I love this take on the Bay Area’s class+race issue of gentrification. To GENTEfy, says Julio Salgado:

People before property,
People before profit,
People before visions of perfection by opportunistic and parasitic developers.

Here’s the poem, from Dreamers Adrift.

“Oftentimes, I feel like these words I speak no longer belong to me.
These exclamations, estos dichos, lagrimas and smiles, are all a part of this delusion of that used to be.
The polka dot sidewalks where my sisters once played “el anvioncito” in lopsided chalk-boxed outlines
have been overrun by caffeinated vintage cowboy boys, expensive high heels, and Italian wingtips.
The stoop where mother used to call me in when the sun would go down and the streetlights not turn on
is now inhabited by faces I never saw strolling through my neighborhood
when I was exploring the blank starless skies of my small young city experience.
Police presence looms larger around every corner,
yet somehow, I feel more vulnerable and unsafe.
The renovated spic-and-span lofts are now spic-and-Spanish less.
Los santos that guarded every street corner have migrated,
las velas that burned in windows beneath La Virgen are now extinguished in light of flat screen TVs,
las tiendas where my mother would go and purchase herbal remedies
are now bars and coffee shops and yoga studios
where whitey goes to self-medicate and meditate.
My gente is gone, and I’m here… trying to make sense of where our American dreams went.
Sometimes, I feel like these words I speak never belonged to me.
Like I learned them in some sort of effort to adapt,
but then I was confronted with this ironic twist
that these words were to serve as a bulletin to inform me of where my place in this city no longer was.
EVICTION.
They don’t want to call it gentrification because they don’t want to feel responsible.
But that’s what it is and that’s exactly what they are.
Gentrification is the modern manifest destiny,
a carbon copy of micro Cristopher Columbus type discovery,
the new redlining,
the updated form of segregation,
a story of pillage and destruction as old as Western culture itself.
But me? I’m a proponent of GENTEfication.
People before property,
People before profit,
People before visions of perfection by opportunistic and parasitic developers.
GENTEfication.
So communities like mine could continue to grow instead of wither, dismantle, and disappear.
So self-determination isn’t dictated by rat and roach infestations and Mount Everest rising rent prices.
Where God isn’t dead, and the art and culture of my people sprawled onto the walls isn’t whitewashed.
GENTEfication.”