My first week in The Dalles, over a decade ago, I was standing downtown puzzling over an address when the "guy with the huge cart" asked me if I needed help, the first stranger in town to ever do so. What a great man... he uses his cart to clean up all the trash consumers pitch out their car windows.
I haven't met the young guitar player yet, but those who graduated from high school during the "great recession" will be suffering financially for the rest of their lives, according to experts, simply because of the year they were born. At least he's playing music instead of stealing brass plaques off tombstones.
One wonders where we should "move them on" to? Homeless reservations, perhaps? Someplace inhospitable and of little value to the upper classes, well out of sight and mind? Or should we bus them to internment camps, perhaps, with wire fencing and rocks to break with short-handled hammers?
Homelessness is not a crime, and Mr. Bond is wrong in thinking we need to exclude these people from our community. We have laws against aggressive panhandling, and our police force is well able to deal with those who create disturbances.
Mark Gibson, The Dalles
Last login: Sunday, February 23, 2014
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