From Poverty Pimp To Truth-Teller

I Helped Break it - Now I Will Help Fix-It

I’m @povertypimpslayer, born 1955, Puerto Rican, forged on the Lower East Side of New York where the streets stank of piss and defiance. The Young Lords Party was my pulse—1970, its rawest peak. I wasn’t some bystander; I was cadre in the CDC—Committee to Defend the Community—wrestling cash from the U.S. and city fat cats for summer jobs, free lunches, community centers. Kids like me got a lifeline; I made it happen. Fists up, I marched in the fiercest YLP demos, screaming for my people’s rights—Puerto Ricans crushed under a system that didn’t see us. Mao’s Red Book, Marx and Engels’s Das Kapital, Che Guevara’s fire—they torched my brain. The FBI noticed—my name hit Las Carpetas, their secret blacklist. I didn’t flinch.