Every Black person in Sacramento is related to someone from my hood. No matter where they grew up.
They done took our neighborhood, chopped it up into sections, and are now trying to dilute it, capitalize off of it, exploit it, and white liberalize it.
Everyone is just standing around watching.
Watching while they try to call the police on us for standing in the park that we’ve been standing in for over 30 years.
While they try to call the police on us for playing the music in our cars that we been playing for over 30 years.
While they try to call the police on us for having barbecues, picnics, and family reunions.
While they try to call the police on us when we are homeless, when we are digging through their trash cans for food and cans so that we can get money to survive these streets.
The streets that we now live in because we have been pushed out of our homes due to the rise of rent and the cost of property in our own neighborhoods.
I’m from Oak Park.
I have been and always will be from Oak Park.
Home of the Sacramento Black Panther.
Home of Broadway Soulfood Takeout.
Home of the original Fairgrounds.
Home of the original, Unchartered, Sacramento High School.
Over policed by SacPD in what they now call “North Oak Park.”
Over policed by the Sacramento Sheriff, in what they now call “South Oak Park”which is soon to be on the chopping block to be gentrified by white folks, politicians, and people moving in from outta town.
I remember when no one wanted to live here. And now it’s “historic.”