Hello, my name is Elizebeth Bowes. I sell newspapers for Street Sense. I came to Washington, D.C., to come to my embassy after I learned my eldest sister passed away in 2022.
I’m her little sister. Everyone calls me “Sissy.” A while ago, my husband and I had a fight, and I traveled to the U.S. to stay with her. She wouldn’t allow me to return and I became stuck here. I have been here since 1987. I was in a coma in 1989 and forgot who I was until 2020, when I was attacked. I hit my head and my memories came back, and I came here to go home.
Before I came here, I met a man named Don Davis and learned he was living out of a tent and needed life-saving medication, so I paid for him to come with me here. He is now not in a tent, but at a shelter with me, and he has the meds he needs. He sells newspapers like I do to help people learn where to go for meals, clothing, and help with their birth certificate and social security. I am usually at G and 12th Streets and he is at Ninth and H Streets. Come see us. We hope to see you out there.
