The Homeless ‘Problem’

We entered the park near the Santa Monica Pier.

I stopped at a stand and bought a Gatorade for $5 and as I sat down on a bench to drink it, I scanned the area.

I counted a half dozen homeless men on the grass, sleeping in their shoes.

There’s so much money in that area. Just excess. Everywhere.

I headed into the public restroom there. A middle-aged man was washing in the sink. His clothes were ragged.

“Do you have a cigarette?” He asked me.

“I don’t smoke,” I said.

“A dollar?”

I gave him three, and he said, “God Bless You” about eleven times in a row.

I see a homeless man and my heart aches.

I realize that other men, in positions of power, who take weekly golf trips in Air Force One are disgusted by the homeless.

The amount of people on the street has grown in the last decade as the cost of housing eliminates people from ever living with a roof over their head.

Stagnant wages and rising monthly rent costs has sent WORKING Americans into the streets.

And it appears that the answer to all of this is to round those dreadful homeless bums and sending them out of eyesight.

The military will be raiding the poor, the homeless, and anyone who looks like an immigrant and sending them off to jail, or to another country.

Just away!

So the wealthy don’t have to look at them.

It’s simply not right to treat the least of our brothers like lepers.

The battle for the soul of the nation indeed.

It feels like we lost that battle.

And it’s not right.