The Council of Economic Advisers has reported that as of September 2019 almost half (47 percent) of the nations total “unsheltered homeless people are found in the State of California, about four times as high as California’s share of the overall U.S. population. Rates of sheltered homelessness are highest in Boston, New York City, and Washington, D.C., with New York City alone containing over one fifth of all sheltered homeless people in the United States.”
They also report that out of the top five cities with the highest rates of unsheltered homeless, four are in California. The fifth is in Washington State. From high to low it starts with “San Francisco has the highest rate of unsheltered homelessness at 60 per 10,000, 10 times as high as the U.S rate of 6 per 10,000.” Next is Los Angeles(19%), Santa Rosa, Seattle, and the 5th is San Jose.
Although homelessness is a world wide problem, like many topics I write about, many times my main focus based in California. I do this because it is where I live. It allow me to be more accurate about whatever it is I write about. I see things for myself, first hand. I have some first hand experiences with homeless people. I spend a lot of time interacting with homeless people. It’s not because I’m trying to be a “Joe charity” or a “Dudly do right” or for any other noble cause. I do it because I have a difficult time turning my back on people that need help. Financially I am in no position to be helping others and the whole experience has caused me a lot of grief in my life and . Just donating to some charity doesn’t work for me because I think most charities are scams. Not all, but most. I work directly with individuals because I see better results. I see exactly where my time and money goes. Some examples of how I help could be anything from giving a person a job, a ride, in some cases a little cash. I also spend some time helping people that have a home but need assistance with their home or vehicle. I’ve done various jobs such as laying new carpet, electrical work, roof repair, basic auto maintenance to auto theft recovery. Each situation is different. Today, my focus is on one individual homeless person that I have encountered in my life. For various reasons I’ll keep his identity private and call him JC.
When it comes to homeless people I see them as two types. Ones that don’t want to be homeless and ones that want to be homeless. People with mental illness or people who end up homeless because of hardship usually fall under the ones that don’t want to be homeless. People that have places where they can live, refuse to work or don’t do anything to change their living situation would fall under the ones that want to be homeless. JC falls under the ones that want to be homeless.
I’ve known JC for around 3 years. I once offered him a job. All he had to do was tie a ribbon around one piece of mistletoe. I needed a bunch of them. He could work as many hours as he wanted. No set number of the amount of them he had to tie. Whatever he could produce was fine. I was paying him $20 per hour. He quit within 5 minutes. He didn’t want to work. I think the only time he worked was when he was fighting fires when he was in prison. I remember there was a place where he had been living and the people that lived there had to move because the people that let JC stay there could not come up with all the rent. JC said he would cover it when he moved in but he never came up with his share. The people moved out and JC just decided he was going to stay. The owners caught him there and they were kind enough to let his stay for awhile. All he had to do was do some minor repairs. Easy stuff like painting, cleaning and a little yard work. He didn’t want to do any of that so he left and decided it was better to be homeless.
During this time he managed to find a girlfriend. That didn’t improve things. The last place they were staying at was at a friend of theirs. She let them stay in her spare room for free. They got mad at the lady that let them stay there because she was making too much noise raking up the leaves in her yard. They decided that they wanted to live in a tent in her yard. Then they decided being homeless was better.
None of this behavior makes sense to me. In a first encounter with JC a person would think he was a normal person. He would talk to himself sometimes and had some obvious insecurities. He doesn’t come off as a person with a criminal history. Isn’t the violent type. Not knowing what I have mentioned he seems normal. So I thought until he showed up at my place one day with a suitcase. I work at home so It’s not unusual for someone to show up at my place. This was different this time. He didn’t call me so I didn’t expect him. It’s late at night. He’s got a suitcase with him, He was nonstop mumbling nonsense. Obviously on some sort of drug or drugs. I couldn’t understand anything that he said. Needless to say I told him to leave and to never show up at my place like that again, call first,etc.
I didn’t hear from him from him for about a year or so. Then one night he shows up at my place. Wearing the same clothes, with a different suitcase and looks like he hadn’t showered for a week or two. Again he was wasted and nonstop mumbling nonsense but some of it I could understand. He said that the last he left here he was stopped by the police about a block and a half away. They ended up tasering him and taking him to jail. That’s where he has been this whole time. Again he was annoying me and had me pissed off so i told him to leave and gave him the same lecture as I did before. A couple of days later i see him on my security monitor. I can see anyone coming from any direction. He has the same clothes on carrying the same suitcase and still looks like he hadn’t bathed in a week. Right before he knocks I ask him if he called me. He says “no”. I then asked “then why are you here” with a “go away”. He said “sorry” and walked away. He went to the same place that he got arrested at before, about a block and a half away. That’s where he was found dead. I’m told that his head looked like someone had beat him several times with a baseball bat. His location was in a place to make it looked like he jumped and killed himself. You wont find this information anywhere. I got the info from one of the people that discovered his body. There’s no police log, no police investigation, no story in the newspaper, nothing. Just an obituary that says he died on that day. No names of relatives, which he has several family members that are local. No funeral service. It’s as if he never existed.
Living and dying is a part of life. I’m no stranger to people dying. I see it often. More than I care. I once had a friend that went to spend his day with his family. I had talked to him in the morning. That afternoon his father shot him and his whole family. Then killed himself. I knew another guy that got shot in the back while playing dice. They torched him and the house trying to hide the crime. Before that we were both hanging out at his uncles house. It happen a couple of hours after he left. Then a couple of months later I watched his father stumble out of his home. He was sick and in bad shape. I tried to get him to see a doctor. He just drank more vodka and died that week. I could go on and on talking about people that died shortly after talking to them. My girlfriends uncle called and after talking to him, he died right after hanging up the phone. Another uncle of hers died as he was calling us. Another uncle died in our spare room. I could go on but I’ll stop there. It creeps me out and I’m starting to feel like the angel of death, or something. With the exception of my girlfriend’s 3 uncles, which died of heart failure, I often wonder if there was something I could have done that would have kept them alive. More so when I think about JC. The last thing I said to him was “go away.” It’s a pretty selfish thought considering he’s the one that’s dead. The best thing I can do, the only thing I can do is get in touch with his family, find out the truth behind his death and somehow find justice. Like everyone, he wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t deserve to die..
JC’s death is a lot like the crime committed in New York by 24 year old suspect, Randy Rodriguez Santos, He was arrested holding a metal bar that is believe to be the murder weapon used in the bludgeoning of 4 sleeping homeless men. Like most murders, I have a difficult time trying to understand why it happens. More than 1,000 homeless people died in Los Angeles county in 2018. That I also have a difficult time trying to understand why it happens. With all the technological advances, scientific breakthroughs, sending ships to Mars, everything combined that’s supposed to define us as an advanced civilization we still have petty killings. We have people killing people over who they choose to warship.. Perhaps the most intellectually embarrassing are the people that kill other people because they cannot reach an agreement on what happens to you when you are dead. It shows that we really haven’t evolved as a species at all.
I’m not sure what my point is or why I felt to share my thoughts. Maybe it’s because I’m tired of seeing people die for nothing. I spend a lot of time trying to help people just make it though another day. it bother me to see defenseless people killed. I hope someone got something out of this. You’re all in my thoughts today. Have a safe thanksgiving.
Respectfully Deplorable Patriot