We Conquered Mountains!
This was another successful tSB winter introducing our youth (and a few mentors) to the incredible sport of snowboarding and we want to celebrate the end of the season with you. Come to Poquitos on Capitol Hill this Monday, May 12 from 3-8pm. There will be a pig in the ground, music from DJ Mullet and great company. Ninkasi sales benefit tSB and we are also raffling off tons of gear from our friends in the snow industry as well as two three-day passes to the Capitol Hill Block Party and four weekend passes (plus camping!) to Timber! Outdoor Music Festival. You could even go home with shot ski of your own. Bring your friends and celebrate with tSB.
Last week we celebrated May Day with a program focused on immigration. Many tSB participants understand the challenges and beauty of being an immigrant first hand, or see it on a daily basis. To set the tone, we invited tSB alumnus and recent 2014 Youth Speaks Seattle Grand Slam Champion Carlos Nieto to share one of his poems:
This is for every time a politician on the news made you feel less than human.
This is for wanting to go to college but being the only person in your class that can’t sign up for FAFSA.
This is for being afraid to tell people where you’re from.
This is for being of ashamed of telling your best friends where your mom works.
This is for watching your mom work so hard for years just to feel American.
This is for silenced voices and tired dreams.
You wouldn’t think I was an immigrant.
Yes, I understand your pop-culture references,
I hit my Dougie with you,
I laugh with you,
I do homework with you,
I fought with you,
I fought for you,
I am dating you,
I am your best friend,
The person who told you you dropped your wallet this morning on the bus,
I am serving your drinks,
Taking care of your kids,
I even speak the same language as you. I barely have my accent anymore.
Even my clothes don’t give me away: shirt from Columbia, boxers from Portugal, hat from Peru, shit even our clothes our immigrants too!
So why do you hate me so much?
Why do you call me illegal? As if existing was a crime.
White American, conservative politicians, I am not illegal.
I am not a criminal.
Criminal is profiting off of people being stuck in a prison cell.
Criminal is denying food stamps to people who actually need them.
Criminal is tearing apart families that are already on three legs.
Criminal is feeling unsafe in Arizona.
Criminal is killing people at the border instead of detaining them.
Criminal are free trade agreements that screw over farm workers, why do you think we are here in the first place?
Do not talk to me about criminal, America. The only reason I go to college, as cliché as it sounds, is it to one day have a good enough job to my mom a house she can call her own because God only knows how much she has sacrificed for me.
Talking about how “illegal aliens mooch off the system.”
We pay taxes just like you: Sales, property, federal, you name it!
Talking about how “letting illegal aliens are running this country to the ground by stealing all the jobs.
WE DO NOT STEAL YOUR JOBS. We steal your jobs the same way people of color steal white people’s places at universities, WE DO NOT STEAL YOUR JOBS.
IF WE STEAL YOUR JOBS THEN YOU STOLE THIS LAND, except that’s actually true.
We wake up in the morning to go to work just like you.
On the run.
We don’t run this shit but we make this shit run. You’re welcome for the $300 billion in your social security trust fund. WE will NEVER see a penny of it.
You need us America. You have always needed us.
Who do you think built you? What do you think you’re made out of?
So stop throwing money at the border expecting us to go away.
Stop trying to push us under the rug.
Stop talking about “catch and release” methods as if we are animals.
We are human.
We are human just like you.
We are Americans just like you.
We are immigrants. Just. Like. You.
Poem by Carols Nieto, tSB class of 2011 & 2012
On April 6th, tSB lost a dear friend and mentor, Matthew Therrien. Matt was involved in a car accident on Sunday morning (4.6) in Hilo, HI and did not survive the incident.
We celebrated his life on Sunday, April 13th at Alki Beach Park.
Thank you so much to those of you who were able to join us. Matt has been a phenomenal mentor and will always be a part of our family. He helped us to re-imagine masculinity and modeled how to be a respectful, vulnerable and loving man. He believed in each of us so much that we had no choice but to believe in ourselves. He laughed and sang and made us embrace our inner-nerd. Matt was a talented poet and worked hard to finish his degree, which is being awarded posthumously by the University of Hawaii, Hilo. Matt will continue to be a leader in our community and lives on in every life that he has transformed.
It’s that time again to dig into your Dad’s closet and pull out those one piece powder suits, 210 skinny skis or your snurfer and steal your Grandma’s fanny pack! Retro Fools Day is back at Stevens Pass this year for another day of rowdy’ness and neon over-kill all to support the Service Board.