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Cheeks wrote

Growing up, I had the typical poor American experience, clouded in sexism, misogyny, racism, homophobia, patriotism. I started talking to my mother about anarchism when I was 15 after reading a book for "young adults" on it by James D Forman. She wasn't very intelligent but always heart first so when I would be opposed to something she would usually respond, "You should feel that way! I raised you to know the fucking difference between right and wrong!“ By time I was 18 we had moved to the city and had 3 different wooden buildings/sheds in the backyard and an extra room in the house. She had moved an elderly housless fellow into the spare room. He helped us turn the sheds into temporary dwellings for other neighborhood houseless folks. In the four years before the city government shut us down she had helped about 4 dozen people get back on their feet while simultaneously them helping us with maintenance on the house and property, food, and contributing to an overall sense of community. It was also at the start of this time that we had learned to dumpster, together. She would have never called herself an anarchist, but I know damn well she was.


Fossidarity wrote

Wow your mother sounds really cool, I'm jealous!


Cheeks wrote

She was incredible. Often irrational though. A victim of the system that refused to be a mere victim. Drug and alcohol issues as a means to self medicate ptsd, It wasn't always awesome but it was never boring and was always full of love.

I friend last night brought up a story that was typical her. My friend got drunk and walked to my house late one night and passed out laying in my driveway. He had thought I would be there soon. I was staying with my partner that night so wasn't coming home. Cops spotted him and woke him up, threatening to take him to jail. He insisted that he he knew who lived there and was waiting on me. So the cops dragged him up to the door, my mom answered, the cops asked if she knew this person. She said, "yeah but I don't fucking know you! “ Grabbed my friend pulled him in the house and slammed the door on the cops. I came home the next morning to find them drinking coffee and laughing about the whole thing.