Mastertank1
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What desensitizes New Yorkers to the homeless
is seeing the same guy, for the 400th day in a row, hanging out in the same place, telling anyone who slows down enough to listen that he just got out of prison yesterday and just needs ten dollars to tide him over night until his job starts tommorrow.
And reading an article in the New York Times about how they followed this guy who sits in the middle of a busy street in a wheelchair begging for money from passing cars 10 hours a day five days a week, then goes to a parking lot five blocks away, folds his chair up and puts in the trunk, WALKS to a gym, works out, showers, changes into good clothes and drives to his five room house in the suburbs. They said he gathered an average of $300 a day.
That was a much higher income than most of the working people who gave him money.
Then there was the other beggar who cleared almost $2000 a week, and once a month went to Atlantic City to gamble, and got comped a room for the weekend because he was such a high roller.
Then there were the blocks where over 100 panhandlers would ask you for money before you could get off the block. That is NO exaggeration. Over 100. And more on the next block, and the one after that.
And when you rode the subway to work every morning, and after every stop a new homeless person entered the car to work it for change, then went on to the next car. Sometimes, one of them working the train from front to back and another working from back to front would enter the same car from opposite ends at the same time, and get into a screaming argument, sometimes a fistfight, over who was going to work that car.
For those who did not become desensitized, it became unbearably depressing. I have seen newspaper stories about people who attempted suicide, allegedly because they were so depressed over not being able to help the huge numbers of homeless. I suspect them of being drama kings or queens, but there are so many homeless in NYC that the story is at least plausible.
Myself, I concentrated on helping homeless who squatted in abandoned buildings and made improvements, thereby establishing a constructive claim to ownership under New York State law. I used to help them file claims and see that all the right forms were correctly filled out and turneed in on time, with all required documentation. I figured I at least knew for sure that these were seriously trying to better themselves, and deserved what help I could give. They were usually working homeless, with regular jobs.
is seeing the same guy, for the 400th day in a row, hanging out in the same place, telling anyone who slows down enough to listen that he just got out of prison yesterday and just needs ten dollars to tide him over night until his job starts tommorrow.
And reading an article in the New York Times about how they followed this guy who sits in the middle of a busy street in a wheelchair begging for money from passing cars 10 hours a day five days a week, then goes to a parking lot five blocks away, folds his chair up and puts in the trunk, WALKS to a gym, works out, showers, changes into good clothes and drives to his five room house in the suburbs. They said he gathered an average of $300 a day.
That was a much higher income than most of the working people who gave him money.
Then there was the other beggar who cleared almost $2000 a week, and once a month went to Atlantic City to gamble, and got comped a room for the weekend because he was such a high roller.
Then there were the blocks where over 100 panhandlers would ask you for money before you could get off the block. That is NO exaggeration. Over 100. And more on the next block, and the one after that.
And when you rode the subway to work every morning, and after every stop a new homeless person entered the car to work it for change, then went on to the next car. Sometimes, one of them working the train from front to back and another working from back to front would enter the same car from opposite ends at the same time, and get into a screaming argument, sometimes a fistfight, over who was going to work that car.
For those who did not become desensitized, it became unbearably depressing. I have seen newspaper stories about people who attempted suicide, allegedly because they were so depressed over not being able to help the huge numbers of homeless. I suspect them of being drama kings or queens, but there are so many homeless in NYC that the story is at least plausible.
Myself, I concentrated on helping homeless who squatted in abandoned buildings and made improvements, thereby establishing a constructive claim to ownership under New York State law. I used to help them file claims and see that all the right forms were correctly filled out and turneed in on time, with all required documentation. I figured I at least knew for sure that these were seriously trying to better themselves, and deserved what help I could give. They were usually working homeless, with regular jobs.