As I just said to him:
"The crime is that we have allowed it for so long, and seem more that willing to put up with it for some time to come. It is a very quiet kind of murder of both the bodies, and souls of our brethren.
One day I hope to read the story of "The American Era of Homelessness" 1978~2050
How it began. All the social underpinnings. The gaps of both morality, and politics public, and private. It's evil height then it's slow so very slow ending. The epilogue alone would be biblical in content, and length."
( Above is the only portrait of myself which I know of from my year in what I called "The Outside". Enlarge. Look to my eyes. The drifting bleakness of them.
That's still me. I'm still there. Like Vets of War I'm still there.
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"The world¹s turning into a madhouse, one half of society gloating righteously over the torments of the other. Most people don¹t realize which side of the bars they are." -J. G. Ballard, The Insane Ones, 1962
I’ve decided that homelessness is a massive human rights violation. It is economic violence in the last degree, just as Gandhi said of poverty.
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