As I step outside of my home, I am constantly bombarded by an abundance of “For Sale” signs in my neighborhood. Every time I see an abandoned home, I ponder if the family that lived there left because they couldn’t afford to live in my city.
In Glendora, we do not grow up thinking deeply about economic inequality because the lullabies of financial comfort have put many of us to sleep. You assume your friends will be able to pay for their ticket when you go to the movies. You walk into homeroom and assume no one slept in their family’s car the night before.
“You need to learn how to code,” my father would tell me, after “Technology is the future. Make sure you’re a part of it.” “What about me?,” I would fume internally. What about my ability to create as a human, without the assistance of AI or technology?
A driver pulls into the Three Rivers Art Center parking lot, holding out two fingers representing the number of families they are picking up for. A line of volunteers drop full-sized boxes of produce into the driver’s open side door. “You sure you don’t want another box? It all needs to be gone, or it’ll go bad.”
But now with AI technology, my flame is being taken away from me again. AI programs have made things so much worse for artists as these programs can generate “art” pieces. AI is harming artists in the worst way possible. By stealing their art.
As a young adult who just graduated from Fresno State, I am constantly thinking about my next step in life. And I’m not just talking about my career moves. I am constantly thinking about my future housing needs.
Calafia is yli’s statewide youth policy journal that amplifies the narratives of young people on topics and issue areas important to them and their communities. This year’s Calafia Fellows are an exceptional bunch. Here are their stories.
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