2016 Election Night

It’s not the election of Trump. It’s the murder of Martin Luther King. It’s not presidency of Trump, it’s the assassinations of John F. Kennedy and Robert Kennedy. It’s not the rhetoric of Trump. It’s

A night full of promise 7 p.m. Oakland Voices staff and a couple of community correspondents gathered in the East Bay Times foyer, found a space and learned that pizza was ordered; we chatted, and

“Were you able to get off work?” my Oakland Voices partner, Cinque called to ask. I was en route to the East Bay Times office but I had forgotten to text him before leaving. I

I am defined as first-generation American and like me, there are many young people throughout this nation who are in this category. My parents and my brother are from Guatemala, a country in Central America

Tuesday, November 8th, 2016 – as I woke up on this unusually sunny morning in Oakland, I realized it was the first time I was fully aware of the impact that adults in my community,

Although I’m politically active, albeit in peace and justice issues rather than electoral politics, it’s been a while since I attended an election after-party away from someone’s home. And I had never covered such an

Oakland Voices has a tradition of having a pizza party before heading out to collect stories on election night. My stomach jumped around and though the pizza looked lovely, I couldn’t eat. Which is odd

The Oakland Voices correspondents covered local elections last week, writing about the successful campaigns for expanded protections for renters, a soda tax, a civilian police commission and the not- as- successful, but strongly community-based, campaigns