George Floyd Protests, Los Angeles

74 images, taken from the start of Los Angeles’ Protests Against Police Brutality up until June 2.

Police Oversight: Update On SB 1421 Progress

On January 1st, 2019, SB 1421 went into effect. On paper, it was supposed to “lift the veil of secrecy” on police misconduct records that included sexual assault, lying during an investigation, falsification of reports, shootings, use of force, in-custody deaths, and other forms of misconduct. These kinds of records have already been public for years in many other states.

In application, this was met with pushback from police & sheriff unions across California. They tried to argue that the law should only be applicable to records made after the law went into effect, they tried to argue that police officers have “special vested secrecy rights in California that could never be taken away”, there were other arguments but judges struck them down.

Santa Ana Police Department tried to destroy the records, but a petition we organized and received support from the ACLU, media organizations, and community members sent a clear message to the department.

On April 23rd, the 90th day of the Santa Ana Police Department’s 90-day extension (used to process the record request), they let me know that they needed 120 more days.
Today, we became the first ones to review records that have undergone the required redaction process.

This post is about the small victories.

Here’s a selfie I took in Tijuana the day US CBP agents shot tear gas at everyone in proximity.


Frontlines: Migrant Caravan

Migrants from the Benito Juarez Sports Complex shelter in Zona Norte, Tijuana organized a march in order to demand to be processed for asylum, Sunday Nov. 25. 



The march started after leaders of the caravan held a prayer using megaphones. Mexican federal police blocked the entrance to Puente El Chaparral, a bridge that pedestrians and automobiles use to arrive at the border-crossing area. As the migrants approached the police line, a caravan organizer told the group to stop walking. 


“If we will be crossing, we will be crossing in peace,” he said.

The marchers stopped and gave thanks to the Mexican state for sheltering them, sang the Mexican national anthem, gave a solidarity cheer with those who participated in the International Day of Action march in San Diego, all while waiting for the police to let through.

After about an hour of waiting, caravan organizers decided to go around the blockade, down a street that runs parallel to the inaccessible bridge. Police immediately began pushing people down with their shields. The migrants gained momentum as the police continued to use force against womxn, childrxn, and journalists. 


The migrants crossed the Tijuana riverbed, helping each other keep steady so as to not fall into the water. They arrived at the car port of entry where Mexican military troops watched from above.

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The group I was with made their way to the edge of the large parkway that makes up the border entry point. Four migrants scaled the wall that divided Mexico and USA. US forces on the opposite side pointed a high caliber rifle at the young men. The migrant group then sought another area of the border fence.

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The migrant group reached another section of the border crossing point, opened the fence and continued through. I was stopped by riot police and not let through. One officer hit me repeatedly with his shield.


During my walk back the way I had came, I witnessed an officer, who was giving orders earlier, continuously beat and harass a migrant. A Mexican checkpoint official alerted the officer that he had a camera on him and the officer ceased to hit the migrant. 

Mexican federal police then sealed the border car port leading into the US. Soon, US Department of Homeland Security Special Response Team forces and US military appeared and began to install razor wire, completely sealing the border and announcing that any unauthorized person will be met with lethal force.

I made my way to meet the group of migrants who were being shot with tear gas and rubber bullets through the border fence by US forces. Mexican federal police rallied them up and forced them back into Tijuana city limits. The final image was the last one I could capture before the tear gas effect became too much for my senses.


A Reflection on “The Roses That Grew From Concrete”

When you live in a community where you are statistically more likely to go to prison than to receive a high school diploma, most of your time growing up is not spent thinking about the school to prison pipeline & other forms of systemic oppression.

You are too busy struggling to make something good come out of each day.

I grew up with two constant factors: we moved around a lot within Orange County (mainly within Santa Ana), and money was always tight. My parents, both undocumented at the time, worked day-in and day-out to make ends meet.

I have always strived for a better life, that is something that will never leave me, but along the way I have realized that I have an intense yearning for the betterment of the community that raised me.

Fast forward to August 25th and I see colleges, organizations, resources, artists, and youth, all in the same space conversing with each other.

Connecting, building bridges, inspiring each other. This is what community looks like.

There are three moments that I want to share about that day that I feel have deeply impacted those who were present.

The first was during the community roundtable portion of the event. At the space were influential artists, musicians, young community members, educators, and organizers. Each person gave their introduction and story. From surviving suicide, to finding strength through teaching, each story added to the intimacy & impact of the gathering.

OG Cuicide during the community roundtable sharing his story.
Blimes Brixton.
Educator from Roses In Concrete Community School, Oakland, CA.

As time progressed, so did the amount of creative energy in the room.

The second moment was one that no one could have predicted.

“Let us record an album, right now. Who is with me?” said KRS-One, with enough conviction to convince an entire room to raise their hands.


In one minute, I would find myself on the sidewalk with everyone in the room, walking towards the nearest studio, in disbelief that KRS-One was completely serious in his words.

In two minutes, I would find myself in an overcrowded studio, with all of the musicians, a beat in my eardrums, and a microphone in the corner.

Depicted above, is the third moment. A spontaneous cypher.

The name of this series is taken directly from a lyric that was sung, “I’m Not Your Slave, This Is Freedom”.

Freedom, as defined by my experience that day: the mental capacity to create something that empowers those around it.

The Roses That Grew From Concrete

The following images are from The Roses That Grew From Concrete art, music, & education festival that took place in Downtown Santa Ana on August 25th, 2018.

This event brought together artists, musicians, educators, community youth & elders, and government officials in order to combat the school to prison pipeline.

Using hip-hop, dialogue and art, we created an experience for the youth attendees to connect with a platform that highlighted programs and resources within our community that are actively keeping families together.

Our goals for the event were as follows:

  • To reduce youth violence.
  • To increase school attendance.
  • To inspire youth to attain higher education.
  • To create a school to school pipeline.
  • To prioritize community needs.
KRS-One performing
OG Cuicide during the community roundtable sharing his story.
Allah’s Apprentice speaking during the community roundtable.
Educator from Roses In Concrete Community School, Oakland, CA.
KRS-One inspiring the participants to create a song on the spot.
Mario Chavez, a youth leader, speaks during the community roundtable.