When I search the OINTB tag on here you know who the fuck I barely see. The absolute Queen that is GLORIA MENDOZA. I mean she is the head matriarch of Spanish Harlem. She looks out for not only her girls but the entire prison. This woman COOKED DINNER FOR THE INMATES IN THE MIDDLE OF A RIOT. SHE FED THEM.BECAUSE TO HER , EVERYONE IN THERE IS FAMILY. She took on the role of mother to “woe is me Daya”.She stole the gun to keep daya out of further trouble and even felt guilty for daya’s dumbass decisions. She deadass risked her life to free those guards for her child and she struggled with the decision. Can you imagine?!? RESPECT THE QUEEN THAT IS GLORIA MENDOZA.

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How A Few Crafty Harlemites Are Fighting Back Against Gentrification

After Harlem resident Pipi Birdwater had her lawsuit against the borough of Manhattan thrown out, many New Yorkers began to wonder how many shared her ire towards lifelong Harlem residents for “intentional cruelty,” as her suit stated.

Birdwater claims that New York residents purposely gave her wrong directions, led her towards areas of Harlem that didn’t exist, and feigned ignorance when she referenced areas of Harlem by their hip new colloquialisms. Borough president Gale Arnot Brewer called her claims that they cost her her $100,000 job (due to frequent tardiness) “farcical.” But after walking through Harlem’s Marcus Garvey Park and talking to Harlemites, they have merit.

38-year-old Dominique Sampson recalls, “this cracker asked me the other day where RuPa is. I knew he was talking about Rucker Park, but we don’t call it no damn RuPa. Who ‘bout to be sayin, 'remember when Kobe and AI came in RuPa?’,” he says as family and friends double over in laughter in their beach chairs.

“So I said 'probably down in the village getting life.’ He comes back to me that night all red ready to fight sayin’ he wasted his day, I said 'I thought you meant Rupaul!”

Sampson says his neighbor was not amused. In his anger, he joins a growing group of new Harlem residents who feel they’re being deceived out of resentment.

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In the past few years, getrification has taken away the unique and special beauty of many of the neighborhoods that i belong to in New York City. 

I grew up in east harlem, right on 110th street and 5th avenue. It is my home, my barrio, my place of comfort. In recent walks around the neighborhood, i sadly mourned a many of the original shops and business that were local to our area. Beautiful graffiti, and entire murals, painted over for the comfort of our urban colonizers. The celia cruz throw up on lexington? Gone. 

So i thought it was especially important to start photographing the novelty and unique flavor that it so well known for. To capture what is still there, in the midst of unwanted change. To show the world, a wonderful landscape of old new york i will never forget. 

Various Photos All Taken in East Harlem, By Destiny Frasqueri 2015

concept: its 1995 and me and my bf benicio del toro are sharing Chinese takeout in our shitty spanish harlem apartment n he kisses me when he leaves to buy a pack of cigarettes from the bodega down the block