A series of pre-holiday incidents that made me think and wonder when I will get it right:
In early December, when we were setting up our Christmas tree, the 'Thin Man' who had felled those large trees this summer knocked at our door for a reason we never finally understood. He seemed to think we wanted more mulch, but perhaps that was Hubby's comment because the Thin Man never said that. He began in a fitful fashion to explain about the recent theft of most of his equipment from his storage yard which resulted in letting go all the staff but two for economic reasons, and a further ramble about police, his exploration of the 'hood' (a term which he apologized for using), and other tails of his activities in his pursuit of the missing saws and a generator. Later he confused the story even more by saying that two of his workers had up and quit for no reason, and that he suspected them of the theft. We surmised he had been drinking due to his glazed red eyes, although his manner was polite and his voice clear. After lengthy anecdotes on his part and our sympathetic responses, he finally left us standing with tree ornaments still in hand in the open doorway and unformed questions. There was no offer of a bonus holiday gift from us, as he claimed to have $1800 in his pocket (?) and there did not seem to be a way to help him without belittling him in some way. He left us with a rather dour feeling in our hearts for days after. There are so many people in this world that seem to be the victims of their own mistakes and behavior, but who are basically not bad people.
The following week we headed up to Philadelphia to attend a 50th wedding anniversary of friends. We spent a day layover to enjoy the city, and as luck would have it, we were there to enjoy a small and lovely wet snow. Big sloppy flakes fell everywhere. Within minutes struggling cities are transformed into postcard scenery after such wet snowfalls. We slogged through the streets to look at holiday window displays, shopped at their famous downtown market center with breakfast crepes to die for,
and watched the Macy's Christmas light show in the shoe department...yes, it is a family tradition here as we met a three generation example listening to Julie Andrews voice host the singing.
We also thought we saw the Pie in the Sky guy...just an inside joke for British readers.
By the time we returned to the outside, several ambulances were stopped at various intersections for various reasons. We crossed the street only to see a large man fall to the sidewalk while crossing an icy patch just ahead of us. He did not move after that. Several people tried to help him up, but he did not respond and was too heavy for them to lift. We hailed a nearby ambulance driver, who responded that he could not stop because he was on a call, but finally, at our insistence, exited the vehicle to check on the fallen pedestrian. (Drunk, drugged, elderly, homeless hoping for shelter?) Who could tell with all the bundled clothing and snow-covered face.
We then trundled into a pub down the alleyway and watched an afternoon wintery football game over a lunch of mussels and pasta and wine under lots of holiday glitter before a foul-mouthed ardent Eagles fan made us return to our hotel room with our holiday purchases to watch the second half of the game in peace and quiet. Then it was back out to dinner at a place recommended by the hotel. One of those places where the servings are small (you order various tapas) and the seating is miniscule. The only thing large, are the prices, of course. We had become good friends of the young couple seated just to the side of us (another story for another day) before we had even ordered dessert since we were seated close enough to cut each others food!
It was late, dark, and very cold as we departed the restaurant for our two block walk back to our hotel. The streets were no longer busy with shoppers or automobiles. We passed one homeless person bundled like a wrapped mummy in the shadowy shelter of an entryway to one of the stores. I did not stare, only glanced, still focused on my walking and not falling. The person's face was covered in scarfs and tucked down, never noticing the outside world in his struggle to stay warm.
I was concentrating on walking carefully across the icy sidewalk and while I had finished only one glass of wine, I was not feeling as coordinated as I would have liked. Hubby and I did not hold hands or take each others arms or take our eyes off of the treacherous terrain ahead for very long. It was every person for him/herself! Life can be like that sometimes.
Then out of the shadows a man without head cover but in a warm winter coat and holding the hand of a small bundled boy approached us asking if we lived in the area and knew about it. We glanced up, apologized that we did not know the area at all, looked down again and we continued to carefully make our way forward. The man started to cross the street and then turned back to us explaining he was looking for a shelter where he could get a hot meal. I took him at his word and pointed to the Catholic church down the block, because I had seen it lit for mass earlier when we went to our dinner. He headed in that direction and we continued on our way.
Stupidly, it did not occur to us to give him money for food. Although the restaurants in that area were all very expensive and mostly took reservations at that late time of night. The incident and my casualness haunted me all evening. Was that a test from God? Was that an angel in disguise? Was I so focused on not falling and finding warmth that I let a child go hungry that night? Later when I was inside and warm I wondered why did I not offer to take him to our hotel coffee shop? ( I had written a check to a church with a winter homeless shelter just the week before, but it was a church far, far away from here and that in no way eased my conscience.)
Homelessness has a long history in our wealthy country. Philadelphia's first pan-handling ordinances were passed in the 1820's, so disenfranchisement is historic to this area. It is a very complicated issue. Many of our homeless are veterans and families of veterans. Approximately two-thirds of our homeless are disabled in some way. Mental patients were released from state run hospitals in the 1970s with a cut in Federal spending and these people ended up on the streets creating our first bump in homelessness. Bigger cuts to housing subsidies, low-income mortgages, and HUD agency budget cuts happened in the 1980's. That is when I saw more homeless people when I went into the cities. “people who are sleeping on the grates…the homeless…are homeless, you might say, by choice.” A quote from one of our former presidents who actually believed that and most likely never interviewed a homeless person in his wealthy life or lived in a northern climate.
"According to the United States Conference of Mayors, in 2008, the three most commonly cited causes of homelessness for persons and families were a lack of affordable housing, cited by 72 percent, poverty (52%), and unemployment (44%). The suggestions to alleviate homelessness included providing more housing for persons with disabilities (72%), creating more employment opportunities (68%), and building more assisted housing units (64%)." (Wikipedia) We do not have affordable housing but we do have empty houses abandoned by the banks who wrote obscene mortgages. Abandoned houses that no longer make the banks any money, but blight the neighborhood. What if the banks wrote them off, and taking those not purchased by those fancy real estate flippers, found some way to sell the leftovers to the newly homeless? I live on a street where a house, that might have garnered $700,000 to $800,000 dollars during the boom, has sat idle for years and is now falling apart. Yes it is too far into the country for an unemployed family, so perhaps not the best example...just an example of the write-it-off mentality of mortgage brokers.
This December Congress cut food stamps (which mostly go to feed poor children) and did not extend long term unemployment insurance with the view that it would encourage people to look for jobs. No one ever cites a survey or study on how starving people makes them look harder for a job, so in my book, that is what they are, opinions to ease guilt of lawmakers doing this. The few people I know who have used unemployment benefits are certainly not happy about it, and would take a job if they could find one. But job creation is another very complicated issue.
Thanks to this pathetic, disengaged Congress, there will be more homeless and hungry on our streets in the coming months and throughout the year. There will be more sleeping bodies on the streets for my grandchildren to pass on their way to the museum. One U.S. Congressman suggested we put children to work as janitors if we are going to give them a free/subsidized school breakfast. (Then we could fire the working father janitor and get cheaper child labor?) At least we haven't completed the grand immorality that Japan has.
Japan has a solution for their homeless people...!
