Well would you? You agree they need a place to sleep, so would you let one crash on your couch? And if not, it means you actually want them to sleep on the street, so you’d rather the street and pavement be comfy, so you can feel somehow charitable, that you’ve made it easier for a homeless person to sleep outside, or on someone else’s property, instead of just offering them some of your own space.
absurdism ergo hoc. I work with local homeless and have helped build tiny houses for the local homeless communities. Our goal is to provide housing so that people can access services critical to breaking the cycle of homelessness. a few weeks on my couch isn’t going to change someone’s life; a few months in a stable community with access to public services - to get them ID, to get them treatment for addiction, to get them job skills and financial aid - these are the things that change a life.
You’re so damned certain you have everything figured out, when you’re simply in the dark… mumbling to yourself, head up your own rectum.
It’s got to be an absolutely wild experience going through life thinking there is no middle ground between inviting strangers (many of whom are dealing with addiction or untreated mental illness) to sleep with you and your children and putting spikes and bars on all publicly accessible places to make life harder for those suffering the most.
I’m guessing you love factory farming, animal abuse, migrant abuse, and child labor since you eat food?
I am just applying your own logic to you. You eat vegetables that were almost certainly picked by underpaid Central Americans and wear clothes that were fabricated in sweat shops made from fabrics harvested by children. If you’re living on a reservation funded by a casino, you’re likely benefiting from the drug trade or human trafficking as well. I’m as responsible for colonization as you are for the tribes that decided to help with the colonization for short-term gain. I acknowledge the atrocities of my ancestors - my family was also on the wrong side of the civil war. I also acknowledge that, despite having 1st nation’s heritage, I don’t present as native so I enjoy all the continuing privilege of whiteness. We ALL need to acknowledge that we can’t help but participate in systemic injustice, even if we’re fighting against it.
what in the actual fuck is wrong with you?
Well would you? You agree they need a place to sleep, so would you let one crash on your couch? And if not, it means you actually want them to sleep on the street, so you’d rather the street and pavement be comfy, so you can feel somehow charitable, that you’ve made it easier for a homeless person to sleep outside, or on someone else’s property, instead of just offering them some of your own space.
absurdism ergo hoc. I work with local homeless and have helped build tiny houses for the local homeless communities. Our goal is to provide housing so that people can access services critical to breaking the cycle of homelessness. a few weeks on my couch isn’t going to change someone’s life; a few months in a stable community with access to public services - to get them ID, to get them treatment for addiction, to get them job skills and financial aid - these are the things that change a life.
You’re so damned certain you have everything figured out, when you’re simply in the dark… mumbling to yourself, head up your own rectum.
It’s got to be an absolutely wild experience going through life thinking there is no middle ground between inviting strangers (many of whom are dealing with addiction or untreated mental illness) to sleep with you and your children and putting spikes and bars on all publicly accessible places to make life harder for those suffering the most.
I’m guessing you love factory farming, animal abuse, migrant abuse, and child labor since you eat food?
I’m a vegetarian and native, don’t lecture me on your people’s atrocities and put them on me, colonizer.
I am just applying your own logic to you. You eat vegetables that were almost certainly picked by underpaid Central Americans and wear clothes that were fabricated in sweat shops made from fabrics harvested by children. If you’re living on a reservation funded by a casino, you’re likely benefiting from the drug trade or human trafficking as well. I’m as responsible for colonization as you are for the tribes that decided to help with the colonization for short-term gain. I acknowledge the atrocities of my ancestors - my family was also on the wrong side of the civil war. I also acknowledge that, despite having 1st nation’s heritage, I don’t present as native so I enjoy all the continuing privilege of whiteness. We ALL need to acknowledge that we can’t help but participate in systemic injustice, even if we’re fighting against it.