Share What Ya Got – Resident Control of Cooperative Housing Through the Community Land Trust Model

The single-family house with the white picket fence was never part of my mythology. The American dream of owning a home was not only anathema to my anarchofeminist worldview, it was also completely out of reach financially. I was born and raised in New Jersey in a working-class Italian family, and owning a home was never an option.

When I turned 18 and moved to Berkeley, California in 1974, I moved into a communal house with other women, and lived communally for the next 15 years. During the 1980’s, I lived with a group of 5 close women friends, and we lived together through 4 rented houses. With each house the story was the same: after a couple of years, the owners sold the house to nice, white, middle-class nuclear families and evicted us. This repeated phenomenon was caused by two trends that were on a collision course: ridiculously inflated real estate prices and our penchant for enforcing Berkeley’s rent control law to fight off illegal rent increases. In each house, the property owners would first try to get away with illegal rent increases, and when we would take them to Berkeley’s Rent Stabilization Board and have these increases overturned, they would put the house on the market and sell it. Anyone could crunch the numbers and see that a property owner could make a lot more profit by selling the house to a yuppie hetero-normative family than by renting to queer anarcho-hippy activists who would enforce rent control and plant zucchini and pot in the front yard. After the fourth eviction in 1988, our group could not find another rental house we could afford.

That same year, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to move into a newly-forming Limited Equity Housing Co-op, the Ninth Street Co-op in what was then semi-industrial West Berkeley. This was a five-unit apartment complex of two duplexes and one stand-alone house, with a big yard. It had been built in the 1940’s and had a series of property owners who neglected the place and didn’t do much maintenance or repairs.

An LEHC is a collective form of ownership which allows each tenant to become a home-owner by buying a share in the property. Since our co-op has five units, each household owns one-fifth of the property, but the whole property is owned collectively as a non-profit. Each resident agrees to limit their equity, so the property will always be affordable, and no one can ever make a profit on it. An LEHC effectively removes housing from the speculative housing market and makes it permanently affordable to lower-income people.

This is how it works: when we bought our share, each household paid about $2500 as a “share value” or down payment, and each year our share value increases by 2 percent. At that time each household was paying around $350 a month to the co-op to cover our share of the mortgage, property taxes, insurance, repairs, etc. Now, nearly 25 years later, my share value is worth about $5000. If I move out, I sell my share of the property back to the Co-op, and they choose a new person or family to buy into the property by paying the $5000 down payment, and each household pays about $550 a month. Obviously, that is a very small down payment to buy a home in Berkeley, and an extremely low monthly cost for owning a home. Many people are paying more than that just to rent a room. In Berkeley you can spend half a million dollars on a small home, paying thousands of dollars a month on a mortgage, even with the real estate slump of the past few years. We know that if we had not bought the buildings and had remained tenants, our rents would now be at least $1500 a month. And if we had bought the units as condos, they would certainly cost at least $200,000 each. Because we were all low-income tenants who had never owned property and knew nothing about financing and managing property, we spent years learning everything the hard way. Assistance from other “co-op fanatics,” as we called ourselves, was essential in our success. We had to do 40 years of deferred maintenance such as putting on new roofs, new wiring in all units, earthquake safety retrofits, plumbing, and new heaters, and it was a challenge to learn how to budget for these major repairs and replacements.

It has been a strange experience to be a part of collective ownership of property. As a tenant activist for many years in the Berkeley Tenants Union, slogans such as “Property is Theft” were common and we considered the landlords an enemy of the working class. When Jeff Jordan was running for Berkeley’s elected Rent Board in the late 70’s, he suggested putting a guillotine on the roof of the BTU office to let landlords know how tenants felt about them.

I never imagined it would even be possible to own a home, as housing prices in Berkeley were inflated beyond anything remotely related to the actual value of the property. An LEHC is a way for poor and working-class people to take control of their housing, to own and manage their homes and keep the housing permanently affordable for future generations. I believe that LEHCs are part of the DIY anarchist ethic of people wresting control of their most basic needs away from the capitalist class.

There are 10 housing co-ops in Berkeley, with a total of about 250 units. They range in size from small co-ops with 5 to 10 units, to mid-sized co-ops with 20 to 30 units, and a few large co-ops with up to 60 units. Most were formed during the 70’s and 80’s, the most recent in 1995. Since then it has been increasingly difficult to develop co-ops, for a number of reasons. It is very difficult to persuade banks to give a mortgage to a co-op, as banks don’t understand the concepts of collective ownership, non-profit housing, and limited equity. They especially can’t imagine why owners would forfeit their God-given right to make a profit on their housing, and instead voluntarily limit their equity. Banks prefer to finance traditional home ownership, condos, or rental property. In addition, the high price of real estate in the Bay Area has made all affordable housing more expensive to develop, and without large government subsidies it is harder to build housing that is affordable to lower-income households. And most tenants do not have the expertise to own and self-manage property, so they usually need training and technical assistance to succeed in becoming a co-op.

Five years ago, I was involved in forming the Bay Area Community Land Trust (BACLT), to develop more housing co-ops, in order to provide affordable housing that is resident-owned and controlled. We chose to do this through a community land trust, which works like this: the land trust owns the land, and the residents own and control the buildings on the land. The land trust retains title to the land permanently, leasing it to the residents through a 99-year lease. The land trust has some minimal oversight to ensure two key goals: that the residents are managing the property well and that they are keeping the housing affordable to lower-income people.

When I first moved into the Ninth Street Co-op, I knew nothing about land trusts and did not see why a co-op would need a land trust. However, over the years I have seen many co-ops operate in isolation and run into problems. While our co-op has always kept our annual increase in equity at 2 percent per year, co-ops can legally raise their equity up to 10 percent per year. As a result, some co-ops have allowed equity increases that have escalated their share value (down payment) up to $20,000, making it way too high for low-income people to afford to buy into the co-op. Having a land trust would require that the equity increase be capped much lower to keep the housing affordable. Many other co-ops have been poorly managed because residents have not received training or have allowed a few people to have too much control. Some co-ops have run into financial problems because they have failed to budget for needed maintenance and repairs, or have failed to take action when a resident was involved in drug-dealing or other activities that mad
e residents feel unsafe. Having a community land trust as a cooperative partner in the property provides additional protection for the residents and more accountability to the community.

Bay Area Community Land Trust is currently working with several groups of tenants to assist them in buying their houses or apartment buildings and becoming a co-op. While there are numerous challenges for each project, we are optimistic that one or more projects will be completed in 2011. If your living group or building is interested in pursuing this strategy, contact BayAreaCLT.org or (510) 545-3258. BACLT also provides training for existing co-ops and living groups in facilitation, property self-management, budgets and co-op finances, and conflict resolution. We are also eager to have more activists involved in BACLT, and encourage people to get involved in this exciting project.

If you are outside the Bay Area and interested in the land trust model, contact the National Community Land Trust Network at www.cltnetwork.org to find a community land trust in your area. Their website has a terrific video called “Homes and Hands” which shows land trusts and co-ops all over the US.

Stop police killing in Oakland & Beyond

Police Targeting of People of Color in Oakland

When Oscar Grant III was murdered by BART transit police on January 1, 2009, Oakland residents and allies expressed their outrage with multiple demonstrations and riots. The community had had enough of police profiling, brutality, and murders of people of color.

But Oscar Grant was not the only one to die at the hands of the police, and it’s important that we demand justice for all the victims. In recent years the Bay Area has seen too much blood spilled. Here in Oakland some examples of people murdered by the police are Jody “Mack” Woodfox III (who was killed by police and unarmed), Andrew Moppin (who had a warrant for not paying BART fare and was unarmed), Anita Gay (who was drunk in her home and unarmed), Derrick Jones (who owned a barber shop and was unarmed), Kerry Baxter (who was beaten to death by the two cops who had been involved in his earlier wrongful prosecution in court), Obataiye Edwards (who was 19 years old), Fred Collins (who was shot by at least five cops), Parnell Smith (who supposedly fit the description of a rape suspect), just to name a few. Then there’s Jelvon Helton from San Francisco (who was shot while celebrating the Giants victory this year), Guy Jarreau Jr in Vallejo (who was doing security for a video shoot), and Leanord Bradley Jr. in Richmond (who was shot in the yard of a high school), to list a couple more in the surrounding Oakland area. And it’s not a specific Bay Area issue; it’s happening everywhere.

There is also now a new gang injunction in the North Oakland neighborhood. It’s designated to target 19 specific gang members in designated “safe zones” of the city, but the reality of the injunction is that it criminalizes everyday activities of anyone suspected of being a gang member, meaning black and Hispanic youths. There are gang injunctions in other places, like San Francisco and Los Angeles, which have proven to be unsuccessful and racist.

Despite the blatant racist and brutal actions of the Oakland Police, people are taking matters into their own hands to protect their communities. People in the Fruitvale neighborhood of Oakland have created a People Patrol, a group of sober, unarmed people who patrol neighborhoods for police stops and monitor them to make sure the cops do nothing illegal. There are also Copwatch groups in Oakland and Berkeley which monitor police activity and educate people about their rights. Protests are frequently happening against the gang injunctions, the murder of Oscar Grant, and the murder of Derrick Jones. Local unions are organizing as well as supporting a lot of these actions. Street art is abundant and beautiful, addressing and educating viewers on the issues at hand. Papers like the San Francisco Bayview do continuous research to keep people up to date and offer a refreshing alternative to the other local news sources. This cruel racism and abuse by the police has got to stop, and it will take support and action from all of us to accomplish that.

Zine Reviews – or: chaotic, messy, brilliant dancing is infinitely better than not dancing at all.

Here is a brief review of some new media that came through the doors of Long Haul. Casual yet positive changes have occurred in the space over the years, including the transformation of one of the lofts into a zine making space. By making some simple yet useful tools available, people have slowly discovered them and set to work projecting their dreams and ideas. The output has been promising — people we don’t know come in and make things we never imagine seeing. The Long Haul has a cache of practical tools; typewriters and pens, dictionaries and rulers, staplers and glue, rub on lettering and border tape, light table, computer and fat boxes of clip art. We invite people to replenish the space with your zine or flier, bring us some unused graphics, leave a copy of what you make for our library or some to sell at the info shop. Slingshot has also set up a fund to loan people money to get their zine out there (and to not knock out Lily, our copy machine). So the next time the media cycle starts up with its “Death of Print” story we will be able to turn to a rich and ample underground press.

A Time to Die

dompro71@yahoo.com

A Time to Die is the title of a series of four zines that can be read sequentially or piecemeal. As a teenager, foreign and art films lulled me to sleep and likewise with my first reading of these zines I could vaguely see a drama with characters being played out, but my thinking was too dull to catch their meaning. My second reading was still dream inducing, but I could at least catch and appreciate what the editor was doing. The writings switch from narrative to impressionistic observations, from manifesto to invocations as rich visuals of cutouts tell another story next to the words. In some ways I find the writing similar to Ginsberg’s Howl. The writer of these zines (and other anomalies) goes by the name Comatulid. It’s all done off the cuff with little attention placed in refinement. Spelling errors are ample, and the layout seems rushed. But what you get with it is raw emotion. The whole thing opens and often returns to the death of the writer’s mother. You also get ample insights on the value of casting off an oppressive reality and stepping into an imaginary possibility. I used to be abusive to Comatulid thinking that this self-absorbed music snob was only good at getting in the way — little did I reckon with the revolutionary potential of hallucinations. (eggplant)

As We Get Older and Stop Making Sense #1

3115 Filbert St. Oakland, CA 94608 piano.wires@gmail.com

I was handed this comic zine while sitting on the curb in front of the Caffe Med on Telegraph. Moments later, while still giggling and turning through the 34 page, neon magenta-covered quarter-page zine, a hooded stranger handed me another publication — a Tele Times, B.N. Duncan’s mag, from 1981. Overwhelmed by whirring words and pages but still trying to soak in the art from both stacks of folded paper, I was elated — not only with the timely consequence of being in the right place at the right time but that these two publications fit perfectly together in a seamlessly suited spasm of then and now! Pretty auspicious, considering most people think Telegraph’s a useless shithole. With that said, editor Joey’s As We Get Older and Stop Making Sense brings up some old school Bay Area issues with a new skillfully abstract mind and clever pen work — despondency regarding cops, loneliness and bad vibes, punks wanting to go to the same old shows, shows, shows, “That’s all you ever want to do!”, some ardently Out-There floating thoughts about thoughts, Chicken Boy from Bay to Breakers, a serious statement about Dolores Park, death, misplaced body parts, and a tiny hand poking at our silent yet uneasy stomachs to remind us that our country is at war. (Bird)

Later Daze

1608 Prince St Berkeley CA 94703

Keith’s long awaited sixth issue is still scruffy, laidback and punk — all the elements worthy of curling up with. The grotesque line drawings on the margins of the text hint at the great things that are made by hand. The writing in this issue takes us away from the Bay Area to a summer job among scary rednecks in Wyoming, then takes us back home so we can sample burritos in the ghetto. There is a report from the front lines — street fighting, protesting Oakland’s Cops and also a reprint from an article from Slingshot #104, but he at least shrinks the words in case we were having an easy time reading. This zine has a lot of promise–this may not be the best issue to convince you but what else are you gonna do–make a zine? (eggplant)

Machines vs. the Sun – Issue 2

geodonuts@gmail.com

You have here stories of travel with a lot of subtle observation and sly humor. The generic review would leave it there, but what is at play is that this is coming from someone who has a thought-out ethos for dropping out. In the middle of the zine he relates his readings of T.A.Z. (Temporary Autonomous Zone) and how his and many other’s wanderings from subculture meccas are but a vain search for “No Place.” Yeah, I get the feeling we are just buying time until the big change falls from the sky. This zine opens with emails and vignettes taking us to shakedowns from border guards in Cuba, hitchhiking in Eastern Europe, drinking in Mexico City and getting bummed out at a Gilman reunion show. The writer seems most at home with a bike and cart the way most people are with having a door and walls. He gives us a How to Make a Bike Cart page in case we want to join him. As with all travel logs you and the writer are put in the company of strangers and strangeness, with the heightened sense of detail that accompanies one living in motion. (eggplant)

Maximum Rock n’ Roll-Comics issue

PO Box 460760 San Francisco CA 94146

What a great idea. What a cheap yet valuable ploy for attention. Think about it (or don’t), punks in some ways represent the mutation of culture, and likewise comics helped to usher in mass communication. The mutation of intelligence can be traced to many sources. Just read the book The 10 Cent Menace and you will see the thread of how comics preceded television to make it so people read pictures over words. So any punk publication has to contend with trying to convey ideas with images. Maximum being of some note since they have accomplished the great task of being a legitimate publication on the shelf and printed monthly now since 1981. This is impressive because it originates as a piss ass zine sold at punk shows by the dedicated few who made it. Over time it’s done a lot to inject discussion and an intelligent response to events. Just as impressive is how once the dedicated few have moved on and died, there have been others who carried on, often baring the same mistakes of the past. The mistake of this issue is the continuation of focusing on older accomplished artists (and with some art dating back 8 years), while raw fresh talent grows up underneath them unappreciated here in the Bay. Also, they print 20 pages of columns for people whose opinions would be better placed on a blog and not for a publication that is struggling to find a paying audience. For a scene that excels in incisive art, this comics issue is a good start to reconnect to the people and their base way of thinking. (eggplant)

No Gods No Mattress-Deadline Issue 3088 King St. Berkeley CA 94703

A lot of this issue is a result of a self-imposed deadline the editor Enola gave herself so that she could have a send off party. She took this issue on tour but kept it hidden from her route of shops and fans who would normally get a copy but missed her speaking dates. I guess that makes it a “Rare” issue — if you don’t consider every issue somewhat rare. In this one she admits to the urge to stop making zines, which is quite significant considering how much she has thrown herself into making zines these last 2 years. But then the rest of the issue is pretty
good with the usual wearing her heart on her sleeve, reporting on the scene and ordaining it with crude but cute drawings. This issue’s big journalistic boo boo was in naming a new house before they really decided on it. This reveals the power of the press and its abilities to shape opinion. I am ultra aware with this in regards to this zine since Enola once printed a letter critical of the Long Haul that was misinformed — and it was not challenged. But I guess it’s pretty hard to learn how to dance without stepping on toes. (eggplant)

P/P/J/Psionic Plastic Joy – Issue 16 Fall 2010

PO Box 8512 Albany, NY 12208

This was really exciting to get but it was a little hard sitting down to read it. I kinda gotta wonder what the uniformed reader will get from picking up something like this paper. It’s far away from your average conservative town paper — even different from your generic lefty paper. The primary drive seems to be art, but their surrealistic approach to it just may throw people into a figure “ATE”– even if the reader is well versed in politics and fringe thinking. But if you’re patient you will find gems. Early on the editor rants against the internet with such brilliance as “E-mail is false telepathy.” No qualms here. But much of the writing is made about a font size too small, making it necessary to squint your whole time reading. And likewise all the excellent art peppered throughout the pages is only given a quarter of the space needed to really be appreciated. Given that this publication has made the great leap from photocopy to newsprint (Like Slingshot!) it promises that a compelling issue is down the road. Maybe by then they will also get their printer to not make the resolution so fuzzy with the fields of solid black come out like fog. I also recommend they work with less material next time so that the shit they do present is solid. (eggplant)

ROT #1

avocado@riseup.net

“We’re all tiny and stupid, and we’re all secretly monumental and brilliant. 12 years ago I was getting criticized for holding my pencil wrong, now I draw comix and never have to go to school again!”

Here begins the first issue of Rot, a vibrant comic zine unearthed and cooked up like a timeless, crunchy bleeding beet by Katrina, who presently resides in a circus bus in Oakland, CA. Inside these pages you’ll be acquainted with some tough and pissed off ladies, heaviness, death, rape, epidemics, social issues. Also witchy trannies, oppressed armies, and all kinds of “inconvenient weirdos” that Katrina encourages to stand up and continue taking up space, ’cause “your existence is more appreciated and important than you know”. Among these ornate and raw comic marvels is “Tough-But-Sensitive Herbalist Bat Girl”, moonlit community garden animal jams, a numinous coffee cup reading and some simple but seriously needed commentary on comix, male gaze and women cartoonists. This zine plays like a good mixtape — noisy, varied, warm… and could’ve been dug out of an archive from a completely different time and place. (Bird)

“Shiny Things on the Ground”

PO Box 401 Berkeley CA 94701

Last time this zine was called Warm Socks yet this follows the thread that editor Brandt started. This issue he takes us to India, Greece and the streets and nooks of San Francisco. The writing has exuberant observations seeping with insights that just may be one-part caffeine, one-part Beat novel — mixed with a big dose of resistance. He seems aware of the dulling effects of keeping your head above water in the deluge of capitalism, and wishes to pass us a fresh breath. There are also brief shots of art — some of them messy comics, and some tasteful impressionistic collage. (eggplant)

SURREAL REALITIES ISSUE #0

Ona Tzar 1608 Prince St. Berkeley, CA 94703 or femmeluna@yahoo.com

All the good copy machines were occupied at Copyworld in Berkeley, but even more disorienting were the mysteriously familiar images of zine originals and copies littering every surface. “Is this my zine?” I thought, seeing an exceptional similarity to my art, and began scanning the room, half-expecting to see myself. Instead my eyes were calmed by Ona’s elegant figure, which was busily feeding the machines her embellished pages.

Oftentimes life experiences and connections with strangers are bestowed in ways more akin to literature than to reality, and I was struck by this while reading in Book Zoo. In Sartre’s Nausea, he carries the reader out of the rain and into a mostly empty restaurant. Other than himself, the only characters resting with him are the waitress and another man, who he quickly identifies as a parallel person, a colleague of the weird and lonely sort, “‘one of us'”. He’s annoyed when the man looks in his direction wishing to catch his attention, and he thinks, “What does he want? He must know we can do nothing for one another”, and later, “We are alike, that’s all. He is alone, as I am, but more sunken into solitude than I”. Similarly, when I found that Ona and I shared such a strong common ground in interests and aesthetics, I admit that I felt slightly detached, not attracted by her new zine. If we are so similar, do we have anything to teach each other?

All hesitations were lifted once I started reading, her lips seemingly whispering the words from the page. Written gracefully and with distinct determination and skill, Ona allows us to float along as she relives some rare blossoms of mosaic memories, morbid collages and intricate corners of an underground video store, an artist house, an orgy in the streets of New York. We’re introduced to characters straight out of a Gogol novel, as well as a “Russian, punk version of Pippi Longstocking”, sex addict housemates, couples obsessed with pain and manipulation, strippers and handcuffed street performers dressed in makeshift burkas. I am especially entranced by her words concerning delving and deviating from obsessions with the dark, morbid, and Gothic, as well as making a habit of finding and bending boundaries in order to destroy the banalities in life.

Although in some of the stories she was so shy that “alcohol [didn’t even] work”, Ona consciously lifts herself from the hidden and keeping with the dreamy rhythm of the rest of the zine writes, “Sorry, I am not as mysterious as you apprehended, hoped for, desired. I am raw, I am human, prostrate before you”. I’m thankful for her vulnerability and her talent in writing such intoxicatingly potent prose… and I still think she’s mysterious. Like in any relationship, reciprocation is key, and these writings deserve a ferocious serenade. (Bird)

As you can see our materials are somewhat limited to what is circulating around town. Send us your zine for review! If we like it we may ask you to send some to sell at the Long Haul and at other awesome zine friendly stores in the Bay Area.

Book Review: Love in Abundance: A counselor's Advice on Open Relationships

Book by: Kathy Labiola

Greenery Press (2010) $15.95

While a number of good books about polyamory — having sexual / emotional relationships with more than one person at a time — have come out over the last dozen years, those curious about the subject will want to check out Kathy Labiola’s new book because of her unique perspective and focus. Labiola is a practicing relationship counselor and draws upon her work with many poly clients to address practical issues (jealousy, disclosure, honest communication, etc.) that come up for people trying to carry on open relationships.

Labiola has also been poly herself for almost 40 years, so she can also draw on her personal experiences with the subject. I found her writing funny, daringly honest and easy to get through. She writes from an explicitly activist and feminist perspective — it is nice to read about someone wanting only secondary relationships because they’re busy with a lot of activist meetings!

Rather than mostly containing an argument for the viability or “ethical” quality of a poly lifestyle, Love in Abundance is directed towards people who are already convinced that open relationships make sense to them, but who may need help actually making them work in practice.

The book is full of check-lists and specific tips. My favorite sections were on communication skills, which I think could be helpful for monogamous as well as poly people. She has a great section on metacommunication — communicating about communication itself. Labiola breaks down communication into a few basic purposes: to make connection, to solve a problem, to ask for support, etc. Person A may be communicating to ask for support, and if person B understands it as an attempt at problem solving, they may fail to connect. If person B first takes time to understand the purpose of the communication, they can react more appropriately and avoid friction.

Another insightful section is on disclosure. Labiola has observed that most people fall into one of two camps: either you want as much information as possible to feel empowered by knowing all the details, or alternatively knowing details causes you to fixate and feel overwhelmed, and it is actually better to know less. Knowing which camp you and your partner are in and figuring out what facts you need to know to feel safe can make life a lot easier. One of my favorite parts of the book is where Labiola publishes her three page long list of precisely what she wants to know from her partners about their involvement with a third person. Getting to the point where you know what you need to know — and communicating it with your partners — is an advanced state of honesty and self-knowledge.

I recommend Labiola’s book even while I feel very far from being comfortable with either the poly vision it presents, or monogamy. Becoming sexually involved with another person — which at the time usually feels like the expression of a special closeness with that person — very often eventually destroys all connection with that person when the relationship breaks up. While ex-lovers often never want to see each other again, friends rarely break-up. Sometimes you may drift away from a friend over time, but that doesn’t require you to fight, cling to past ways of relating that may change, or declare a formal end to the relationship. Friends can be more accepting and free about each other — less rigid and bound by abstract rules of how the friendship is supposed to be. I’m still close with many “platonic” friends I made 30 years ago and I often feel a greater degree of emotional intimacy with them than I do with people I’m dating.

If sex so often separates us, rather than unites us, with people we love, maybe it makes more sense to concentrate on non-sexual love and intimacy with other people, which you can have with a number of people simultaneously under either poly or monogamous rules. Domestically, the monogamous ideal is living with one other person and perhaps any children from the relationship. The poly domestic arrangement described by Labiola would be living with a number of lovers, or perhaps living part time with one lover, and part time with another. A third option — sort of neo-poly because it is non-sexual and yet involves more than one person — is communal living in which one lives with and is emotionally close with a number of housemates who are not sexual partners. This maximizes intimacy and options for community but downplays issues of jealousy, possessiveness, competition, and the risk that relationships will be destroyed in the heat of a sexual breakup.

Labiola’s book is about how to have practical poly relationships — figuring out rules based on everyone’s consent and open communication. Building relationships with rules and expectations means you’ll still face breakups and lots of opportunities for people to hurt each other. I appreciate the poly scene because it seeks to question and change some of the most oppressive rules of monogamy, but it is up against very deep sexual repression and patriarchal socialization that most of us hold deep within us.

From a certain point of view, Labiola’s description of the very real limits of polyamory is depressing. We want love in abundance, but we’re merely imperfect humans doing the best we can, and real abundance may be beyond our capacity at this moment in history. Having more love than permitted under tradition rules — either through polyamory or trying to expand the emotional content of all types of relationships — is a good direction to move.

[Full disclosure: Labiola has helped Slingshot collective by typing prisoner addresses into our mailing list.]

A note from Slingshot

Thanks to folks who bought a 2011 Slingshot organizer. We still have copies available if you want to buy one or make a wholesale order. If you have ideas of ways to give free surplus copies to low-income teens or other folks who are unable to afford one, let us know. Email slingshot@tao.ca.

We’ll be making the 2012 organizer this summer — it will be available October 1. Let us know if you want to help us make the 2012 organizer. Here is a timeline for the work:

• In May and June, we’ll edit, correct and improve the list of historical dates. Deadline for finishing: June 24.

• If you want to design a section of the calendar, let us know or send us random art by June 24. Deadline to finish calendar pages or give us suggestions for 2011 is July 29.

• We need all new radical contact listings and cover art submissions by July 29.

• If you have ideas for the short features we publish in the back, let us know by July 29. We try to print different features every year.

• If you’re in the Bay Area July 30/31 or August 6/7, we loving having help with the final organizer design — all done by hand, which is extra fun. Contact us. We especially need to find some really careful proofreaders those weekends.

Finally, let us know if you want to throw us a party to celebrate taking it to the printer, or have a publication release party.

Outcast calendar

Outcast calendar

February 19 – 20 • 9-5 pm

Teach in on racism & police violence 1023 MacArthur Blvd. Oakland, CA -oaklandtribunal@gmail.com

March 2

Day of action for public education – mobilizeberkeley.com

March 8 • 3 pm

Mardi Gras and International Women’s Day – Berkeley parade at People’s Park

March 15 – 18

Protest University of California Regents meeting – San Francisco

March 19 • Noon

Protest the 8th anniversary of the invasion of Iraq – rally and march – 7th & Market, SF

March 27 • 4 pm

Slingshot new volunteer meeting – 3124 Shattuck Avenue, Berkeley

April 1 – 4

Power Shift youth environmental / social justice convergence – RFK Stadium, Washington, DC energyactioncoalition.org

April 1 – 3

All power to the Imagination conference – New College, Sarasota, FL, allpowertotheimagination.com

April 9 – 10 • 10-6 pm

Bay Area Anarchist Book Fair – San Francisco County Fair Building, 9th & Lincoln

April 9

New York City Anarchist book fair – Judson Memorial Church – anarchistbookfair.net

April 10

Berkeley Anarchist Students of Theory and Research & Development (BASTARD) conference – UC Berkeley campus sfbay-anarchists.org

April 15

Steal Something from Work Day

April 16 • 3 pm

Article deadline for Slingshot issue #106

April 16 – 17 • 10 – 6 pm

Boston Skillshare – Simmons College – bostonskillshare.org

April 22 – 24

Houston Anarchist Book Fair & Film Festival – houstonanarchistbookfair@gmail.com

May 21 – 22 • 10 – 5 pm

Montreal Anarchist Book Fair – CEDA, 2515 rue Delisle – anarchistbookfair.ca

May 17 – 18

Montreal 6th annual International Anarchist Theatre Festival – anarchistetheatrefestival.com

May 27 – 6 pm

SF Critical Mass bike ride Justin Herman Plaza – always the last Friday

June 25 – 26 • 12 – 10 pm

San Francisco Free Folk Festival – Presidio Middle School – sffolkfest.org

Stopping traffic in Sacramento-disability rihgts activists fight to remain independent!

The Terminator was not home to see the women in wheelchairs and hospital beds hauled away by Sacramento police. Over 20 people blockaded the street outside California’s state Capitol with tents and wheelchairs. A military man in a Hummer revved his engine as he yelled, “Why do they gotta be out here in the streets like this?!” With passion, a woman replied: “Because I’d rather get arrested in the streets than die in a nursing home!” The cops were their own comic relief, slicing our larger-than-life Schwarzenegger effigy with knives, shoving it over in a dramatic enactment evocative of Saddam’s statue being toppled during the fall of Baghdad. All in a day’s work, they dragged the gruesome, axe-wielding puppet into custody.

California’s budget deficit has led politicians to cut essential social services yet again, pushing those teetering at the margins of society into grave uncertainty. The latest round of cuts affect the potential independence of 470,000 elderly and disabled Californians who depend on the landmark In-Home Supportive Services (IHSS) to accomplish daily tasks of eating, bathing, cleaning, and going to the bathroom. The program was once a shining example of the transformative power of assisted living in keeping folks out of nursing homes and other live-in medical facilities. Should the cuts go through, more than 308,000 elderly and disabled Californians could lose their health care workers and be sent to nursing homes or county hospitals. Activists in the disabled community contend that this forced institutionalization is illegal under the Americans with Disabilities Act.

In June, a coalition of disabled and their allies began a month-long camp-out on a median strip outside a Berkeley supermarket to protest Sacramento’s proposed reductions to health care services. They called it Arnieville, a modern-day version of the Hoovervilles that cropped up across the country during the Great Depression. For 30 days, they camped outside, screened films, held workshops on disabled culture, and spoke with passersby about the difficulties the Berkeley disabled community faces. The intent of the encampment was to focus the frustration and anger felt by many into actions that would empower people to change the course of their destiny. “Most people you see on the streets are either disabled or foster care kids. The government is failing its end of the social contract, to be a safety net for those with no support network,” according to Mandy DeMuff.

Forced institutionalization violates peoples’ basic right to live in community, and it does not save money in the long run. A study by Connecticut College Professor Candace Howes shows that California could save nearly $300 million per year if, instead of eliminating the IHSS program, it transitioned one-third of its nursing facility residents back into the community. Housing one person in a nursing home can be as much as 5 times costlier than paying the wages of a health care worker to provide services in the home.

“The politicians don’t realize that one day every single one of us will be disabled,” community organizer Sheela Gunn told me. “They have no idea that half the people in this country live one paycheck away from homelessness.”

Sheela is one of thousands who depend on social security to supplement income lost due to disability. They pay for rent, food, and medical care on a shoestring budget. But the balancing act of social security is a double-edged sword — the government’s guidelines for those living below the poverty line make it impossible for an SSI recipient to save money, keeping them perpetually on the brink of disaster. Even basic purchases like a new wheelchair or respirator must be routed through advocates and friends to avoid having their bank accounts seized. The penalty for savings means recipients must spend their meager earnings month to month, making it nearly impossible for those without a support network to rise above their situation.

Disability and houseless rights advocate Dan McMullan talks about the need for popular uprisings throughout California to confront the symptoms of poverty in afflicted communities. “The Arnieville encampment broke through the myth that people are disabled and poor because they’re bad or unwilling to pick themselves up by their bootstraps. This story of the American Dream is what the rich tell us every day so they can continue wiping their asses with $100 bills.” He suggests that decentralized actions throughout the state have the power to apply grassroots pressure to turn the tide against cuts to disabled services

The harsh prospect of being forced out of their home into an institution is causing some to make grim preparations. I spoke with a woman in a wheelchair who matter-of-factly described her decision to undergo surgical sterilization. Her reasoning was, when she lost her health worker and moved to a medical institutiion, she would not become pregnant if sexually assaulted by an aide at the nursing home. This woman’s story is a grim reminder that the cold statistics of Sacramento’s balance sheets have real human consequences.

The adversity faced by many in the disabled community creates a pluck and determination that is greatly inspiring. Their grace and humor displayed by those in terrifying circumstances remind us to confront these grave times with a light heart and share our experience compassionately, even with those who may not have the ability to listen. They show us the richness of experience those with little material resources can share, and point out the spiritual bankruptcy of wealthy politicians who amass their riches at the expense of others.

Overcoming war think

After nine years, it feels like the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq may drag on forever. Obama’s announcements of a gradual drawdown and pullout are at odds with the 50,000 military “advisors” in Iraq and the seemingly-thriving armed resistance to occupation in Afghanistan. We’ve been living with war for so long that we’ve become numb and apparently unable to resist. Anti-war protests are either tiny or don’t happen at all. War now seems normal and even invisible to many people. But these wars are not inevitable nor are they permanent — we can still rise up and stop them.

A key lesson of these wars is that power has its limits. The US military — the most powerful, modern, well-funded fighting force in history with all its drones and computers and disciplined hierarchy — can’t really win these wars against a handful of ragtag, do-it-yourself, guerilla fighters. Understanding that power is limited is crucial to our resistance to these wars as well as our struggle against corporate domination of our lives and industrial destruction of the earth.

There is always the option to resist. The people who win aren’t the ones who are “realistic” and who look at long odds and conclude, “oh, it isn’t worth even trying.” Every resistance movement is going to feel lost and hopeless sometimes — its participants too weak and isolated and the opposition too strong. The key is having the courage to continue anyway. How can we take this lesson from these wars and apply it to stopping them?

Living in a permanent and pervasive war culture is deeply corrosive on a social and psychological level to everyone in the US and around the world. The war culture empowers greedy and selfish elements of society who dominate others with fear, concentrate power based on violence, and seek to crush local control in favor or massive corporate, military and political hierarchies. Right-leaning military contractors and their politician counterparts are the biggest winners of these wars.

Living with only minimal popular resistance to these wars over these last nine years, has put radicals on the defensive in struggles across the board, even those that are seemingly unrelated to the war. War-think has fed an atmosphere of fear, strengthening hierarchical solutions and weakening community self-determination and cooperation. It is perhaps no accident that the most vigorous “movement” in the US today is the Tea Party, whose approach is based almost entirely on fear of the “other” being channeled into a blinding rage. This constant sense of being “against” without any positive vision for a better world is a symptom of a war-based outlook with its cycles of destruction and scorched earth. Building a new, better society requires vision, sharing and creativity — never easy but even more difficult to nurture as the war drags on.

On a human level, the wars are grinding up thousands of people in Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan, while concentrating suffering in economically-struggling communities within the US that provide the bulk of troops through an informal poverty draft. There’s never enough money for workers or poor people during the current recession, yet there is always plenty to spend on war.

War culture can become a self-perpetuating psychological/political cycle in which popular movements to stop the war seem weak, frivolous and ineffective and those waging the war appear to be all-powerful, “serious, realistic” men and therefore unquestionable. The justification for the war no longer matters — the priority becomes winning so the people sacrificed so far will not have died in vain.

When the US invaded Iraq, millions of people colorfully and lovingly went into the streets to protest. Governments and the media bent over backwards to ignore the resistance or trivialize us as naive, and this strategy took its toll on our morale. The leaders had learned the lessons of Vietnam well — but they were the wrong lessons. After Vietnam, military and political leaders claimed they would never fight another unwinnable, ill-defined, colonial, foreign war. But what they really understood was that to fight, they had to keep control over the home front.

There is no easy strategy to stop the war or liberate ourselves from the industrial machine that is killing the earth, but it is clear that whatever we’re collectively trying isn’t working the way it is supposed, to, and we have to take some chances and try some new strategies. The way the war has become a background track to our lives is related in some subtle but real way to the sense of meaningless, resignation, and social isolation that so many people feel. It is tied in some complex way to growing corporate power and our inability to reach a social consensus on the phasing out of fossil fuels.

A bold, broad resistance would address all of it at once, painting a positive vision for the future based on values of cooperation, love, and community — an awe for the time in which we live and the earth we live on. Our goal must be to change the dialogue and transcend simplistic and limiting terms of debate that pre-determine the outcomes in line with what is “acceptable” for our rulers. We refuse to pick between paper and plastic, the Taliban or the US Army, free markets or a dehumanizing welfare bureaucracy. The error is deeper than picking the wrong options — the error is thinking that there are only two options.

We need to reject simplistic thinking and morality — good or evil — and humbly embrace the complexity of human individuals and social projects. Simplistic thinking is like mental junk food: empty calories. People are yearning for honest new types of discourse that treat them as intelligent, capable individuals who can actively participate in community to reach common goals. The current moment is full of dangers and disappointments, but also opportunities because the rulers are not all-powerful, they have no clothes, and people won’t be satisfied being ruled through fear forever.

Who's running the Show? New collective seeks to amplify the voice of the dispossessed

The meeting had gone through the standard operating procedure–that is, it started late with only a couple hardcore attendants, it mushroomed in size and had to move just as the other meeting in the back room commenced. The other meeting–Berkeley Liberation Radio–became loud with maniacal laughter as the Bay Area Booking Collective upstairs struggled to write guidelines for shows. One show collective person added to the expanding list, ” ….a show space alcohol free, or a space where getting drunk is not the emphasis…” This was said just two and half minutes before the crusty old pirate radio people below lit up their weed, no shit. I waited till the butt end of the meeting to initiate my interview–an hour after an exciting show had started down the street, so my time with them was brief.

I asked, “Why combine your energies and your collective resources for something that is just about expression–for entertainment–when there are so many other hard life necessities not taken care of?” There was the obligatory silence of contemplation then I got my answer: “It’s about creating community–a safe space.”

A look at the demographics of the group was very, very Bay Area: it was multi-ethnic, all ladies & gender-variant folk, and discernibly under 30 years of age. This is the America that is denied stage time, and these people are beyond complaining about getting equal time but are determined to create it.

The Bay Area has a well-known history of movements creating art and culture outside the industry–be it from LA, NY, or Europe. It doesn’t mean that it’s easy to create, showcase your work, and gather with like-minded people. The truth is that it takes a lot of mental energy to establish a space and draw a crowd.

The Bay Area Booking Collective formed in January of 2010 and has had regular meetings in both Berkeley and San Francisco twice a month. Ties are being made to the outlands–places like San Jose–so that they can fully represent the “Bay Area” in their name. This writer first got wind of the project in a one-off-zine that had a print run of less than a hundred–but it is small steps like these that allow for new groups to gain ground. While holding meetings, the collective members have also been hard at work setting up shows, accommodating touring bands, and practicing and playing shows in their own bands.

When reading the group’s mission statement, it is clear that the collective comes from a place where people live within the reverberation of oppression. The collective seems ultra-aware of the need to not amplify the alienation of show participants, the venue’s staff, or its neighbors. The basis for them to support a show can be found in their mission statement. They seek to:

-Book events that merge different music genres, skills, resources, art, creative expression, and communities.

-Book events that are Trans-Bay.

-Book affordable events. No one turned away for lack of funds.

-Create a positive atmosphere where peoples’ physical access and well-being are considered and respected.

-Build a community that is accountable to one another, the neighborhoods we live in and have events in, and anybody the events effect.

-Create an environment that inspires relationships that are meaningful, enriching, positive, and supportive.

In some ways their task at hand is easier than the past. For one, having a rock n’ roll good time is now more commonplace. The old people of today can appreciate (or ignore) the booty shaking, the modest volume, and the unclassically trained performers. Also, the Bay Area lived under what once was referred to as the “Hippie Mafia” till the peak of the Baby Boomers in the early 1990’s. Mostly this referred to Bill Graham, a figure lionized by historians, but hated by the people trying to book their band at his gulags or argue with his thug security guards. They would have loved to feed him to the lions. Bill helped to make an industry of grassroots music that is still in operation but now there is no illusion that his legacy is attached to the counter culture.

Thankfully the days of the Hippie Mafia are gone. One of the groups who directly challenged the monopoly of Big Bill was Maximum Rock n’ Roll, who helped to open a club in radical Berkeley using a criteria of eradicating racist, sexist, homophobic, and violent behavior on the stage and off. The Gilman Street Project has itself been greatly lionized for these and other reasons. Sadly, counter-revolutionary times have turned the space into the “Alternative Music Foundation,” a showcase for hetero-normative, violence-saturated white boy bands. What was “for the punks, by the punks” is now just a shadow of the Bill Graham venues, motivated at the bottom line by making money rather than making revolutionaries. A lot of the people in the Bay Area Booking Collective grew up going to Gilman, but have been largely alienated from its resources and forced to make their own version of a radical night out.

The booking collective is trapped in the old song and dance of wanting but being unable to open their own club. They, as well as many before them, have been trying to open an all-ages music space in San Francisco, but with no result. The war on youth has never ended, neither here nor in other big cities like New York or Seattle. But it’s not like this problem will go away–or the need for all-ages shows and spaces that people can truly call their own. The libratory nature of rock n’ roll, punk, and most of the creative arts is that they are as accessible to ordinary people as they are to the stars or the abnormally privileged.

I asked if they plan to make their events tie in to what goes on in the outside world. The news the day of the collective meeting was of another oil rig explosion in the Gulf of Mexico, of “peace” talks between Israel and Palestine, of the sit/lie ban in SF. Could the collective’s events respond to issues like these, both far and near? They told me they have info tables with pamphlets and zines at shows. They strive to have speakers and workshops along with the standard bands and DJs. This indicates that they are setting up a pattern to address the outside world. This doesn’t seem to be that far from the tradition of political entertainment in the Bay Area–events like the punk show counter-protest outside the Democratic National Convention, or the time MDC (Millions of Damned Christians) played to the Pope’s passing motorcade. The point is to set up a space where we as artists are not just responding to events, but creating them–and tipping the balance into a visionary new world.

The steps to making a new world are often tiny at first, but consistent meetings and shows go a long way towards creating spaces infused with radical politics–even if only for a few hours at a time. Punks often sound like a skipping CD, beeping about how they hate going to meetings, but gathering twice a month, as the BABC does, actually helps to make the wheel of revolution move. They meet the first Thursday of the month at the Long Haul in Berkeley (3124 Shattuck), and the third Sunday of he month at Modern Times Bookstore in SF (888 Valencia). Of course one can also find them by logging onto their internet site, or you can call the Bay Area hotline 510-BAD-SMUT, which lists events that they and others create. Or better yet, start your own group to fit the local needs where you live, and reach out to form alliances with BABC or the other groups presented in this rag.

Issue #104 introduction

Slingshot is an independent radical newspaper published in Berkeley since 1988.

Publishing each issue of Slingshot is like putting a note in a bottle and throwing it into the ocean — hoping that someone will find it and that it will brighten their day. If not, we enjoy the act of hurling the bottle anyway. It keeps us in good practice, just in case.

The shore we stand on is called the counter-culture or the radical community or the anarchist ghetto. The note in the bottle is the story of our lives and our struggles — what we’ve learned so far and what we still hope to know. It can be a complex, confusing, rambling note — perhaps written in a language the reader will need to get translated. As we throw this bottle, we have the strong sense that our lives are meaningful and worth sharing, though they may be marginalized and far off the beaten track. In our darker moods, we feel like we’re wasting our time chasing hopeless causes. There’s no TV reality show or video game based on our odd, funky lives. Gardens, long meetings, and crowded communal kitchens are not the most marketable stuff — though that may be the point behind the whole patchwork of do-it-yourself alternatives to the corporate machine that is killing the earth.

The process of editing and selecting articles for the paper is complicated. This issue we spent half of a five-hour meeting discussing just two articles because there were good reasons both for printing them and for deciding not to. We aspire to have real communication as part of our decision making process – that includes moments of friction, delirium, and hysterical laughter. While working as a collective can be hard, we admire each other and our differences and end up growing through the creative process. Sometimes the combination of our perspectives allows us to achieve something none of us could as individuals. Other times we miss the mark. Inevitably most issues have a little of both.

Often when working on Slingshot, we find it hard to put down our unfinished work and go to sleep. Over the hours before the sun rises, endless thoughts assault our minds — as if we don’t have enough in our world to keep us awake at night: friends getting hurt, police raids on our resistance houses — plus a million assorted hopes and fears. In the end, this issue is the result of multiple sleepless nights, and it is only when we put it to bed that we get to go as well.

When a new issue is published, it smells fresh and the paper feels soft. The words are close to their initial urgent thoughts. But like our bodies, each new issue gets old, becomes brittle, and slowly but surely yellows with age. Occasionally, our ideas seem wiser over time, even as the current events we cover become distant memories. Other times, we look back and see that we were naïve – which is both a good and a bad thing.

It goes without saying that all in this world is rare and wonderful — the people, the troubles, the ephemera. We hope that comes across in this note in a bottle.

Slingshot is always looking for new writers, artists, editors, photographers, translators, distributors, etc. to make this paper. If you send something written, please be open to editing.

Editorial decisions are made by the Slingshot Collective but not all the articles reflect the opinions of all collectives members. We welcome debate and constructive criticism.

Thanks to the people who made this: Aaron, Abhay, Arise, Autumn, Brian, Dee, Dominique, Eggplant, Glenn, Jesse/PB, Kathryn, Kermit, Kerry, Kwikness, Lew, Melissa, Ona, Peter, Sandy, Shannon, Terri.

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Volume 1, Number 104, Circulation 20,000

Printed October 1, 2010

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