From Haeder’s, ‘Heroes and Villains: The Daily Show in a Homeless Shelter; Capitalism’s heroes are the people’s scoundrels’, April 25th, 2018, dissidentvoice.org
His opening polemically scathing indictments of Boss Tweet are romp-in-the-park sublime, including:
“All PTSD-living, poverty people (most are poor). Trump would lambaste my work serving as social worker and finder of funds, and he’d laugh off PTSD as “nothing but an entitlement dream in your white cracker and people of color case loads’ heads.”
… as are the next paragraphs sticking forks into the war-loving, death-machine- job loving, rent-seeking, virtue-signaling D Libruls (Raytheon!) who then go all Rachel Maddow over some black woman shackled in jail, or some mentally ill black kid who gets mown by police for not obeying ‘the signals’.
“Make no bones about it, gents and dames, Trump is Obama is Clinton is Reagan.”
All of it’s great, but what’s more important are the stories he tells from his work at an LA homeless shelter. Capitalism’s heroes you know only too well; I’ll paste in some of his Homeless Heroes.
“Hero – Three strikes and you are out. Now, out at age 64, African American, in prison for using drugs, and, whoops, when you use drugs, well, the excess is sometimes bartered off, traded and sold. Black man with cocaine equals the villains’ mark – criminal courts, public defenders, bail bondsmen, lawyers, municipal departments, prison systems, PayDay crap, probation officers.
This man is working at my shelter, a veteran, though he doesn’t pull that card much, and he is doing some amazing work making music, electronic stuff, sampled and using his own keyboard. There is no way in hell this fellow isn’t a hero: he is looking to reconnect with his sons and daughters in California. He ran the streets of Portland, and the villains – cops, judges, prosecutors, the entire carnival that is the criminal injustice system and its auxiliaries, including some social service non-profits – are a constant reminder to me that the white class – whatever that is – has ensconced itself into this people-killing, African-American defiling, people-of-color-community-imploding monster.
My hero and I talk about the way of the black man, the way of the white racists, this supremacist shit-hole that is America, and he calls me his advocate, his rare white man on the side of real justice friend.”
“Hero, 78, calling himself the gravedigger’s son, grew up in Massachusetts, near Boston, and he’s been a vagabond, man, and I am helping him get his studio apartment, getting him some free furniture, helping him think outside the meth-amphetamine box. Fucking 78, and he relapsed, recently, one day bender, and, he’s got COPD and hallucinates – talks about the people around me he sees and I do not.
He’s well-read, not college educated, and grew up in an Irish Catholic family, and he’s been to Ireland and parts of Europe. He hates the military, and talks about being in Korea, and seeing the shit hole America created in both zones. He is Irish and socialist, but he has been wandering the world, cook here and dishwasher there. Imagine, he’s been wandering the country and the world for more than 40 years, and, alas, Portland is his home.
He’s been throughout the Pacific Northwest, to encampments of hard-living people in the Cascades, living hard and off the grid. Story teller, gift of gab, and he’s the typical detritus of America – whether Trump or Hillary, whether young or old. People do not listen to him.” [more villians]
“Heroes are the ones that live it out in tents, on the road, under overpasses, who crunch down in old cars and pick-up trucks, who cardboard surf in warehouses and in friends’ garages. These people are heroes in the sense that my social services non-profit believes everyone who served their country in the armed forces is a hero.
Heroes know that’s bullshit. Golden ticket for what? So, that family of four, mother with children, mother who works two jobs and has friends watch the kids, whose husband booked – yes, military veteran dude – so she’s not worthy of the golden ticket because she sweated over hamburgers and cleaned up feces of the rich and decaying, or she turned beds and sheets at the multi-billionaire’s chain of hotels?
Heroes and villains. Not difficult to spot the true hero, the survivor, the ones with a sense of dignity or perspective or time on the road, versus the ones who cut homeless programs, who vote against more food stamps, who demand drug testing for the shit pittance one might get in benefits.”
“I am working with veterans who have been shot up with bullets, shrapnel, chemicals, toxins, propaganda, debasement, demands. Soldiers who were put on military bases/forts where the water is so bad, so polluted by solvents from military machinery and laundry (dry cleaning) that the Veterans Administration even has a name for the Parkinson’s — Camp Lejeune Parkinson’s: various chemicals, including the VOCs (volatile organic compounds) known as PCE (Tetrachloroethylene aka Perchloroethylene), TCE (Trichloroethylene), DCE (Dichloroethylene), Vinyl Chloride and BTEX (Benzene, Toluene, Ethylbenzene, and Xylene). These chemicals are either known or suspected human carcinogens.” [he then lists the hideous diseases associated with the contamination.]
“Heroes are the one’s shaking so hard at 65 they can’t even sign their names on forms that will get them subsidized housing. Heroes who are homeless, misbegotten, broken, incapable of navigating systems and job markets and economic hoops with Parkinson’s and the other effects associated with the decay caused by the military pollutants.”
‘war never ends’, brian morgan
Haeder then brings facts and figures to bear on homeless numbers, the causes of same for both families and singles, veterans as percentages of homeless, homeless chiiren in amerika count, hunger in amerika, wages, and so on, although most of the organizations he’s linked to I’ve found minimizing the numbers in the past.
But well…let’s let Immortal Techniques short-hand it. He’s raw as all giddy-up, but oh, sooo direct and sooo correct: fuck capitalism and rule by corporatocracy!
We all hope you stay safe out there on the street, J in Oly. This is for you, and thanks for taking so many of you even less fortunate homeless homies under your wing and helping them navigate what’s left of the social safety net system. You’re a good soul, and this one’s for you, darlin’.