Pack the bus
Courage mixed with outrage can create positive outcomes. When the mother of 3 school-age children came into my shelter office 20 years ago this week and asked for help getting her kids enrolled in their schools, I had no idea what she was starting.

My former life as a shelter director included fighting systems that oppressed those without homes. I felt the responsibility. After all, homeless shelters perpetuate the economic and systemic pressures that keep people down.

This mother, Tyeast, wasn’t asking for anything outrageous. A federal law, at the time called the McKinney Act, included provisions, albeit weak, to allow kids to stay in the school they attended when they became homeless. We found out how weak this law was in the subsequent months.

I contacted the school, but they were adamant. Her children were staying in a different district and needed to enroll in the school nearest the shelter. The quality of education was not the issue. It was stability. The kids’ lives had been upended enough by the trauma, and stigma, of moving into a shelter. Staying with their same friends, teachers and routines would be best. So we thought. So we fought.

When the school district sued the mother to keep the kids out, that took things to a higher level. We got an attorney to counter-sue. To court we all went. And we shared the story with the Chicagoland media, finding interest and behind-the-scenes sympathy.

In the 2 months of court activity, we learned a lot. This situation—the harm experienced by homeless kids uprooted due to homelessness had dreadful side effects, “A ‘rule of thumb’ is that it takes a child four to six months to recover academically after changing schools.” (Dr. Joy Rogers, Loyola University). The federal law was pathetically weak. Kids in this situation deserved better. So we naively set about getting a state law passed to strengthen the rights of homeless students. (The longer story, a fascinating one, is available in my book, Crossing the Line: Taking Steps to End Homelessness, and at this link).

In the 20 years since the passage of the Illinois Education for Homeless Children Act, many amazing things have happened. Over 10 years ago, the federal McKinney-Vento Homeless Education Act passed, and the federal law almost entirely mirrors our Illinois law. It clarified the responsibilities of schools to provide secure education to homeless children and youth. REACH, an 11-min video I made, explains the basics of the law and helps parents and youth in homeless situations advocate for their rights.

The back-to-school flurry is upon us. In every community, kids (and their parents) without homes and those without wherewithal (an estimated $635) struggle to get the stack of stuff required by their schools. Local efforts gallantly strive to help kids go to school prepared. My friend’s organization Operation Kid Equip, usually serves thousands of kids, making sure they’re well stocked for school. A disastrous flood destroyed most of their supplies a couple weeks ago, a big hit at a bad time.

Help is needed is to get word out to kids and their parents/guardians about this lifesaving law. Julianna, at the time mother of 4 school-age kids in the Phoenix area, had found herself unable to withstand the domestic violence. They needed to leave her abuser. But her kids made her promise 2 things: that she/they never return to him and that they didn’t have to change schools. The first promise was a no-brainer. The second, school stability, seemed daunting since the family was in the doubled-up mode of homelessness, bouncing from friend’s floors to other friends’ couches.

She lucked out, sharing her plight with a co-worker at her school who connected her with the district’s homeless liaison. When Julianna heard her kids could stay in their schools, get help with school supplies and transportation, and more, she felt her life had been saved. She would have likely ended up back in their violence-tainted home without the McKinney-Vento Act.

Over 1 million homeless school children/youth were identified last year. That doesn’t include parents, younger/older siblings, or those who haven’t appeared on the school’s radar screen. Shame, fear of losing their children, and ignorance of the law keeps too many kids out of school or in constant, unnecessary, motion.

Since it doesn’t appear we’re going to end homelessness anytime soon, the next best thing is to make sure the kids who are homeless get an education. Everyone can help:

  • Share the link to the free easy-to-understand REACH video;
  • Support back-to-school drives in your local community;
  • Watch and share the free 4-min trailer of My Own Four Walls, a potent 20-minute documentary featuring kids talking about homelessness and school (HEAR US, my organization); and
  • Advocate for social justice issues to ease the pain of families struggling to survive.

My life changed when Tyeast asked for help. Because of her courage, millions of kids experiencing homelessness would at least have a decent shot at getting an education. 

 

stressed family
Homelessness is a growth industry in Florida where “experts” get rich spewing what cities want to hear about homelessness: Tough love. They don’t need access to hygiene, restrooms and food. If you make them miserable they’ll leave. Make parents work harder (at minimum wage jobs) so they can afford a place to live. Kids don’t need parents (who must work 2+ minimum wage jobs to survive).

Can we give Florida back to Spain?

A growing number of Sunshine State communities have cobbled together resources to pay self-proclaimed experts to make life more miserable for homeless families and adults. Take Robert Marbut, whose website introduces him: “Robert G. Marbut Jr., Ph.D. First as a volunteer, then later as a City Councilperson and agency CEO, Dr. Robert Marbut has worked on homeless issues for over three decades…In 2007, frustrated by the lack of real improvement, and as part of the concept development for the Haven for Hope Campus, Dr. Marbut …developed The Seven Guiding Principles of Transformation.” Welcome, Dr. Marbut.

He blithely dismissed 60% or more of the homeless population—families—in his recent assessment of Sarasota’s homeless problem. Sarasota’s Herald-Tribune reporter Jessie Van Berkel wrote, “Halfway into a daylong inventory of Sarasota's homeless system, he had already spotted gaps. For homeless families, there is almost no place to go.” And this expert recommended they build a “new emergency shelter (that) would house people who get locked up for crimes associated with the homeless, such as drinking in public or panhandling.” Oh “those” people. But families?

The resort community acclaimed for their wealth, “Sarasota has more Park Place neighborhoods,” has a gap for homeless families. At high risk of homelessness: thousands in poverty, not to mention those experiencing domestic violence, foreclosures, divorce, unemployment, health issues and natural disasters. And Sarasota has one family shelter, the beleaguered Family Promise organization, that can handle a whopping 4-5 families at a time.

Gaps? I’d say. I sure wish this seemed more urgent, but it appears to me that Dr. Marbut was hired to further Sarasota’s reputation as unfriendly to homeless persons. Even before Mr. Marbut came a-calling, Sarasota was dubbed “meanest city” for their anti-homelessness activities. But back to families...

Over 900 school kids have been identified as homeless, most with families, in this posh community.

Ben Kunkel, director of the United Way’s 211 (information) call center, begged for help in dealing with homeless families. “…our few family shelters (now only 1) are full and the calls are escalating at alarming rates. Yesterday, 3 families with nowhere to stay walked into our call center.  It is very difficult for us at the 211 Hotline because we have nothing to offer, and can only listen to their desperation…” He added, “Last month, we received 27 calls from families in Sarasota living in their cars, with no place to park for the night, and many more calls from couples, afraid to admit their children are with them for fear of their being taken away.”

Sure sounds like more than a gap.

It gets worse. In December, the Salvation Army shuttered their family shelter, 5 rooms (12’ x 14’ with a bathroom) because of mold. They told families to call the beleaguered 211 hotline. Helpful.

Inspired by Dr. Marbut, The Army is thinking of resurrecting their shelter, but would compromise with the “expert’s” tough love recommendation of 5-7 nights maximum. They’d offer up to 2 weeks, down from their 8-week max in pre-mold days. Generous. And totally ridiculous to think families experiencing homelessness can jump through massive hoops to attain housing in 14 days.

Perhaps most disturbing is the SA commandant’s utter ignorance about the daunting poverty challenges facing families.  Major Ethan Frizzell’s “solution” to families not having sufficient income to afford housing,  “‘Here, what we need to focus on … a new class of housing, which is livable wage housing,’ Frizzell said. ‘If one of our residents is working two jobs in the area, they should be able to find a place to live within that livable wage.’”

I’d think he was kidding, but I’ve learned that these esteemed organizations tend to sometimes slip into insanity, like the SA family shelter that charges homeless families $60 weekly for services, according to a family member (who used to be a SA officer), who also shared, “My mom is one of their poverty wage workers who, sadly, has to collect the fees.... and had to pay the fee herself when she became ill, lost her house, and had to pay to stay in the same shelter she works in.”

 


Families facing homelessness as safety net collapses
Much can be said about the spot-on documentary “Two American Families” which aired recently on PBS. My dream: a mandatory screening for policymakers across the land so they could witness the deterioration of the American Dream. At the very least, I urge you to watch it.

Of particular value and interest is the rare look at the same families, Terry and Tony Neumann, Jackie and Claude Stanley, and their children over a period of 22 years. It’s a treasure trove of examples of what happens when poverty seeps in like water in the basement, gradually undermining the family foundation.

Milwaukee, a perfect choice—mid-sized All American City. Not Detroit, Los Angeles or New York. Middle-of-the-road Milwaukee, home of “It Doesn’t Get Any Better Than This” Old Milwaukee Beer, the proud city of brewskies, brats and once a bushel of union wage jobs.

The subject of abject poverty and its incessant side effects rarely gets a thorough, personal treatment. Watching the steady deterioration of the Stanley and Neumann families as their economic security dwindled was, to those of us who’ve worked in this “field” for too long, painfully predictable but worth the agony because it validated the true cost of our cheapskate economy where average wages have plunged since 1973.

For those puzzled by the decline of public schools, neighborhoods, the American worker, marriage, and life in general, let me connect the dots: when families fall apart as they tend to do when facing draconian financial ordeals, no matter one-parent or two, it gets ugly. The kids most typically struggle in school and at home. Neighborhoods feel the fallout, as do schools. A child’s potential, despite their parents’ best efforts to raise them with solid middle-class values, diminishes, often so gradually that no one knows their future’s gone till it’s too late, an element of the film that I was sadly glad they included.

“Two American Families” makes a pretty convincing case that if you weren’t born into the 1 percent, and a few things had gone wrong, there would’ve been no digging out for you, no matter how hard or for how long you worked. The film is infuriating. (Alex Pareene, Salon)

Alex Pareene’s (and my) painful reality check to the unenlightened: the safety net is not there. Gone. As cities and towns across America—with soaring poverty and unemployment—grapple with Sequestration, slashed revenues and decaying infrastructures, local governments can’t figure out what to do with those households whose economic foothold in the American Dream has been stomped on by union-busting, “compassionate” conservatives espousing self-sufficiency.

Contrary to the “family values” crowd, both sets of parents played by the rules. As they reinforced bedrock tenets—work hard, study and get a good education, go to church, help your neighbor, believe in the possibilities—it was excruciating to watch as their lifestyles dissolved with each job loss and creditor call. Pernicious poverty crushes family life like an empty beer can.

The foreclosure debacle was a huge factor in both families’ troubles, even in the mid-9os. Then as now, banks force the homeowners, in this case the Neumanns, with 24 years of payments on their modest home, to foreclose and turn around to sell it for next to nothing.

A potential solution is being tested that assertive municipalities could use to stem the foreclosure tide. Eminent Domain might actually work to stabilize neighborhoods and hold off the rabid banks. We better hurry.

Grossly dysfunctional government seems poised to make life even tougher for the down-and-out. Food stamp cuts loom like a Category V hurricane. Housing and other human service budgets are in the grip of the Sequester Monster. And other than Senator Bernie Saunders, Rep. Jim McGovern and a handful of others, few lawmakers demonstrate the balls to stand up to this carnage.

Why does of this “CEO” of HEAR US Inc., who lives and works out of a toasty little motorhome, continue to point out that  poverty and homelessness are unacceptable, or care about what happens to the middle class?

These two American families courageously demonstrated that it’s easy to become homeless and almost impossible to crawl out of this deep hole afflicting millions of our brothers and sisters. The American Nightmare: coming soon to a family you know and love. This is my wake-up call for you.

 

Sequester Victim
Hot summer days are for poolside lounging and hanging out somewhere cool with a refreshing beverage unless you’re one of the millions of evidently inconsequential chumps battered by the failure of Congress to do their job. The Sequester, according to the myopic Washington Post, lets the bulk of America waddle on in ignorance, unscathed by the faux calamity created by Obama.

Not so fast. Did they mention anything about the, um, less-financially-endowed (LFE)? Or those trying to keep the LFEs alive?

Nope.

The Post’s shortcomings were called to task by blogger Kathryn Baer. She gets it, “The Post‘s approach also minimizes sequester damages because it takes no account of the impacts of cuts agencies made to avert — or partly avert — the impacts they’d predicted.”

Evidently the teachers serving disabled students don’t deserve a WP mention. Nor do the teachers’ aides or expendable school staff who will also get their hours slashed or be sent packing. LFE students or parents won’t complain much either.

Homelessness and subsidized housing didn’t rate either, although shelters are pummeled by the 1-2 punch: summer crowds (yes, homelessness tends to soar in the summer when domestic violence increases and families and individuals are booted to the street because it’s not freezing cold) and slashed funds.

My friend Lesly runs Hope Haven, a hectic and respected shelter in DeKalb, IL. She reports a $20,ooo sequester-related shortfall. That’s a big chunk of change for those operating hand-to-mouth on shoestring budgets.

Holy Family shelter in Willimantic, CT recently contacted me with an urgent plea for funds because they will not be able to make payroll.

And I'd be negligent to ignore the reality that my nonprofit, HEAR US Inc., is experiencing. Sales of our DVDs and books to help schools and communities understand homelessness as it affects families have withered. Sequester related? You betcha!

Families exiting homelessness with the hope of finding a place to live are typically helped by subsidized housing, aka Section 8 or rental vouchers. A quick scan of news stories related to sequester cuts and housing vouchers turns up a slew of dire headlines, like this Houston story where up to 10,000 families will feel the pain. Imagine the dismay of being told your housing assistance, the difference between homelessness and independence, is being yanked as you were on the way out the shelter door.

The Post’s blithe dismissal of minimal cuts to the plethora of federal agencies, “the ‘meat cleaver’ of sequestration often became a scalpel. It spared crucial programs but cut second-tier priorities such as maintenance, information technology, employee travel and scientific conferences,” misses the fact that someone depends on their paycheck for doing these jobs. For example, the cuts to conferences trickle down and smack the hotel maids, food servers, etc.

One force, albeit greatly diminished, in the poverty struggle is media. Hats off to AlterNet for their continued comprehensive coverage, including the comprehensive  Hard Times USA series!

This spring I jumped on the New York Times for their lack of coverage. Word trickled up to Margaret Sullivan, their public editor. I was surprised to hear from her, and delighted that she at least broached the issue of mainstream media’s dearth of poverty coverage, confirming that the NYT was guilty as charged. I wasn’t the only one harping and evidently the issue resonated much louder than expected.

One meager but worthwhile strategy in advocating for LFE populations is to engage media. Over the years I’ve developed invaluable relationships with decent humans who work for less-than-decent media conglomerates. I’m willing to apply this strategy to the recent WP’s pathetic sequester coverage.

So here's a little something we all can do: Let’s email the writers of the story and urge them to cover the LFE viewpoint as impacted by The Sequester.

Social media gives us the tools to organize movements to improve our world. Fostering awareness and understanding of how draconian economic policies affect the LFEs will not change the world overnight, but it will shine a light on the bigger story. Then you can enjoy a guilt-free cold one poolside on a hot summer day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Obama Shirts or Obama Fans?
I stood off to the side as my friend Sister Afra brushed off the dirt on the little boy’s sleeve. I listened as she lovingly scolded him in Swahili, the tone and his chagrin translating the universal words.

She explained to me that he disappeared, missing “class,” the daily informal gatherings of ragtag neighborhood kids intent on learning English during winter break. He has no family; he showed up on the doorsteps of this former government building now being converted into a primary school and dorm for young children in Sumbawanga, Tanzania.

I landed in this far western Tanzanian city because of my involvement with Friends of Imiliwaha NFP, a U.S.-based nonprofit supporting health care and educational needs in Tanzania. I met Afra as she studied for 8 years at Benedictine University in Lisle, IL. She’s back in her home country, with 2 graduate degrees in education and incalculable determination, to build and operate a school.

My friends Helen and Julie scraped and caulked windows while I filmed and photographed. Obviously mine was the “cushier” job, although the task of film and photo editing will last longer than it takes them to get the varnish stains out of their fingernails. The thousands of images I captured have changed my mind about poverty and what we can do about it.

Long after President Obama’s whirlwind tour to Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania, poverty and corruption will continue their strangleholds on this nation. I find myself with less answers and more questions about macro level dilemmas. Fortunately micro efforts like Afra’s, and the dedication of Friends of Imiliwaha and that of countless other worthy groups, have inspired me immensely, renewing my courage to face the world of domestic family and youth homelessness in my nonprofit HEAR US Inc.

It’s easy to dismiss whole countries for their backward and bumbling civilization. Certainly our experience with haphazard electricity and plumbing in Tanzania would color my review of this nation if not for the deeper picture we were privileged to see—encounters between teacher and student, orphan and health care provider, mourners and comforters.  Those images are now in my hands challenging me to share the bigger story.

As in the US, poverty has a chokehold on Tanzania and all developing countries. What enables it to grasp and stifle entire nations is the same—corruption, greed, political dysfunction, disregard for human value, and lack of educational opportunities. Counteracting these evils, in America or across the seas—intrepid integrity, selflessness, education and holding government’s feet to the fire, among other things.

Overwhelming, I know. But the level of difficulty does not daunt people like Afra who see the possibilities in both the discarded young people showing up on their doorsteps and the dilapidated buildings donated by the desperate local authority.

Impossible? I might think so if I hadn’t seen the backbreaking labor and faith-filled fortitude shaping both the foundation of new classrooms and the molding of a compassionate and capable institution to serve the educational needs of this community. Here’s a 5-min. video I made to illustrate these efforts.

How do mere mortals approach such a challenge? I take great inspiration in the words of Rachel Naomi Remen, MD, best-selling author and respected lover of humankind, who points out:

“So perhaps change is less about fixing a broken world and more about uncovering hidden wholeness in all events, all organizations and all people and remembering our personal power to make a difference... Everyone and everything has in it a seed of a greater wholeness, a dream of possibility. Perhaps what I once saw as ‘broken’ or ‘lacking’ might just as easily be seen as the growing edge of things.”

The little boy chided for missing class receives the same gift as the truant student in the alternative school pulled aside and compassionately called to task, as the struggling mother facing insurmountable challenges nudged to reach for higher aspirations. Someone cares. Someone’s going to walk the walk with you. Someone knows life is tough. Someone believes in you.

Is it as “simple” as the change-seeker striving to uncover seeds of possibility in the person beleaguered by unbearable injustice and oppression? Sure beats any plan devised by the nefarious capitalists.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Families Stick Together in Homelessness
Happy Mother’s Day.

Flowers, candy, breakfast in bed, and beautiful kid-drawn cards. But if any of those mothers happens to be low income with a serious health issue, they might be celebrating their last Mother’s Day with their families.

“Stacy,” of my widely circulated March 11 Hard Times story, recently shared gruesome news with me. She’s been diagnosed with cervical cancer and needs surgery, an $8,000 procedure. Trouble is, New Mexico is one of those budget-conscious states that thinks they can balance their budget on the cervixes of mothers who scramble stalwartly to keep their kids alive and out of child protection custody.

Stacy and her mother-dependent young children are mired in that category despite her exemplary parenting skills. Single adults and parents with “too much” income are ineligible for medical care.

Motherhood and apple pie don’t hold any importance in NM, and too many other states, if the mothers are poor. The Nation’s Greg Kauffman observes, “With so many employed single mothers earning poverty wages, the lack of income support programs and health care in the US completes what is seemingly a perfect storm of financial insecurity.” When you look at full-time mothers like Stacy, who cares for her 7 children with aplomb but limited income, meager child support and minimal welfare, the storm intensifies.

My web research for leads or answers for Stacy got bogged down in Obamacare dysfunction. Maybe the Affordable Care Act will be fine and dandy, but finding info on what states offer for people in poverty is less than satisfying. “Health care, coming soon!” boasts the New Mexico government website. Yeah, soon, just what you want to hear when you have a medical crisis today.

State governments, rebelling over the fed’s intrusion into their statewide healthcare fiefdoms, are working hard to thwart the inevitable, a semblance of affordable health care availability to those who fall outside the Medicaid boundaries. Caught in this power struggle: millions of parents and adults whose lives evidently mean nothing.

Infuriating me further were the websites that lure the desperate seeker in by their promises. If you’re not overwhelmed by crisis and you have a modicum of ability to ferret out truth from sales pitches, you get spoon-fed pabulum that a sixth grader could have compiled with a tad more honesty. “The only problem is that healthcare insurance plans are not always the most affordable and are actually often overly priced and expensive. Because of this, you may not have insurance for you and your children but there are options. You can apply for Medicaid in the state of New Mexico which would ultimately help you to get health insurance for your children and yourself.” Bull feathers.

Do the math: $8,000 “retail” for the procedure by the doctor who’s not telling my friend about the possibility of getting Medicaid assistance. She’ll check with Planned Parenthood and the NM Human Service Department that boasts “Serving 1 in 3.” What does that mean? I’m not going to even guess. Worst case, Stacy gets no treatment and dies. I’m sorry, but that’s what happens when cancer runs rampant.

Then the state has 7 children to place in foster care. What cost to the state? What cost to her children?

The U.S. ranks so embarrassingly low when it comes to health care for women in poverty that our national knuckles drag. Kaufmann points out that “Prior to welfare reform in 1996, for every 100 families with children living in poverty, sixty-eight received cash assistance; but by 2010 that ratio dropped to just twenty families. States have discretion to determine eligibility and time limits, so there are virtually fifty different systems. In a majority of states, the benefit levels have fallen below 30 percent of the official poverty line—so less than $6,000 for a family of three.”

OK, upside. Let’s see. Well, Stacy has a support network of sorts, a mother and friends who will take care of her kids while she recovers from surgery, if she gets it. And they have a humble home. That’s better than homeless families who struggle to cope with a medical emergency that knocks the parent down for the count. Although some places are starting to put together a plan to keep the kids out of foster care, you can bet the “perfect storm” that Kaufmann refers to brews in the stormy seas of homeless and impoverished Motherly Love. 

Mountains of stuff lined streets in suburban Chicago this April as residents cleared out soggy basements and houses soaked by billions of buckets-full of spring rains.

Having survived 2 household floods, I could only feel pity for those schlepping gross stuff up steep and slippery basement steps out to the curb.

Stuff. We’ve got lots of it. And safely storing it has created a $22 billion industry, the darling of commercial real estate, self-storage. Unbeknownst to most is the connection between stuff, self-storage and homelessness.

American houses expanded from about 900 sq. ft. in the early 1950s to over 2,400 sq. ft. today.  The buy-buy mentality, aka stimulating the economy, provided the perfect Petri dish for creating an industry that takes up space bigger than 3 Manhattans (not the drinks). Every man, woman and child could stand under the collective storage industry roof, all of 2.3 billion square feet.

So much for statistics. The human story is more interesting, though dismaying.

On our Babes of Wrath tour, we met Lupe. This hard-working mother and her family became homeless when a water leak caused the City to condemn their apartment. Her motel housekeeping paycheck wasn’t enough to rent another place right away, so they hunkered into a motel, shoving their stuff into a storage unit. ( Lupe’s 4-min. YouTube interview)

Good intentions were not enough to pay for both the motel room—the vital roof over the family’s head—and the storage unit—the safe spot for their stuff. Lupe listed the inventory, the obvious: reasonably expensive sectional couches, dining room table and cabinet holding heirloom dishes, flat screen TVs, etc. Her voice broke, however, as she ran down the list of the irreplaceable personal items: family bible, photo albums, kids’ art work, school photos and health records, grandma’s knitted afghan, and sensitive personal documents.

Storage Wars, the brutal reality show focuses on the aftermath of the storage unit lockout, when a renter falls behind on the monthly rent ($50+ plus stiff daily fines). The lock gets cut and their stuff goes to the highest bidder, sometimes in as little as 15-days after the last missed payment.

“You snooze, you lose,” you might be thinking. Think again. It’s not just a matter of your nice furnishings being auctioned for pennies on the dollar. The previous tenant loses more than just the obvious furniture.

Picture the state of mind in the pre-evacuation household. It could be eviction, flood, domestic violence, fire, or condemnation of the building. Panic, dread, stress, not a good combination for clear thinking. Shove stuff in garbage bags and boxes, pile precious belongings into whatever vehicle available, and find the cheapest place possible, suckered by the $1 loss-leader first month rent.

Cram stuff into the 10x10 storage space, pull down the overhead door, snap on the lock, then go find a place to stay. In the unit: sensitive personal possessions with no value to anyone other than nefarious creatures.

IDs, birth certificates, bank documents, medical and tax record—probably not sorted out and carefully stored in the move—become a treasure trove of potentially disastrous materials.

Personally valuable stuff, with little-to-no market value: photo albums, kids’ school pictures, family keepsakes, vacation souvenirs, etc. will get tossed into the dumpster. Gone.

Lupe, income-challenged after a few weeks in the motel, decided to pull the plug on their stuff, unable to keep up with the $30 a day fine added to their arrearage. “A roof over our heads is more important than our stuff,” she stoically stated, as tears started rolling from the corner of her eyes.

The loss of the sensitive documents (and other stuff with limited value except to the owner) is a huge issue. Try to replace identification, or prove your case to the IRS, or piece together your family history, or pass on your family bible or heirloom to your children. The collateral damage in storage wars may not seem significant, except to the biggest losers.

HEAR US, my nonprofit, is taking steps to ease the pain.

  • The Babes of Wrath are drafting legislation to give locked-out tenants a chance to retrieve the sensitive personal stuff before it gets auctioned. Our website has info.
  • We’ve got an online survey that will gauge renters’ experiences with lockouts.
  • We’ve created a 1-page awareness sheet to remind renters of lockout perils and offered simple steps to help.
  • We’ll stir up awareness to enlighten the clueless about how homelessness happens.

Maybe someday Storage Wars will do a show on how these auctions inflict deep pain and suffering on the owner of the stuff that gets tossed and sold. From all indications, that number will soar as poverty rises like floodwaters, with millions of lives in shambles. 

 

 

 

 

Baby_sitter
Within 3 minutes of sitting down for a haircut at one of those places that asks for everything but your social security number to cut your mop, I heard about 2 more homeless families, known to my hairdresser-de-jour. We’re not talking a ghetto area either; DuPage (IL) is ranked 57th wealthiest county in the country.

So, can we quit being distracted wrangling over the homeless definition issue and start really doing something about it?

Embarrassing truth be told, how to define homelessness has been a time-consuming hassle for years. Those of us who’ve worked with homeless families and youth, more so those who are in that deplorable situation, would point to the stark reality: millions of families, youth and adults, don’t qualify as “literally homeless,” HUD’s extremely narrow definition including those on the streets or HUD funded shelters, thereby excluding them from what little help is available. Foreclosure crisis, poverty’s rise, economic meltdown and decades of government cutbacks be damned….

More people who have lost housing (isn’t that at the crux of homelessness?) are doubled-up (or worse) with others, staying in motels, campgrounds, vehicles, storage units, or otherwise in unsheltered conditions. The U.S. Department of Education uses the more realistic definition. Schools have identified a record number of 1,031,069 homeless students. That’s probably about half, but it’s at least a good, hard number, albeit excluding include younger or older siblings and parents.

One longtime opponent of expanding the definition is Dennis Culhane, professor at University of Pennsylvania.

The latest edition of a respected journal, CQ Researcher (www.cqresearcher.com), comprehensively explored the issue of homeless students. In it, Professor Culhane made his position known on the homeless definition issue, as did my friend, colleague and public policy director of the National Association for the Education of Homeless Children and Youth, Barbara Duffield.

Culhane points out, “…Eligibility does not automatically entitle the homeless to housing, income or services, so expanding the definition without expanding the resources would effectively leave many more people with little or nothing.”

To which I respond, “Well, duh.”

Seriously, expanding the pathetic $2 billion to something in the neighborhood of $20 billion to address homelessness is critical. The cost of not doing so, in long-term and short-term harm done to children and youth is incalculable. For those interested in the issue of homeless children, youth and families, the Institute of Children, Poverty and Homelessness just released their comprehensive American Almanac of Family Homelessness.

How do we make a case with our dysfunctional Congress about the need for additional resources if we keep the number artificially (and I’d add immorally) deflated at HUD’s delirious 635,000 or so?

I just can’t picture House Speaker Boehner and Senate President Reid deciding to compassionately expand funding.

The definition issue has been going ever since the 1987 enactment of the McKinney Act, the federal approach to homelessness. Since then, government slash-and-burn tactics have pushed millions of babies, toddlers, children, teens, young adults and parents and single men and women to the streets, with HUD concentrating, with mixed results, on the most visible minority, “chronically” homeless adults.

Their seeming refusal to help vulnerable kids and families escape the danger and discomfort of homelessness baffles me. Marcia Clemmitt, author of one of the CQ stories, explores why the HUD numbers and DOE numbers are so vastly different. Culhane, she writes, believes HUD’s declining homeless census is attributed to trained observers and a slight bump of Obama stimulus spending.

Culhane dismisses the education numbers garnered by school district homeless liaisons documenting homeless students and families self-reporting. I’d point out that they’re looking at the whites of the eyes. And if more overworked liaisons did their jobs better,  the school numbers would likely be doubled. Real people. Documented.

And, for the record, as I travel under my HEAR US banner and talk with local do-gooders—the shelter staff whose HUD-funded shelters struggle with the human tsunami—I constantly hear how the vaunted Point-In-Time count is little more than a shot in the dark required to satisfy HUD’s requirements. Trying to make it sound like anything more is disingenuous.

Can we quit the war of numbers? Can we as a nation admit we have a problem? Can we count the millions of our sisters and brothers who languish without a place to call home instead of quibbling dispassionately about who’s “literally” homeless?

We’ve made incremental progress, certainly not enough if you’re standing at the outside looking in. I’d suggest a week without a home for the ivory tower denizens. A reality check. Those not “literally homeless” could teach a thing or two. If that doesn’t work, I’ll point you to Maggy, my hair stylist.

I received this desperate plea this morning. I offered to share my SpeakEasy space with my friend, Jan. To Diane Nilan: Please put this homeless tunnel story on your blog. If you can't, maybe tell the AlterNet people. Maybe they could tell the White House? If you can't do that, just leave it in some church on your drive across the America. OK? Somebody will see it. Someone big. I know it. They'll do something. Light a candle. Think good thoughts, especially for the Tunnel People, wherever they went. Janyce Hamilton
 
What's left of America
The U.S. proposes funding 100 million to lasso a small asteroid to bring it to the moon to test if it will orbit the moon. In the future, there could be threats to earth, so we'll be needing to lasso in space. Future global preservation is on everyone's minds. There's one problem. Current preservation of human lives is not on anyone's mind.  Is it just me with this awkward question: is it too late to switch the lasso proposal for that 100 million for a sure thing now? It's those scared homeless children and their folks that bother me. How about the $100 million proposal being for guaranteed safety of shelter? No, it's not done now, like everyone is convinced it is. It's never been done in America. Like the game of telephone, a rumor started that still goes on that homeless people "choose not to go to one of the unlimited shelters offered and funded for them." This is one of those stubborn myths told and retold among Americans decade after decade. 
And I love America and Americans, but this whole thing is bothering me.
I finally had to say something after reading a news report today about a community of Missouri homeless families in America, the greatest country on earth. They got the hint that no one will be funding their rescue in Missouri or in Washington, DC. They knew they were on their own. Like explorers landing on the shores of a new land, they got to work. They should be on Donald Trump's TV show or Survivor, for they transformed into entrepreneurs. That's right, homeless entrepreneurs. Their business? To build a humble version of the American Dream. Very humble. They got creative in order to care for their own, to "think outside the cardboard box."  A little background: All homeless people learn it is against city ordinances to stop moving and sit for too long in one place, for this lingering has been redefined as "illegal camping" on public property (if you can make sense of that, you might use words like "freedom" and "justice for all" without feeling a nagging sense of pretending everything is fine).  Back to the news report that stopped me in my tracks. This homeless community tried a novel idea in Kansas City: hand-digging pits in the ground. If you have small children, nieces or nephews, you'd try anything too to give them a homebase if you lived outdoors. Treehouses are easily visible. Tunneling was their last resort.  Sequestration type cutbacks ensure that government shelters remain things of the past; foodstamp-type plastic cards are the consolation prizes. But not so fast--no plastic food card without an address. Homeless? Sorry, no address, no food.  Imagine you are someone with children. They cry, they beg, they're hungry. You sneak to farm bins to steal some cattle grain to feed them, or shoplift a loaf of bread, risking being unable to return with food or ever from being arrested. Think about that. Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys anymore?It's gets confusing. Here's the end of the story about the underground homeless camp. Officers and elected officials didn't hesitate virtually bulldozing the entire underground community encampment. No matter that it was dug with desperate clawing hands, parents and kids and concentration, together in one last act to save themselves. Janyce Hamilton
The writer is a DuPage County, Illinois, PADS childcare volunteer, whose first book The Awkward Principle was just published.

 

One teen inmate in Flagstaff detention ponders
One brown-skinned young expert shared her story of months’ long isolation in solitary confinement, incredibly reflecting on her hope for the future. One brown-skinned young advocate-wanna-be shared her dream to really do something about our nation’s, or at least Mayor Bloomberg’s, apathy toward those locked in the tentacles of poverty and homelessness.

My insightful friend Pat LaMarche pointed out that my recent presentation at The Calhoun School in NYC offered a fascinating contrast with our February Babes of Wrath visit to the Flagstaff juvenile detention center. In common, teen girls viewed the documentary on the edge: Family Homelessness in America.  But Arizona’s incarcerated, impoverished and beleaguered teens were light years away from the upper crust, but impressively compassionate, Calhoun girls.

Arizona’s Indian reservations and other enclaves of poverty provide hardscrabble lessons on how to get ahead, or at least survive to escape. Elite and expensive schools like Calhoun tend to immerse students into the curriculum of what the rest of the world sees as success.

What we need more of, in all schools and in homes (for those who have them), imparting lessons on the meaning of true success. That curriculum would include the importance of assuring that all people possess and are entitled to dignity, including having food to eat, a place to live, and access to affordable and decent care—for their children and their physical and mental health. Those rights were clearly spelled out in the much-ignored United Nations’ (go ahead, read ‘em!) Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

For a stark reminder of how entrenched in poverty our wealthy nation is, we go to The Nation, where Greg Kaufmann recently rattled off a bleak report card, including:

  • Twice the poverty level (less than $46,042 for a family of four): 106 million people, more than 1 in 3 Americans.
  • Jobs in the US paying less than $34,000 a year: 50 percent.
  •  Jobs in the US paying below the poverty line for a family of four, less than $23,000 annually: 25 percent.
  • Poverty-level wages, 2011: 28 percent of workers.
  • Low-income families that were working in 2011: More than 70 percent.
  • Families receiving cash assistance, 1996: 68 for every 100 families living in poverty.
  • Families receiving cash assistance, 2010: 27 for every 100 families living in poverty.
  • Impact of public policy, 2010: without government assistance, poverty would have been twice as high—nearly 30 percent of population.

I suspect the Calhoun students might not grasp the painful reality of what these statistics mean. I know the young inmates in Flagstaff could teach graduate level courses on poverty, hunger, homelessness, medical deprivation, child sex abuse, and the hopelessness. These girls are perceptive enough to realize that without a miracle, they’ll be stuck in this mire for the rest of their statistically shortened life. Fortunately, what Pat and I witnessed was a fairly unique and quite impressive effort to make the time spent in detention really worthwhile.

My daunting task the other day: How to bridge the gap for the privileged girls of NYC’s who’s-who so they could grasp the reality of a growing number of young people—homelessness and abject poverty? I gave it my best shot. Fascinating how I ended up at this school….

My friends and Columbia University professors Markus Redding and Heidi Horsley, have a son, Alexander. He shared his dad’s on the edge DVD with Debbie Aronson, the conscience of Calhoun. Debbie heard I was coming to NYC and maneuvered her schedule to fit mine.

The 7 women in OTE, a documentary I made in partnership with Laura Vazquez, media professor at Northern Illinois University, give their riveting perspectives of homelessness, honed in painful experiences. I’d like to think viewers would be unable to watch this film and walk away unchanged.

I showed the film at the Flagstaff detention center. Ms. Aronson showed it to her hunger and homelessness class.Both groups were affected.

Discussions with these students—those imprisoned and those in privilege—were insightful. The girls in the orange t-shirts shared painfully shocking accounts of their experiences. The girls in the trendy garments of today’s youth shared their desire to address systemic causes of the injustice of poverty and homelessness.

As a filmmaker and advocate, my wildest dream is that the excruciatingly honest renditions offered by the OTE 7 will prod viewers to harangue policymakers—Mayor Mike Bloomberg, President Obama, HUD Secretary Shaun Donovan, and others—to realize that ignoring the growing number of homeless families and individuals is to grow the underclass.

My challenge to readers who want to do something constructive to help homeless families: get a copy of on the edge (an affordable $30+$6 postage) gather an audience, and let the 7 women take over. You’ll see what happens when experts share their stories. Then take that newly-honed compassion and put it to work. Let me know what happens.