As I began reading “The Warmth of Others Suns” I found
myself highlighting different themes of the birth of segregation (1). For the
undergraduate students who are not reading the book, when the slaves were freed
society had not yet formulated segregation, it came after the realization from
whites that they would be disrupted by the possibility of stepping on the same
stairs as blacks, using the same seats as blacks and so on. They were not equal
in the eyes of the whites even if they were freed. I wondered about this
concept in relation to my project.
“Separate but Equal” that was the term they used in Plessy v.
Ferguson. I began to envision how it must feel to be homeless, and wondered if
they were in fact being treated as “separate but equal”. More and more we are
finding public space to be a question of controversy. We post signs in store
fronts “Bathrooms for customers only”. We find that pan handlers are standing on
medians so we try to pass bans on panhandling in medians (2). We know that
homeless people enjoy congregating in public parks because it is one of the
only places they cannot be kicked out of for loitering. As a result the rich
try to privatize the public parks like Congress Square (3). What message is
society here in Portland, Maine one of the most northern states in the country
sending to our homeless population.
I listen to people who chose to disagree with my view points
and say “they are not my problem”, “they need to go out and get jobs like the
rest of us”, “the park would be so much prettier if they cleaned it up and privatized
it.” I wonder if those same lines were spoken by the plantation owners in the
south about the African-Americans. How can someone who does not know the
struggle that one faces being constantly discriminated against understand their
situation. Many homeless people are dehumanized. We see them in the street and
do nothing. For example, please watch this video the entire way through. This
was not filmed in the US but the likelihood of a similar response here is
unfortunately likely: http://youtu.be/SGPjUyVtTQw.
I think the question or better yet the quest of what home
means to a homeless person is not just in tangible things such as a roof or a
toilet or a shower but in the privilege of use in those items. In “The Warmth
of Others Suns” Pg.41, two little girls asked “why they couldn't play on a
swing like the white children or had to sit in a dirty waiting room instead of
the clean one”. In this example the father responded, “The measure of a man’s estimate of your strength is the weapons he
feels that he must use in order to hold you fast in a prescribed place” (1).
Home means acceptance, safety and worthiness. My belief is
we will find similar answers from our interviewees.
1) Wilkerson, I. (2010). The
warmth of other suns: the epic story of the America’s great migration. New
York, NY: Random House.
