Mexico profundo
In October, I traveled to Mexico, first as part of a delegation from the San Francisco-based human rights group Global Exchange and then on to Chiapas with a friend to tape some segments of my public access TV show, Todos Somos Marsos. I have been following the extremely volatile situation in Mexico for almost...
Javier Elorriaga freed!
"Freedom of expression belongs to those who work it"
The kids in the woods
On September 15, I was just about the thousandth person arrested (out of 1,033) at the Headwaters protest in the small lumber town of Carlotta, in Northern California, at a rally attended by 6,000 people. This was the largest number of civil disobedience arrests in an environmental action in the United States to date. Every conceivable facet ...
N.H.I....part 2
In the last issue of The Dagger, I explained that some people in law enforcement often used a secret whispered code "N.H.I.," which means "No Humans Involved." This is primarily used when referring to Black on Black crime or crimes involving "low life....."
A holiday hitch
Here’s a Christmas story for you. It was 1974, New Orleans. I don’t remember the name of the hotel exactly, but I woke up about 3 am to find my girlfriend ....
The night we snorted Sammy
It was a Saturday night at Gulliver's, a blues nightclub on upper Grant in North Beach. The crowd was always up and the dance floor crowded. I was working ....
Breakfast at Denny's
In Hollywood to do some filming for Rowena's Workout Video, we sat at Denny's counter in search of a cheap breakfast. As usual, we got more...
Shiva, lord of the compost pile
EVER SINCE I met Shiva, I’ve had a fondness for gods of destruction wearing necklaces of skulls....
Inebriation stomp!
Poem by Bob Brault, photo by Rob Rossetti
Two for Billie Holliday
Moody woman blues by Ricarda McDonald Payne
Billie Holliday by Norma West Linder
MEXICO CITY, JUNE 20, 1995
Poem by Elissa Rashkin, in memory of Abraham Polo Uscanga
bells don't ring anymore
in the churches or the marketplace
on highways, or through parking lots.
nevertheless, someone is dead....
NORTH BEACH SCENE
Poem by George Tsongas