US/UK Homelessness, the Disgrace the Governments Don't Want You to See
It was a quarter passed 9 am, my wife and I had just exited the PATH train from our home in downtown Jersey City, to Penn Station in Newark, NJ. Upon exiting the West end of the transit hub I bared witness to a fifty yard line of dusty blankets, shopping carts, sleeping bags, the occasional tent and lastly the wrinkled faces freezing in the January air. This was a Monday morning in a fairly large, well known city, at least in the New York metropolitan area. I've been through this section of walkway before and never seen so many cold, desperate and somewhat ghostly looking figures before. And no, these weren't some of the phony homeless you'll come across on occasions who'll ask you for a five dollar bill and they're dressed better then you are. These folks were wispy, smelling of mildew from never having the luxury of washing their clothes. As we did our best to politely give what we could fiscally, we continued only two blocks up Broad Street and to our left ...