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In New York, Having a Job, or 2, Doesn’t Mean Having a Home (Pics) - www.Houseless.org



The front page of today’s New York Times has a powerful article about the rising number of working New Yorkers who become "The Houseless" – the result of NYC’s worsening affordability crisis and failed Bloomberg policies.

Take notice citizens of the United States of America and all about the world, The New York Times finally comes forth to let you know - since you don't seem to trust us - that being "The Houseless" doesn't necessarily need to have you all stereotype us as: mentally ill; poor financial handlers; poor relationship intermingle people and so forth.

Is the trend reaching out into other areas, or are other areas pushing out those who fall victim to decayed society and/or profit/gain/control?

WELL?

How will you rate when and if you fall victim to society at hand?

WELL?

"The Houseless"




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In New York, Having a Job, or 2, Doesn’t Mean Having a Home


Alpha Manzueta, who has lived in a homeless shelter for three years, says she feels “stuck.” 
Michael Nagle for The New York Times

On many days, Alpha Manzueta gets off from one job at 7 a.m., only to start her second at noon. In between she goes to a place she’s called home for the last three years — a homeless shelter.

“I feel stuck,” said Ms. Manzueta, 37, who has a 2 ½-year-old daughter and who, on a recent Wednesday, looked crisp in her security guard uniform, waving traffic away from the curb at Kennedy International Airport. “You try, you try and you try and you’re getting nowhere. I’m still in the shelter.” 

Alpha Manzueta holds two security guard jobs, one at Kennedy Airport.
Michael Nagle for The New York Times

With New York City’s homeless population in shelters at a record high of 50,000, a growing number of New Yorkers punch out of work and then sign in to a shelter, city officials and advocates for the homeless say. More than one out of four families in shelters, 28 percent, include at least one employed adult, city figures show, and 16 percent of single adults in shelters hold jobs. 

Mostly female, they are engaged in a variety of low-wage jobs as security guards, bank tellers, sales clerks, computer instructors, home health aides and office support staff members. At work they present an image of adult responsibility, while in the shelter they must obey curfews and show evidence that they are actively looking for housing and saving part of their paycheck. 

Advocates of affordable housing say that the employed homeless are proof of the widening gap between wages and rents — which rose in the city even during the latest recession — and, given the shortage of subsidized housing, of just how difficult it is to escape the shelter system, even for people with jobs. 

“A one-bedroom in East New York or the South Bronx is still $1,000 a month,” said Patrick Markee, senior policy analyst with the Coalition for the Homeless, an advocacy and housing services group. 

“The jobs aren’t enough to get people out of homelessness.” 

David Garza, executive director of Henry Street Settlement, which runs three family shelters and one shelter for single women with mental illnesses, said that five years ago his shelters were placing 200 families a year into permanent housing. Last year, he said, they placed 50. 

“Without low-income housing, it’s a maze with no way out,” Mr. Garza said. 

The employed homeless are constantly juggling the demands of their two worlds. 

A 45-year-old woman named Barbara, who works part time as a public transit customer service representative, said she had to keep items like razors and nail clippers at a storage center because they were not allowed in the shelter for security reasons. 

Sometimes she takes a tote bag filled with dirty clothes to work to take to the laundromat afterward, she said, because the machines at the shelter are always either broken or being used. 

But, she said, there is no escaping the noise and fitful sleep of a dormitory shared with eight other women. 

Like most homeless employed people interviewed for this article, Barbara did not want to be identified by her full name for fear of losing her privacy or her job. She has been homeless since 2011, she said, when her unemployment insurance ran out and she could no longer afford her apartment in Brooklyn. No one at work knows, she said. 

“When it comes to the professional arena, I want people to think that I got it together, that I’m not living paycheck to paycheck, that my only option isn’t to buy secondhand,” she said.
Sometimes homeless workers discover one another. 

Deirdre Cunningham, 21, who works two part-time jobs — as a bank teller and as a sales clerk for an electronics store in Manhattan, said that at one point a co-worker at the store invited her to an evening event. “I said, ‘I can’t go, because I have curfew,’ and this co-worker said, ‘What do you mean curfew?’ ” 

“I said, ‘I live in a shelter,’ and she said, ‘I do, too.’ ” 

Ms. Cunningham, who has a 4-year-old daughter, said she has always been open about her struggles. “A lot of people have problems, too,” she said. 

She said she left her parents’ home in the South Bronx in 2011 because she did not want to expose her daughter to “family issues.” Two years and three shelters later, she moved in August into her own $900-a-month one-bedroom apartment in the Bronx with the help of a rent subsidy from the Coalition for the Homeless. But the aid lasts for only two years.

“Now that I got my living situation under control, now it’s time for me to go back to school, get a better job, be more of a mother,” said Ms. Cunningham, who has completed training as a medical assistant but aspires to be a journalist.

“My daughter wants to take ballet,” she said. 

Deirdre Cunningham also works two jobs, as a bank teller and as a sales clerk at an electronics store. 
Jabin Botsford/The New York Times

A city-commissioned study by the Vera Institute of Justice in 2005 found that “contrary to popular belief,” 79 percent of homeless heads of family had recent work histories and more than half had educational levels, up to college, that made them employable. 

Most, the study found, had experienced “destabilizing” events before entering the shelter, most commonly the loss of a job, an eviction or the loss of public assistance benefits. 

In 2004, Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg unveiled an ambitious plan to reduce the city’s homeless population — then 38,000 — by two-thirds in five years. The plan envisioned shifting dollars away from the shelter system to create low-income housing with social services. 

To make the shelter system less inviting, the city also stopped giving homeless families priority for public housing, and made it harder for those who left the system to return. 

In 2011, when the state and federal support were withdrawn, the city ended a program that gave rent subsidies for up to two years to help families move out of shelters and into their own apartments.

Now the number of shelter residents hovers around 50,000, according to the city’s Department of Homeless Services. More than 9,000 are single adults and more than 40,000 other residents are in families, including 21,600 children. The average monthly cost for the government to shelter a family is more than $3,000; the cost for a single person is more than $2,300. 

Linda I. Gibbs, Mr. Bloomberg’s deputy mayor for health and human services, said there were no local resources to keep up with demand for subsidized housing after both federal and state money dried up. 

Advocates for the homeless say the city should restore housing assistance for shelter residents, including giving them priority for public housing. 

But in an interview, Ms. Gibbs reiterated the Bloomberg administration’s long-held position that more benefits only attract more people to shelters. “That drives more demand,” she said. “It’s a Catch-22.” 

Ms. Gibbs said officials were now exploring expanding a city program that helps families at risk of losing their homes to stay in place. 

But those like Ms. Manzueta, the security guard, still need a way out. 

She said she managed to hold on to her $8-an-hour positions and to take courses to learn new skills. But with an eviction marring her credit record and unable to afford more than $1,000 for rent, she has not been able to land an apartment. 

“New York City,” said Ms. Manzueta, a native, “is the hardest city to live in.”


Lest we not forget!

15th St. and M St. in DC, "The Houseless" at http://Houseless.net

Pursuing the American Dream From a Brooklyn Homeless Shelter - "The Houseless"


Although success stories of those perusing "The American Dream" has been on the decline, it does still happen. Below is an article about Pamela Flood, a woman who stays the course seeking what she wants, even with being "Houseless".

Keep in mind though, the number of unhappy, unsuccessful and/or sad stories far out-weigh the success stories.

We can and must do better unto our fellow human beings.


Michael Love, IIO




From


New York City Council Member

Posted: 12/20/2012 3:12 pm

If you've been watching the news, you know that low-wage workers have been standing up to their employers and fighting back for their rights. These men and women, who work hard for low pay in airports, supermarkets, car washes, and fast food restaurants are taking to the streets and to the airwaves about the need for better wages, benefits, and respect.

One such worker is a young woman named Pamela Flood, who works at a Brooklyn Burger King, making $7.25 an hour. Ms. Flood also works at a Brooklyn CVS, where she makes $7.60 an hour. In addition to holding down two jobs, she's also maintaining a 4.0 average while studying to be a medical assistant. Ms. Flood sounds like an American success story in the making. She's working hard while going to school to better sharpen her skills and build a better future for herself and her three children. Day after day, she works, studies and cares for her family; and at night she tucks her three children, ages 5, 3, and, 1 into bed at a Fort Greene homeless shelter. 

It doesn't make much sense, does it? The American dream -- which President Obama perfectly articulated in his post-election press conference when he stated, "I've got a mandate... to help middle-class families and families that are working hard to try to get into the middle class" -- is that you work hard and your efforts are rewarded with a fair, honest wage. Why, then, is it that workers like Ms. Flood are forced to rely on public assistance? It's simple -- the corporations that own Burger King, Wendy's, KFC, Taco Bell and others would rather pay their CEOs millions of dollars a year while hard-working store employees are underpaid. This type of "trickle down" economics didn't work in the 1980s, and it has proven equally unsuccessful is 2012 as we see major companies actually cut-back employee hours in an effort to avoid providing health care.

Two weeks ago, I joined some of my colleagues in escorting fast food workers back to their jobs one day after they bravely stood up, and walked out to protest their low wages and working conditions. Together with local clergy, and community groups like UnitedNY, Make the Road NY, and New York Communities for Change, we stood to support workers because we knew that a strong show of support would be necessary to prevent retaliation against workers by store management. (Still, at least one Wendy's employee was fired for her participation, and later rehired after pressure from her council member).
We live in a political climate in which a narrative is being spread concerning low-income people, and those who depend on public assistance. It is important that we put a face on the 8.7 percent of New Yorkers who are unemployed, and the great number who are under-employed -- individuals who want to earn a sufficient income to provide for themselves and their families, but are offered only 
contingent or part-time work that doesn't offer any benefits, much less a livable wage. These multi-billion dollar fast food restaurants, many of which are located in low-to-middle-income communities throughout New York City, need to be held accountable for the way they treat their workers. For too long they have gotten away with paying their workers only slightly above minimum wage, offering no more than part-time work, and easily firing any employee who challenged the status quo. With new federal standards regarding mandated health care, this will only get worse.

The brave workers who walked off of the job did so because they know they cannot afford for the current working conditions and wages to remain the way they are. They know change is necessary, but it is up to us to help force that change. 

Let's face it -- we know that in situations like these, the eyes of the nation are on us. There is no other city quite like New York. This type of notoriety places us under a microscope when issues of economic inequality are raised. This is, after all, the city that has consistently rejected Walmart. But it is especially here that we see the gap between the rich and the lower and middle-class get increasingly wider. It is imperative that we set the national example and make it clear that companies seeking to do business in New York City cannot be allowed to treat their workers like second-class citizens. Workers like Ms. Flood should not have to take on two jobs, only to have to rely on public assistance to make up the difference for paychecks that always fall short. We as a city are better than this, and we must step up and raise our voices to help raise up low-wage workers.

Lest we not forget!

15th St. and M St. in DC, "The Houseless" at http://Houseless.net

Homeless in College - "Houseless", not homeless!


Ben, highly intelligent, conversationalist and a writer, yet living on the streets.

Those who pursue academia to get ahead and/or be part of the "have" and "have more" group of society are not insulated from "The Houseless" epidemic which seems to be sweeping the global human population these days.

"The Houseless" has not personally come across anyone living "Houseless" while going through academic studies, but it was never thought to not exist. Since coming across the story below, much more information has been discovered.

Can't we do better?
Sure we can, right?
So, let's give it a try and keep it going to rid the world of "Houselessness".








I have had homeless students before. In fact, when the recession began to rear its ugly head the number of students in our high school who lived in shelters grew and grew and grew. The students guarded this information closely, though. Sometimes they would quietly tell you after class or while hanging around your classroom. Other times you heard it from your assistant principal or from the guidance counselor, when they needed you to cut this student a little slack for tardiness or sleepiness due to what was happening outside of school. Whenever I found out that a student was homeless, the puzzle pieces suddenly fit together -- the fatigue, the sudden weight loss, the increasingly dirtiness of their clothing or unkempt elements of their personal self. "Oh..." I would think, "That's what's going on."

As much as my homeless high school students hung heavy in my heart, I experienced a new type of heartache when I found out that one of my college students was homeless. Why? Because he was 19-years-old and alone -- ALONE -- on the streets. No family, just him in this concrete jungle of New York City from 8 p.m. to 8 a.m. (when our college is closed). This is what it means to teach college: The students are legally adults even though, at 18-ish, they seem so so young.

Listening to his story was both a punch in the gut and a revelation.

Our fall curriculum in our Freshman City Seminar course is called From Transaction to Trash: Consumption, Waste, & Sustainability in New York City. During the first six-weeks of the fall curriculum, students kept a consumption diary in their Quantitative Reasoning class; they collected data, read their data, created a table/graph/chart to explain their data, and then wrote about their individual consumption practices from their Quantitative Reasoning class in my Reading & Writing class for an essay entitled "Who am I as a Consumer?" They were to use our class text, No Impact Man by Colin Beavan, as a point of comparison or contrast to their own consumption practices while reinforcing their thesis with their numerical data.

My student -- we will call him Glen -- wrote a first draft that was confusing. It talked enigmatically about the Staten Island Ferry and then about a life of being repeatedly homeless with his mother and brother. As I read the essay, I found myself both drawn into his story but also confused because this was not the assignment. I wrote him a note telling him that this personal narrative was sad, powerful, and needed to be told one day, but that he needed to follow the assignment. I sealed the note with a "See me after class."

He waited patiently for everyone to filter out of our classroom that night. We have a chatty group, therefore it was a wait. And then we walked down the hall towards the faculty floor and we talked.
He told me that he was homeless. I knew this, vaguely. Our community college is experimenting with a new model that provides our freshman with immense academic and social-emotional support in an attempt to increase retention and hopefully graduation rates. The faculty sit in clusters of cubicles divided by our learning communities, therefore we overhear things. I had heard the Student Success Advocate for our house talk about finding Glen resources, therefore Glen's news wasn't new news to me. But I didn't know how bad it was.

"I don't know how to write this," he told me, "because I don't consume much." Explaining that he gets a free Metrocard from the college, he told me he takes the subway to the Staten Island Ferry after walking around Times Square and people watching when our Information Commons (library) closes at 8 p.m. He then rides the Ferry all night long. He explained that he eats a dollar slice of pizza and a quarter bag of chips each day. He sometimes gets a dollar tea. He doesn't buy much because he has no money. He didn't know how to do the essay, or compare or contrast himself to Colin Beavan, an upperclass man who lived in the West Village and reduced/changed his consumption practices for a one-year experiment of living sustainably.

I stood there, taking in his story, and I felt my eyes watering. I took some deep breaths to rein in my emotions, but the tears started to slide out. How embarrassing.

He apologized for making me cry to which I insisted, "Don't apologize to me for your life!" I just looked at him, so full of integrity, so full of good intentions, such a nice kid. He is somebody's son, I thought. I thought of my son. I wanted to hug him, but I resisted. "Professor," he said, "I just want to do the assignment. I don't want any special treatment, I just want to do the assignment."

My brain was reeling with a million questions that I couldn't ask. Where was his mom? Why wasn't he in a shelter? How could his parents live, knowing their son was alone on the streets of this crazy city? Was the Staten Island Ferry safe at night? Wasn't he cold? Hungry? Tired? How did he muster the ability to come to class every day?

I pushed these questions aside and gathered my wits. Get your shit together, Lori, I told myself. This poor kid doesn't need you crying over him. I cleared my emotional response away and focused on the student, the assignment, and how we could make it work. In No Impact Man, Colin Beavan finds that once he clears away the consumption from his life, he has an immense amount of extra time to play with his daughter, cook and bake, and spend time with his wife. Glen, since he does not consume much, also has this extra time. Since he has no home, no food, and no commodities like television, he has 12 hours a day that he needs to fill until he can come back to the college. Both he and Colin have time on their hands due to their lack of consumption, but the circumstances for their lack of consumption could not be more different.

We decided that this could be his thesis. Glen had charted the time spent going back and forth on the ferry, waiting at each station for the next ferry, and how many times this happened each night for his Quantitative Reasoning class. That would be the data within the essay. He walked away with a plan. I went down to the faculty floor, gathered my things, and went home to my little family and my one-bedroom apartment that suddenly seemed warm, home-y, and more perfect than ever.

After tucking my kids into bed, I told my husband the story, tears leaking out again. "What can we do for him?" I asked Adam. "Can I make him a lunch every day? Do you have any old clothes?" And my sage husband (he keeps demonstrating how he's smarter than me; it drives me bonkers) said, "Honey, the best thing you can do for him is to make sure he succeeds in college. He needs this degree, this start, more than most. Make sure he makes it."

Glen got a B+ on that paper.

And I am teaching community college with new purpose.