My time, it'll be roughly noon, Saturday, February 11th. At that time, I'll be speaking with a number of folks. My local Food Not Bombs and a few of my local homeless support groups.
A little background...
Yeah, I live in Florida. Tampa, to be specific. That's central Florida. I went outside to my garage to do laundry (that's where the ole washer/dryer is). Even in my sweats, it's cold. Now, I'm no fainting lily when it comes to weather. I spent my first 17 years in the Plymouth area of Massachusetts. I know cold. Here, according to the weather, it's below 50 degrees. Big deal, it's 21 degrees where I used to live up north. But I feel it. When I stepped outside, my first thought was how it must feel to not have 4 walls and central heat to go back into. To have a comfy bed, sheets, blankets to keep me warm. To be subject to the elements that you can't escape. This thought is elevated due to my anger due to the recent, multiple violent attacks against the homeless, for no reason other than boredom...or hate.
http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/13682566.htmhttp://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/01/13/national/main1206673.shtmlhttp://www.civilrights.org/issues/poverty/details.cfm?id=39662I can't sit here, angry. I need to act. I'm an activist, damnit, for many causes, and I need to be more involved in this one. Too many of these folks are veterans that stood up and did something I could never do, they served.
I figure that they're doing what they can just to stay alive, just to get something out of life. I figure that while they struggle to stay alive, I'll struggle to help them out. It's the VERY least I can do.
I have little, yet I have so much. My homeless brothers and sisters have even less. I'm going to give them what I have to give.
I'm sick and tired of how this country and the uncaring amongst us treats the folks that have less than we do. It's no different than the uber-rich treating those that have less the way that they do.
I have to say this, that if there's another random beating of any homeless person, that I hope that I'm there to witness it. Why?
Because for one, I'm not afraid to testify. For two, I'm empowered to stop it. Meaning that, as a fairly big dude, now, you're taking me on too, and I'll lay odds that I'm bigger, faster and stronger than you. I'd let my photo posts speak in that right. For three, I've seen your face, and you'll see me again.
Thanks for letting me vent.