I come across this photo from time to time. I've posted it before. It's a crazy one.... now for me to look at. It triggers lots of emotion, joy, regret, struggle, and hope are just some of those. My upbringing was quite different from many people i come across. Not anything super abnormal just the fact that my Dad lived in the suburbs and my Mom lived in a ghetto. That alone, made me really see the world with a different set of eyes. The train ride in between these two homes was about 40minutes, it was a really reflective time, in either direction of travel. For such quick commute, it bridged two different worlds. Of course the skate to moms house was more about keeping my head down and avoiding conflict, where as the skate to my dads i kind of dragged my ass knowing i was safe most likely would make it to his house unharmed..... which is funny because i probably had more things yelled at me from passing cars in the suburbs than the city. That experience and it's contrast taught me compassion for the people in life that have never had a chance and possibly wouldn't know what to do with a better way of life it fell into their lap. I tried to show these boys a better life.... i hugged them when they needed it, fed them, helped with school work, yelled at their worst teachers, disciplined them, protected them, and tried to show them a world outside of a West Oakland that to them was about a ten block radius. In the end the streets held the weight.... standing on the corner gave you status, shooting, robbing, and being a thug was more exciting than loading boxes on a loading dock or other jobs their Oakland public schooling left them qualified for. You ever try to do homework in a house with 10 other kids, and a Grandma that is taking care of you because your dad is dead and your mom is on the streets? It was hard enough to just have a conversation in their house. You can point your finger at this type of life and say "get off your ass and get a job" and i understand that, but i'll tell you what, even walking into a restaurant with these two boys, i could not believe the negative judgment in the eye of the onlooker. When they were little kids ....."they're so cute" when they got bigger, "sir are these boys with you, could you keep an eye on them". No surprise. But still i tried, even as i lost my hold on them, till finally one day i let go. They ended up in jail, one for life, one in and out. I often look back and can really only see the good times. Trips to burnside with them skating beside me, skating various parks, or maybe a day trip to santa cruz to hit the boardwalk. It's sad how it all ended up, but that's just the way it worked out.
My opinions, my point of view, my lack of patience or sharp tongue.... they help protect me. I don't want to lose the things that help make me, me. I couldn't really play with whacky costumes or be a complete phony and live in that neighborhood, not only would i have probably taken a beating, but people around there would not trust me. It helped shape the person i am today, i think it's part of the reason I'm so critical of others, because i had to be very critical of myself in order to feel genuine. Trust who i am. I don't relate to many folks, i don't like to do things in big groups,....... i still just kind of like to skate though the neighborhood alone and take it all in. The things that have found me that i love, have done me well. They've challenged me and brought me many interesting places. Man i wish those boys could see some of them. So if i get too opinionated or call you out on being an imposter, it's only me protecting myself but i should know better.We are living in a culture where you can just download a new personality app, and then find the people that have downloaded the same. Ive began to TRUST who i am, to be more comfortable with myself. Experiences like having those boys in my life really showed me how lucky i am, and that having a caring mom and dad... even if separated was huge jump on life.
I'm shocked to see to see level of ignorance bigotry in this world right now. Shit there was one guy who was invited to born free that i will never sit in a room with again, due to his views. This is fucking America we stole it, then we made it from people from so many parts of the world. Maybe point the finger a little bit less and use that energy to keep an open mind and help someone. If it fails tell me that you learned nothing from it.
Well said Max, seems the hate crowds out the love, until this is reversed i don't see change.
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RESPECT!!
ReplyDeleteHave you ever seen that 2008 documentary "Crips and Bloods: Made in America ?" Easily Peralta's best doc to date...because it traces the roots of gangs straight back to an early 1900s Californian political economy that systematically kept black folks out of white neighborhoods and social clubs. All the red vs. blue stuff is in there too, but I thought it was way more interesting when they dialed back the timeline to find that early police oppression and calculated economic imbalance are directly responsible for much of today's inner city crime - also really depressing when you ask yourself what can be fixed (even if we had the resources to do so) and find yourself coming up with blanks for answers.
ReplyDeleteLots of bigotry and macho bullshit in the motorbike world unfortunately. Just gotta do your own thing.
ReplyDeleteGotta quote Crass "Wealth is a ghetto". I can relate with the ghetto life/suburban fantasy contrast and conflict. I go off on a rant but this is a comment not my blog haha. Either way, one reason I've always dug your skating and chopper"ing" stuff is because you have always stayed true to yourself and kept your version of what's real. Nothing but respect for standing tall Max.
ReplyDeleteNice one Max
ReplyDeleteall we can ever do is try our best...
ReplyDeletegreat picture and thanks for sharing .
ReplyDeleteWell said, Max..
ReplyDeleteThis country was built by immigrants. This country is great because of immigrants. If the deportations went through maybe we would lose a few "bad apples" but we also might lose the cure to cancer, an amazing artist, someone that designs the safest vehicle yet or maybe just your new neighbor who, although different than you is someone you become friends with.
ReplyDeleteEvery day I deal with those corn fed people pointing the finger at those less fortunate. They never went a day I their life without a meal or treated unequally. The high country either brings the best or worst out of people. Always be more of an Indian then a cowboy.
ReplyDeleteYou were just a young man yourself then, you did have an impact in their lives. In the shitty times, they will at least have those good memories. Those memories may be the seeds that help get them through tough times. You were their advocate for sure
ReplyDeleteRespect Max! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI love it when you write man
ReplyDeleteWell written!!
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