The restaurant my father created is being sold at the end of this month. After 27 years, the space and everything in it is being sold to wealthy white business men who plan on keeping it a Mexican style restaurant. After my father passed away, the grieving regular customers donated to the price of the funeral and my family and the restaurant in general. But due to family/trust issues with the past owners, my mother didn’t receive most of the money that was donated or the money we earned, for that matter. The lease has been risen and the landlord has started communicating with my mother aggressively and saying that she can’t understand my mother, even though it hasn’t been a problem in the past. The business has been struggling to break even for a very long time and it’s been the financial platform of my entire life. I am losing another, very significant piece of my father and it has been taking a heavy emotional toll on my mother and I. Obviously there isn’t hope in saving it. Honestly I don’t really know what I’m asking for. Maybe just acknowledgment that gentrification isn’t just a word you learn when you go to college or read an article on facebook that your white student friend who lives in Oakland just shared.
[tries to crowd surf at a TED talk]