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Pol Pot did the same thing with the 3 million residents of Phonm Penh. My God, what has the Republican Party become.
RVN VET71
(2,690 posts)A loathsome, heartless, speaker for the wealthy, and speaker to the brain-benumbed white racist segment of the American population.
His every utterance is an affront to decency and what used to be called American values.
Warpy
(111,255 posts)He's got company. They're converting an old hospital about half a mile from me into housing for the homeless. I'm all for it, there's nothing like having a secure room with a lock on the door to restore enough dignity that hopeless people start to see a way out. There seem to be a few NIMBY types around here. I don't get it.
Of course, they're doing it here instead of in derelict motels in the better parts of town, but oh well.
I just want to get human beings into reliable shelter. If it increases the foot traffic and littering, o bla di. It shouldn't last all that long, people who finally get a little stability tend to develop a little more pride.
PoindexterOglethorpe
(25,853 posts)done any kind of work with the homeless.
I do volunteer work at a local homeless shelter. I work in the kitchen there, and I'll say that it is incredibly gratifying to do this. Our clients are very grateful for what we do for them. I cook and serve meals to our clients. They are enormously appreciative of what we do.
It is very clear to me that many of our clients are mentally ill, are dealing with various issues that we, at the kitchen serving a meal, cannot begin to deal with. It is often heartbreaking. Over time, I've seen the clients deteriorate, and that is also heartbreaking.
While I have been very poor at times, I've never been even on the edge of homelessness. That's a huge difference: poor (meaning not much money) versus homeless. I've been poor, just scraping by. At one point, when I was in high school, I had a Saturday baby sitting job, taking care of two little girls who were (if I recall correctly) were 9 and 7 years old. The parents were school teachers, and worked at a nursery on Saturdays. The job had been posted at my high school. When I signed up for it, I was dismayed that about ten others had signed up ahead of me. But my school was aware of my family's financial needs (a year earlier they'd scholarshipped our family for the cost of textbooks) and so I was given that job. It paid three dollars for the day, which sounds trivial now, but back in 1964 that was the equivalent of about $25.00 today. Not bad. Most days, when the mom was driving me home (my own mom drove me to their place in the morning) I'd request a stop at a grocery store so I could buy food for the family. The mom was always astonished, thinking that I'd of course keep the money for myself. But we really were desperately poor, and my money meant we, meaning my four siblings and I, could have a decent meal. Mom was a nurse, but back then nurses made almost nothing. She took every additional shift she could get, because we desperately needed the money. Her regular shift was 3pm to 11pm, and I sometimes went weeks without seeing her.
My current income is less than the medium income in this country. But I live alone, am able to live quite frugally, especially given my early experience with poverty.