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“Don’t Deport the Tamale Lady!”
The Tamale Lady, as many news media outlets are dubbing Juana Reyes, is a latin@ street vendor who now faces deportation for selling food right outside a Walmart in Sacramento, California.
NOTE: Now, before moving on with this story, it is important that we point out how problematic it is to reference un@ inmigrante by her occupation. In a country that has a long history of commodifying immigrants of color, it isn’t exactly the most politically correct thing to call a hard-working mother simply “Tamale Lady.” Juana Reyes has a name; let’s use it, shall we?
Juana Reyes does what many immigrants in this country do best: hustle hard! As a mother of two, and feeling the pressures of everyday life, she did what she had to do and posted up in front of a Walmart to sell Tamales a’la chicken con quesito. Actually, sounds to me like her efforts belong more on MexicanFoodPorn’s blog than they do on a criminal report. Pero, I digress.
One Thursday morning, Juana was told by local authorities that she could no longer sell food in front of the Walmart. Which was odd for her to hear since she had been selling tamales in that same spot for quite sometime. Up until then, no one had mentioned that this was a problem. Many of Walmart employees would even stop on their break or after work to enjoy some of her street delicacies.
Juana complied and moved to different location. However. the problem now was that Tamales weren’t selling in the new area. Juana was faced with making a decision between A. staying in this new location and not making enough money (money that she needed for rent, among other things) or B. returning to her previous area and risk getting in trouble. Of course, Juana did what any mother in her position would do and returned to her previous location.
Unfortunately, when Juana returned, she was almost immediately arrested. And not only was she handcuffed, but her two children, who were with her at the time, were taken by Child Protective Services. The folks over NEWSREVIEW even mention that the police officer told Juana’s 10 year old son:
“They’re going to send your mom to Mexico. And you’ll never see her again.”
Oh, what great people we have patrolling the streets of Sacramento. Not only is this deputy making the racist assumption that Juana Reyes is Mexican, but he stoops so low as to taunt a little boy who at this point is probably already scared. ( PS. If you aren’t outraged by now, you have problems, son.)
Let’s make this clear: Reyes was arrested because she was suspected of being undocumented. Selling food without proper permits is a minor offense. Trespassing —what she was officially arrested for—usually does not involve handcuffs, CPS, and being held for a couple of weeks w/o a lawyer. CNN contributer Ruben Navarrette Jr. mentions:
Some will insist that Reyes is actually being punished for coming into the United States illegally. But this woman only came to the attention of federal authorities because local law enforcement officers arrested her for an infraction that would have normally resulted in a slap on the wrist. And the reason that she was arrested was because she was selling tamales.
Juana’s story is one that the displays the ills of a racist society. One where a brown women selling food in attempts to put a roof over her children’s heads is not only frowned upon but criminalized. Simply put, that’s complete bullshit!
READ MORE:
Don’t deport the ‘tamale lady’ (CNN)
Deporting the tamale lady (Newsreview)
Yesterday it was pussy riot and Jan Brewer’s idiot ideas. Today it’s this. I hate the world.
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I enjoy kill yourself raps
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#TrapRave
In 2004 Disaster was 20 years-old when he was recruited by Grand Hustle as an engineer for three T.I. albums. Since then he has gone on to work with Young Jeezy and Lil Wayne and release electro-infused remixes of rap under a variety of pseudonyms (Heroes & Villains, MeganFoxxx, Quadrant). In 2010, the DJ started a party called Heavy with the goal to play any and all music of a certain “hard, powerful, raging energy” including dubstep, dirty bass, trap, and punk. “I would go out and notice that other DJs were doing the same exact thing,” he says. “We would see clubs full of kids of different backgrounds — half the crowd was black and half was white — we’d see them go totally crazy and start a mosh pit to dubstep, and then to Waka, back-to-back.” Burn One remembers these parties as well. “You’d be listening to this dubstep track and then he would throw a Gucci a capella on top. It was trippy, really trippy, but I liked it.”
And then there was the time that Gucci Mane made an appearance himself. “We’re all a tight-knit community,” Disaster explains. “Lil Jon, Pill, Big Boi, Yelawolf — they would come by when they were in town to hang out and hear new music. Some of them performed or partied with us, they loved it.” As for Gucci’s visit, Disaster recalls when the rapper freestyled in the middle of one such party in 2010. “Gucci was hanging out one of the times he got out [of jail],” says Disaster. “Everyone was having a good time and Gucci was really feeling the [dubstep track] that was playing and jumped on the mic for a verse.”
–I investigated the Internet-borne hashtag genre “trap rave” for Stereogum. Daniel Disaster, Burn One, and Lunice chimed in along the way.
Not to shit on you but I don’t like this trend
My problem with this whole trap rave shit is that yeah there may have been a meshing of scenes in Atlanta but outside of that it’s primarily turned into a way for people who don’t like rap to hear rap without the rap. I have my issues with that because the same kids who are jocking would have looked at you sideways for pushing that tick tick in the trunk before it was rave cool. Trap shit was all dollar bin music in San Francisco and now a bunch of dubsteppers want to roll it out in the club as long as there is no rap in it and it’s got some uk funky twist? I have friends playing this shit when in 2003 they would just roll their eyes at me when I’d tell them how dope Tip was. Ten years ago the only southern rap most people gave a shit about was The Love Below. Most people were more interested in hears In Da Club than anything involving horror samples and snares.
I don’t know I guess this shit just bothers me because its been embraced so much by people who never cared about this music and it’s music that I’ve spent a lot of time listening to and defending. I don’t expect everyone to have listened to it a decade ago but damn fools need some persepective. Hell at least get learned on the 808 mafia if you’re gonna be a coopting new jack trying to hand me a fucking flyer for your bullshit party.
I don’t like when things I have loved for years become trends, not because I don’t want them to get popular. It’s because I don’t want people half assing shitty versions of things I love just because it’s cool now. Dog trap music doesn’t need your shitty wobbles, it needs more menace, fuck your furry dubstep boots and house whistles. You want to bow up then lets fucking do it, that’s what it’s for.
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What has Chick-Fil-A ever done for you? Sold you some fatty chicken at a ridiculous mark-up? Made you chuckle at semi-literate cartoon cows? You mean more to me than KFC possibly could. If I, in turn, don’t mean more to you than a chicken sandwich from Chik-Fil-A–if my life, my quality of life, and my dignity are such afterthoughts to you that you’d not only refuse the boycott, but go out of your way to support someone who was hurting me?
But yeah, I’ve been screaming fuck chick-fil-a for years but that was because I hate christians this latest dumbshit just validated why you shouldn’t support places who pump up things that don’t exist. I’m talking to you In-N-Out supporting ass dickheads. Also fuck Coors and all the beers they own. Pussies drinking blue moon, that’s you.
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In an attempt to unsubscribe from this shitty magazine’s emails I got this error. How in the fuck does this make sense? I DON’T WANT ANY EMAILS AT ALL BUT I HAVE TO SUBMIT MY EMAIL TO RECEIVE WEEKLY EMAILS INSTEAD? NO OTHER CHOICE? FUCK YOUR DOUCHERAG OLD JUICE REVIEW LAME CONCERT PROMOTING ASS GODDUMB HEEHAWING VNECK SPORTING LINE STANDING LA TAQUERIA EATING FANCY COFFEE TIME SHITFUCKHEAD COCKBLOOD DRENCHED MAGAZINE
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Sea Punk Funk
“Southwest Testament” Isaac Teethbrusher (Prod. by Fiveiht) from anticon. on Vimeo.
I drank some beers and wrote some thoughts about Isaac and Ron’s new record. Click the link to read it because you know that’s what people use to do, not just click hearts on digitized pictures that they never took and reblog rappers they never met smoking weed.
You know what’s funny, calling people by names that almost sound like their names. They will just think you’re confused and will never correct you. Try it. Isaac and Ron are Isaiah Toothtaker and Sixtoo by the way.
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Interview With David Goldberg, The Man Behind The Rebirth Of Ewing Athletics
As the release of the Ewing 33 Hi nears, sneaker fans’ appetite for information behind the rebirth of the Ewing brand grows more and more fervent by the day. We caught up with David Goldberg, President and Owner at GPF Footwear LLC/Ewing Athletics, to find out why he’s uniquely qualified to continue the Ewing legacy, how the bringback process began, what Patrick’s shoes mean to sneaker history, and a little of what you can look forward to from Ewing Athletics.
I’ll wait and see if they do the white with the gum sole. If that drops then I’m gonna be on my 7th grade shit all over again.