treeguy64
Hari Om, y'all!
- Location
- Austin, TX.
In posting about a scammer, a few hours ago, I've been given pause to think of the bigger picture concerning panhandlers, scammers, street people: those who make up a good part of the ever-increasing homeless population around the world.
In Austin, our homeless situation is starting to rival San Francisco's: We have mini tent cities under major overpasses, we have hobo camps that ring our city. The filth is building up, and Austin can't keep up with it.
As a kid, I was told about certain cities in India where people are born, live, fornicate, defecate and die on the streets, never having a home of their own. I could compartmentalize that hell as being far away from me, far away from the safe, clean streets of my hometown, Chicago. (Yes, that's very different now, too.)
I never dreamt that I'd be living in a city where I've now seen all of the squalid, sorted conditions I imagined being in India, as a youngster. Only a few months ago, as I drove along our major expressway, I-35, I saw a bum squatting and defecating on the embankment, right in the downtown area! I can't un-see that, unfortunately.
What is the answer, as you see it? I used to think that all of the homeless should be run out of town. Where would they go? Austin wants to give them large shelters with free apartments. I suspect many, if not most, would still prefer the streets. Some have actually said the same, in interviews.
What should we do? This is not something that is going to go away, on its own. By the numbers, every city will soon have to deal with the homeless. Their numbers are growing, and they can't be ignored.
When I got to Austin, in '78, there was a guy who I always saw walking the streets. He was clean, but obviously "touched." I bought him a cup of coffee, one morning, and felt good: I had helped Austin's token homeless guy. Then, there was a guy with a "Hungry, will work for food," sign. I watched him work a very busy intersection, day after day. One day, I followed him, after his "shift." He ended up going into his apartment in a nearby complex. It was not a shabby complex, at that. He was a scammer. I was shocked.
Now, very little phases me: The homeless are everywhere. Even as they've become partly invisible, because I'm now so used to them, I know something is going to have to give. What will that be? THAT, is the question!
In Austin, our homeless situation is starting to rival San Francisco's: We have mini tent cities under major overpasses, we have hobo camps that ring our city. The filth is building up, and Austin can't keep up with it.
As a kid, I was told about certain cities in India where people are born, live, fornicate, defecate and die on the streets, never having a home of their own. I could compartmentalize that hell as being far away from me, far away from the safe, clean streets of my hometown, Chicago. (Yes, that's very different now, too.)
I never dreamt that I'd be living in a city where I've now seen all of the squalid, sorted conditions I imagined being in India, as a youngster. Only a few months ago, as I drove along our major expressway, I-35, I saw a bum squatting and defecating on the embankment, right in the downtown area! I can't un-see that, unfortunately.
What is the answer, as you see it? I used to think that all of the homeless should be run out of town. Where would they go? Austin wants to give them large shelters with free apartments. I suspect many, if not most, would still prefer the streets. Some have actually said the same, in interviews.
What should we do? This is not something that is going to go away, on its own. By the numbers, every city will soon have to deal with the homeless. Their numbers are growing, and they can't be ignored.
When I got to Austin, in '78, there was a guy who I always saw walking the streets. He was clean, but obviously "touched." I bought him a cup of coffee, one morning, and felt good: I had helped Austin's token homeless guy. Then, there was a guy with a "Hungry, will work for food," sign. I watched him work a very busy intersection, day after day. One day, I followed him, after his "shift." He ended up going into his apartment in a nearby complex. It was not a shabby complex, at that. He was a scammer. I was shocked.
Now, very little phases me: The homeless are everywhere. Even as they've become partly invisible, because I'm now so used to them, I know something is going to have to give. What will that be? THAT, is the question!