Todo Bodo Down: The Bac Sierra Blog

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 power of amor. We, however, have consciously used this potential to transform the world, even though some think it is politically and realistically incorrect to use amor for action.

On Saturday, March 22, 2014, the night we found out Alex had been killed by the police, it was a three-member group of Alex’s best homeboys and my family who formed a union of love and suffering. At three o’clock in the morning, I called my dear friend and fellow Hastings law school alumnus, super-lawyer Adante Pointer, and he, even without knowing the specifics of the situation, agreed to investigate and take the case. The next morning, hungover yet hungry for justice, the homeboy Lowride and I hit up advice from the mayor of La Mision, Roberto Hernandez. To brainstorm genius ideas and to summon the spirits of the Mission streets, we went cruising in his white convertible Impala lowrider. Looking directly into my eyes, Roberto Hernandez told me it was time for me to be a leader. Before Alex was killed, I had already been accomplishing positive things in the varrio and around the Bay, especially because of the publication of my first novel Barrio Bushido, Alex Nieto’s favorite book, our intellectual street story literature.

The Mission non-profit organization HOMEY, Frank Lara, Roberto Hernandez and others organized the first march, which was on Saturday, March 29, 2014. Running from Kezar stadium, where my daughter Margarita was competing in the state wrestling championship and won third place in honor of Alex Nieto, I showed up at the Mission Cultural Center and immediately began utilizing my street skills, Marine tenacity and forward movement ideology, and my educational experience, having read hundreds of books and written thousands of pages. “Amor for Alex Nieto” was born.

It was Jeff Bac Sierra, my brother, a superstar street homeboy, a man who was both loved and hated, that inspired us to amor. In fact, Alex Nieto loved Jeff because he had marveled at the legend. Both Refugio Nieto and Alex’s brother had witnessed the ferocity of Jeff Bac Sierra, a man full of tortured love and demons, who finally succumbed to the street life. Alex admired my brother’s spirit, and he confided that he felt that spirit through me. Still, Alex had a hard time understanding the concept of gifting away amor. Like many other poor people, Alex thought we should charge for our ideas or do things for money. That is completely understandable, but that capitalist purpose, I felt, should not be the main objective of our unity.

We, best friends, Alex, Lowride, and I, would hit the streets with love and smiles, helping people out with rides, poetry, partying, education, and positive movement. When we would meet, we would greet each other: “What’s up with the movement?” When we parted, we would declare: “I love you, brother.” Amor for Alex Nieto was actually created while Alex Nieto was alive. Love is a difficult concept that many simply cannot accept, and that is why over the past two years and nine months, we, the coalition, have experienced transformation. There simply is no compromise with amor as our living force. The Nietos agree.

Through all of the obstacles and victories, I have done my Barrio Bushido best, which is not perfect, but it has been my best to serve you because I understand and feel that we need service, the ultimate manifestation of bushido, the warrior code. Authentic amor is needed during these difficult times. That is why yesterday’s Alex Nieto Memorial Celebration was beautiful— because the culmination of love bloomed like a flower. We ate well, drank some good shots, smiled, played congas, laughed, and listened to wisdom. We took these pictures, the biggest gathering of the 21^st to date. At the exact spot where Alex was killed, Brown and Black were united: street homeboys and homegirls, families, lawyers, law students, activists, muralists, musicians, lovers of life, community. Afterwards, in the dark, we were not afraid because we had each other, and each other is all we need. We embraced, we hugged, we felt the victory of humanity and amor.

This is the true story of “Amor for Alex Nieto.”

Con Todo Humildad, Sinceridad, y Carino,

Benjamin Bac Sierra

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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 varrio. For all you OG Veteranos and Veteranas, you know that Cortland is one of our oldest varrios, one of the first places in San Francisco’s Mission/Outer Mission that was gentrified starting back in the 90’s. It was such a loco colorful beautiful hood until they tricked residents into gentrification and kicked them out. Now mostly wealthy white folks live there—lawyers and technology executives. In 2011 they literally erased the varrio history by destroying the Cortland library’s 1983 Native American and cholo mural.

This time we must stand together. History cannot and will not be erased. It is up to you, I literally mean YOU, to make this Alex Nieto memorial reality. Not only is it what the Nietos desire and deserve after being swindled by a mostly white jury out of a just verdict in the civil trial, but also it is what we need as medicine for our community.

We proved Alex’s murder. Check the evidence yourself. I would love to hear any reasonable arguments about how Officer Schiff could, after being counseled by his police officer father, on the night he shot at Alex Nieto, go from saying he looked into Alex’s “angry” eyes and saw his forehead “scrunch” up to being proved a liar two years later in open court— Alex had on a baseball hat and sunglasses on, so it would have been impossible for Officer Schiff to have seen Alex’s eyes or forehead. I would love to hear any explanation of how Alex Nieto’s wrist bone was found in his pocket if, as the officers state, he always had his hands out and pointing a taser. Because there is no reasonable explanation, we must conclude Alex Nieto was unlawfully killed, and this is a severe injustice and tragedy for his family and community. Yet we are thankful for whirlwinds, for they have helped shape who we are: Amor for Alex.

We need mass attendance at this meeting because there may be some who want to erase racism: from the caller, who admitted Alex was doing nothing improper but described him as a “foreigner”, to the dog owner who threatened Alex and spewed obscene racial slurs against him, to the police who profiled him and shot at him fifty nine (59) times. There may be some who want to ignore the corruption of San Francisco: from the district attorney that refused to file criminal charges against the officers, to the collusion between San Francisco and Taser International, the company that gained a two million dollar contract with the city, after manipulating the time stamps on Alex Nieto’s taser so that it would match up nicely with the fabricated police narrative.

We sing NO to erasure. We shout NO to corruption. With the joining now of 3,000 others who have signed the petition and at least four San Francisco supervisors, we demand an ordinance (law) for a memorial tribute to Alex Nieto on Bernal Heights. We imagine community members hiking up to that mountain and praying like he did, looking out over the view of San Francisco and being reminded and reminded of his unlawful death AND our community resilience. We want students of all ages to travel up to that hill for field trips and stand at that memorial site and learn about the history and creativity of our community; they will write thousands of critical educational essays. We want families to pilgrimage hands together and love each other at the place where Alex breathed his last breath. Lovers will make an offering and share a kiss, the way we used to do it up on that mountain in the old days. We want this place to be a place of peace, of inspiration and amor.

We need you there. Your family needs you there. Your community needs you there. Your unborn grandchildren need you there: “All Hands Meeting for the Alex Nieto Memorial!” Monday, November 28, 2016 at 6:00 p.m. at the Bernal Heights Neighborhood Center. Wear red and black in honor of Alex. Join the Facebook event page here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1156504267790999/?notif_t=plan_user_associated&notif_id=1478981259825422

Amor for Alex Nieto: March 4, 1986 to March 21, 2014

Against the violence and injustice of 59 bullets, family and community rose to defend honor and promote positive spirit.

Benjamin Bac Sierra, M.A., J.D.

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 predators and puppets.

The only ones you can count on are your own. The only way to truly come up is with you, your familia, and your community. We must make ourselves even stronger and smarter than ever. This moment is opportunity.

Spirit matters most:

Education, our own education: What book you reading, homes? What poetry you writing, love? What you teaching your children?

Physical fitness: You eating broccoli? You hitting your pushups? You dancing on the streets?

Discipline: What time you waking up? What goals you got?

Creation: What you working on right now? When you going to deliver?

Amor: Have I told you today how much you mean to me, how much I love you now and forever? Do you know how much I love to embrace you?

Unless we have lost our minds and spirits, nothing has really changed. It is a new day to breathe. It is a new day to triumph.

Every day is both an apocalypse and a resurrection.

Fuck any voting results.

You choose.

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 and unlawfully killed by 14 of their 59 bullets shot at him on top of Bernal Hill on March 21, 2014. The community would not accept this horror story, so the community rose. The artists rose. The youth rose.

The cast are all young people from the inner city. The musicians are a new breed of Santana/Loco Bloco/hip hop/rap fused artists with their own rock and roll soul slick style. Their music is a reminder of roots and a promise of revolution. Angela Rey. Amadeus Oyagata. Anthony Corona. Cy Thompson. Ariel Mestaller-Orallo. Mosiah Concha. Madison Cenac. Liset Gutierrez. Grace Nevarez-Ortiz.

“On the Hill” constantly confronts their pain, the taboo of gentrification in the most progressive and liberal city on planet earth. San Francisco, the city itself, becomes a main character. This is, however, a universal story, for it forces us to question, then, how racist and classist is it in other places, such as Denver, San Antonio, Walnut Creek, places that are not as open as San Fran. And even here we realize the developers believe the earth was meant to be made into cubicles, partitions, workspaces.

Wildflowers must be massacred.

Then how can the actors dance their pain away? They dance and gift us creativity and courage, performing intricate moves, tribal acrobatics, ballet-style grace. Nietzsche once proclaimed that a day without dancing is a day without life. These youth prove life in front of our eyes. Here is where the audience begins to see art as an authentic transformation tool. The message is deep: we create our own movements; we transform the tragic into triumph. We mold our own media, not made by politicians or professors, or ultra-intellectual outsiders, but made by people who care about community uplifting. The play is the epitome of vida loca, the street creed. Here locura serves as a medicine and philosophy forward, for who else would create a play that so blatantly confronts the perfect system of corruption?

“On the Hill” exposes the entrenched corruption at every level of the San Francisco machine. Based on actual testimony and trial transcripts, the play reports on the district attorney’s failings to prosecute the police officers who killed Alex, the collusion between the district attorney and the city attorney, the police department’s theft of Alex Nieto’s car and search without a warrant, the city attorney’s attempted manipulation of Yahira, Alex’s girlfriend, Alex’s wrist bone in his pocket.

59 shots.

Even with all of this overwhelming evidence, the jury decides against Alex Nieto and in favor of their beloved protectors, the police. The white jury. No African Americans or Latinos served as peers. Nevertheless, the community is not smashed by injustice. We know there is no hope through their system. So we create our own. In the play, the actress that played Elvira Nieto, Alex’s mother repeats: “I am not la llorona, the weeping woman.” We dance to death. We create art out of hatred. We realize and acknowledge our own power and do not hope for others to save us. We have proven we are not helpless. The future, even with all its obstacles, is bright.

Where do we go from here? More places, more performances, worldwide international travelers (or troublers, if you say it with my father’s musical accent). We play in front of their face and show them the roots of Frisco and how we still lead the way, even when they kill us. We continue to fight for justice for Mario Woods, Amilcar Perez-Lopez, Luis Gongora, and all the others who have fallen, unlawfully killed by SFPD.

We fly even when we fall.

We need more writing about this play and these issues. We need our own education, our own arts, our own agency.

We need leaders like Paul Flores, the director, a working star. Consider it was only a month ago that Paul was recruiting actors off the streets. For them to perform the way they did, he must have reached into their guts and souls. Of course they had these gifts inside them all along, but we must praise Paul for his ability to love and to show them to give their love away to an unknown audience. Leaders love, serve, learn, and teach, but don’t bullshit. They train and inspire the next generation. A professional, Paul respected their style and worked to fine-tune it.

Leaders have gotten a bad rap lately—because we imagine idiots. But I am not referencing the clowns or political leaders but authentic organizers full of heart and soul, leaders with vision and selflessness but also with guts and unafraid to be leaders. Leaders work and prove, and the proof is not in a theory but in a substantive action. To accomplish is to practice constantly and to work ceaselessly. We cannot follow shortcuts.

While some may feel disheartened at the end of the play because there is no clear happy Hollywood ending, we must understand that art is not meant to be pure propaganda. Not every singular story or piece of magic surrounding the Alex Nieto movement could be told in ninety minutes. Perhaps more could have been explored about the effects of the intense trial, how, for example, we influenced other art, murals, songs and music, performances and actions, like a 2015 street play, a mock trial where the Nietos actually ripped up the badges of the killer cops, or the feats of the Frisco Five hunger strikers who, with puro locura and love, put their lives on the line in front of the Mission Police Station for 18 days and nights. Perhaps the play could have shown how joined together with other coalitions, such as the Mario Woods and Amilcar Perez Lopez Coalitions, we fired the chief of police of one of the most powerful cities on planet earth.

But that is for another story, one that can be created by our own people. “On the Hill: I am Alex Nieto” serves as a springboard for more. Using this play as a template and inspiration, we can create our own plays, our own world. That’s the way I see it. That’s the way the Nietos see it, as they loved the play and fully support it.

Thanks to all who have proven their amor and continue to fight the good fight.

           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.

As Amilcar was running away, he was shot in the back and the back of the head a total of six times by undercover plain-clothes police officers who never even identified themselves as police officers. This is undeniable physical proof for the bare minimum legal standard of PROBABLE CAUSE to prosecute these officers. “Probable Cause” does not mean that these officers are guilty; it simply means that maybe MAYBE something unlawful happened so that a jury could decide this case. Think of it this way: Is there at least a ten percent possibility that officers acted unlawfully in this case? A reasonable answer: of course.

Amilcar is the least of our brothers, our janitors, our roofers, our ignored immigrants and belittled brown people. At Home Depot and U-Haul stores, you see them waiting patiently and with dignity for the work no one else wants to do. They pick up your dishes from restaurant tables. They did not come here for their own benefit. They came here for survival.

A brief irrefutable history lesson:

In 1954 the United States Central Intelligence Agency led a coup that overthrew the legitimate Guatemalan government and instituted a puppet U.S. regime. It was this injustice that Che Guevarra personally witnessed that radicalized and transformed him. Back in 1954 Guatemala had begun to rise, but the indigenous Mayan geniuses who understood time and the universe better than their European counterparts could not be allowed to thrive over U.S. corporate interests. By the 1980’s full blown civil war, massacres, and genocide against the native Mayans ensued. This horrible legacy, unfortunately, endures in the form of extreme poverty and continued oppression—gentrification in its worst form.

From 2002 to 2003, I personally defended political asylum refugees and gained them immigration status here in the U.S. Here is an example of one such briefing I wrote: Because her father supported the guerillas with food and water and because the Guatemalan Army accused all Mam Maya of being guerillas, the Guatemalan Army disappeared her father. When she was in her mother’s womb, the Guatemalan Army beat and terrorized her mother. Her aunt was mutilated and killed. When she was only a few months old, “V” was forced to abandon her ancient homeland for a strange land where she had no status or rights. She grew up fearful, uneducated, and sad. She was stripped of her identity and humanity.

Amilcar Perez-Lopez also came from this war-torn history. He had no criminal background. He was a hard working quiet immigrant. Only five feet tall and approximately one hundred twenty pounds, he was running away from undercover police officers who, without warning, assaulted and battered him. The web of lies that San Francisco has promoted can be clearly seen if you click on the link: https://justice4amilcar.org/legal-status/. There is no way Amilcar was a threat to officers. If the District Attorney won’t even prosecute these rogue officers in a case where there is obviously “probable cause,” then consider how hard it will be for other families and coalitions seeking justice for their loved ones. And remember, we are not even advocating convicting the officers at this point. We, the tax paying people, rightfully deserve a public trial paid for by our taxes.

Note that if Amilcar’s case does not rate a criminal trial, where all the discovery and evidence will come to light, then a civil trial (which must be funded by the family’s attorneys [who will be outspent by the San Francisco City Attorney by ten to one]) will be an uphill battle for the community and family. When there is a criminal trial, all the evidence comes out so that for any civil trial, where the burden of proof is a lesser standard, it is much more favorable that the community and family gain justice. We, “Amor for Alex Nieto,” clearly demonstrated the difficulties of obtaining justice during the Alex Nieto civil case. The jury will be prejudiced against the victims and in favor of the police—unless we can first prove that police officers can actually be criminals! Although there is no guarantee, we would expect the jury to feel a precedential pressure (based on criminal charges having been filed) to find a preponderance of the evidence in a civil trial, which, in our current justice system, is probably the best we can expect.

Let’s rise together for Amilcar. We must pressure District Attorney Gascon not to be a corrupt coward in this case. Call D.A. Gascon at his office: (415) 553-1751. Attend the rally on Friday, August 26 at 6:00 p.m. at the site where Amilcar was killed in San Francisco (Folsom between 24th and 25th). Support the Amilcar Perez-Lopez Coalition by supporting Father Richard Leslie Smith, and let’s get out there together to push for justice and love for Amilcar, the least of our brothers.

Benjamin Bac Sierra, your servant

“Amor for Alex Nieto”

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 block, Jeff marched around with a heavy-duty steel link chain wrapped around his neck. He checked gang members by petting them on the head, yet if you would stand up to him, he would smile. He wanted you to fight and to hold dignity ‘cause that was all you had if you were living that lifestyle. Once upon a time, in his 66 droptop Impala lowrider, Jeff witnessed the cops, as usual, patrolling and marauding through the hood. He decided to turn them into the hunted. Hitting his lowrider switches, bouncing his 3500 pound classic up and down, Jeff pursued and menaced them! On their tail, he flashed his high-beams to let them know they were being stalked. When the cops finally figured out they were being pulled over, Jeff interrogated them and ultimately accepted the hit to jail. Locura was his contribution: this is the unashamed spirit of our streets and community.

When he died, I howled. Perhaps I should have expected his death. I felt proud that I had made him happy during his life, but was ashamed that he died alone. But he was a man who knew we all live and die alone.

Am I praising him? Am I implying I would want my own son to be like him? He could never be him. These are different times, a different place. The Mission as we knew it no longer exists: it has been gentrified—the actual tar and cement rehabilitated by billionaires who have kicked out most of the poor people of color. The property on Mission and 22^nd that housed my brother’s insurance business and other Latino owned stores was scorched in 2014, what many in the community theorize is an ordinary arson strategy to boot out the homeys and the gente. So Jeff would not even be able to claim that Mission space. He was an Indio, the worst insult and the highest honor. For better and worse, his legacy remains in me, so he can never be a failure if I refuse to be a failure myself. He branded the locura battle scar upon me. Because I am a homeboy, I do not surrender.

I can’t advocate a norm that would have been better for Jeff, but that doesn’t mean I am a nihilist. Perhaps it is a deceit to not fully address the negative aspects of his life, but if learning has taught me one thing, it is that we will all graduate from life to death. Even with all my education, I must admit, my brother lived exactly the way he wanted. Perhaps he could not see a farther future for himself, or perhaps he felt committed to suffering for suffering’s sake, such an eccentric noble obligation. Although he could not articulate it, he felt the betrayal of this country and of his skin color and of being a cholo, so he forced everything to be extreme, exactly how America makes everything extreme, but for me, through me, he could predict a brighter future. The only justice I can give him is to acknowledge his tremendous impact on me through these words. He was a Mision superstar, a star in his own mind, perhaps the only place where it matters.

Isn’t the truth of education, of teaching and learning, not an objective truth, which is ultimately illusory, but a subjective certainty? Authentic education is a connection between objectivity, intelligence, and your most important person, you, yourself, your most heartfelt subjective emotions. According to what Jeff used to preach, we all matter most individually. Every once in a while, he would declare:

“Everything is subjective.”

To him the most important truth was subjectivity, but if he could help you get to that truth by showing you to strategize in a brutal, confusing, frightening objective manner, then that was his best. He would, for example, as a prosperous insurance agent, daringly exchange wits with wealthy white businessmen and have them laugh loudly. Because he had fought fires for the California Department of Forestry camps based in rural Mendocino, Lassen, and Shasta, Jeff was not afraid to travel to American countryside towns that did not know brown people, yet he would smile at the folks, and they, most of the time, would smile back. Many street homeboys are afraid to be in an overwhelming white world, but Jeff didn’t accept the excuse that gente should be scared. People, he thought, should love bravely and unashamedly. Even with all my accomplishments, I did not have his magnetism. It was only after my brother’s death that I became a more open, loving man because I discovered that amor is the greatest subjective mystery, feeling, and knowledge. He, his death, was my greatest educator. I had tried to be like the old “Harvard on the Hill” guard, but I learned that students, and even professors, have souls.

(An excerpt from Renaissance Homeboy)

My brother Jeff at a Low Low Show, circa 2002

Imagine if we used social media to uplift each other and promise beauty for our community. We are doing it! At this year’s San Fran Carnaval, for every promise that a person wrote down to help their community, I happily gifted them a copy Barrio Bushido. Allow these community members’ words to inspire and guide you. They came from all walk of life, all age groups, all races, creeds, and colors. This is our CARNAVAL CONSTITUTION!

WITH THE FRISCO FIVE

YOUR COMMUNITY POWER AND POETRY AT THE BARRIO BUSHIDO SFM AMOR FOR ALEX COMMUNITY CARNAVAL BOOTH, 2016:

1. Help to inform other young mothers and invite them to young mothers’ parenting group.
2. I’m a public school teacher in SFUSD, busting my butt every day to change kids’ lives.
3. Stop the crime of S.F.
4. Not accept the police abuse and continue supporting the fight and make others aware.
5. Continue to empower the youth through sports, respect, and family.
6. Stop gentrification.
7. Build community.
8. Play more music for everyone!
9. To spread more love and positivity to people I meet.
10. More parks for the kids.
11. Get an education to inspire young Latinos as a role model.
12. Always help my brothers in the hood. YSM 24 Xogic.
13. Get more compassion and justice for our community. Calixto.
14. Get out and get to know your community neighborhood and meet new friends.
15. My sister and I work with the AIDS community in outreach.
16. More belssings less building lower rents (though it won’t happen) old school to move back in (won’t happen) blessings to all who can still survive the cause, not for the people. Love to SF.
17. Coach Jr. Giants, soccer, and basketball kids teams.
18. Be part of the Frisco 500 movement to get Mayor Lee fired and make sure our communities get justice for all the SFPD murders.
19. Introduce the automotive industry to the re-entry.
20. Help out the homies in need.
21. I help out the homeless.
22. Participate in various actions and peacekeeping initiatives, regardless of differeing organizing ideologies.
23. Volunteer with the Boys and Girls clubs. Will try to get youth into fitness and off of drugs.
24. I’m going to take on the real estate corporate lobbyists that are controlling SF!
25. I’m going to donate food to the homeless.
26. I’m going to come volunteer with the youth in San Fran.
27. We’re gonna stay fighting.
28. Make peace between the people.
29. Unite all minorities and we will succeed on deep changes in society.
30. Work with the Mission Cultural Center to organize more events for the youth as well as Precita Eyes to get kids into art.
31. I will continue to go on marches.
32. I will volunteer at youth organizations.
33. I will continue to campaign for justice.
34. Keep teaching the little ones about the REAL!
35. Help children develop their own voices. It’s our job to teach them our history, theirs to build our destiny.
36. Continue helping being the voice for those who are underrepresented in our communities.
37. I love where I live. I love my neighbors and family. I’m lucky to live close to them. I will continue to help provide health care to mi gente!
38. Host event for racial justice.
39. Fight for justice.
40. Si se puede! Fight for justice!
41. Don’t give up on your loved ones when they stray away. They can find their path back when there is hope and you don’t let go.
42. La lucha para el salario digno.
43. Making music with the fam to spread the word! The watershed!! Amor for Alex and all victims of police terror.
44. Running for office in a few years to represent the community it has to be.
45. Promote peace while DJing.
46. I work with mental health, trauma children and families. Keep positive thinking and keep success coming to our younger generation.
47. Starting up a boys and girls club in my community.
48. I wish to spread my knowledge of art and healing to the next generation of kids in my community.
49. Save lives through art.
50. To continue to serve the children in the Mission community to go to college! Mission graduates!
51. From local artist, arte 1810 always beautifying the Mission with our cultural representation in our murals.
52. I’m going to look out for the lil homies. Help them get jobs, get off probation, graduate high school.
53. I’m going to support our raza in the community by guiding my younger familia.
54. I give body work to dancers who cannot afford it but need help.
55. I will continue to spread the word about police impunity through hip-hop.
56. Spirit love through art—always!
57. I will continue as an African America woman prviding mental helath services to those who need it most, people of color.
58. I will continue to educate our African American men about violence in the city of San Francisco.
59. I’m involved with Native American and Latino communities restoring California Native American languages.
60. As a Muslim woman living in the Mission, I feel that I am surrounded by many layers of culture, passion, and sense of “neighbor” from every single person I pass as I walk the sidewalks of this place. It makes me feel so whole 🙂 like I have a place where I belong.
61. I want to spread culture throughout my community and keep art alive. Show support and solidarity with the Alex Nieto Coaltion.
62. As a former member of the Mission who was born and raised and evicted, I will do everything in my power to advocate for low income families affected by gentrification and join SFWAR and help women who are victims of school violence.
63. As a SF native I’ve grown up in a beautiful diverse city that fostered so many great cultures throughout its existence. As a musician involved with Loco Bloco and as an inspiring rapper, I plan on gearing my music toward the resistance against the corporate presence kicking people out.
64. To keep it real I’m just a follower of this movement cause I’m following stories of police murder, following stories of displacement and gentrification and most importantly following leaders like Equipto, Benjamin Bac Sierra, and Edwin Lindo, and the many inspirational people (many SF natives and people of color). I’ve been inspired by the strength of the movement and I want to make sure you know you all have an ally in me. Hasta la Victoria siempre! Si se puede!
65. I will support through my cultural center in Berkeley by offering free community space for film, panel, or any other gathering to bring justice awareness to the case.
66. I will continue to do translating when I can and go to marches too!
67. Educate my children on a current issue and movement and how they can help the Latino community themselves.
68. To live in the present and use my education as a rock for positive change.
69. Garden guerilla. Milkweed seed bombs for monarch butterflies.
70. More outreach for homeless elderly in our neighborhood.
71. Educate the community on matters that affect the community through politics, history, and community involvement by any means necessary.
72. I would donate food and clothes to homeless.
73. Help your parents and recycle.
74. Raise and support my kids to better help our community and world.
75. Love my neighbors.
76. Help the community. Keep police accountable.
77. Treat people the way you want to be treated.
78. Help homeless people with food.
79. Support peace in the community.
80. Mentor a child in my neighborhood—Polk.
81. Continue to work with the youth in SF and help guide them through their lives.
82. Give back to the youth and those who work with youth.
83. Give back to the family in needs and help all the foster care youth.
84. Stop the violence. It’s not worth it. Love each other.
85. Introducing community folks to each other to strengthen and build bridges for stronger bridges. Greg.
86. Using art to bring attention to social issues.
87. Educated Latinos citizens VOTE!
88. Uninimos mas todo los Latinos para formar un solo pueblo.
89. I will support a family by advocating for them in school—specifically I will donate 50 % of my time to an immigrant child needing special education services.
90. I will be teaching and supporting to all the children at Decolonize Academy and everyone else we can in las calles en los barrios and making sure no one forgets the memory of Alex, Mario, Luis, Jessica, Amilcar. Power to the people. Amor y liberacion.
91. I will continue to support the unhoused witnesses of the Jose Luis Gongora Pat killing and help to support the Luis Gongora Pat Coalition. Additionally I continue to evolve my performance work “Amor y Justicia” based on my experience at the Alex Nieto Trial and my ongoing work to fight for the true city of San Francisco—as a fourth generation pinay—born and raised in the City!
92. I am going to continue to support my Latina daughter to pursue her goal as a RN to build up the percentage of Hispanics to make a difference in the world.
93. I will continue to promote the Raza in a positive light to empower our people and keep the Raza strong.
94. I will continue to be politically active in local government by keeping up with current events and actively voting.
95. I will help my mom.
96. I will fight for the rights of working people and families of SF.
97. I will empower more Chicanas to be Ph.D’s.
98. Organizing our people!!
99. Helping to continue to move energy forward. Sabes.
100. I will continue to be a “voice” for the voiceless and fight the good fight most people are afraid to fight. Continue to be an avenue of justice, love and peace. #Frisco5
101. Will find shelter and peace for my homeless bros and sis’s.
102. I commit my love and my energy to the next generation of Frisco babies. Our love for our people will always overpower the hate that comes from our enemies. Together anything is possible. I fight for the opportunity to dream and envision liberation collectively. Juana.
103. I commit to finding the best way I can be an effective agent in social justice in the Bay Area and Nor Cal (general).
104. I will continue to use my education, language, and skills to empower the Latino community. Mely.
105. I want to donate my work and time at the Free Kitchen on Mission.
106. I commit to sharing my learnings with my students. I teach at MacArthur Park near downtown L.A. in one of the poorest communities in the country.
107. Continue to talk to people about what happened to Alex and about all kinds of social justice issues. I’ll read the book and pass it around to other friends.
108. I will continue to support and volunteer on housing justice, even though I am going back to direct services to survivors. Much love and thank you.
109. Continue to be on school board to help our student achieve and succeed.
110. Give clothing and food to the less fortunate. Never waste until something is used to full capacity. Spread love.
111. Teach and show that there is more to this hood than what we have been taught.
112. My knowledge and experience is rooted in Hip Hop culture. I would like to keep giving back to my community through this culture with a social justice perspective. One love.
113. From hip hop dances and knowledge of social justice, I want to continue inspiring the youth through Hip Hope dances to empower them to be young leaders to make positive change.
114. I think the people of the United States should take a better look and understand more of their community as well to be a better person.
115. Our people of indigenous descent need to work together to build our communities. Currently I am living in Chicago and I am living on the South Side and working with like minded people and building community gardens to feed our people and remove food deserts.
116. As a urban campesino, I am committed to teaching the next generation to connect back to their ancestral roots through gardening. We used to be people connected to the food we eat, but through colonization, we lost that connection. As Urban campesinos, we want to heal our communities through holistic medicine and I hope to help change my community so that we may continue to thrive.
117. Teach dem kidz!
118. To reach out to young folks and take them and show, through my actions, that I care.
119. Benjamin…one of my most prolific colegas. He is the greatest inspiration to the young homeboys. Much love. Ana.
120. Practice and pass on conflict resolution skills to stop acting through retribution. For abolition.
121. Make art for love.
122. Empower the youth with knowledge not found in public schools for free and create a school for learning music from traditional to contemporary.
123. Help the youth come together.
124. Monitoring police violence and organizing families for resistance.
125. To get rid of hatred and become as one!!!
126. Being a positive role model no color lines peace on Earth.
127. Eyes and heart open and with that love and that pain grow together with a community to create and sustain a movement in my place. Plus loving of the children.
128. I promise to Listen to peoples stories- to understand how individuals and communities experience history. I want to preserve these histories and experiences for future generations.
129. I promise to spend money at the long time veteran neighborhood businesses in my community.

The corrupt spirit of the San Francisco Police Department has been smashed.

It was not the politicians who fired the chief. It was not the billionaires that helped the poor. It was not the new techie hipsters that led us with their innovation.

The people, the locos y locas, the roots fired the chief of police of the richest city on planet earth.

It was not the policies that reformed the police department; it was the movement on the streets.

It was not the goodness of their hearts that made them change their minds; it was the blood on the concrete.

RIP Jessica Williams. RIP Alex Nieto. RIP Mario Woods. RIP Amilcar Perez Lopez. RIP Luis Gongora. RIP O’Shaine Evans.

There are more, too many more names to grieve. And mourn we must. And continue we must. There is only one way—not forward, but upward. For all of us.

Some may ask what does the firing mean, and I will respond, as always: Spirit Matters Most.

Now that the chief of police has been disgraced, all the police officers have been humiliated and humbled, which is good for them. Let them know how we constantly feel walking down the block, sitting in the classroom, and trying to just live our lives. Now they will know they are not the gods they pretend to be. Now they know the power of the people.

A Black man has replaced ex-chief Suhr. Allow the racist police to swallow that symbol. After having been so blatant with their bigotry, they must now accept orders from a person of color, from the type of person who they constantly kill. Or they must quit. Or stay and be confused and angry and frustrated and doubtful and stressed. Their world has turned upside down. The old guard has fallen.

For us, we can believe. It is a hard thing to hold faith, to believe in the invisible, the spirit of humans in their finest form. Believe we can. For with nothing except our amor and action, we won the battle. With nothing but shouts on the streets, we beat the batons and guns. With the faith of locura, total illogic, we proved our genius over their books and intellectual or economic equations.

A special grito to Amor for Alex Nieto, The Frisco Five, The Mario Woods Coalition, and all those grunts who created and held the frontline.

Con Safos.

Benjamin Bac Sierra

We need writers. From one of my new book manuscripts tentatively titled either Bone Mountain or Renaissance Homeboy:

Nietzsche’s ideas of independence and will to power were also rewarding because they humbled me. He forced me to question my courage. Independence, he argued, was only for the few, and the way that you proved your independence is that you would stand alone—maligned, ridiculed, and confused—yet you, desiring individuality, continued with the struggle anyway. At the end, your reward for being so self-reliant is that you would have no one to understand you, no one to help you. Isolation would be your multi-colored medal of honor.

As for the will to power, you, living human being, desire more than safe survival. Anyone can endure this life, Nietzsche argues. You are supposed to explode your will to power, to prove to yourself that you live, even if the process of proving life is sheer stupidity, like fighting against two plus two, what you and the most flagrant idiot is supposed to testify is correct. The logic or folly of the will is beyond the logic of numbers: it is an innate, childish search for daring and very likely destruction!

These thoughts influenced my writing and life more than the MFA workshops. Reading was a meditation and measure of who I imagined myself to be. Electrified to share these ideas on the wild streets, I most of the time could only pitch the punch lines to homies.

“Nietzsche says it ain’t just about surviving, Bros,” I explained while chugging a beer.

“Yeah, but we got to survive,” Pedro responded.

“Surviving is something anyone can do and is expected to do. That ain’t nothing special. Nietzsche argues we’re supposed to overcome ourselves and even our own morality. Independence is harder and sicker than just surviving. We’re supposed to strive for more, even if it goes against survival—you know like how salmon swim upstream, mate, and then die.”

“That’s a fuckin trip, homes.” Pedro’s head flailed everywhere, as if he didn’t know whether he should nod or shake, agree or disagree.

Through my eager energy, I acted out Nietzsche and other authors’ philosophies, but I did not see others changing as I was changing because of text-based ideas. There simply is no substitute for the experience of reading a text. Therein lays the magic: the silent inner-communication of reading is the gift and price to pay.

Reading is a key to consciousness. When reading, you got to shut the fuck up and listen, and what do you listen to, who do you listen to? Not even you know. ‘Cause that voice that enters into your brain is not your voice. You make-believe a song of someone you have never met or probably ever even heard about, and you mimic an accent that slurs in your mind but that is silent in real life because in real life that author you are reading is dead or in Algeria or China, so you imagine something that cannot possibly be true inside of your mind, yet you listen, and to do that you must be disciplined, attentive, and creative. To practice the skill of reading you must be confident in your own nothingness. Ain’t no substitute for the action and inaction of reading text, and the denser the text, the more complicated and paradoxical the text, the more you must question yourself and your own consciousness and what you thought you knew and who you believe you are. It is a time of uncomfortable peace and safety that forces you to construct your reality based on someone else inside your mind. Will you be bullied? Will you submit? Will you find patience and humility to listen to someone else besides yourself? Are you exciting enough to entertain another brain inside of your brain? Reading is, perhaps, the most intimate communication you will ever share.

A demanding statement to proclaim: reading transforms a person’s life.

With all your love, share and share far and wide:

General Strike, San Francisco, Monday, May 9, 2016

We, the people, invite you to join us for an unprecedented historical moment: a general strike of San Francisco this Monday, May 9, 2016. In honor of the Frisco Five Hunger Strikers and against SFPD killings of our brothers, we urge you to strike from work and school and to boycott any corporate restaurant eating and purchasing.

The time is ripe, and your action is needed now. Because of the Mayor’s unwillingness to fire corrupt police chief Suhr, the Frisco Five have been forced to prolong their hunger strike and have now all been hospitalized. It is time for all of us to action with honor, courage, and sacrifice for those who no longer have a voice, like Alex Nieto, Amilcar Perez Lopez, Mario Woods, and Luis Gongora Pat, all unlawfully killed by SFPD.

Instead of going to work or school, join us to peacefully picket in front of San Francisco City Hall starting at 8:00 a.m. Striking for a righteous cause is nothing new. Gandhi led the Swadeshi movement for Indian self-sufficiency. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Rosa Parks helped lead the Montgomery Bus Boycott against segregation. For farmworkers’ rights, Cesar Chavez, Dolores Huerta, and the United Farm Workers held strikes against grapes and Safeway stores. Striking is a successful strategy that all of us can contribute to for the sake of justice.

Wear red and black in honor of our fallen brother Alex Nieto.

General Strike, San Francisco, Monday, May 9, 2016

With all your love, share and share far and wide.

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