On the move again
Final bit done on this phase of the job. Moved up three blocks last night. That felt good. On Great Highway and Vincente. Halfway home. As mechanic said, I kept my word to local cop who likes to “check in” on me. He’s been coming around or emailing since I began my hunger strike. I wrote saying I was moving because of hate and told him about the neighbor at Santiago coming to my door and yelling (wrote a blog).
There is a guy outside right now as I type this, screaming in fury into a phone about me. So hey, dude, listen, on here, further below is the cop’s direct work email # if you are like the bigot up the street whose “million dollar home” I have been stranded in front of for 54 days while city says we don’t help RV dwellers. This cop knows what my game plan is and has my mechanic’s number. I think either one of those men will tell you to your face what they think of you. I am getting this done as fast as my budget allows because I am too sick for congregant shelter, which is all the City has to offer. Maybe to prove I am lying, go ahead, try calling the other folks paid to help. I put their cards below too. Sick of this ponzi scheme.
OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY no problem. I get $950 from SSI (thank God in heaven) and am able to depend on the mobile mechanic He (through old friends at the Sunset Youth Center) sent me, willing to work on credit … but also I gave him 80% of donations last month … bought a new printer with rest so I can keep writing … off the grid so here’s a photo of my office set-up, producing my own electricity, just in case you think I can’t go the distance. Oh you can all be sure, I shall.
Doing this, seven months after losing my husband to liver cancer and COVID-19 inflicted injuries, I am insane with grief and rage at how we were treated then because we lived in an RV we were forced into Project Roomkey, in Sacramento county. We had been paying to stay in a small county campground on Sherman Island since fall of 2019. He died July 7, 2020, in a spider-infested FEMA trailer at CalExpo, worried sick at how I was now homeless. So obviously getting our RV-home back means I am quite literally willing to fight to the death for it.
Here’s a piece of the City court lawsuit taped to the rear of my RV (federal litigation I am in process of writing…FAIR HOUSING ACT):
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And here’s an essay I wrote that made the cover of February’s Street Sheet:
https://www.streetsheet.org/covid-widow-on-a-hunger-strike-for-housing-rights/
My mechanic will be back on the weekend to move me to a new location. I can’t drive this thing. My husband did it all. 💔
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Like I said, halfway home. I spend all my time dwelling on what I have planned in court for not only the City of San Francisco and the county of Sacramento, but also Governor Gavin Newsom for closing the campgrounds March 2020. That’s how I got here. So you neighbors go ahead and join in. I will send a subpoena to every bigot I find on the City’s call lists since I got my RV-home back on Dec 23, 2020.
Pure official hatred of the gypsyTraveller whose RV-home is so worthless it’s okay to take it away from me. And the only “help” being offered is to take me from my home, my belongings, my husband’s ashes, mostly take me from autonomy and dignity that comes from privacy, only to “place” me in a congregant shelter to catch COVID-19 at age 60 with suspected cancer…here listen to it your damn self. It’s your tax dollars paying for this shit treatment.
…that’s fucking genocide if I prove to a judge I am an America-born Scottish Traveller and I live on wheels because it is in my gypsy blood.
Sedentary-living asshole bigots ruining my life since I come to California from a Louisiana bayou in a big black Bluebird schoolbus in 1997. I hate you worse than you hate me. Ima sue all of you California haters. Ima stop homelessness dead in its tracks just to fuck your head up. Your hate caused this catastrophe. Hate? Yes, hate of RVs in your midst. You hate the sight of RVs on “your” streets so much you let people DIE on streets in stormy weather or in a nasty, crowded, often-violent PUBLIC congregant shelter, with hundreds of strangers and their pets, all the while the bleeding-hearts neo-liberals wring their hands from inside their warm houses. Sickening. The whole bunch of you. Every single one of you is complicit in the deaths of thousands. Wait til I find a judge willing to act on what I show her.
For a third of this year’s HSH budget, every last person on their radar could be housed in a decent brand-new travel trailer. But to do that, you’re going to have to deal with the free-range citizen like me. Never happen because you know these laws you have constructed to acheive exclusionary zoning are flimsy as a wet paper bag. Just needs a real lawyer willing to brave society’s hate to achieve equality and equity for a subgroup left in the shadows.
God will deal with you on Judgment Day, but until then, the next best thing is me dragging you into a federal courtroom for 2 to 3 years and shaming you in front of the entire nation. I am sick and tired of angry, entitled, white men yelling because I am parked across the street from their “million dollar homes”. Ima ask a judge if these signs are even legal on beach parking, in light of the authority of the California Coastal Commission. This is America 2021. You can’t just exclude me from society just because you don’t like the way I look. What you got going isn’t even segregation. It’s apartheid.
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