be a good boy So I should make sure and Ask you Is this what you mean? Be: Not my existence but Your existence your air your being is what it means “to be”— Hamlet lied— There is no “not to … Continue reading “Our Culture Cannot Be Killed” (A poem dedicated to the erased mural on 24th and Folsom, SFM, and a response to the wise words of weasels)

Enjoy the photos and community creativity 🙂 This past Carnaval weekend the community gifted us another $1,118.00 for “The International Amor for Alex Nieto Memorial!” Special thanks to Roberto Hernandez for donating the booth to us and to Josue Rojas and Ivan Gomez for the great poster and t-shirt images that people loved! Besides taking dozens of pictures of gente supporting and donating, we passed out hundreds of fliers and created important community connections, including a cement company CEO that offered to donate his services for any cement work needed for the memorial. By the end of this summer, we … Continue reading THE 7TH ANNUAL BARRIO BUSHIDO AMOR FOR ALEX SAN FRAN MISSION CARNAVAL BOOTH

What good is education without action? What good is civilization without humanity? What good is law without love? Action for truth. Action for humanity. Action for amor, even if it means your life. On 10 June 1963 Buddhist monk Thích Quảng Đức believed in love for his brethren monks and was against the persecution of these same brothers. To protest, to sing his voice to heaven, Đức entered a busy Vietnamese street intersection, calmly sat in the meditative lotus position, and set himself ablaze, a burning lotus flower—a firework for freedom. His spark set the entire world on fire. The … Continue reading “In Honor of Amilcar: An Argument for Action”

The Revolt of Los Locos Revolution belongs to eternity. Revolution was yesterday. Revolution is right now. Revolution will be mañana. Revolution and evolution is the same thing: one cannot exist without the other. The roots are the reason all flowers bloom. On March 21, 2014, Alex Nieto got whacked by the cops for eating a burrito in a gentrified neighborhood, Bernal Heights, San Fran, Califas, aka, Aztlan. Fifty nine gunshots cracked the heavens open, his spirit rose, and the insane angels zoomed out of the sky to start some good shit. His blood was the roots; we are the flowers. … Continue reading The Revolt of Los Locos

As the founder and humble leader of “Amor for Alex Nieto,” I, along with the family and coalition members, give thanks to you and wish blessings upon you, our loyal supporters, our true community warriors. Last night’s Alex Nieto Memorial Celebration was pure love. Today the love blooms; we unfurl the love to friends, to strangers, and even to our enemies. Amor is love, and the love for Alex Nieto existed before he was killed by the police. Our community love has always survived, but many times the mainstream media, the education system, spite, pettiness, and fear have obstructed our … Continue reading THE TRUE STORY OF “AMOR FOR ALEX NIETO”

SHARE THIS FAR AND WIDE: The only way to the front lines is forward. If you are upset about Trump or the Dakota pipeline, you can and should let your voice be heard. But if you want action, an action that leads to creation, then follow us to the front lines, and it is not in a far off distant land; it is here in our city of San Francisco. Join us this Monday, November 28 at 6:00 p.m. for the “All Hands Meeting for the Alex Nieto Memorial!” at the Bernal Heights Neighborhood Center on Cortland Street, Alex Nieto’s … Continue reading All Hands Meeting for the Amor for Alex Memorial, M 11-28 at 6:00 p.m.

Not forward But upward Always upward I am fine. You are fine. Do not be tricked by trivialities. We have succeeded in the jungles, the concrete, the prisons, and the abyss. We are resilient and effective and have proven ourselves beyond any expectation: Barrio Bushido: Street Honor, Family Honor, Community Honor. Brutal Truth. Today is a shock and panic only for those who believed that politicians could and would save us. Many had been comforted by “manufactured consent,” but in reality, it was false. This social media shit is a lie. The greater media is also a lie. Politicians are … Continue reading Every Day is Both an Apocalypse and a Resurrection

The capacity crowd’s energy is electrifying, urging the young actors to push their souls to the limits, to reach deep down and extract their essence, their street essence, their indigenous essence, their Frisco funk. A Latino and multicultural youth movement explodes in front of your eyes. Candy Contreras. Melissa Gomez. Jocelyn Lainez. Talia Matau. Luis Ramirez Martinez. Nicole Nutterfield. Estela “Nataly” Ortiz. Jad Quesada-Khoury. Lochlein Sekona. Stephanie Tomasulo. The sound of gunshots greets you to the plot of the play: “On the Hill: I am Alex Nieto.” Alex Nieto, we learn, was a young man racially profiled by the SFPD … Continue reading “We Fly Even When We Fall: A Review of ‘On the Hill: I am Alex Nieto’”

           On February 26, 2015 Amilcar Perez-Lopez was unlawfully killed by the San Francisco Police Department. Now a year and a half later, the San Francisco District Attorney shirks his duty and refuses to file criminal charges against the officers who killed Amilcar. If the San Francisco District Attorney does not file criminal charges against the police officers who killed Amilcar, then it will be harder for all coalitions to obtain even crumbs of justice for any other unlawfully killed loved ones. Together we must fight for Amilcar by making sure that the district attorney performs his elected official’s duty. … Continue reading “Endurance and Amor for Amilcar Perez-Lopez”

On June 16, 2008 my brother Jeff claimed both la vida loca and la muerte loca. He hadn’t been just my brother. He had been like my father, since our own father had died when we were so young. As you have read, my brother was an anger inside of me, a tough will for something, a person to impress, and the example of how crazy could be transferred into positive momentum in the classroom. He had charisma but a fault of staying loyal to the streets’ code that halted him from evolving. Growth was not his goal. On the … Continue reading MISSION ROOTS