Ruby Pittman

While I have little lessons to learn hear about the atrocities that occur for well meaning people in Long Beach, I have no more lessons to even learn from my mother in how sick deals are still stroke to marginalize (literally put in margins) Him (white Dave), hoping for a caddy reaction yet receiving utter logic and reasoning, told me: “We do not want your business here.” at the 24 Hour Fitness in Long Beach, CA. I left the establishment with my composure in tact and in strolling here to this “Bob Foster Civic Chamber,” my mom still managed to call me back and further stressed herself (let’s not discredit her shall we but hinting she needs the help y’all do!) to coax me into making their mistakes right for them… while SHE is paying them her hard earned money. To the neighbors who heard me expressing myself that also threatened to call the cops and fielded it through yet another strong black woman, please just do it next time since you’re so well learned in making shit up for which you have no context for and creating systems to protect your own biological inclination toward self-preservation above community harmony. I raised my voice to help shield my mother from the grief of losing the mother of the dog’s. I add that if that sparks any joy to some of your pitch cold hearts so involved in fields you continue to falsely ice us out of anyways. I am still reminded that where I lay my head for full night’s slumber on a comfortable couch, resting across from my Grandmother and Mother, that former Mayor Bob Foster broke ground right below our unit. There are no other signs of deceit, than deals made with people wired to not gamble with life… I can only speak for myself now. In active participation to the dying “breeds” of this city I also grounded today by playing Jenga since you may wonder what techniques and secrets you can glean from me handling collamity calmly… or if you fail that game too with yourselves, you will try to fabricate something wrong with me. Two options, non of them viable at this point... Good luck (if you’re Irish (???)) and everyone else (who grasps or gasps to read this like town herold gossip with absolutely no offering of peace other than fabrication based on my facts): no harm, no foul, and yes, words still matter. Ending it on a positive note. Everyday is anew educational experience, /s/ Ruby Rosetta Pittman

??A good look today at the vision of Olive Court Homeowner's Association: ??https://lnkd.in/gMzWayrh ??It’s over I can’t code getting to a specific attribute on the page… via link… and is the link even hyper anymore? Lmao. ??I am featured under my mother’s name as I remember even at even nine-years old putting my name and integrity of participating in safe community building on the line for my community even though I was unjustly surveilled for where my recompense for waking up and wielding this position for good is now threatened to be taken away from me. “????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????” <— Frequently Used emojis! For how much neighbors are currently decentralized utilizing a group chat that I’m not even apart of nor probably can join for how honest and a-competitive I am, I truly wish this commune all the best as I figure out my path out that doesn’t involve being involved with anything to do with a listed requirement for those pesky “free phones”… ????♀?I may be getting my Shwinn bike of the garage today to see what’s up being back and all. ??TLDR: Before Dewey Oderick Mays III infiltrated 313 #3, I felt safe! …P.s. Please look at the acronym again of the first capitalized letters above and elongate the word it spells, before I have to eat minerally-unaware shit for still #Trying to protect yours and possibly having the least attachment on a basis of monetary value but instead of human life (and literally concrete plans for a GATHERING) in our complex… Respectfully and With Warmth, /s/ Ruby Rosetta Pittman

Wow! This is Ruby P. here. I just had a pleasant chat with the neighbor from 333. At 313 albeit it’s touch and go, I’m thankful for those on the front lines like my Mother, who is the current HOA Board President. The haha moment is that titles clearly don’t matter obvi! I’m not even in the gc and no one tells me anything; I even made a sign to put signs on the bulletin board but due to my mom and me’s mother-daughter dynamic which is often immaturely sniffed upon for people that should be respecting her Authority, it had to be taken down even though it was a clear call for healthy level-setting engagement in this community of Olive Court. Her, Ruby M. Arrington’s, commitment to diligence with maternal instinct to respect nature however, does remain true (and without her coaxing for this message, simply nature calling and saying “Hey girl hey! Let’s reset! Let’s go!” Look at our plants; a neighbor even took photos with our plants! My Grandmother scrubbing reminds me I need to be more secure when I talk and that albeit we have parasitic conditions afoot, that with some form of a savior to exterminate where we are unscathed and better yet, get wealth, that we too will reach our olive pit and rejoice being fed grapes (for the tannins of course in the sun that courses through the palms—on sight! ??) What am I talking about………. No one follows this of course, Why do we keep putting our names on stuff we didn’t do? Because we’re leaders and trying to figure out what coverage means ??, Please revere me if you see this in my network: “how does she balance HOA with liiiiike everything else going on rn?!?” Pls… catch me outside literally w a t e r i n g t h e p l a n t s m e d i t a t i n g e a t i n g a s w e e t t r e a t ?? /s/ Ruby Rosetta Pittman

Thank you to all who came out to our 19th Street beautification project. Amazing turnout and a fun time. Photos attached. ?