My heart remains saddened, as I turn this way and that. It seems every direction I look to, I see the elderly and our seniors struggling to get out of the grips of housing instability.
I see handicapped people left homeless and helpless on the streets and mentally ill folks wandering about trying to find their way off the merry-go-round-like system that they have been relegated to.
Families and youth desperately attempt to navigate through the maze designed to keep a certain population “down.”
What are we thinking of as a people? We are still all one race — the human race — in a battle for the human right to universal housing. Where is that housing?