A hidden secret in the city of LA on Washington off of Normandie. This cafe is GORGEOUS! (And healthy)
Funky Art is everywhere and everything is so well put together!! It feels super comfortable once you walk in and you can sit anywhere and order your self some lunch or breakfast!
There are games out for anyone to play and 8 tracks on display along with records and comic books. It’s like a little wonderland once you walk in! And there’s open mic nights!!
I have never seen any place like this in my area (Mid City) this coffee shop is the only one around and there’s nothing like it I’ve seen before!!
We need more places like this around here.
Blu Elefant stays open today (Labor Day) and caters to there customers we did this from scratch. They put the customers first. They want this to be a place where you remember your experience here not like a Starbucks where you grab your mocha then scram.
My mom the owner Inri and I continued talking for 20 minutes on how we need more places like these to bring the community together. 20-30 years ago nobody would come down here it was mainly gang territory but now it’s very different.
Very cute atmosphere and nice people. Open mic Monday’s!!:)
In this area it’s mainly upholstery and auto body stores but the Blu Elefant is one of the first to change that and make this area what it’s supposed to be, a community
Recently i had the great opportunity to write an article about what its like to be a young activist and interview some fellow activists my age for the Larchmont Chronicle magazine (which serves the areas of Hancock Park, Windsor Square, Fremont Place, Park La Brea, Larchmont Village and Miracle Mile) http://larchmontchronicle.com/
My interest in activism started early—I was only five when I attended the “Day Without Immigrants” march in 2006—but I was interested in what it means to other students my age. So I sat down with Heavlynne Richard, 14, and Jordan Cain, 15, to interview them on the topic.
I started by asking them what social issues currently have their attention.
“Definitely racism, feminism and LGBT issues,” says Jordan, who is a student at Los Angeles County High School for the Arts.
“For me,” says Heavlynne, “it’s Black Lives Matter! Racism is prevalent, and my family and I have experienced it directly.”
Heavlynne says her brothers have complained about racial profiling while they’re out with friends, and her father too: “Why do police pull over my dad—a security guard—when he did nothing wrong?” she complains.
I next asked them if they felt people take their activism seriously, being only 14 and 15 years old.
“Well, look what happened today,” says Jordan. “We made signs for the anniversary of Michael Brown’s death, which read ‘No Justice, No Peace’ and ‘Black Lives Matter.’ We held them up as we walked through the streets of L.A. and I was amazed by the response. Some yelled back ‘all lives matter’ while others gave us a thumbs up.”
Heavlynne says she recently attended West Adams Neighborhood Council’s “Storied Streets” screening and discussion on homelessness and was surprised by what she found.
“I learned there are myths about the homeless. People assume if someone is homeless it’s their fault. But the lack of affordable housing is the main reason. There are many homeless with college degrees, or veterans. Some worked all their life and had everything taken.”
“Then people shame them,” said Jordan, “by telling them to ‘just go to a shelter.’”
“Yes! But the thing is,” says Heavlynne, “those shelters are crammed! There are some who inflict cruelty on the homeless and then go post about it on social media; but tomorrow, those bullies could be in the same situation.”
The three of us chat for more than 40 minutes, and I leave feeling encouraged.
For me, activism is important because it helps people recognize what is going on in the world, and makes many topics public. This is our planet, and in order to make it a better place we need to get our hands dirty, whatever that means to you.
Because that’s what activism means to me: to be a part of the change you look for, not just the change you hope for.
Let’s keep making this world a better place.
Larsen, 15, is a student at Los Angeles County High School for the Arts, and is a self-proclaimed adolescent activist. Raised alongside her family business (an arts non-profit for youth), Lily serves on the Mayor’s Youth Advisory Council, helping to spread awareness for worthy causes. Her petition to end factory animal farming has garnered more than 15,000 signatures. You can follow Lily at adolescentactivist.com.
My first project as an activist began in kindergarten. The Million Man March happened up the street from my house – suddenly this wash of marchers in white t-shirts came up Wilshire Boulevard – I saw it from my Dad’s shoulders. It was like a wave….
I asked my parents what was happening. They told me that people were marching peacefully to say that they wanted to see changes in the way things were for them, their families, and their children. I wanted to know more about my neighbors from Mexico, South and Central South America.
At the ripe age of 5, I decided to interview people in my neighborhood who had emigrated to Los Angeles in their lifetime. I wanted to know what their stories were, and they were happy to talk to me and my mom.
Here are their stories:
Coffee House owner, Olvera Street
I was born in the city of Los Angeles,at the Los Angeles Hopspital which doesn’t exist anymore.
My father came from Guadalajara in the 1920s. They lived in a hacienda. My grandfather was an accountant estate for ranches during the Revolution. He knew he had to protect what he knew he to protect what we knew. He became at exporter.
My father became a citizen in Italy in the back of a truck in WW 2; FDR gave him his citizenship because he fought for the U.S. – this is how we became a U.S. citizen, so it’s ironic when people say all Mexicans came here illegally or jumped the border guard. That isn’t always the case.
What is unique and exciting about my community is that we are the majority now. I have confronted racism and ignorance and heard people say “Go back to Mexico” and my response to that would be that if you’re saying that, you need to do your homework and know the history of this area – because clearly—if you’re saying that, you don’t!
I don’t agree with the “Chicano” movement; I didn’t relate to it because they proclaim peace but the way they go about it, to me, isn’t working.
I have never been to my parents home in Guadalajara. I grew up in San Marino, CA.
waiter, Olvera Street
My name is Santiago. I am a waiter in Olvera Street.
and I came from Mexico City. Our house was adobe with Spanish Tile. I was here since 1986.
My favorite food is mole. I come from the mountains, like here.I was 17 hours walking here. I was alone, no amigos.
People must understand there is always a very good reason we would need to walk 17 hours, leaving our families behind to come to a strange place and take any job we can. We don’t wake up and decide this. If we want to help our families, this is the sacrifice.
I like the quality of life here, it’s better I miss my family the most.
I have no family here.
clerk in store downtown.
I was born in Sinaloa, the village is called Los Mochis. We moved here when I was 6 years old. . In Sinaloa, a train track was close to my house and the street was dirt and rocks.
The education here was why my parents moved us. We moved for the economy and for us to have a better life.
We all came together across the border. I remember running a lot in Tijuana. One time we almost died. There were rats and my brother got bit. But we made it here and we were so happy.
My culture is conservative; other cultures are more liberal.
My favorite food from where I grew up were the mangoes.
My name is Miguel. I came from Juanajuato. The sierras are green and a lot of water, the earth has much rain.
The economy is difficult, my family didn’t have shoes. The house was made of adobe with blocks – red color, hard ot make money.
There was no work. We starved a lot.
For 18 hours I walked to Rumorosa. It was difficult. Ten years ago. At times I worked and times I didn’t work. I was alone coming here, no friends. Now here I have a little friends.
My favorite food is Posole – mas fresca in Juanajuato. I like California. I am glad to be here. I miss my mother. She cries for me to come home, but she knows I can earn better wages here and it will help. I just want to help my family.
I never got the name of this Man
Although, I wish i had.
I am so grateful to have met these hardworking people and learn about them. I wish them all the best! Its been a decade since i have seen them!