Saturday September 4th 2010
You Don’t Know Me. This was the very first article posted on my new site. (It is in New and Favorite catagory) Because I was a homeless youth and because I write a lot about homeless youth and injustices imposed upon them by our system and our society - and because the answers Crystal gave me when I interviewed her and her boyfriend on the street in 2001 were answers that I knew from experience were absolutely right. Expect to see some articles here that you will rarely see in the mainstream media - Because I write about the street from experience and because my 'audience' is not the status quo and because I interview the audience I care about. I do not write what sells - I write what is right. Another good article to learn more about social reality read Criminalizing Canada's Poor in Criminalizing the Homeless catagory, although a bit dated, unfortunately not much has changed!

In Search of the Wanderers

For Street Sheet in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada

By Rodney Graham

June 6th, 2010 

Westbound from Winnipeg

There are  many reasons people become addicted to train hopping – good reasons.  Freedom is maybe at the top of the list – But they pay a price for their freedom.  Those who continue the lifestyle even though they go through frequent and regular hardships are truly worthy of admiration.  Some youth who take to train hopping are running from abuse and/or neglect. 

They find freedom from it.  However, some also find themselves in jail.  Not just from train hopping of course. Our system has marvellous, clever, and sophisticated ways of steering desperate young people towards jails and destruction.    

Once one finds true freedom – That cannot be had for love, status, or money – They will often continue for years.  I think now perhaps if I had started train hopping as a youth – I may have met other young desperados like the ones I will tell you about.  I might have learned a few good things.  How to survive. Self confidence, self worth, resourcefulness, loyalty.  How to travel – Get away from abusive foster homes, nurse Racheds’, and poverty pimps.  People and agencies who chew you up and spit you out..

Personally, I ran away for the first time at the age of 12 – from a group home.  I was not there for any wrong I had done.  I was there merely because I was abandoned.  I became an angry young man.   It was one of many ‘escapes’ for me.  I was very fortunate to be taken in by hippies at the time, who were traveling from BC to Saskatchewan.  Why do I say fortunate?  There is no reason to explain it – everyone knows the evil world we live in.  It is why people say train hopping is safer than hitch hiking

I’ve been writing about train hoppers for a few years.  I have been trying to keep track of some of them.  12 actually.  Not an easy thing to do.  These colourful citizens often don’t talk to friends or relatives for weeks, months, even years.  There are not too many places to send an e-mail from a train yard – And of course, hobos don’t carry cell phones or laptops.

The main protagonists of the article The Train Hoppers , Dustin and Mackie, had responded very infrequently and I hadn’t even heard for either of them for some time until I met Dustin miraculously in a campground last year – Which I will explain again a bit later in this article.  People have told me – It was meant to be.  However, I did train hop from Winnipeg out to meet them shortly after meeting and interviewing them in Winnipeg in 2004.

I was supposed to finish this article off as a prequel to the story I wrote almost a year ago ( July 13th, 2009) called  In Search of the Wanderers.  fact, I was supposed to write it and send it in two weeks later – In July of 2009 .  These two articles are follow-ups to the original article of 2004 The Train Hoppers, a story about the lives of modern day hobos.

Shortly after meeting the group of train hoppers ‘in question’ – as it were – I began interviewing or more or less documenting for myself young train hoppers – their e-mails and names and sometimes a little about themselves too.  In 2007 I created a website where other hobos in Canada could search pictures I took, not just in Winnipeg, but all across Canada – If they see someone they know they can e-mail me and I can contact the person they saw and give them the other person’s contact info so they can reunite.  After a few years of talking to these citizens Ive noticed they often have trouble keeping in touch and I thought it would be nice to help with communication among them.  Someone might say, ‘I don’t need help communicating,’ well, that’s true but I’m just trying to be helpful that’s all. 

In Search of the Wanderers

I decided to try and find all of the train hoppers I met in Winnipeg in 2004.  I won’t say where I met them.  It probably has nothing to do with me , but apparently skin heads have recently gone to the spot the hobos liked to hang at in the ‘peg and fought with them.  Of course, outnumbering their victims each time.

I have also published the original article, The Train Hoppers with the name The Wanderers.   But I was train hopping last year while writing In Search of the Wanderers, and hitchhiking, yes, hitchhiking! Shameful for any train hopper – I know.  I learned last summer how difficult it is – Or I should say I ‘remember’ how difficult it is to communicate and get things done when you are busy hiding in bushes, sleeping in ditches, dodging rail yard ‘bulls’ (Security guards) – as well as black bears and coyotes on the outskirts of cities and towns while trying to hop on freight trains. So this article is just now being published in Street Sheet and  street news service – but without apology – a freelance journalist/train hopper cannot be held responsible for irresponsibility or tardiness!

Here’s a short excerpt from The Train Hoppers (Wanderers):

‘I ran into Dustin and Mackie at Polo Park in Winnipeg. They had been trying to pan in front of the mall, without much success.

“We didn’t have much luck here, ” said 24-year-old Dustin, “We’re trying to make enough to catch out of town and go to Edmonton. 26-year-old Dustin has been travelling for 6 years, Mackie for an incredible 10 years and hopping for 8. They met first in Vancouver one year ago then again in Calgary. They then train hopped to Toronto from Calgary. When I met them they had just arrived from Toronto and were heading west again to Alberta. I gave them my phone number and left knowing they probably wouldn’t call. Fortunately, however, I ran into them in Osborne Village later that day and they introduced me to more squeegee punks than I had ever seen together in one place, as well as about a dozen train hoppers.’

That was in 2004 in Winnipeg Manitoba Canada.

Some of them are friends now – and some are getting ‘old’ – in their 30s!  However, I still do not consider myself a ‘real’ hobo.  I write about them – but cannot claim the proud distinction ‘hobo’ myself.

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest…

The Men That Don’t Fit In (First Verse) – Robert Service

What is a Hobo?

‘In the mid-nineteenth century, Civil War veterans who were in need of work after the war had destroyed much of America’s economy hopped freight trains and travelled from farm to farm to work for whatever was offered. They often carried hoes with them. They called them “hoe-boys.” Many historians agree that the term ‘hobo’ derived from the phrase ‘hoe boy’. When you see cartoons of hoboes with a stick on their shoulder and a knapsack they were actually carrying a hoe with a knapsack tied on the end of it Young men worked in gardens for a few days room and board — The work they did was arguably not very necessary work, but an agreement whereby the hobo was given a full belly and maybe a pillow for a night. They would also do odd jobs like washing floors in a hotel, for example for a night’s stay and a hot bath. Hoboes have always been distinguished from other “street people” because they did work at times, but wandered from place to place by freight train.’  From my article, The Train Hoppers.

Like the charming hobo of old, some of the new train hoppers in Canada carry their tools with them, but for these young tramps in Canada, their tool of choice is not a hoe like the hoboes carried, but a squeegee – Unfortunately, like the hobo of old also, authorities often pass laws against them and squeegeeing is being made illegal increasingly in Canada.  ‘Squeegeeing is washing car windows at intersections for change.  Many work at casual labor companies for a while or even ’settle’ in a town or city for a year or two – but they then hear the call of the lonesome whistle and pick up and follow the train..

 My Journey Westwards:  Saskatoon Saskatchewan

I left Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada heading westbound last year on June 6th, 2009 in search of the wanderers I had met five years earlier.  I guess I thought the date of D Day would make it more fun eh?  But as usual for me, it was fraught with Irish bad luck from the start but it morphed slowly into a wonderful and luck filled odyssey in the later weeks of my journey.  I spent some time in beautiful sunny Saskatoon Saskatchewan, a fine little city in northern Saskatchewan Canada.  I would certainly recommend the friendly little city to anyone, especially young people.  They have a popular University – The University of Saskatchewan.  It is a bit hard to find affordable short term housing but not impossible.  Try Kijiji (Short term housing)  if the riverbank is not your cup of tea.  The Patricia Hotel, a popular  university kids hang out has rooms for as little as $35 a night and used to have a hostel with $16 dorm beds.  I’ve been staying there for 20 years now- when in town.  It was Spartan, to say the least.  It was once rated ‘the worst hostel in the world’ because it was located over a wild nightclub – the dance floor directly below the dorm rooms.  The lockers would rattle to the beat of the music.  Also, the old bunk beds were from second world war era army surplus I was told. 

However, I found it humorous and would sit in the lobby and watch the European Twinkies come in with their $500 back packs and $200 hiking boots.  They would go upstairs and then 5 minutes later come running down and demand their money back.  Quite entertaining .  I actually liked it there because I didn’t mind the Spartan nature of it at all and am always a night owl anyway – not sleeping till 3 AM most nights.  I like writing between midnight and 3 AM usually. So I had the whole place to myself.  How selfish – I know!

But seriously speaking I recommend the place.  It’s a fast growing little place of 220,000 , a respectable night life, especially on Broadway Avenue where many university folks enjoy the many clubs there.  The panhandling is not bad at all because of lack of other panhandlers – after all, it is a small city.  I only met three hoppers there at the Fringe Festival- they were novices, Tom hopped for 2 years though.  All are from from Toronto.  Tom, 22 yrs old, Harley, 19 yrs old, and Andrea, 19 yrs old.  Their pictures are on my train hopper website.

I was told Regina is not good for panhandling, but I don’t know for sure because I never panhandle myself really.  The Turgeon Hostel is only $25 dollars a night and has a big kitchen, lounge area a, and is close to the Cathedral District – a progressive area where a person might possibly panhandle or busk.  I was also told the city is hard to hop out of.  I met a group of hoppers in a park who told me that in June of 2009.  But, again, can’t be positive of that.  Canadian Pacific (The low line) runs through Regina, which is the capital of Saskatchewan, a Midwestern agricultural province, where potash and uranium are the big industries of this prairie province.

 Calgary Alberta   

 

In Calgary last year I had a hard time because I am not familiar with the yard for westbound trains.  To make a long story short I failed.  I took a ’shamehound’ bus to Banff and then hitched to Field where I spent a fitful night trying to sleep along the mountainside near Field waiting for a train.  Had trouble sleeping because I discovered I kind of fear the dark, especially in a black mountainside with strange noises that sound like bears and wolves sneaking  about.  In the morning, although I had slept little and realized that having a hammock was a great idea for train hopping – I realized I had not only nyctohylophobia – fear of dark wooded areas but also menophobia – fear of bears.

 Field British Columbia

 But I did manage to catch out mid day the next day.  But while I was having a peaceful coffee in the beautiful sunny Sunday morning mountain air – a huge black bear with a strange look in his eye came sauntering up the tracks towards me.  when I was 9 and living with my family (Who were still together) I was met by a huge grizzly who was fishing along the river in Stewart BC.  I had gone down  before the rest of the family and he just walked by me and , as I said to my family, “smiled” at me, took a big shit and then swam across the river.  Probably cause he smelled pesky humans coming.

 This bear was different however, he was not antisocial at all.  He took a look at me and decided he wanted to come right towards me – for what reason I don’t know.  I picked up my backpack and ut it on slowly and talked to him quietly.  I didn’t remember to leave the food though.  I walked backwards from my little campfire and slowly he followed – all the time wagging his head back and forth like a dime store toy on a car’s dashboard. for half a kilometre he followed .  by the time we got

 I walked backwards up the track with him following.  Once he raised up on his haunches and flared his nostrils.  that shook the morning cobwebs out of my head!  I moved toward the side of the track once to see if he would go passed but he followed as if to follow me up the mountain. 

 As we walked he never got closer than about 20 yards.  As we approached the little town of Field BC I pulled my bear whistle from my pocket and blew it.  The only response was that he flared his nostrils again.  Upon the approach to the dozen or so little houses that line the side  of the tracks along the mountainside I blew the whistle again and turned around with my back to the bear. I was thinking of maybe hopping over a fence into a yard but decided not to because I became aware that in most of the back yards people were standing and watching.

 It must have been an interesting sight for these apparently very clean well shaven men, women and children.  Some of them were wearing suits and ties.  On their way to church obviously.  A woman stood looking intently.  She had a look of concern – but not fear – on her face.  The two young boys, wearing ill fitting suits started laughing and their mother scolded them.

 Slowly the people in the backyards started turning as if embarrassed for being intrusive and staring too long – they politely walked slowly to their parked cars.

 As I approached the crossroads an old pick-up slowed and stopped on the tracks.  An older man with a full growth of facial hair beamed at me, “Good morning…looks like it’s gonna be a nice one”, he said looking up at the sun rising over the mountain to the east. “Don’t worry about old Charlie,” he said, “He’s harmless, we thought he died of old age, he hardly comes into town anymore.”  He drove off before I could answer him.  I noticed old Charlie had walked right around the pickup and was heading right down the tracks.

 I slept across the highway on the other side of the river.  I did catch an intermodal and enjoyed a ride to Revelstoke and some beautiful scenery.  I  was spotted   by a bull – probably from a highway overpass and pulled off the train in Revelstoke.

 It wasn’t a miracle, me meeting Dustin in a campground after being pulled from the train in a town I had no intention of stopping in.  What makes it miraculous is that my main goal of the trip was to find Mackie,  Dustin, and some of the other train hoppers I had met.

 All I knew is that they were living in Vernon BC.  Information from a train hopper passing through Winnipeg.

 After being pulled from the CN train at an intersection just west of Revelstoke I walked up a country road to the highway and began hitch hiking west.  Feeling a bit groggy from not sleeping all that well the bushes the night before I decided to walk and hitch as I walked towards a campground a couple hundred yards up the highway.  I saw their big sign ahead.  Campground, it read.

 When I got there the door to the office was open but nobody was there.  Seeing a pop machine and chips I left some money, took a pop and bag of chips and headed back to the highway, but upon leaving a man drove up in a pickup.

 He talked me into stay the night and I began setting up my tent in a isolated corner back of the campground.  As I was setting up a pick up pulled up next to me and a guy about my age got out and asked if he could use the spot I was eying myself. “Sure,” I said, “I’m just by myself , I’ll take the smaller sight next to you.”

 As the man was setting up his tarp, it began to rain slightly.  Then a jeep pulled up and a young man got out and started helping the older fellow.  In no time they had their rig up.  I looked long at the young guy.  I thought to myself.. it couldn’t be Dustin.’  But it was. 

I don’t know how long it will take to find them all now.    Maybe it will take my entire life.  I don’t know.   But I think it may take a very long time. 

Dustin and Mackie have a four year old and a two year old and are living happily in BC.  I stayed with them for a while then hitched to Osoyoos and Oliver where I interviewed  nomadic fruit pickers.  To be continued..

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The Wanderers

By Rodeny Graham

Published in Street Sheet (Canada) in 2004. 

 

Winnipeg, MB – Who has not felt the urge to cast off responsibility and strike out for parts unknown? Without exception, everyone has sat at their office desk fuming over something the boss has done, or not done – or something in your life you can’t do much about anyway. There is a breed of people who have done it – they said ‘… take this job and shove it – I aint’ workin’ here no more!’ It is a lifestyle many of them have embraced as routine and are actually quite comfortable… well, most of the time anyway…

They used to call them hoboes. They still do in the United States – or tramps, but in Canada we call them train-hoppers mostly. Some may ask, ‘what good are they? They don’t contribute to society, they’re just dirty bums!’ Well, I beg to differ… theirs is a priceless gift to us – a rich legacy; a national treasure even, and in the future – an historic picture of songs, adventures, tall tales, and ballads… It is actually us who owe them a lot. Personally, I have gained intangible treasure from them – the good influence they’ve been on me – Courage in hardships; loyalty to friends; resourcefulness; bravery; honesty; individuality; humility; optimism; tolerance; generosity…

Over the years I have met hundreds of youngsters and telling their story is often quite depressing, both for them, and for me too. But those are the youngsters barely in their teens and most are runaways. Studies have concurred that most are there because of extreme abuse of one sort or other at home. But this article is about those who are now still not so old – but sort of ‘old hands’ at being on the road with empty pockets. The kids I talked to in Winnipeg were mostly in their mid-to late twenties with thousands of miles of train hopping under their belts. Sadly, some of them, of course had tales of a bad childhood that traced its way to the road. But whatever their pasts – they were a great bunch: humorous, witty, and, maybe a bit filthy – but charming nonetheless.

They are not really bums

punkLike the charming hobo of old, some of the new train hoppers carry their tools with them. But for these young tramps in Canada, their tool of choice is not a hoe like the hoboes carried – but a squeegee. What I have noticed over the years is how incredibly similar they are to the hobo of tradition.

Although there are differing opinions about how many hoboes there currently are – they definitely have kept in touch. In fact, each year there is a convention in Britt, Iowa where a “king” and “queen” of the hoboes is named. The hundredth anniversary of the gathering will be in 2006.

Sarah George, a filmmaker from England, who made a documentary called “Hobo Jungles“, said she had heard estimates of 10,000 to 100,000 regular freight hoppers in North America. But Gerri Hall, president of Operation Lifesaver, a rail safety group, says it is closer to 20,000 who ride the rails occasionally. The largest group, according to Hall are true tramps (mostly men from 30 to 50 years old). Followed by “punks”. Youths according to Hall who are rebelling against society. I would add to that, however, some of these are probably youths who are running from abuse at home too… then there are “recreational hoppers”, middle class people doing it for a thrill.

There’s an old favourite hobo tune called The Big Rock Candy Mountain by Harry “Haywire Mac” McClintock, circa 1920, that goes like this:

On a summer day in the month of May a burly hobo came hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a man can stay for many a day, and he won’t need any money

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountain

There’s a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain’t no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted

The hobo of history

In the mid-19th century, civil war veterans who were in need of work after the civil war had destroyed much of America’s economy hopped freight trains. They were probably the first train hoppers. They travelled from farm to farm to work for whatever was offered. They often carried hoes with them. They called them ‘hoe-boys’. Many historians agree that the term ‘hobo’ derived from the phrase ‘hoe boy’. When you see cartoons of hoboes with a stick on their shoulder and a knapsack they were actually carrying a hoe with a knapsack tied on the end of it. Young men worked in gardens for a few days room and board – the work they did was arguably not very necessary work, but an agreement whereby the hobo was given a full belly and maybe a pillow for a night. They would also do odd jobs like washing floors in a hotel, for example for a nights stay and a hot bath.

Black Tuesday, October 29, 1929, was the start of the Great Depression. This was the golden age of the hobo. During the depression it is believed that nearly one and a half million hoboes from many walks of life road the rails. They had a culture and code all their own. They weren’t bums; bums begged and hoboes did work often for just a meal. According to Jeff Davis, King of the Hoboes, 1913: ‘A hobo is a man who will work when he can get it, at a decent wage, but insists upon the right to beat his way from town to town to better his condition – Men of character’.

The now famous Canadian “Trekkers” hopped east from Vancouver, BC toward Ottawa in the depression to demand more decent conditions for the poor. They were stopped and beaten by the R.C.M.P. in Regina, Saskatchewan while on their way to Ottawa.

Train hopping  punks

punkThe use of the word “punks” is not derogatory; by the way, the “punk movement” is seen as something quite noble. I ran into Dustin and Mackie at Polo Park in Winnipeg. They had been trying to pan in front of the mall, without much success. Because of their extremely dirty fingernails and condition of their clothes I knew they were train hoppers.

“We didn’t have much luck here, ” said 24-year-old Dustin, “We’re trying to make enough to catch out to Edmonton. 26-year-old Mackie has been travelling for for an incredible 12 years (and hopping for 8), Dustin has been hopping for 6 years. They met first in Vancouver, BC one year ago then again in Calgary just three months ago. They then train hopped to Toronto from Alberta. When I met them they had just arrived from Toronto and were heading west again to Edmonton, Alberta. I gave them my phone number and left knowing they probably wouldn’t call. Fortunately, however, I ran into them in Osborne Village later that day – and they introduced me to more squeegee punks and train hoppers than I had ever seen together in one place.

punkIt was raining that day so they had taken shelter. The beer was flowing freely and there was carnival atmosphere there. It was like a family reunion, as young men and women who had not seen each other in months or years even, shared adventure stories. Woody Guthrie could be heard wailing away from someone’s ghetto blaster. Later on, as everyone got more sauced, a few of the boys began singing ‘King of the Road‘. None of them knew all the words to it though. Not much opportunity to interview there, but it was entertaining non-the-less. The reason so many had ended up in one spot is because a lot of transient youth and squeegee kids head west for the winter, where it is warmer. On my way home I looked up and saw about a dozen geese flying over Winnipeg – heading south. I had to chuckle… just like the train hoppers, I thought.

I sat on Osborne St. in Winnipeg talking to Dustin and Mackie the next day. Dustin or Mackie would every so often say, ‘excuse me,’ and ask a passer-by if they could have their leftovers. People were coming out of the many restaurants with little leftover bags. Dustin and Mackie were ready for dinner, and showed me the ingenious way they obtained it…

Personally, I never would have noticed the bags – but these two were a seasoned pair and they had hawk eyes. In fact Mackie and Dustin had themselves a quite a good dinner – mostly yummy Chinese food. While at the same time generously offering me all kinds of info about their very interesting lives.

I showed them the pictures I had taken of the big group under the bridge the previous rainy night. “Can I keep this one?” Dustin asked. I told him to keep them all since I made two sets of them.

“The rest of them will get a kick out of them when we meet up again,” he said, grinning. Then they showed me some pictures they had taken on trains. There was a picture of an old man standing on the street in one of them.

“Who is this old man?” I asked.

“He is a man who had seen us sitting on the sidewalk in Melville Saskatchewan earlier this summer. It was on our way to Toronto,” Mackie answered. “It was funny… what he had said was, ‘what are you two… some kind of new age hoboes?’ He was interested because he had known hoboes decades ago. He invited us home and he had insisted we eat all the hot dogs we could because he owned a hot dog concession in town,” She looked downwards at the picture again. “He’s dying,” she whispered… her eyes fixed on his picture, “He won’t live much longer.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said, “we have to stop off and see him on our way through.”

“Yeah, we really should, Dustin,” Mackie replied.

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said, ‘Boys, I’m not turning.
I’m heading for a land that’s far away beside the crystal fountain;
So come with me, we’ll go and see… the Big Rock Candy Mountain.’

You Don’t Know Me

This is the very first article posted on my new site.  Because I was a homeless youth and because I write a lot about homless youth and injustices imposed upon them by our system and our society.  Expect to see some shocking articles that you will rarely  see in the mainstream media. 

Young people on the streets usually straighten out and get on with life – street life is usually temporary.  Yet people treat them like trash and like criminals even though they are usually hardly like that at all.  In fact they are most often more worthy of respect than the ‘normal citizen’.  

You Don’t Know Me

Published in 2001, Street Sheet (Winnipeg), and Street Talk (Calgary)
By Rodney Graham

WINNIPEG, CANADA – While journeying to San Francisco for conference a few years ago I met an unusual person on the street in Banff Alberta. I say unusual because the merchants and authorities usually sweep panhandlers away fast — Banff is a big tourist Mecca in the beautiful Rocky Mountains. I interviewed her before I left for California.

Sometime later, I don’t know how long, but it was more than a year – maybe two, I met her accidentally. I was in a store in Banff and she came up to me and said hello – she was working in the store. I interviewed her again. She was working regularly, her boyfriend was working, and she certainly did, in fact have hopes and dreams, as she had told me before – and was one step closer to them. When I first met Crystal she was dressed as a punk rocker and was quite scruffy and was panhandling on the street. She was the next time clean and healthy looking. I write this with a purpose. Young people on the streets usually straighten out and get on with life – street life is usually temporary. The main reason I write this is to publish Crystal’s own words. When I met her first I asked her,

If you could speak to the world and tell them what you want them to know about you – what would you say?’ These are her words…

“You don’t know me. I have hopes and dreams too. I didn’t decide to be desperate and I don’t enjoy it. It is very hard just to spend most of my time trying to survive from day to day. It takes up most of my time in fact…

It is very hard to find work when you have no address, no clean clothing, no money, no references, no experience, no support…’

Please don’t fear me, disrespect me, or judge me…and especially–l don’t exploit me…

You don’t know whether I am simply here because I am rebellious and delinquent or whether I am from an abusive home and ran away and found little resources out there and now am desperate. It is much easier to become desperate and homeless for youth than people might think. I can’t receive welfare because I am less than 18 years old.

If I do want help from the government I must give them my parents address, names and phone number. Some kids do not want to go back to their parents because their parents are far worse than their kids.

It may be your decision to treat me disrespectfully and not believe me. But why are you afraid of me? Am I such a threat to you? All I am doing is asking for some small change. Maybe there are bad kids out on the street and don’t need spare change. Is it a great cost to you or the rest of the public to take a big risk and give me change?”

Like most young citizens who experience what Crystal did she has the benifit of character building hardship that will aid her in the future.  Possibly too, she may be able to help others along her way who are less fortunate.  I was happy to hear that she was interested in music, art and especially -  activism.  I’ve lost contact with her and her boyfriend but I hope they do very well.  There was a article before this one of course – since I wrote an article about her two years before called Stuck in Paradise - I think – which I will post when I find it.

Train Hopping Stories

Train Hopping the Fraser Canyon

By Rodney Graham for Street Sheet (Canada)

November 2004

 A Saturday night in late October approached last call in Jasper Alberta. The little town nestled her bar hopping drunken tourists among titanic black mountains. The scene was lit by a full moon.

You could clearly see the dark shapes of people wandering from pub to pub. I could also see clearly the white CN security truck racing up and down the rail yard about every half hour. I sat silently in the middle of a park where the tourist booth was. It was directly across the street from the VIA rail station and rail yard. I had been here now for three hours waiting for a westbound freight to arrive.

I had actually caught out in this same train yard more than a year before. But it was not alone and my main aim was to accomplish my first solo hop. After interviewing several “train hoppers” in recent years I had felt a strong surge of wanderlust in my guts – I just had to go and experience it too… I had to do it. And do it alone. The stories especially of the young people I had branded “the Wanderers”, mostly from Ontario, had enlivened and inspired me. My second goal was to keep in touch with the young people, mostly in their mid to late twenties who I had met in Winnipeg earlier that year. It was unusually to find so many train hoppers in one place at one time because they usually travelled solo or in twos only. But in Winnipeg in mid summer of 2004 there were about fifteen and they all knew each other. It had been like a family reunion.

grain train and several cars travelling along beside waterAs I journal these train hoppers I am always amazed at how similar they are to the hoboes of old. They even have similar virtues and traditions like sharing and caring for each other. Many work part time, many squeegee too. There is a special bond between them that hardship and travel have honed into their colorful characters. I later found about five of them in Vancouver and will write about them in separate articles. Mackie and Dustin were there in Vancouver with Justin. Digger, from Scotland, was in Victoria.

Having scouted the rail yard for three days now I felt confident that I could “catch out” without much trouble. They say you spend fifty percent of your time just waiting and watching when train hopping. The preceding two days I had been alarmed several times but I don’t know if it was paranoia or lack of experience or both. I had felt sure that when I walked along the tracks and along the long dike that separated the town from the rail yard a security truck would show up. Did they have infrared goggles? Another thing: The Parks Canada truck would show up too and even shone its spotlight towards me. I was told later that it was just paranoia. CN didn’t use infrared glasses.

But just to be on the safe side I decided to stash my backpack in the bushes near the tracks where I would try and hop the train. I sat directly across the street in the park where I could watch both the bush and the rail yard. It worked well. I was counting on the full moon to help me see to manoeuvre too. It was a strategy that worked well on D-Day but maybe I would just be a better target for security too.

Finally, about 3:30 am and after drinking about six cups of coffee and saying hello to numerous drunken tourists with strange accents – I heard the throaty rumble of diesels approaching from the north. A west bound train! I stood and saw the telltale three large headlights approaching…

I sat again and took a big gulp of Southern Comfort for courage. The train slowed. It had two engines and the cars were all grain cars. A good sign for me. Many grain trains went to Prince Rupert to the shipping terminal there. I wanted to go to Rupert more than I wanted to go south to Vancouver. But it would be a gamble – Most trains went south to Kamloops and Vancouver. The train stopped. I knew I only had about ten minutes. That’s about the time it takes the crews to change in Jasper. By law train crews must change every twelve hours.

I stood and casually walked across the street and over to the bush where my pack was. I held my briefcase in my hand. I immediately picked up the pack and put it on in one motion. I then walked quickly to the train which was about four tracks out from the side.

grain car and the hole with backpack in itBecause of lack of experience I made a couple of mistakes immediately. I climbed on the first grain car I saw – It was not good for riding. It had big air brake machinery on the platform. I threw my pack off and headed to the next car. Again I made a mistake – I threw my pack up on the platform and looked inside. The insides had holes in the floors. Again not good. So I threw my pack off again. This time I left the pack on the ground and climbed on board. The platform was flat and clear, inside there was a flat floor. Good one! I scampered off and threw my pack up and then inside in the hole to the left. I climbed into the hole on the right. I hadn’t been in for more than a minute when I heard… psssssst! The air brakes were being released. Then Clang! The slack was being taken up. We were moving already. Soon we were going twenty miles per hour. I saw the VIA Rail station go by then the train turned west and over the intersection that leads to the highway. We were rolling!

I remembered the ear plugs in my hip pocket and put them in. It is deafening without them.

I felt like a kid on Christmas day – I was giddy with excitement. I climbed out after only five minutes inside and was welcomed on the platform with a real Christmas scene. Snow covered gigantic Fir trees wiped by on either side illuminated by the full moon.

I pulled out my mickey of Southern Comfort and chugged on it. Sitting cross legged on the platform I drank in the beautiful panorama. I howled at the full moon.

passing train with Canada on the sideUnfortunately, the disposable cameras I had brought were insufficient to capture the low lit trees. Even at 800 ASA it was too dark to capture. I soon had to hide in my hole again. The train slowed and a CN worker on the side of the tracks looked directly at me. I don’t know if he saw me in my hole or not. The train stopped at least six times to let other high priority trains go past heading east.

I soon tired and fell asleep. I was quite comfortable even though there is only about four square feet in either hole. The train. The train eventually stopped in Kamloops around 4:00 pm and the crew changed in about half an hour. I was a bit disappointed when I learned the best scenery was south of Kamloops and that I only had about five frames left in the one disposable camera. I had used disposables for one reason. Everything tends to brake or get torn when train hopping, not to mention getting filthy and full of rust. Into the Fraser Canyon and in late afternoon the view was stunning. Three hundred feet above the raging Fraser River the train clung to the canyon walls and slithered through several tunnels as well. Next time I will leave earlier and bring more film.

As night approached I hid on my hole and tried to get a radio station on my cheap transistor radio. It was useless, too noisy and no stations anyway.

Into the night
picture of Water from platformAs we headed south and on past Hope, Hope BC that is, the train picked up speed and travelled probably fifty miles per hour – it seems anyway. We were definitely high balling towards Vancouver. It began to rain not surprisingly. As we passed Chilliwack BC I noticed an alarming number of large train yards with huge spotlights. And if that was not bad enough, not just barbed wire topped fences but razor wire topped fences! We sped past several factories that spewed out billowing white smoke. One factory had large pipes with fire coming out the tops. It seemed like a science fiction movie scene. I thought these yards would never end. I had visions of giving myself up to uniformed authorities and being handed several fines and being driven off the property by police.

But after what seemed like an eternity the train finally slowed noticeably and turned a corner where the lights seems to dim. It was stopping! My pulse began to race as it had when I first hoped on board. I have to jump. Now! I scampered out of my hole and dragged my backpack out of the hole. I threw it to the ground and followed it. I was very careful though. I inched down the ladder and grabbed each rung tightly. The train had stopped. I noticed a security yard behind and a large tower ahead about one hundred yards. I hurried to the edge of the tacks where an extremely high and steep bank loomed. It was more like a cliff really. I stepped over a cement curb and into some vegetation. I stood there for a moment and holding my briefcase up and both arms outstretched like a scarecrow I realized I was standing in the middle of a bunch of Devil’s Clubs with huge thorns. But as I stood there I also felt a sense of relief. Across the tracks on the other side was a big body of water and up above it was something I remember seeing every day as a youth growing up in east Vancouver – the lights of Grouse Mountain!

I must be in Burnaby, not far from Vancouver. I very slowly extracted myself from the thicket of thorns and slowly proceeded west down the tracks. I couldn’t go back and I was afraid to run into security ahead at the big tower. I looked up ad saw a few black lines going up the slope. “Must be paths” I thought. Approaching one of them I realized they were paths but so steep they must be hard to climb even in summer!

Scrambling and falling up I saw a big nylon rope. Grabbing it I pulled myself and my 20 lb back pack and my 10 lb briefcase up. After about fifty feet I discovered I was not even halfway up! I was already tired and wheezing. On top of it rain started to fall slightly. “Got to go” I thought. “Only one way”… I grappled with vines and pulled and stumbled upwards. I stopped about each ten feet. I was becoming very tired now. After another eternity I reached the top. I felt like my heart would explode and I could hardly catch my breath. Was I having a heart attack? Finally I got my breathing back and at the top I threw my pack off and crumpled on top of it – completely exhausted. Then the rain stared to pour down in buckets. Cold rain.

I sat dejected and totally bereft of strength. I only had enough strength left to pull on a rain slick and cover my pack with a garbage bag. No strength left. So I sat there resting for about twenty minutes. I looked down at my hands and they were black as coal. Just like the kids I had seen in Winnipeg. Black fingernails. I looked at my shoes, both were torn. My pants were torn and my back pack was also slightly damaged. I wondered what my face must look like. But then I looked up and saw the beautiful lights of North Vancouver and Grouse Mountain. I realized I had done it – alone. A large grin crept across my filthy, mud covered face and it was uncontrollable. I sat there in the pouring rain with this big grin. Fortunately the rain stopped as quickly as it had begun.

I pulled out my bottle of water. I was dying of thirst. I gulped down every last drop. Gathering what strength I had left I pulled on my pack and picked up my briefcase. I walked along a path looking for civilization. I soon found it. Rounding a corner of a big hedge I found myself standing in the middle of a back yard. A back yard full of big patio lanterns and oil lit lamps. There were several people standing in the patio. They were all holding wine glasses; some wore pretty evening gowns… some of the men sported tuxedos.

“Pardon me,” I said, “Can anyone direct me to a payphone? I have just crawled off a freight train and need to get to my sisters house in Port Moody.”

For the longest time no one said anything but merely stared. Then a rather handsome looking middle aged woman with a lovely pink evening gown responded. “If you walk that way you will reach Hastings Street. Perhaps there is a pay phone there.” The others just stood and stared.

“Is this Burnaby?’ I asked.

“Yes, yes it is,” the lady responded. “North Burnaby.”

“Well… Happy Halloween,” I said. I turned and trudged off in search of the payphone.

How Street Sheet (Canada) Started

How Street Sheet Canada Started

By Rodney Graham

Without the experiences of my youth – And without meeting some heroic people in my life I would probably never have started this paper called Street Sheet Canada

My mother and father divorced when I. was 10 years old.  They had separated numerous times and had reunited numerous times.  During that time our family of six moved from mining town to mining town – Between Saskatchewan and Northern British Columbia.

My mother spiralled into alcoholism and by the age of 12 my parents were divorced and the other three children were four years older than me and in their teens – able to fend for themselves and work. 

I was made a ward of the court and although I love to see mothers and children, fathers and children stay together – Sometimes it is better for the child to leave.  After living in foster homes and group homes for several years I had obtained the knowledge the hard way.  With that knowledge I now try to help others who have faced childhoods and youth fraught with carnage and trauma. 

Before my mother’s death at the age of 68 I reconciled with her and we were very close and loved each other.  The same with my father.  The last years of his life we were close.  It is always good to reconcile – But only when time has healed the wounds.

I studied journalism in my early years, picking up courses here and there.  I wanted to be a war correspondent.  I loved the thought of the adventure and intrigue all over the world.  I loved taking pictures of people, animals, and life.  I found myself doing activities like these to ‘escape’. 

But in my early twenties I became aware of other problems besides family in society.  I left Vancouver and all the bullshit and went up north.  I worked in the bush.  I worked n the logging industry.  I worked periodically for the Ministry of Forests in BC.  One of my favourite jobs was smoke jumping. I loved the forests.

On a trip to Northern Ontario to go smoke jumping I stayed in Winnipeg Manitoba.  It’s a mid sized city in the middle of Canada.  An unusual city in many ways.  The only city for hundreds of miles in any direction in the middle of the eastern prairies. 

After travelling back and forth across Canada I thought I might as well settle down in Winnipeg.  By then I was of an age not suitable for adrenalin junkies and very hard work environments.  While hanging out in Winnipeg I met interesting people who reminded me of my youth.  Activists.  I found the anarchist kids intriguing.  My neighbourhood was an area where many progressive people lived.  The local environmental group in my neighbourhood – Wolseley, had quite an interesting library.  That’s when I decided to look into the paper waste situation and began a neighbourhood ‘no flyer campaign’.  

But it was social activism that really interested me.  Because of my youth and childhood probably. 

But it also scared me.  When I read articles about injustice and inequity I often had trouble reading the whole thing.  It brought back bad feelings.  I also wondered if the writer got it right!  One issue in particular sparked my interest and I could barely read anything about it – it troubled me.  Squeegee kids. 

When I was young I ran away from several group homes.  Some are not very pleasant.  The articles I was reading bothered me.  They seemed to interview only certain people.  And then pick the worst example of the squeegee kids and use their interview.  Business people, police, social workers, and other government officials.  People I had learned NOT to trust.  The average person would not agree perhaps with my mistrust. 

One day I went in search of the ‘squeegee kids’.  I spent many hours with them.  I learned the truth. 

They were being railroaded, harassed, used, and oppressed by all the people I just mentioned.  The first law criminalizing squeegee kids was enacted in Winnipeg – A municipal law.  I started Street Sheet Canada shortly after that.  You can google the key words to find some of my articles.  That’s it.  Except for a couple of people I should mention.  Nick Ternette in Winnipeg and Chance Martin in San Francisco.  I admired Nick’s work and also Chance’s editorials – I named our little prairie paper Street Sheet Canada in admiration of Chance’s editorials and Street Sheet – In San Francisco. 

I’ve written many articles about Nick – But I include here an article, although a bit, old it tells of Chance Martin and his work…But to ad to my story let me tell you one more thing…I went down to San Francisco North American Newspaper Association convention in 2002.  I wrote an article detailing the invaluable things I learned there and the truly amazing people I met there in an article titled – The Street Paper Dream. 

I will never forget those people.  Chance Martin, Tom Boland, and a list of people too long to mention and I can’t remember all of them, who are in my mind heroes and who have influenced our world more than anyone I’ve know.  Why was I so impressed?  Because I knew one thing in life if I knew anything – injustice.  I had experienced it.  So I knew they knew what they were talking about!

Please check my article about that conference and my experience there at www.streetnewsservice.org titled  – ‘The Street Paper Dream’

The following page has the article about Chance Martin.

The following article is from San Francisco Chronicle, written by Mike Weiss, Feb 2, 2005

He came to San Francisco a broken man. Speaking for the homeless made him whole.

In 1989 Chance Martin abandoned his middle-class possessions — all except for his Vuarnet wrap-around sunglasses — and pulled out of Chicago with a plan firmly in mind: See California before he died, then throw himself off the Golden Gate Bridge.

He was only half successful.

On a recent winter morning, with the fog wrapping the city in a grey cocoon, Martin, now 50 and the editor of the Street Sheet — a newspaper that champions the homeless and chronicles their desperation — sat in a Tenderloin coffee shop beneath a plastic hibiscus and explained how his plan had gone right by going awry.

“I was ready to write the whole thing off,” he said. “I had a heating and air conditioning business. I was reporting $60,000 a year. My wife divorced me. A year later I’d find myself at stoplights, weeping. A doctor put me on lithium and Prozac, and it triggered a reaction like mania. Three months later I was homeless and headed to California.

“You know,” he said, sipping from his coffee mug, “this is really a unique place. A really small town — you can make a difference. What saved my life was meaningful social engagement.” He laughed, a smoker’s throaty guffaw that punctuates his talk.

“I like to say that one day instead of suffering my mental illness I decided to make everybody else suffer.”

The son of a Gary, Ind., steel mill worker, he planned to attend college and study literature. But in 1972 he was busted at a party where marijuana was being smoked, and faced five years prison time.

“Indiana doesn’t screw around,” he said, his mild eyes lit by humor. Today, as most days, he was wearing a shapeless, ribbed sweater over his medium-sized, round-shouldered torso, jeans that had lost their shape, and a baseball cap to keep his bald spot warm.

Chance’s father persuaded a justice of the peace to expunge his arrest, if his son — his name then was Kenneth, Chance being a nom de plume he took in San Francisco — agreed to serve in the armed forces. The war was raging in Vietnam. On the other hand, says Martin, he had been gang-raped in jail.

He served as an avionics technician, and never saw combat. Nonetheless, his military service “kind of devalued my life” by depriving him of a sense of purpose or control of his own destiny.

After his discharge there were jobs, and marriages — three of them — and a daughter with whom he no longer is in contact. By the time of his last divorce — the one that precipitated his plan to kill himself — a lot of bridges were in smoldering ruins.

Asked if his parents are alive, he answered: “I don’t know.”

A moment later he added: “I made some bad decisions. I have a lot of regret. Sometimes I feel like what I’m doing now is squaring the ledger.”

For about five years he’s been putting out the Street Sheet, which has been published by the Coalition on Homelessness since 1989. It is unique among similar papers around the country in that it is mostly written, edited and distributed by people who are, or were, homeless.

“We never purported to be true journalism,” says Lydia Ely, its first editor. “A lot of muckraking, a lot of exposés.” Also, poems and editorial cartoons. “We always wanted people to be political as well as personal. Provocative.”

The Street Sheet’s approach to homelessness, said Martin, is multi- faceted. For one thing, it seeks to persuade that the cure for homelessness begins with social justice, not social control.

“Care not Cash is a page out of social control,” Martin said about Mayor Gavin Newsom’s controversial but popular plan to provide housing for homeless people while significantly reducing their cash payments.

“The people who paid for the Care not Cash campaign — the hotel council, the building owners, the restaurant association — have a very understandable dilemma,” Martin continued. “The proximity of homeless people affects their ability to make money. “When they see a homeless person, that person is the problem.

“I’m a homeless advocate. When I see a homeless person I understand the problem is a lack of housing, a lack of accessible health care, a lack of a living-wage job and educational opportunities.”

For another thing, Street Sheet — which prints about 36,000 copies a month and is distributed mainly downtown for a suggested price of a dollar — helps to support the people selling it.

“It’s one of the last low-threshold income opportunities homeless people can avail themselves of,” said Martin. “I’ve got 400 vendors. If you work hard, and are good at it, you can make $30 or $40 a day. Legally.”

His reasonable and reasoned approach and his good humor help make Street Sheet distinctive. When the mayor gave his first annual homeless address in December, Martin’s analysis ran two full pages. It was illustrated with a photo of Newsom and the caption: “Anyone the Christian Right hates so much can’t be all bad.”

But there aren’t a lot of laughs to be found around homelessness, as Martin knows. He is, himself, presently without a home, crashing with various friends. From June through January his full-time-plus job was paying half- wages as the Coalition struggled with diminished financing. He was pulling down $14,000. “About enough to ensure I stayed homeless,” he said. “It’s getting difficult.” (In late January came word that he would go back on full salary, $23,000, enough to rent a room again.)

He also serves without pay on the board of Media Alliance, and was appointed by Supervisor Chris Daly to the city’s mental health board.

“You know,” Martin said, preparing to leave the coffee shop, “there’s always been people with drinking problems, with mental health issues. They weren’t homeless when I was a kid. Now they’re very much under attack. And the rhetoric of ’social responsibility’ is just an alibi our politicians give for evading their social responsibility.”

His most powerful writing combines his ability to turn a neat thought with his personal understanding of what homelessness feels like.

“It’s always unconscious. I know I’m hitting the mark when tears begin hitting the keyboard. People don’t understand how much homelessness hurts.” Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he removed his glasses and wiped the tears with a paper napkin. “I can’t tell you what a blow to someone’s self- confidence and dignity it is to be homeless.”

By the time Martin arrived in San Francisco from Chicago it was 1992 — he got sidetracked for a few years in Los Angeles, where he developed a hard- drug dependency, and found his way into the mental health system.

His first home here was Baker Street House, a residence for the mentally ill. “I don’t care if people know I’ve been diagnosed as mentally ill,” he said. “The tragedy is that only one in 10 who are diagnosed will ever return to the workforce. To give somebody hope you’ve got to give them meaningful social engagement. Not a chore, not cleaning the bathroom. When you’re actually helping shape your future, when you see your work valued.”

That was what he found at the Coalition on Homelessness. He credits its founder and his mentor, Paul Boden, for helping save his life by teaching him the problem wasn’t a lack of charity, it was a lack of justice. Boden also insisted Martin stop using hard drugs or else hit the road.

“Chance is a great writer,” says Boden. “He puts his demons out there for everyone to see. That’s a risk. Whatever the Coalition was to him, he was strong enough to keep coming back, working hard, answering phones, cleaning bathrooms because he saw they needed cleaning.

“But ’saved his life?’ I hear that rap from many people. It’s not true. The Coalition wasn’t here for him. The Coalition was here. He found it. He saved his own life.”

And the meaning he’s found, Martin said, is inexhaustible. “It’s a big responsibility when you’re perceived as a top gun,” he said, “even only among homeless advocates. It would waste so much work we’ve done if I did something stupid. I got a lot of work to do before I’m done.”

The first time he was allowed to leave Baker Street House unescorted, he recalled, he walked up and over Pacific Heights, and all the way to the Marina. He could see the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance but had no desire to go there.

Instead, he was overcome with conviction.

“I was waiting all my life to live here. A lot of people come here for a lot of reasons. But I really do believe some of us are called here.” He laughed his characteristic guffaw, and drew on his cigarette. “And I don’t want to get too religious and metaphysical beyond that.”

It’s a Dog’s Life

Rod Graham

January 2009.

Saskatoon,  Saskatchewan, Canada – Recently I visited the city of Saskatoon Saskatchewan.  It was close to Christmas time and I was hoping to enjoy the season, visit my aunt Alice and cousin Lyle — and avoid writing anything that might cause stress.   A selfish attitude, and one I’ve told others not to have in the past — I couldn’t avoid being moved by a tale from a young man who was panning in front of the Center Mall in downtown Sas katoon. 

Unfortunately, it was not an unusual tale at all either. Cops harassing and trying to provoke the homeless and also various ignorant passersby finding it impossible to not insult or try and traumatize some less fortunate citizen on the street who are merely trying to panhandle passively and innocently. 

The young man was panhandling on the sidewalk, totally legally, not near an entrance, not near a bank, not near a bus stop etc etc etc..as the laws stipulate in most of Canada. When a policewoman came along, not doubt at the behest of some fine upstanding merchant or citizen and began the usual harangue they do:  ‘..Where are you from?   Why are you here?  Are you on medication?  Do you have a record?  Where are you going next?  And other insulting and presumptuous and intrusive queries.  If that was not bothersome enough – a fine citizen stopped, perhaps the cowardly person who had informed on the individual, and ‘kindly’ offered to take the boy’s dog from him. 

The cities finest then proceeded to agree with the nice lady who was trying to take the boy’s dog away from him and told him the dog would be better off in a ‘nice home’ than on the street with him.  As the young man protested the pair (Or trio or more – police never work alone) pestered him about the issue until he became agitated and raised his voice (Something the poor must never do to the status quo! Esp. on the street and being in a vulnerable position as he was) then the inevitable happened  – but I am surprised at the utter arrogance and corruption of the cops here, she arrested the man for ‘causing a disturbance’ and also took his dog and gave it to the guardianship of the SPCA (Which the law can do in such a case – if one is arrested). 

It is very very common for merchants, cops and others to confront and then try to provoke a homeless person, then having an excuse to further their persecution, to arrest, accuse or even assault the unfortunate soul.  In short the poor fellow had his dog taken away, possibly the only friend on earth he had at the time, and put him in jail for 24 hours. Granted, it was cold in early December of 2008, but the dog was a longhaired cross of domestic blood, I’m sure his companion was colder than he.  I am totally in favour of animal rights. 

But have we sunk so low that we value the comfort of a dog over that of a human being, no matter his status in our country?  Fortunately the young fellow was released and had time to go collect his friend before he was euthanized or given up for adoption to the nice lady. 

My instinct told me this was an infrequent visitor to the street, albeit not a stranger to it, and that he was merely temporarily on the street – Common for the young less fortunate in our country. My prayer now is that both are faring better and are also free of persecution.

Interestingly, multiple thousands each of dogs and cats of mixed breed are killed at the ‘humane’ society in Winnipeg annually – while at the same time you can easily buy a purebred at any pet store in Winnipeg for an average of $500.  This seems to be the situation from coast to coast as well.  The breeding industry is also very busy and very lucrative across Canada. 

I suggest that people ‘rescue’ a crossbreed dog or cat (Or a purebred one) or an older one from a shelter and save its life instead of buying one from a pet store.  Crossbred dogs and cats are not nearly as popular as purebred ones.  Older cats and dogs that are caught at large are not popular either and so are euthanized before puppies and purebreds– I prefer to use the realistic word – KILLED.  Also, pet store animals are often weak and unhealthy from being ‘boxed’ in small enclosures and from being ‘bred’ from exhausted female breeding dogs or cats.  They often die soon after being bought.  Where is the humanity in our country?  Why do we treat animals like objects of property?  Why do we treat children the same.

The way we treat the less fortunate is appalling.  It is also very common from city to city.  As for animals, pet stores should be outlawed but instead we ‘outlaw’ abandoned and abused animals instead of ‘saving’ them…

  And, unfortunately, we do the very same thing to our les fortunate citizens!  Shame!

The Real Criminals

Street Sheet Canada. 

December 15th, 2007

Canada’s poor treated like criminals while crimes against them are ignored

 Rodney Graham

      Winnipeg, Manitoba.  Canada — Is being poorly clothed, scruffy looking, and merely poor more of a crime than assault, rape, drug dealing, and even murder?  It’s hard to prove that this attitude exists because of the bias of mainstream media against the less fortunate ones – but this is exactly the case!  Not just in America, but here in Canada as well. 

       There were many articles last summer regarding the altercation and subsequent death of a non-homeless man in Toronto by 4 apparent ‘panhandlers’, as they were labelled.  There were dozens actually– about this one — isolated incident…  Mayor Katz, mayor of Winnipeg, Manitoba, even alluded to this incident that happened in Toronto when asked by media recently about the panhandler by-law and the challenge to it by National Anti-Poverty Organization, using it as an — ‘example’ of what happens when the panhandlers are not ‘put in their place’.  Where is ‘there place’?  — Is my question to the mayor.  I suspect, if one could read minds is, ‘there place’ is in jail, hidden, banished from off the earth!  Because that is exactly how the ‘system’ treats them, and it’s exactly how the general public treats them too anonymously.

     I have news for Mayor Katz:  Violence on the streets of our cities is a terrible thing.  Yes, it has increased over the years, alarmingly, even.  But, it is the homeless who are victims of violence by non-homeless people—not the other way round, as he, and the mainstream media, would have us believe!  Yes, the violence on the street is increasing too – violence against the poor!  Incidents of homeless, panhandlers, and even buskers being assaulted, killed, raped, and even set on fire are increasing alarmingly.  Further in this article the statistics of this will be shown.  Why is it, when the public reads dailies across Canada, they seem to get the impression that the homeless on our streets are scary, dangerous, violent, criminal?

      There was an article about a ‘panhandler’ in Halifax who saved an old woman from muggers in the summer of 2007.  This man was about the same age as the panhandlers accused of murder in Toronto, Ontario.  This incident transpired shortly after the former.  Very interestingly, to me anyway, is that I had a hard time finding many articles about the panhandler and his heroic act –Why?    Check dailies across Canada (By internet) about the panhandlers who allegedly caused the death of a non-homeless man.  There were innumerable articles about the alleged murder — but very few about the panhandler hero.   There was no mention of whether the panhandlers were provoked or insulted – Very little of the details of the incident even.   

     Having been an activist for 20 years and also a formerly ‘scary’ homeless youth. I have a lifetime of ‘experience to draw on – as well as hard facts.  Those facts are on the internet as I have explained, you merely have to do the slight bit of research as I have mentioned about the two events.  Anyone on earth who has access to the internet can do it.  I have interviewed convicted men and women, as well as homeless people. I think I know a bit about who is a ‘real’ criminal who needs reform, and who does not.  Panhandlers are definitely not criminals!  Neither should they be treated as such.  Neither should squeegee kids be viewed as such (Youth who wash car windows at intersections in Canada), the laws against them are in direct opposition to their rights as outlined in the Charter of Rights and Freedoms of Canada.  

     An apparent paradigm exists in the media community, not just on blogs, when the topic of panhandlers, and squeegee kids are the news of the day:  When people talk about the homeless, whether they are the media reporting, or the ‘general public’, they seem to demonize panhandlers, sometimes just subtly. Other times not so subtly — Call it merely ‘ignorance’ if you will.  Perhaps prejudice, arrogance, or maliciousness could be used.  Conversely, when speaking of the ‘general public’, or the ‘non-homeless person’, they are very careful to paint them as something holy and righteous — untouchable.  If you do not agree please read on with an open mind, I’m sure the ‘general public’ are more than willing – since this is a ‘liberal’ country — eh?  Further on in this article there are references to actual statistics showing a growing trend towards violence against panhandlers on the streets of North America perpetrated by the ‘general public’.  These statistics are from the U.S.  We do not keep such statistics in Canada, unfortunately, not nationally anyway.

     According to several studies in the United States it is the homeless and desperate youth who have suffered assaults and been victims of crime – perpetrated by non-homeless individuals in the general public.  When poor people are assaulted on the street they almost never report it.  But the media blows it up when a poor person is provoked and attacks someone of the general public.

        In The U.S. during the years (1999-2003) advocates and homeless shelter workers have seen an alarming rise in reports of homeless men, women, and even children killed, beaten, and harassed.  Since 1999 National Coalition for the Homeless has been compiling records of abuse against the homeless in America.  In 2003, nine homeless people died as a result of beatings by non-homeless individuals.  Dozens were assaulted on the street.   These numbers are probably far higher, however, because most homeless people do not report abuse.  There has not been a similar study in Canada.

       Groups like National Coalition for the Homeless in the States have been successful in challenging unjust laws and in spreading the word: “Instead of the compassionate responses that communities have used to save lives in the past two decades, the common response to homelessness is to criminalize the victims through laws and ordinances that make illegal life-sustaining activities that people experiencing homelessness are forced to do in public,” said Donald Whitehead, Executive Director of the National Coalition for the Homeless, who is himself formerly homeless.

        As it becomes increasingly difficult to afford housing, this country is turning to jails instead of creating affordable housing. These individuals and families are arrested for committing such illegal acts as sitting or standing on sidewalks and napping in parks. Whitehead stated, “At the national level, we see a relationship between municipalities’ efforts to make homelessness a crime and the increases in hate crimes and violent acts directed at homeless people in those cities.”

     The mainstream media went on a ‘feeding frenzy’ last summer: the alleged murder of a ‘normal upstanding citizen’, meaning a middle class/non-homeless person in T.O.– by the ever-stigmatized ‘scary dangerous street punk.’   I am always amazed at the one sided, hyped up, overblown treatment of panhandlers and ‘street people’. 

     Interestingly, the media (Mainstream) often try their absolute best — to portray the poor (Esp. the younger ones) of being dangerous, violent, and larcenous.  That is because most mainstream media know absolutely nothing about poverty and the less fortunate ones among us.  I’ve watched them for years!  They send their ‘crew’ down to the ‘street’ and then immediately interview, who else?  A merchant/businessman of course.  Then they interview, who else?  A cop — of course. Then a politician.  If they are real ambitious maybe they will then also interview a social worker or professional — or some fund sucker or poverty pimp.  Then — of course, the ‘bad guys’ — the poor.  And, of course, they make sure to pick someone who they’ve interviewed of the panhandlers who is not going to be a good representative of panhandlers either.  Kids I have spoken to tell me time and time again that the media that interviewed them twisted their words and/or wrote things they didn’t even say! – Making them look bad.  This occurs so often I often go interview the homeless person who I’ve seen in a mainstream media publication or broadcast, and sure enough, the poor person tells me that their words were twisted or their story was manipulated in such a way that it made the poor person look bad.

     They write what sells — write what the people want to hear

     The facts don’t matter.  Anyone with a modicum of intelligence could spend one day finding the real stats on violence and real “injustice”.  They might be surprised to find that the mainstream media, the police, and the merchants, and I would include so called ‘professionals’ across Canada are feeding them hogwash.  The stats (The few there are in Canada) show that it is the general public who usually attack/abuse the poor on the street.

          Back to the topic of violence and panhandlers in Canada; I challenge anyone to check the Internet for articles about the panhandler who saved an old woman from muggers in The Commons in Halifax the summer of 2007.  Better yet, check with papers (Dailies) across Canada. Try to find all articles about him AND all the ‘opinions’ of the ‘general public’.  You’ll have to search hard.   Then search for articles on Panhandlers who killed a man. 

      Make sure you have a hell of a lot of time to read since the articles and blogs raving about the ‘scary panhandlers’ is quite lengthy!  The incidents occurred only weeks apart.  

     Then do some simple arithmetic and check out the stats from National Coalition for the Homeless.  Although it’s stats about American cities – the same trend is happening to us in Canada.

        The media are correct in one area, however; that is this:  Violence on the street HAS increased over the years.  But the fact is that violence AGAINST the homeless has increased not the other way round as the media and those they interview would lead the naïve public to assume. In fact, it has always been that way!  You are far more likely to be murdered by a loved one or relative than a homeless person.  You are far more likely to be raped at some middle class party than by a street person.  The less fortunate ones on the street are far less likely to harm anyone in the public!  The ‘well off’ assault each other far more as well as assaulting the poor!  

     Yes, some of these so-called ‘street people ‘ are getting fed up with being assaulted, provoked, and insulted continually.  When the poor are assaulted you can bet on this: 

It will not be reported to the media or to police.  But there will be a day of reckoning…  It’s why I believe in God — To think otherwise would be illogical.  Someone surely has to repay the enormous injustices that are deliberately covered up by police, politicians, and also merchants and bureaucrats.       

          The traveling kids (Train hoppers and squeegeekids) are usually quite scruffy in appearance – that’s the real reason merchants don’t like them.  But the drug dealers at on the corner — appear comparatively neat and clean.  Now, you would expect that a drug dealer is someone more ‘undesirable’ to the ‘public’ than someone who is merely scruffy in appearance.  The police and merchants, of course, who follow the Darwinian law of the jungle don’t see it that way however.  Apparently merchants and cops don’t mind if dealers sell drugs to your children…  as long as they’re clean and not an eyesore’ – if they draw ‘consumers’ into the village – they’re good for business! 

     To them, what’s good for business is good for society at large.  Yes, the cops do their little annual drug ‘sweep’ each year or so.  But it is just a token really.

     So you see drug dealers being totally ignored by the cops while at the same time and in the same location even, the cops aggressively hounding and badgering a group of individuals (All afternoon!) who are merely dirty in appearance! — In other words – poor looking.  No less than 4 ‘two man’ cars were tied up in this harassment which I witnessed one day — No wonder it takes them 4 hours to arrive at a break-in in progress at a senior citizen’s home! The worst law they might have been breaking is ‘drinking liquor in public’, and if the cops were to bother them for that it would have been really ridiculous, esp. since there are at any one time dozens of drunk/semi-drunk/soon-to-be drunk/impaired yuppies sitting at terraces out-of-doors in the village till 2 AM then spill into the street — where they assault each other and others too…including panhandlers.

     So why do the mainstream media jump on a story about a homeless person fighting with someone of the general public?  Why does the mainstream media ignore and downplay stories about the homeless being assaulted, set on fire, raped, and abused and insulted, and provoked?  So is being poorly clothed, scruffy looking, and merely poor more of a crime than assault, rape, drug dealing, and even murder?  It’s hard to prove that this attitude exists because of the bias of mainstream media against the less fortunate ones – but this is exactly the case!  Not just in America, but here in Canada as well…

Street papers could go a long way in exposing this great injustice.  They should do so.

Criminalizing Canada’s Poor Will the ‘real’ criminals please stand up?

First published in Street Sheet (Canada) in 2005, revised in 2007.

 By Rodney Graham

 He taunted her as she walked back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the officer’s Café.   “How ugly you are!” he shot at her, “You have lost your teeth.  Are you trying to hide?” 

To summarize this passage from Les Miserables’, Inspector Javert arrests Fantine, after she lashes out at the ‘Jim dandy’ and scratches him.  Arbitrarily and on the spot, Javert the policeman sentences her to six months in jail.   Most know the story.  She is a poor woman, moral, but because of circumstance (She loses her job) and is slowly forced into more and more desperation until she sells her hair to a barber, then ends up on the street trying to make enough to feed her child Cosette.

A portrait of injustice – but is it a good example of contemporary society?  Some would say yes.  Hypocrisy, double standards and corruption – We have it now, as then, and perhaps even more now.  There are more homeless in Canada per capita than in the U.S.  Canada has one of the highest per capita rates of homelessness of any developed nation in the world. We have about 200,000 homeless.  The U.S., with a population nine times the size of us has 750,000.  

 

Injustice: While welfare rates have been cut in several provinces in recent years, and housing is an issue in almost every province; there has also been a rise in laws directly targeting the less fortunate.

 

In Toronto, Canada’s largest city there have been activities resembling a war with activist groups and coalitions of groups demonstrating against police “sweeps” similar to those carried out in large U.S. cities. “The system has cut welfare rates to the poor in Ontario, there are not enough shelters, and now the top it off they are implementing a new law making it illegal to sleep in public areas.  It is obscene, it’s immoral.”  Said John Clarke of Ontario Coalition Against Poverty in Toronto.  “Bill 8 targeted squeegee kids and others, people who were not committing a crime.  Other provinces are now copying our provincial by-law.” 

In BC, the Safe Streets Act was just implemented late in 2004.  The fines ranging from $86 to $115, to be issued by police as tickets similar to traffic offences, are the finishing touches of the Liberal government’s Safe Streets Act and amended Trespass Act. It is similar to Bill 8 in Ontario, which was implemented four years ago.  But Bill Burrill, president of Together Against Poverty in Victoria BC says their new law is more aimed at panhandlers in BC.  “The politicians claimed they were targeting inappropriate behaviour or aggressive panhandlers,” Burrill said, “ I don’t believe that — the criminal code clearly covers all acts inappropriate in public.  They don’t need this Safe Streets Act at all –It is specifically targeting panhandlers.  It has been brought into place to “beautify” the streets for rich tourists.” The law is so new it hasn’t been challenged yet.  There is a challenge to bill 8 in Ontario however.

 

Other cities were watching closely as National Anti Poverty Association challenged Winnipeg’s draconian anti-panhandling by-law.  It dragged on for five years and was finally settled out of court with Winnipeg city hall finally giving in.  The Winnipeg law restricted where and when panhandlers could work.  Winnipeg had implemented it in 1995 and interestingly, their own lawyers had advised against the law agreeing with activists that the criminal code was sufficient to deal with panhandlers.  The police even advised against the law.  City council did what Toronto’s city council did.  They ‘vetoed’ the findings and advice of those who warned against it and voted for the by-law against the advice of the ‘experts’ and did what the business community demanded.  Winnipeg also implemented the very first anti-squeegee kid by-law in 1998.  Again, against the advise of a 50 member task force made up of people from various social agencies and police.  Almost unanimously, the number one recommendation was to licence the squeegeers and allow then to continue. There has been no challenge to the squeegee law, however. Winnipeg’s panhandler by-law was repealed without going to trial and replaced with one focusing only on aggressive behaviour while panhandling.  So NAPO won in principle.  Amazingly, Winnipeg city council is again proposing a new anti-panhandler by-law.  Actually, over 100 fines were given to panhandlers in Winnipeg in 2006. 

“We need to find a better way to deal with poverty and desperation,” said Dennis Howlett, the former Executive director of NAPO, (National Anti Poverty Organization) in Ottawa. “ The reason these laws are being passed is because of pressure from small businesses in municipalities.” 

Howlett said that the costs of trails of panhandlers costs taxpayers a great deal of money when you add to it all the cost of defending unjust laws in Canada — money that could be spent on housing for the homeless. 

The new director of National Anti-Poverty Organization, Rob Rainer, met with the Social Planning Council in Winnipeg in the spring of 2007 to discuss once again challenging the panhandling by-law there.

Echoing his statements are activists across the nation who are enjoying tremendous success in defending panhandlers and squeegee kids in court.  The Ticket Defence Committee in Ottawa has defended over two hundred people fined under the Safe Streets Act.  Howlett said the activists and lawyers have been ‘tremendously successful’ in having charges thrown out. The defence is simple — The fine would pose an undue hardship on someone who has no money.

In Toronto, lawyers and activists have tackled it another way:  arguing that the law is against the Charter Rights of the panhandlers and squeegee kids.  The Act may also be unlawful since only the federal government can introduce laws regarding criminal matters.  BC has gone against the spirit of that argument apparently and their anti-panhandling law was upheld after a challenge by NAPO.  There has been no appeal yet from NAPO on the decision and a challenge to the new Safe Streets Act is a higher priority.  In the United States advocates have been very successful defending the poor citing cruel and unusual punishment as outlined in the American Constitution.  Several American cities have actually had to repeal their anti-panhandling by-laws and laws targeting the poor on the street.

Along with many judges across Canada who have a conscience — Judge Edwin Zimmerman, a judge in Winnipeg, where the first squeegee kid law was enacted, not only threw one of Canada’s first anti-squeegee charges a few years ago, but added, “ I think you’re doing a fine job — you’re dismissed!’

Some of the Canadian cities with laws concerning panhandling are:  Ottawa; Quebec City; Toronto, Winnipeg; Calgary and Vancouver.  Quebec City, Montreal, Winnipeg, the province of Ontario, and the province of BC have laws targeting squeegee kids.

Is there a need for new laws targeting the poor?  When questioning the public about it many will say, ‘yes, because of the crime on the street’. But they are not aware that neither panhandlers nor squeegee kids are likely to harm them in any way.  In fact, statistics show the opposite– that the homeless and poor on the street are often victims of violence from the general public!

 

Crime on the streets:  I have spent many hours observing the behaviour of people on the street.   People would often say something rude to the squeegee kids — the same with panhandlers.  But not the reverse.  I’ve seen worse.  One day at Portage and Broadway in Winnipeg a young girl and her boyfriend were squeegeeing.  A group of kids in an SUV were at the stoplight.  As they pulled away one of them threw and ashtray and hit the girl squarely on the temple. Blood poured from her head.  I could hear the people in the SUV wailing with laughter as the cowards fled the scene — the girl required 40 stitches.  When I told the police they were totally uninterested. 

 

I was on Osborne Street in Winnipeg another day.  I witnessed an employee of a tattoo parlour come out of his store and punch a Native male in the face several times until the poor man fell to the ground.  At least fifteen people sat sipping their expensive drinks in the sidewalk section of an upscale restaurant.  When I asked no one was willing to testify or get involved.  Yet another incident in friendly Manitoba:  I was not there but heard about it from several youths on the street.  A group of males jumped out of a van and beat two squeegee kids severely with golf clubs.  When others ran a few short blocks and told police the police said, ‘ The squeegee kids shouldn’t have been on the street it’s their own fault.’ The police refused to search for the van even though they were given the licence number.  Yet the chambers of commerce nation wide are hounding the civic politicians to ‘protect’ the public from panhandlers and squeegee kids.

I dressed in shabby clothes one day and tried to pan on Portage Avenue in Winnipeg.  I have never seen such rude behaviour in my life.  I think most people would suffer extreme trauma if they tried to panhandle.  I don’t think most people enjoy it actually; they simple do it because they are extremely poor and desperate. 

 

Whereas it is a given that there is crime on the street, the focus of public attention is not being directed by the system or the mainstream media to the real culprits.  Meanwhile contemporary law and an attitude leaning in recent years towards less sympathy for the less fortunate has made it a hard go for some people who are merely trying to subsidise a very low fixed income by begging or squeegeeing. 

 

In Barbara Murphy’s book The Ugly Canadian, the decline and fall of a caring society, she states,‘ we take pride in our toughness now, not our generous social policies.  We warn the poor and sick to keep their heads up; they’ve had their innings.  The years of compassion are over (the 40s to the 80s) Today we’re playing hardball…concern about the deficit turned to anger and the public looked for someone to blame.  Two items everyone could understand stood out:  The deficit and social programs.  Even though very little of the deficit could be blamed on social programs’.

 

Why the trend to Legislation?  Laws against the poor are not new.  Vagrancy and panhandling by-laws have been around for over a hundred years – or since the beginning of your nation.  The resurgence is mainly because of overly eager civic politicians wanting to placate the desires, moral or otherwise, of the business community.

In 1982 political scientist James Wilson and criminologist George Kelling co-authored an article in Atlantic Monthly titled “Broken Windows”.  They claimed that the best way to fight crime was to target the disorder that precedes it, such as:  panhandling, garbage, derelict buildings, and graffiti.  New York City Mayor Rudolph Giuliani adopted the Broken Windows Theory and implemented a community-policing strategy focused on order maintenance… graffiti washed nightly from subway cars, $1.25 subway turnstile-jumpers arrested, trash picked up. Minor, seemingly insignificant quality-of-life crimes were found to be the tipping point for violent crime. When New York “windows” were repaired, crime dropped – or so the bureaucrats claim.  Canadian cities took note and soon Toronto initiated Bill 8.

Bill 8 is province wide in scope and targets squeegee kids as well as other actions deemed anti social behaviour.  Activist and director of Ontario Coalition Against Poverty, John Clarke is a big opponent of it and says a group of activists are challenging it.  Here is an excerpt from Bill 8:

‘…This is one simple way that citizens measure their quality of life. They want to go shopping or take their children to a park or just go out for a stroll after seeing a show without hassle. They don’t want to worry about encountering behaviour that poses a safety hazard, and yet this is exactly what is happening in Ontario.

Activities such as aggressive solicitation, squeegeeing and the disposal of dangerous objects in parks have compromised the safe use of public places.’

But squeegee kids and panhandlers are extremely unlikely to rob, assault, and rape anyone.  It is true, however, that downtown areas of cities are where the highest rates of crime can be found.  Interestingly, in Winnipeg where the first anti-squeegee kid by-law was implemented in 1998, drug dealing, which is truly a crime, was rife in Winnipeg.  But the Business Improvement Zone (BIZ) politicians, and the police launched no such campaign as was launched against squeegee kids.  Why?  Squeegee kids and panhandlers were singled out – the poor people on the streets.  Today, you can walk down Osborne Street and immediately see the dealers, pimps, and gang members at the northeast corner of River and Osborne St, standing around looking cool.  If one were to check their criminal records it would stretch 10 blocks long. They stand around boldly, as if proud of themselves.  Seven years have passed since the squeegee kid by-law and ‘sweep’ of the scruffy looking squeegee kids.   ‘Real’ crime in the village is still the same — or even higher.  Is it because drugs and other ‘real’ crimes are good for business—but poor/scruffy people are not?

It’s about aesthetics:  “It’s a comfort issue”, said Arne Peltz, Lawyer for NAPO; the group that successfully challenged Winnipeg’s panhandler law five years ago, “ That’s what we’ll show in court, Peltz had said.  The NAPO statement of claim against the Winnipeg panhandler by-law had argued that the true purpose of the panhandler by-law was to distance and separate panhandlers from the rest of the population – to avoid discomfort of proximity to indigents on the street.  That’s the story you will get from many an activist  — it’s about comfort and aesthetics.  Many cities even called their downtown ‘revitalization’ projects ‘beautification’ projects.  

Desperate, but not criminals:  Every generation thinks the present generation of kids worse than the previous. That’s according to a study done by two Guelph researchers in Ontario -O’Grady and Sprott. They also stated that most people have already made up their minds about homeless youth but they would like to know if the “experts” agree. I’m not a big fan of “experts” especially when it comes to social issues. I have seen their work before and have disagreed many a time but O’Grady and Sprott seem to have made some good points.

     Sprott stated that fear is fueling the passage of laws designed to keep schools and society safe from violence, policies that Sprott says are often based more on anxiety and assumptions than reality. Recent examples include the Ontario provincial Safe Streets Act that allows police to ticket people for squeegeeing and outlaws panhandling in spots where the right-of-way is impeded (such as near bank machines and transit stops).

     Legislation that dictates where and when street youth can panhandle does not even begin to address the real problems kids face O’grady and Sprott’s study showed that hysteria and paranoia have much to do with people’s perceptions of youth today, especially homeless youth. For example, he believes that people’s consternation with squeegee kids does not have a lot to do with the youths themselves. His study on squeegee kids included interviews with more than 50 Toronto teens who were involved in squeegee cleaning and 50 who did not clean car windows for money.

Double Standards:  The findings revealed that squeegee kids were less likely to sell drugs, commit crimes and engage in violent behaviour than other less-visible street youth were. Squeegee kids also had a better mental outlook… Ironically whole new laws are being implemented to criminalize these people and prevent them from working.  The first law was implemented in friendly Manitoba.  There are several new laws targeting poor youth in Canada.  These laws were brought into being with relative ease with the business communities attending all the city hall meetings across our nation to be careful and make sure these “criminals”’ are prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. In the space of a few short months the anti-squeegee kid by-law in Winnipeg was implemented.  Interestingly, youth advocates across Canada have been lobbying for decades – literally – to raise the age of consent so that sexual predators in our communities would not victimize young people.  The age of consent in Canada was 14 years old.  We are one of the last of the Western countries to raise the age of consent!  The Present federal government has just raised the age of consent to 16 yrs.  The opposition parties fought against the change.  The politicians seem so eager to please the businesspersons across our nation – the poor and scruffy people – people who are not aesthetically pleasing to consumers are quickly confronted with conviction, yet the most vulnerable in our great country are ignored, as are their advocates!    

 

The following is an excerpt from the North American Street Newspaper Association website:  ‘A report put out earlier this year by the Washington-based National Law Center on Homelessness and Poverty (NLCHP) reviewed the punitive policies in 50 U.S. cities. It found that in 49 cities where the information was available, 86 per cent have laws that restrict begging. During the last two years, 12 per cent of those cities have enacted new laws restricting begging, and 73 per cent have laws restricting sleeping and/or camping outdoors. In many ways (videotaping or monitoring) serves more as a deterrent,” says Michael Stoops, project director of the Washington-based National Coalition for the Homeless. “No private security guard or police officer’s going to make themselves look foolish in front of a camera. But it’s hard to get patrols out there on a regular basis. So we find it’s best to educate homeless people about what their rights are and to give them the name and address of the local civil liberties attorney.”

“We found litigation to be the best way to stop a law from being passed or enforced,” says Stoops.

In Toronto, police reform lawyers like Mark Wainberg are only beginning to look at the possibility of launching a class-action suit against the police. But in U.S. cities, lawsuits on behalf of the homeless are common

Laws against poor encourage violence:  According to several studies in the United States it is the homeless and desperate youth who have suffered assaults and been victims of crime – perpetrated by non-homeless individuals in the general public.  When poor people are assaulted on the street they almost never report it.  But the media blows it up big when a poor person is provoked or attacks someone of the general public.

In The U.S. during the years (1999-2003) advocates and homeless shelter workers have seen an alarming rise in reports of homeless men, women, and even children killed, beaten, and harassed.  Since 1999 National Coalition for the Homeless has been compiling records of abuse against the homeless in America.  In 2003, nine homeless people died as a result of beatings by non-homeless individuals.  Dozens were assaulted on the street.   These numbers are probably far higher, however, because most homeless people do not report abuse.  There has not been a similar study in Canada.

Groups like National Coalition for the Homeless in the States have been successful in challenging unjust laws and in spreading the word: “Instead of the compassionate responses that communities have used to save lives in the past two decades, the common response to homelessness is to criminalize the victims through laws and ordinances that make illegal life-sustaining activities that people experiencing homelessness are forced to do in public,” said Donald Whitehead, Executive Director of the National Coalition for the Homeless, who is himself formerly homeless.

As it becomes increasingly difficult to afford housing, this country is turning to jails instead of creating affordable housing. These individuals and families are arrested for committing such illegal acts as sitting or standing on sidewalks and napping in parks. Whitehead stated, “At the national level, we see a relationship between municipalities’ efforts to make homelessness a crime and the increases in hate crimes and violent acts directed at homeless people in those cities.”

A woman I spoke to on the street made and interesting comment…

‘ Yes, there is a lot of crime on the street, she said ‘and there’s a group of unproductive people who are lazy and dishonest.  There should be something done about it.  But I am not talking about panhandlers or squeegee kids...’ I remember my first article about the squeegee kids – ten years ago, whom I say I admire and respect… One of the managers in Osborne Village, uncharacteristically, commented…’the squeegee kids?  They’re o.k… I think some of the businessmen around here are much more dangerous.’

Being Homeless is Illegal

Economic profiling treats homeless people as criminals

By Margo Pierce, with contributions from many editors and writers from several North American Street Newspaper Association street papers.

A multi-paper compilation by NASNA in 2009.

Affluent college students set up tents, cardboard boxes and crates on private property housed in their makeshift “shanty town,” as a protest against the plight of homeless people. Living outdoors for a night – food, toilets and police protection readily available – this camping offers protection for a night spent in full view of the public.

A ragtag group of people huddles under a highway bridge, cars thundering overhead, setting up tents and a few belongings. They are waiting out a storm. It will likely be a few days before the rain finally stops, so they are grateful for the protection and a measure of privacy in a public place.

The first group will pass the night in relative calm after the TV cameras leave. The second group will be invaded by police issuing citations before forcing them back into the storm to look for some other shelter, possibly leading to more tickets. Both situations describe people creating their own shelter. The reason they are treated so differently is economic profiling. Like other forms of profiling – targeting individuals for suspicion because of their race, faith or nationality – economic profiling uses the appearance of poverty as a basis of suspicion.

Economic profiling is also used to create laws and ordinances that intentionally target economically disadvantaged people, frequently homeless, for the stated reason of improving public safety. The problem is that this profiling doesn’t work, and it sanctions discrimination against people who are different, feeding an irrational fear of “homeless people.”

Beautiful people can be homeless, too

If you saw David Letterman or Jim Carey sleeping in a car, wrapped in a sleeping bag against the cold, would you call the police and complain that he made you feel unsafe while walking your dog? Would Halle Berry, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt on a bus-stop bench, prompt you to tell a cop that a prostitute was soliciting in a place where children gather? Would those people inspire feelings of fear, disgust or self-righteous indignation?

Of course not. You’d look for a piece of paper for an autograph and get your cell phone ready to take a photo. The only difference between Letterman, Berry and other people on the street is that they managed to move beyond homelessness and became rich. When they were homeless, however, a call to the cops would have been a more likely outcome, because we treat homelessness as a crime.

In 2007 approximately 3.6 million people were homeless at some time in North America, according to a number of non-profit organizations. “Homeless” is defined in a variety of ways, so it is impossible to paint a uniform picture of what this reality looks like. But the numbers show that homelessness has reached epidemic proportions. The popular response is punishment.

“It’s illegal to be homeless in this country. We have a form of economic profiling similar to racial profiling,” says Michael Stoops, director of community organizing for the National Coalition for the Homeless in Washington, D.C. “It’s a major problem, and it’s not going to go away unless citizens demand that their cities do something about it in a positive manner.”

This is true across all of North America.

“During the past 10 years the number of tickets given to the homeless by the police has quadrupled,” says Serge Lareault, publisher of the Canadian street paper L’Itinéraire. “Considered an ‘open city,’ many homeless have moved to Montréal, especially after the situation in Toronto, where the police decided to ‘clean’ the downtown of the homeless through ticketing and harassment.

“From 1994 to 2007 the population of homeless in Montréal has passed from 15,000 to 30,000. The tickets given to the homeless between 2003-05 total $3.3 million, and they will never pay it, because they have no money. The majority of them say it’s a big reason why they will not be able to reintegrate the society, because they have too much to pay.”

People who live on the street or rely on shelters for temporary housing are on the outside of society because they appear to do things that are inappropriate. The law treats certain necessary behaviors as “anti-social” when they are performed in public. Criminal citations are often issued to homeless people for activities that everyone else does indoors or on private property: earning income, sleeping, eating, going to the bathroom or sitting down to rest.

Stoops calls these “quality of life” behaviors. Some of the laws barring them are cited in the Homes Not Handcuffs: The Criminalization of Homelessness in U.S. Cities, a 2009 report by the National Coalition for the Homeless and the National Law Center on Homelessness and Poverty. They include:

  • Bathing in public waters
  • Urination/defecation in public
  • Begging/panhandling
  • Camping in public places
  • Sitting or lying in public places
  • Spitting
  • Failure to disperse from public places
  • Washing cars or windshields
  • Being without a shirt

Using a toilet is a universal need. You might think a person could just use the facilities in a public place such as a library or subway or a shelter. But that ignores facts that only become obvious when you are living on the street. Many public places can be too far away to walk to – assuming you can walk) and are locked much of the day. Many shelters have restricted access; not anyone can just wander in when they want. And businesses rarely allow people who are not customers to use their facilities.

Then there’s the challenge of taking a shower.

Olympic Kidnapping

While advocates for the homeless recognize the harmful impact of such laws, most communities are slow to recognize the added burdens they place on people already struggling to overcome significant barriers. A single complaint can result in fines for homeless people even if they are causing no problems. When four police cars pulled up to an area under the Interstate 5 bridge in Sacramento, Calif., and cops started ticketing the people sheltering there, Paula Lomazzi, editor of Homeward, the local street paper, was nearby. Lomazzi also works with the Sacramento Homeless Organizing Committee (SHOC).

“Safe Ground Sacramento was having a retreat about a couple blocks away when we received a call about this,” Lomazzi says. “We all took a break from the meeting to support the group under the bridge, including two attorneys. It was raining. The group that was camping/living under the bridge had moved there because their regular place was flooded out by (a) high river. They had nowhere else to go. Police gave them all citations and told them they had to leave. … We found out later that a lady that lives in the area had complained. This bridge underpass is not located near any residents or business. They were not visible from the street or anywhere else unless you actually walked under the bridge.”

Efforts to rid the streets of evidence of homelessness can increase during highly visible public events. At these times a city wants to look good by “sweeping” unpleasant aspects of the community out of sight. Police in many cities conduct sweeps in which they round up individuals on the street and take them to a specific location or simply dump the people far away from where they were picked up. By the time they make their way back, the event will be over.

The 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, British Columbia, is an example.

“What we have seen in Vancouver is an escalation in the criminalization of poverty and homelessness in the lead up to the Olympics,” says Sean Condon, executive director, of Megaphone. “Homeless advocates believe this is an attempt to sweep the poor away during the games. While that hasn’t been fully actualized, it has led to displacement and further criminalization. The first wave started last winter when the police, taking advantage of transition in the mayor’s chair, started handing out tickets to homeless and low-income people in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside – a poor neighborhood that is most well known for having an open drug market – for everything from jaywalking and riding a bicycle on the sidewalk. After a public outcry and the new mayor’s own opposition, the police finally backed off. However, this past summer they started another crackdown in the neighborhood on the vendors who sell often found goods on the street. Homeless/low-income people are unable to pay the $100-$500 tickets that were handed to them. There is a fear that, when the games start, police will simply arrest anyone who did not pay their tickets as a way to get them off the street.”

A more benevolent label on another law recently enacted in British Columbia is the Assistance to Shelter Act, which authorizes police to “forcibly remove a homeless person and take them to a shelter when there is an extreme weather warning,” Condon says. With approximately 3,000 homeless people in Vancouver and approximately 1,000 shelter beds, plus a few emergency shelters, there are more homeless people than available beds.

“Dubbed the Olympic Kidnapping Act by locals, (the law) is troubling,” Condon says. “What the police, the shelter and the homeless person are supposed to do when all the shelters are full has not been answered. In fairness, the Vancouver police department has said they will not forcibly take a homeless person to a shelter and will only encourage them to go. But police departments in other municipalities, including other Metro Vancouver cities, have not made the same guarantee.”

As recently as Dec. 2009, the Supreme Court of Canada has ruled in favor of the rights of homeless people. The court refused to reverse a decision made in 2008 by Supreme Court Justice Carol Ross, which struck down bylaws in the city of Victoria prohibiting homeless people from camping in public parks. She wrote that the bylaws “violate … the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms in that they deprive homeless people of life, liberty and security of the person in a manner not in accordance with the principles of fundamental justice.”

Housing is cheaper

There are no comprehensive studies proving that the criminalization approach to homelessness improves public safety. Advocates for the homeless, however, cite scientific research and anecdotal evidence to prove that addressing the root causes of homelessness – not the behaviors related to it – can have a positive long-term impact for the community as well as the individuals.

Homes Not Handcuffs cites a study in the Journal of the American Medical Association in which Seattle researchers concluded that it’s “cheaper to provide supportive housing to chronically homeless individuals with severe alcohol problems than to have them live on the streets.

“Researchers designed a study to evaluate the effect of a Housing First intervention for chronically homeless individuals with severe alcohol problems on the use and costs of services,” the report says. “According to the study, the median costs of Housing First participants before the study were $4,066 per person per month. When participating in the Housing First program, median monthly costs decreased to $1,492 per person per month, after six months and $958 after 12 months.”

Some cities make an effort to balance the criminalization approach with efforts to assist individuals in connecting with service providers. The uneven application of harsh enforcement is illustrated in Colorado. Denver’s Road Home – a 10-year plan to end homelessness – includes criminalization ordinances, but the city “adopted a policy of training officers on how to do outreach to the homeless,” says Tim Covi, editor of the Denver VOICE.

Law enforcement is expected to direct people to assistance rather than issue tickets right away. While the homeless on the Downtown Business Improvement District say they have been treated with respect, others aren’t so fortunate.

“Particularly along the Platte River and Cherry Creek areas, where the homeless often sleep at night and by law are not permitted to sleep, the Denver VOICE has received accounts of people’s possessions being discarded after they were roused in the morning and told to leave the area,” Covi says. “We have been told by at least five homeless people that the police make regular stops early in the morning on the Platte River and tell people to leave, and that if they’re found there again, they’ll be ticketed or arrested.”

Scarce financial resources and public sentiment means advocates for the homeless have the added responsibility of educating the public about the steps necessary to end homelessness. Most large cities have more homeless people than shelter beds and even fewer services to address the root causes of the problem – mental health issues, addiction, job training, high unemployment rates, hiring practices that bar individuals with criminal records. Success stories are hard to come by.

The “A Key Not a Card” campaign in Portland, Ore., allows outreach workers from five different service providers to offer people immediate housing, instead of just a business card.

“From the program’s inception in 2005 through spring 2009, 936 individuals in 451 households have been housed through the program, including 216 households placed directly from the street,” says the Homes Not Handcuffs report.

Another innovative and successful program cited by the report comes from Daytona Beach, Fla. In an effort to reduce the need for panhandling, a coalition of service providers, businesses and the city of Daytona Beach provides homeless people with jobs and housing. The Downtown Street Team program hires homeless people to clean up downtown Daytona Beach. Each is provided with shelter and then transitional housing. Some of the participants have secured other full-time jobs and housing as a result.

Make them wear signs

Unfortunately, failed programs tend to get the most attention.

“What happens when a city proposes some new initiative to solve the homeless problem – and this is in a negative way, to criminalize homelessness – it passes,” says Michael Stoops of the National Coalition for the Homeless. “The chamber of commerce, the police department, the business community will say that this new anti-panhandling program is working. And then other cities hear about it. Cities are actually very lazy. They will copy and pass this same, exact panhandling ordinance that was passed in Cincinnati.”

Indianapolis, Ind., and other municipalities are currently considering the ordinance Stoops refers to.

“In 2003 Cincinnati City Council passed an ordinance requiring panhandlers to obtain licenses from the health department,” says Gregory Flannery, editor of Streetvibes. “Teachers, nurses, activists and others registered as panhandlers in an expression of solidarity. The Greater Cincinnati Coalition for the Homeless (parent organization of Streetvibes) filed a civil-rights lawsuit in federal court alleging the ordinance was a violation of the First Amendment, which guarantees the right to free speech. In settling the lawsuit, the city, the Homeless Coalition and Downtown Cincinnati Inc. (DCI) agreed to create an outreach position at DCI, whose job includes connecting panhandlers with social services.”

Politicians in Cincinnati, eager to appear tough on panhandlers, have sometimes tried to ignore the conditions of the settlement, however. Last summer City Councilman Jeff Berding proposed taxing panhandlers and making them wear signs stating how much the city spends to help homeless people. In response to these conditions and other outrageous claims made in the proposal, Berding bowed to community pressure and retracted the measure but only after a significant amount of grandstanding.

Advocates are working to change the views of lawmakers while simultaneously finding ways to get around the laws until they are removed.

In Sacramento it’s against the law to camp or use “camp paraphernalia” on any public property. Camping is allowed on private property with an owner’s permission as long as it’s not for more than 24 hours, according to Lomazzi.

One unintended consequence of the law is that people who own houses could receive citations for camping violations. If a family wants to have a two-day camp-out in their backyard, they can’t get a permit: The limit is one day. The likelihood of a neighbor calling the police isn’t great. But the net result is much more severe for homeless people. Even though Sacramento has more homeless people than shelters beds, people are not allowed to create their own shelter, denying them even minimal protection against the elements.

Sacramento Homeless Organizing Committee is trying to adapt.

“We have started a new organization called Safe Ground Sacramento that is trying to establish legal places for people to stay until housing is available,” Lomazzi says. “Campers stay together and sleep illegally most nights. A church has offered sanctuary to the group on freezing cold nights. Currently, the strategy is to go from one private property to the next … in hopes of evading the anti-camping ordinance by taking advantage of the 24-hour private property loophole.

“We set up a Safe Ground community on private property near the central city with the owner’s permission, and that lasted for about a month before the police came in and arrested everyone. The city threatened to fine the owner, so the group vacated the land.”

Support from the community in the form of donations for sleeping cottages and pledges for future financial support is coming, but locations for the rotating sleeping locations are not yet being offered.

‘Everyone has the right’

Although no data proves criminalization efforts deter crime or increase public safety, municipalities continue to pass punitive laws. Research by the National Coalition for the Homeless illustrates how expensive that approach can be:

* Los Angeles: $6 million a year to pay for 50 extra police officers to crack down on crime in the Skid Row area while the city budgeted only $5.7 million for homeless services.

* Gainesville, Fla.: As part of its 10-year plan to end homelessness, the city commission approved a plan to spend up to $75,000 on a fence to keep people off “Tent City” property, and only $20,000 to address the housing and service needs of those evicted.

* Cincinnati, Ohio: A 2007 study by the Greater Cincinnati Coalition for the Homeless found that using the criminal justice system to deal with the consequences of street homelessness is an expensive approach, costing $65 per bed per day in the jail, compared to $30 a day for permanent supportive housing.

At a time when millions are being donated by private citizens and government to offer relief to 1.9 million Haitians left homeless by the recent earthquake, North Americans turn a blind eye to the policies that punish almost twice that many people in the same circumstance.

But change is possible.

“After two years of debate in front of the Commission of Human Rights of Québec, a victory has been achieved: On 9 Nov. 2009 the commission condemned strongly the city and the police regarding the social profiling of Montréal’s homeless,” says Serge Lareault, publisher of L’Itinéraire. “The government of Quebec engaged a new lawyer for homeless at the beginning of December 2009. He is charged with the creation of a center for drunk homeless as an alternative to help them and not arresting them or giving tickets. But the fight continues. The police still arrest and give many tickets each day. Many people are asking for programs to help homelessness. Others are asking for an amnesty to the hundreds of homeless who have tickets.”

Both Canada and the United States have signed and ratified and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, but both have failed to universally incorporate its principles into their laws. The non-binding United Nations (U.N.) declaration opens with a preamble recognizing “the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world.” In 1948 the U.N. General Assembly adopted this declaration as a “common standard of achievement for all peoples and all nations.”

The recognition that everyone – regardless of any distinction including an “other status,” such as homelessness – is “born free and equal in dignity and rights” of life, liberty and security of person, is detailed in admonitions to prohibit slavery, torture, arbitrary arrest and a host of other behaviors that the United States and Canada routinely condemn as deplorable in other countries. The problem is that we refuse to do as we say.

Laws that criminalize homelessness routinely violate the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Restricting the movement of people in specific locations violates article 13: “Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.” Confiscating and disposing of personal property because it happens to be on public land violates article 17: “Everyone has the right to own property alone as well as in association with others. No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of (his/her) property.” Perhaps the most egregious violation of all is the blatant disregard for Article 25: “Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control.”

Homelessness has become a crime, but homeless people are the victims, not the perpetrators. Laws that worsen their plight aggravate the offense. Just as mental illness, sexual abuse and addiction are conditions that call for help – not prosecution – homelessness deserves a response rooted in compassion, fiscal sense and respect for international law. Helping homeless people is less expensive than jailing them. But more important, helping homeless people is the right thing to do. Jailing them for being homeless is wrong.