The article portrays the haunting and visceral experience of homelessness, focusing on the profound emotional and physical impact of extreme cold. The author recounts personal experiences of being homeless, highlighting a devastating incident involving two babies who died from hypothermia in Detroit. The narrative emphasizes the systemic failures and societal indifference towards those who are impoverished, illustrating how these injustices can lead to tragic outcomes. It also touches on the trauma that long-term homelessness inflicts, making it a lasting mental burden for survivors.
Homeless cold isn't I-need-a-jacket-or-a-scarf cold, but more like freezing your blood as it travels through your veins cold. Cold that seeps into your brain from your hands.
These babies' lives were stolen by the baked in disinterest, disdain, and hate for our lives if we are poor/houseless as well as this sick system that only ensures we have a home if we have enough money for the lie of rent.
I remember the first time I was homeless cold. I was in the back seat of one of me and mamas hoopties. We had just been evicted and had nowhere to go.
Every time I called they said they don't have a bed, they don't have family beds, said Tateona Williams, about her desperate pleas for help from Detroit's homeless solutions agency.
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