A new report on child homelessness in America finds that 2.5 million children experience homelessness annually.
The annual levels of homelessness among children have never been higher in the United States, according to a new comprehensive report released on Monday.
Prepared by the National Center on Family Homelessness, the report—America’s Youngest Outcasts (pdf)—shows that with poverty and inequality soaring in recent years, approximately 2.5 million children in 2013 found themselves without a roof over their head or place to call home. That number equals one in 30 American children nationally, and constitutes an 8 percent increase over the previous year.
“Child homelessness has reached epidemic proportions in America,” said Dr. Carmela DeCandia, director of the NCFH, in a statement. “Children are homeless to night in every city, county and state — in every part of our nation.”
Okay, I’m warning you again, nothing about gang stalking. I let you know this because some of you don’t want to read about anything else but gang stalking.
I stood in line to pay for what I bought and an old man stood ahead of me in line. He had a loaf of bread which looked like it had seen better days. It was his turn in line to pay. The cashier rang up the bread and told him it’s .99 cents. He said, “I thought it was only .88 cents. I have only .88 cents.” The cashier said, ” No the price changed yesterday. It’s now .99 cents.” He said, “But I have only .88 cents.” The cashier sent the girl who puts things in the bags to check the price. I said to the old man, “It’s okay, I’ll give you the .11 cents.” He looked at me as if I’d said a dirty word. He said, “NO! I won’t take it.” I said, “But it’s only .11 cents. It won’t make much difference in my life.” He stood up straight with all the strength he had and said in a very clear voice, “NO!, I won’t take it.” He quickly ran out of the store without the bread.
I can understand pride. I have pride, but there are times when all of us help. This old man probably had nothing else to eat at home, if he had a home, but still his pride wouldn’t take .11 cents from me. I have pride, but if I needed .11 cents to keep me alive, I’d take the .11 cents.
The old man is probably on Social Security and ran out of money. The way elderly people in this country have to live is a shame. We should be learning from their wisdom and not abusing them as we do. Every time I think of the old man going hungry it makes me want to cry.
I can’t sit anywhere. Every time I sit somewhere someone reports me. This morning I was sitting in the back of a building, to hide from the perps, when I saw an old man coming my way. I put my cap over my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at him. A few minutes later, a security guard taps me on the back. She said, “Miss, you can’t sit here.” I got up and the guard continued on her way. I saw the same old geezer run after her and give her a “thumbs up”, and he had a big smile on his face. This happens to me a lot. I remember one time I bought a pizza and I was really hungry. So I stopped, opened the box and took a big bite of the pizza. I intended to just take a bite, but was so hungry, I continued to eat the pizza. Within a few minutes, a tap on my shoulder. I thought it was a perp, so I paid no attention. Someone came around to my front. I looked up and it was a security guard. I saw the security guard looking toward his left and shaking his head. I turned around and there was a man and a woman sitting in their car laughing. I’m sure the two reported me. The security guard told me I had to leave the area. He said it was private property and no one’s supposed to stand around in he area. I’d just bought the pizza and was in front of the restaurant, so I had every right to stand there. I was not loitering. The security guard told me that if I didn’t move, he’d have to call the police. I thought of arguing with him, but decided not to waste my breath. There were plenty of other people standing around the property, but they were not told to leave. Another time, on holiday, I sat on the library steps. The library closed for the holiday and no one was around. Within a few minutes, the security guard came out and told me I had to leave. I’ve seen many people sitting on the library steps and no one’s ever told them to leave. This is discrimination. If no one’s supposed to stand or sit around these areas, how come I’m the only one they harass?
These are three incidents I mentioned, but this sort of thing happens to me weekly. I can’t stand anywhere, sit anywhere, eat anywhere, etc. without some creep bothering me. This is the way the Holocaust began – Turning neighbors against neighbors, spying on neighbors, reporting neighbors. No one believed what was happening then and no one believes it today.
“Someone was hurt before you; wronged before you; hungry before you; frightened before you; beaten before you; humiliated before you; raped before you, yet, someone survived” You can do anything you choose to do – Maya Angelou