I’ve lived downtown in the midst of the homeless for twenty years. Dealing with them multiple times every day. I got to know the ones in my neighborhood, calling them by name, photographing them, discussing their living conditions and what they were doing to get off the streets. In that time, I’ve seen a lot of these guys come and go, while others have been around longer than I have. We saw an infusion of new homeless when those fleeing hurricane Katrina traveled north.
I’ve also worked with many charities and philanthropists who have established programs designed to get the homeless off the street. Some as specific as Expectant Teenage Mothers, to Gambling Addicts, Drug/Alcohol Addicts, where housing is provided and new skills are learned for job opportunity as long as a few simple rules are followed. Though every program is different, the basic tenets of getting in by curfew, waking up early, helping around the facility, going to classes… was consistent with all.
A homeless person on the street is not in a program that can do them any good. Giving them money on the street is just enabling and prolonging their current condition.
I walked my dog regularly in a nearby alley. There I found many opportunities to speak with the homeless. Winters are cold in St. Louis. Where did they stay? Apparently, many buildings have ground level boiler heaters where they find a way in and sleep next to it. And though the allies are filled with pigeon shit, the reason they told me they didn’t get into the shelter by curfew was because they were dirty, and didn’t allow you to party. These guys are filthy, sleep in filth, eat filth, yet claim the local shelters are too dirty for their liking. What a line of crap. They simply didn’t want to follow the rules which can lead to helping them.
Another surprise was to find that many of the daytime regulars weren’t around at night time. Where did they go off too? Could they be getting help in the shelters? Not…
I soon discovered that numerous so called homeless people leave their homes in the county every morning just to go work downtown as a beggar. Begging is their JOB.
Have you ever noticed that one rarely sees homeless families on the street, with children. Those so unfortunate are primarily found in shelters, or a program which can help them in the most efficient way possible. Those that aren’t have their children pick my pockets in 7–11. I’ve had to remove their hands from my pockets. They just look at me and smile.
I’ve seen other guys take initiative and try to wash windows or pump gas for a fee. I’ve seen others wait for the light to turn green so they can jump on the hood of my car to claim I ran them over. The Police just laugh at them or take them away. They know its a sham because they see it all the time, by the same people on the same corners.
I’ve seen homeless hustlers fight for their corner to beg on. Top dog gets the best corner, more traffic.
St. Louis is infamously known for its Underground City. Much of the current town is built on stilts above an old abandoned town underneath. I lived right on top of it for years. Late late at night, 3–5am, you’ll see a man in a pink dress come up from the depths with a genuine grocery store shopping cart, whereas he proceeds to raid the dumpsters of every restaurant in the area. He makes a haul. He doesn’t want to be off the streets any more than I want to be on them.
Give money to the charities and philanthropic organizations whenever possible. They have the programs in place which can actually do some real good. There are some, unfortunately who hustle, and others who won’t pursue a program simple because they make enough on the street to continue being there.