The Piedmont Post November 14 cover story on campaign finances reported that my campaign “self-funded roughly $6,500.” That is incorrect and would be a surprise to my campaign’s fundraising volunteers and to the dozens of campaign donors. [MORE]
It seems ironic to base our Native American citizenship, the very identity of our people, on a policy of the colonizer that explicitly sought to wipe us off the face of the earth.
I was an interning Engineer on the Great Highway in San Francisco when I was eighteen years old. I had just completed my first year of Civil Engineering at U.C. Berkeley, and donning boots and a hard hat was a welcome change to my word processing job that required typing 80 words a minute.
We first moved to Piedmont nearly 12 years ago, just as the bubble was bursting, and trust me we were freaked out! Along with our beautiful, but somewhat neglected house, we acquired a scary-big mortgage and a sizable project. But this was our dream—to take this house and make it our own.
They are, sometimes, the three worst words in the English language to hear. From the pilot when you’re stuck on the tarmac. From a doctor looking at your test results. From the person you just proposed to.
The entry point into the criminal justice system--and all of its tragic consequences for people of color--is the police stop, the crucial moment when the government and the citizen engage.