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oakland love letters
Dr. Noha Aboelata
Oakland is the city that made me, the city that raised me.
Photo for marchers illustration: The Black Hour / Flickr
Many times I’ve left, but always to return. Every place I’ve lived, I’ve compared to
here, but nothing ever compares to home.
Yet there are days I don’t even recognize my home. So many days my heart breaks for
my home.
But home it is, and home it will remain.
Complete with family - blood and chosen. Mentors, role models, elders and ancestors.
Co - conspirators, comrades, leaders and soldiers.
The struggle, the promise, the fight, the hope. Still in the midst, my love letter to East
Oakland remains half-written.
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