There Are No Children In Oakland
Joshua Clayton tells the story of growing up in West Oakland, California.
Joshua Clayton tells the story of growing up in West Oakland, California.
Even the strongest lgbtqqia advocates I know, struggle with the T part. Trans-gender.
When I was nine, my father started coming home late at night. He would walk through the door like nothing was wrong. But I knew something was.
I’m 18 now and I’ve gotten used to the eye rolling when I mention my love for Justin Bieber, but what no one understands is that being a true fan is not only about obsessing over Justin’s looks or his music. He also represents an opportunity to get crazy about something.
When I interviewed my father, Jose Escobar, for this story, we were just seconds into the conversation when his cell phone vibrated with a message. So does he think he’s addicted?, I asked.
Sitting on the steps in front of his apartment, 14-year-old Trevor Watson — the same kid from the after-school group at Castlemont — says the popping sounds of gunfire sometimes keep him up at night.
To deal with it, he tries to ignore it.
It wasn’t until I reached my teens that I began to appreciate all the things I inherited from my mother—my big eyes, strong calves, and most of all– my religion.
In the Castlemont neighborhood, according to county reports, homicide is the leading cause of death for young people.
For working class families, young people are often the default safety net.