Saturday 6 April 2013

I absolutely promise this is the last time

Because I've even got proper things to post about. I photographed yarn bombing! I crocheted bunting! I made a shawl and some pendants and half a decoupaged spider! I'm just doing this one more pin. (Click through to the blog and read the comments. Go on, you know you want to ;-) ).

Right. Now, the thing is, I think it's fair to say that the author of that blog is probably going to heaven whereas I most certainly am not. However, the thought of giving someone who is homeless a 'blessing bag' with deodorant and no mouthwash in case they manage to get pissed on it, and a bible with a 'message of hope' (to be fair, the bible idea is in the comments, not the blog post) rubs me up so far the wrong way I pretty much come out on the other side, grinding my teeth. I promise you that this isn't a rant against Christians, of whom, in real life, I have met precisely zero who would proselytise in such a crass and condescending way, as opposed to many many many who do genuine and sensitive good: besides, I'm religious (I know you can't tell): I believe in God. Not in the form the people in those comments do, admittedly. But she doesn't mind ;-).

I've been trying to think about why I'm having such a negative reaction to someone who is trying to do a kind thing - and a kind thing which might be appreciated by most of the people she does it to. I don't know.

Anyway, I've considered, and I think this is why: do you know what separates someone who is homeless from someone who is, well, me or you? Nothing. Literally, nothing. I can say to you quite honestly that there have been many times in my life when I have not been entirely self-supporting, when I have been on a bit of a self-destructive streak, and when pulling myself up by my bootstraps was not an option, and when if my situation had been different, things might have been worse for me. Really, though, can anyone say any different? The reason I'm sitting here in a warm house blogging on a new Apple Mac, and not on the steps at Jimmy's Night Shelter isn't because I'm a better person. It's because of a number of things, I imagine, but it probably basically comes down to background, privilege (I mean this in quite a wide sense but still, privilege), social support and safety nets. Are any of those to my credit? I don't think they are. Do you?

You know what you could do if you meet a homeless person who asks you for money, instead of giving them a bag of what you think they need and a bloody Bible? (or a bloody any other religious text?) You could do this:

  1. If you don't want to give them any money, you could look them in the eye, smile, and say, sorry, no.
  2. You could give them some money. They might spend it on alcohol or drugs, or they might not. You might feel they should have the choice, like you do. I was a bit nervous yesterday lunchtime, so I downed a glass of wine quite quickly, and cheered up. What makes that an acceptable choice, however, is that it was a glass of Pinot Grigio with friends in Pizza Express, rather than a can of Special Brew on a bench.
  3. You could carry deodorant etc about in a ziplock baggie and you could offer them the choice of that or a fiver, or whatever, and see what they prefer.
  4. You could decide your money is more effective given to a local homeless shelter, in which case, feel free to go to number one.

I don't mean to do depressing ranting blog posts, really I don't. Charity, though: it's complicated. It just is. As I get older and more cynical the less I believe in charity at all, and the more I think that we're just all the same, and that if I have more for the moment I should help out, if you have more at another time then it's your turn. And when it's my turn to be helped, please don't bring me deodorant unless I ask for deodorant. I might: I don't know. But give me cash so I can choose. Or come and share a bottle of Pinot with me. We can drink it together.

I'm going straight to hell, aren't I? :-(

Edited to add, I just wanted to leave a link to an excellent Cambridge magazine produced by homeless people, Flack - here is a link to the back issues, which you can read online. The point of it is (or one of the points of it is) to break down barriers between homeless and not-homeless people. I think it's really interesting and I buy it doggedly from the local Wholefood Co-operative. Going by one of the articles in the March issue what we should be really putting in blessing bags is condoms and tampax...

9 comments:

The Foggy Knitter said...

I have a perplexed frown on my face right now (a sort of wrinkle between the eyebrows). I'm not sure what to make of it or what to say (except that pinterest is weirder than I thought).
I'm not sure that if I were on the street having chapped lips would be my highest priority. And I'm not sure I'd find a Starbucks card all that helpful either. But that's nit-picking. It is complicated...

The Foggy Knitter said...

P.S. Get on and post the other things, they sound good :)

Susie said...

Will do, thanks Foggy ;-).

I actually wonder if I'd feel differently about this if the contents of the bags were based on someone once having actually asked a homeless person what would be useful. E.g. I can't imagine soap would be top of the useful list (where are you going to use it???) - but then I might be wrong.

gradschoolknitter said...

I was once approached as I was leaving a drug store and asked if, instead of money, I would buy the man and his girlfriend things like deodorant, soap, toothpaste, etc. Normally I say no as politely as possible to those who ask for money, (in part because money has been tight for me, as well, much more so than my concern for where or what they'll spend it on), but this request, for things we take for granted every day, broke my heart. I turned around and went back in a got him everything he asked for. I don't know why this was different for me, but it was. I didn't include a bible though, because I don't really believe in it, but I also especially don't believe in pushing those sorts of things on people in any situation.

Susie said...

That's different for me, too - he asked you for things he needed and you got them for him, which was kind.

kristieinbc said...

It's so complicated. And I don't think there is any one answer that perfectly fits every situation. A couple years ago I was in downtown Vancouver with a friend. I was approached for money and gave some. My friend was very upset that I had done so. Several years earlier her daughter had been on the streets, addicted to drugs. She told me I was feeding that person's drug habit. I still don't know if she was right or wrong in her objection to me giving the person the money. But what it did show me is that two people can look at a situation and have two completely different ideas as to what is the right thing to do in those circumstances.

Anonymous said...

Thank you Susie, Really a Big HUGE THANK YOU. Because you are right.

Everything you say here is good. Can't add to it :) And yes people do please follow THIS advice. This is what is kind. Treating people like human beings like we all are and recognising that.

ronniemama said...

Errrm...how do you find the blog? All I could see were lots of pinboards...

Susie said...

Thank you anonymous.

Ronniemama, just click on the picture and it links you through (don't scroll down to the rest of the pins) - otherwise, it tells you the blog under the picture, and if you go to the main page I think there's a link to the blessing bag post on the sidebar.