Support BLM Activist and Musician in NYC

***FUNDRAISER NO LONGER ACTIVE, PLEASE GIVE TO ANOTHER ACTIVIST IN NEED***

My name is Gabbie Jackson and I’m a creator, musician, and activist.


I have been rent striking since April, originally in solidarity but now out of necessity. I’ve currently taken adverse possession (squatters rights) of my apartment and before doing so all of my roommates had moved on at/before the end of the lease. Prior to the pandemic I managed a boutique gym and when I asked them to close before the law required I was called a bitch and fired the next day. In an email. The gym has reopened and I have not been offered my salaried position back.


So, I am on unemployment. Because of Trump’s cuts I receive less than a quarter of my pre-pandemic income. I hate to have to ask because I know there are some people out there who are receiving nothing at all, but I can’t survive on what I’m receiving. I really have tried to make it work, but it’s not livable.


Between the cost of living in the city, transportation to protests and other events & meetings, my phone bill (which has been double each month because of Cricket’s exploitative Bridge Pay model), and pouring much of my money into efforts to establish a community garden and convert my home into a community hub while I have it and create high-caliber art, videos, and content to help bring the cause to the forefront of public consciousness, I have completely run out of funds for food and my phone has been off all week. I literally have a dollar in my bank account until I get my next unemployment deposit next Wednesday.


I can’t attend rallies and protests and community events because I can’t find them without data, which renders me unable to document/film. If I do go, I risk arrest because I can’t pay the fare and have to jump turnstiles.


I can’t afford new data storage solutions (external hard drives) for the moments I do film and photograph because just one 1/2TB ext hard drive costs nearly $100. I have suffered major data losses as well as a result of not having the ability to expand and advance my data backup game. 


I can’t pay for internet because when my roommates moved out, they took the modem with them.


I have had less money for food, so as my body shrinks my wardrobe has become ill-fitting, but I can’t afford to 1) eat more or 2) get clothes that fit.


I certainly can’t afford the therapy I need to process all of these immediate stressors or the recent traumatic experiences that have come up as a result of being a BLM organizer known to law enforcement who has been targeted and surveilled, so I find myself unable to function at the level I feel I ought to some days due to my depression and anxiety.


As far as the community garden I’m establishing with hopes of feeding those similarly in need in my area, while still in the early phases of prepping + painting + building out planters, I find myself unable to obtain the seeds, or soil, or shelving, or tools I need to expand the operation. It troubles me that if I am unable to do so, then my efforts so far would have all been for nothing, really.


I have some trouble asking for help when I need it; mutual aid is not a concept I grew up understanding. 


But as I look to the days ahead and to the next few weeks and months ahead, as I try to figure out how to spread what little food I have over the next five days between now and when my next unemployment deposit hits, I accept that I can’t.



I can’t do this alone and I need help.



I need the assistance of my community in this moment.



I need $123 to turn my phone on before I lose my phone number, I would appreciate enough to buy a Metrocard for the month, and I need money to feed myself.


Anything additional will go towards my continued artivism and food justice activist efforts. 


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