The Filthy Rich, the Starving, and American Pantries
Have you ever been hungry? Have you ever gotten to a point in your life where there is nothing to eat and your stomach is churning? It's not a happy place. This occurs on a regular basis within the US itself -- so you don't have to feel guilty about starving Africans. Yes, there are US citizens who are starving. I know this because I've been among them.
The US doesn't have social programs to actually deal with the disadvantaged, so a lot of people disregard them as slackards, lazy misfits, what have you. While some portion of the population will always try to take advantage of any government subsidy, there are thousands who are eating stale bread and other left-overs just to survive.
They each have a story to tell. Some more compelling than others. I cannot verify these stories, so I'm going to tell you my own. I became disabled at the age of 55 and qualified for SSDI. I had a combination of defects, ranging from a heart problem to a dislocated spinal disc, to psychiatric disorders as a result of multiple operations on an ameloblastoma on my upper jaw. That thing is still with me, as are the other ailments. In a sense I had no choice but for early, early retirement. I didn't get paid a lot, but I got by until my wife developed her own dysfunctions and had to put in in a claim for SSDI. Since the claim took so long to process, we ended up selling everything, including our wedding rings.
After a year or so, she finally got approved but at such a low rate that we have started to become intimate with local food pantries and living mostly on bread and water. (No kidding.)
Politically, we've learned a lot about the US and how it cares for its disadvantaged individuals. This has been a real awakening. We are both college grads, and can barely grasp the disdain that is built into the US system of government.
For those who do not know, it's very sad. You go to one of these pantries, and you never know what to expect. Of, course, you can always expect a line of Mexican women with their huge baskets. I don't know their story, and I will not judge. But, you also see white Americans there.
At the pantry we visit they offer dying flowers to people, and the desperate seem eager to grab them up. I asked my wife, "Why do people grab up these miserable, dying flowers?" She admitted she did not know but confessed that they the flowers were dying. I surmised that people picked them up simply because they were free. They might be dying flowers but they were free! This is the same motive that would behoove them to pick up more than their share of bread -- it was free -- so push as much of it into your sack as possible -- even if if you cannot eat it all. It's all very sad, very depressing. Put a sign "FREE" on a sack of horse dung and people will be fighting to get at it.
And as for the pantries? Do they offer good, wholesome food? No way. Visit one sometime and you'll see. The bananas are blackened. The bread is stale. There's a strict limit on canned foods -- as if they were all primo goods (how can a can of tuna or creamed corn be primo?). All the stuff seems to come from supermarkets that are about to dump the junk. I have to wonder: where does all of there good stuff go? You can hardly find any fruit or vegetables. Okay. But, if you were to take just one grocery store, take note of expiration dates, where does all that food go? Not to the pantries. Just ONE grocery store in an area with its non-selling items could fill ten pantry stores for a week, but you don't see this. And there are multiple grocery stores everywhere. Where does all the food end up? I'd like to know.
No, if there is some sort of macabre system -- it's all wretched and belittling. I suspect that most of the food just gets dumped. That's my suspicion. I have no proof. But if the fact is otherwise, why are the pantries filled with stale croissants or rotting tangerines?)
What the Heck is It?
The Homeless and Obviously Starving
To make matters worse there are always the homeless roaming around outside. Some pantries allow you entry once a week, others once a month. The homeless, go through the garbage -- stuff that is clearly out of date. They don't care. They are starving. What are they -- drug addicts, alcoholics, psychos, who can say, but they are hungry -- willing to eat what neither man nor beast see worthy.
I'm not exaggerating. I've visited what one might expect to be the best of pantries -- the one in Laguna Beach, CA, where some of the most rich and famous reside. Their pantry is utterly dismal. It's located on this canyon that looks like it will collapse at the next mudslide. If you are lucky, you might find some off-brand hot dogs, off-brand Cheerios, milk with a quick expiration date, maybe some eggs of the same caliber. And always the dying flowers -- as if this can really lift anyone's spirits.
For my wife and and I, the dying flowers are symbolic of the entire experience. To their credit (the people who volunteer to work in this insane environment) you can visit once a week to get your stale bread and who knows what. The county outlet only lets you visit once a month -- and their choice selection is hardly any better.
Save the Swimming Pool
This is America, people. This is what we provide people who can barely make it. This is pure charity. The government provides NOTHING. Somehow we can afford billions on wasted defense enterprises, but we have NOTHING to feed the poor. We have NOTHING to provide the homeless with shelter. The government depends entirely upon charities to fill in the blanks, well, I'm sorry, other countries do a hell of a lot better than us, and I hope that those eight men who are consuming the wealth of the nation are really, really happy individuals. Some people just need help -- not fake help like dying flowers, but real help. My wife and I are at the cusp. We own an automobile and could afford a reasonable rent. The key word here is reasonable. We don't need swimming pools, tennis courts or recreation rooms. We just need a shelter -- since our current landlord decided to push us out (after 12 years) without reason, we find ourselves further on the fringe.
Funny thing. When you seek help from some outlet group, they hand you a photocopied group of sheets with various hyperlinks. When you click on the hyperlinks, they refer you back to your starting point. Thus, the whole thing becomes circular and meaningless. "If you want information about "x" call ____. You call and it brings you back to your point of origin. Thus, probably unknowingly, these good-will charities are just participating in a great charade of beneficence. Because folks, there is nothing behind these various charities -- although on the surface it may seem like there must be a lot to them. There isn't. The same holds true for Affordable Housing -- most of it is a sham. For those working in these pursuits, I mean you no ill will. I just want to lift the blanket off what our government considers charitable institutions and how we can/should rely upon them instead of any social welfare. The sad (very sad) truth is that our government couldn't care a donkey's ass about the poor. And when you think of the "poor" you don't have to confine your imagination to some dumb immigrant from Mexico who didn't discover his American dream. No, there are thousands of college-educated, American-born citizens who are on the verge of starvation. Right now they are homeless, cold, hungry, and just ready to die. And the upper-class would be content to let them die. The people who hold title over America's wealth are not humanists. I don't know what they are, but it doesn't give them any discomfort to hear about the plight of the underclass.
What will it take for the diminishing middle class to finally say enough is enough? If they thought electing Donald Trump to the presidency was going to be their great white hope, I sincerely wish they reconsider. No single individual can turn this country around. Maybe, maybe, in the next four to eight years, we will see the spine of some American spirit that really and truthfully keeps people fed and sheltered. People who are eating stale raisin bread don't care about a wall with Mexico. They just want better food. And who can blame them?
I suspect that that there are a lot of people like us -- people on the fringe. Oh, we can get by with bread and water, but it's not what we're used to. Is that the new America? If so, it's very sad and wasteful. To the higher-ups, I would only say, examine your waste.