Poem ‘Wreck-It Rahm’ Chicago’s Gentrification

I experienced this walking to work over by Harry S Truman College city college. The area was getting Gentrified and there were so many poor, old, drug addled people living in the streets. Some young boys, tall, like six feet tall playing football in the busy street. Running over the indigent people laying about on the sidewalks with no where to go. I was tired, my leg wasn’t working because of back injury, I lost my patience. I found out the young beautiful men had no where to go on so many levels. My heart broke and they helped me pick up the pieces.

I walked over to the tallest young man and asked him why he was running all over everyone. He was going to get arrested with all the other young men. He goes, “I’m going to stick you if you don’t shut up.” I got right up to his chest and looked him in the eye and said, “Do it.” I thought, “my back and leg hurt so bad and I was so tired it would be a welcome relief.

That’s when another young man stepped up to the plate and told the tallest young man to leave me alone, “She is a good person,” he said with passion and true belief, he could see me. n

The tallest young man said, “She is a cop.” His friend said with steady knowing eyes, “She is a good person.”

I said I am not a cop, I care about you all and what would you Mom say about you running around in traffic, knocking over people? We argued back and forth with more threats to hurt me and I didn’t back down. Eventually everyone settled down including the dozen or so of young men milling about us three as we argued.

I said I needed to sit down and rest awhile before I walked to work my leg really hurt. The Tallest boy and his friend helped me to a bench and we talked about being nice and my practice in Buddhism. The boy who stood up for me said I could of been killed. I told him I didn’t care I just wanted them to stop hurting the folk they were running over playing their games in the street and I didn’t want them to get arrested. It was a really nice day after we parted and I limped on to my job.

I lived in Chicago for almost 10 years after living 40 years in rural Oregon. What the kids say here in this poem is so true and so sad. Same thing is happening to poor folk all over this world. Farmers losing their land, city folk losing their homes. We all are getting shoved into smaller and smaller places with bad food, water, and air, no education or morals. This is how war works you know, blame it on someone else when it’s just the 1% of 1% playing a game with the rest of the world. This has happened over and over again throughout human history. When are we going to stop it? When are we going to say no to the Rahms of this world? http://www.ponerology.com

Poverty is a the biggest profit maker of all next to war.

Hide Your Schools, Hide Your Homes, Hide Your Children, Cause He’s Wrecking it All

Hammer in one hand paint brush in the other
Rahm Emanuel is single handedly destroying our city
Mr. wreck it Rahm
look what Chicago is becoming
bending the rules to fit in the lie of building a new chicago
building new streets
when his own plan got some pot holes

Tearing down our dreams
its getting really windy in these streets
Red X’s mark the spots where his wrecking balls are next to drop

We are not included in the Blue Print of the New Chicago: we’re being pushed out
our buildings transformed into condos – and we know those AINT FOR US
Thermal shock is setting in from the whipping wind of the heartless sins
of the mayor

Norfolk Railroads is pushing us southern folk out
Homes replaced with tracks
that will be laid
where our heads used to
If dry wall could talk
it would speak many prayers to keep our homes
now vacant lots that hold lots of remnants
of 60 years of backyard barbeques
baby showers
and when electric sliding was the super power of the summer
55th and Normal
we are losing all of this

Torturing, tormenting us as we choke on the ashes of our memories
*Cough Cough*
Let’s hope we don’t get sick
Because he’s closing all our clinics
He needs to get treated
And then maybe we can sew back on the other half of the middle finger
that he has been giving us

Its almost as if he’s E Manuel of E-Limination

Step one: Take away our schools
Step Two: Put them out their home
Lastly: Destroy it all and
Deny Deny Deny
But remember, to always keep a straight face when you lie!

Try to pour the cheap paint over our eyes while stealing dollars from under our mattresses
There’s not enough? Close their schools
But he’s building a new DePaul stadium
Using our TIF funds to Transform the South Loop into the Promised Land of redevelopment
and some river walk
of course downtown
The paint is starting to streak.
Building a new Chicago or extending a new lie!
How can a city so in debt blueprint something so expensive?

Banneker Elementary – Closed
Woods Elementary – Closed
Yale Elementary – Closed

The paint is cracking:
From every west side basketball brotherhood
To south side sisterhood bonds through pom-poms
And every poetry team that had dreamed of being on this very stage
has been ripped apart,

Bad foundation for our future generations
struggling with 40 students in one class
so they learn from the streets
There’s not money for our schools, but, there’s enough to build a New Chicago
But that New Chicago is NOT for us.
The paint is wearing thin and so was our patience
Irreparable damage has already been done

Time to stop the destruction of OUR city
Prevent the further corruption of our already twisted politics of Chicago

25% of Chicago school children won’t amount to anything
100% sure that we will be something
See Rahm we are mathematicians
your lies are adding up
and this new Chicago is just another one of them.