We rode the bus in to New York and walked to our hotel, stopping at a restaurant for dinner. My brother ordered soup that he decided he didn't like and didn't eat. Although nobody wanted the leftover soup, my dad took it to go. As we walked from the restaurant to the hotel, we passed a young woman, sitting under a store awning with a sign saying something along the lines of "Hungry and Broke, Please Help". She was sitting hunched against the wall in a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, her blond hair whipping around her thin face in the wind. My dad offered her the leftover soup. Often in these situations, the homeless person will respond with thank you, god bless you, god bless your family, have a nice evening, and on, but she simply said, "yes, thank you."
First of all, she must have been freezing. It was dark, cold, and windy, and I was shivering in my winter coat, so I can barely imagine how cold she must have been in just a flannel shirt. But what really struck me in the encounter was a tone in her voice. As she accepted the soup, there was a something that crossed from thankfulness into desperation. The "yes" was an exclamation, the "thank you", tagged on to the end in an attempt to save face, to cut that desperation a bit.
My mom was also moved by the encounter. To her, it was less about the woman's tone of voice and more about her age. Often, the people you see on the streets at night are middle aged men, but this girl looked like she was only a few years older than me. After we walked another block, my mom decided to go back and give her twenty dollars.
Interactions like the one described above always leave me feeling guilty. As a privileged teen, I never have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. At the same time, in these situations, I think that people have the propensity to look down on the homeless people they meet. They feel bad for them, but they also feel better than them. At my summer camp, we have spent days discussing this; whether it is better to give money to a person on the street, or to donate money to an organization that helps homeless people. The subject also came up of how it's difficult, but important to remember that you aren't any better than the people to whom you're giving your money, just in a different situation.
I don't know what this woman's story was, why she was on the street, or even how she felt about being there. That's something that I'll never know. But as we walked around New York city for the next two days, I saw an amazing amount of homeless people on the streets, many more than you see walking around DC.
According to the Coalition for the Homeless, an advocacy and service group, homelessness in in New York City is currently at its highest level since the Great Depression. In June 2012, there were 46,600 homeless people sleeping in municipal shelters each night, including 11,200 homeless families with 19,200 homeless children. This is not including the number of unsheltered homeless people, as there is no accurate count of unsheltered homeless people in New York City. Studies show that the primary cause of homelessness, especially among families is a lack of affordable housing in New York City. In addition according to a report published by the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, 92.9% of chronically homeless people in New York City are African American and 82.3% are male. They found that people experiencing transitional homelessness (one short term stay at a homeless shelter) are also predominately African American and Male.
I don't think that my experience that night has really changed how I'm going to behave in the future. It hasn't left me any more inclined to run out and volunteer at a homeless shelter or to hold a canned food drive. I think that really this experience has simply helped me relate more to the situation of homeless people. We all tend to relate the most with people with whom we feel we have something in common. I think that I saw something of myself in that cold, desperate young woman. I have no idea what it was, but it was there. And that something made her, and through her, the issue of homelessness, seem more real to me.
Homeless Girl
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