This is not an easy subject, but it is one that must be addressed over and over, until we fix what is broken.
Short fiction by empath Brian Crandall
A blues man fallen on hard times finds a moment of solace in Eric Allen Yankee’s poem.
It seemed to be the last precious object he was clinging to. I began to wonder about its owner: a homeless man.
Carpe Diem means something different to everyone.
How do you respond when the homeless ask for help?
What do you allow yourself to really see?
One man, one dog, and two police officers meet on the sidewalk…
Those who do find housing will pay almost half of their income on rent in many areas across the country.
As long as private individuals can horde billions through exploitation and inheritance, they will direct the police to do whatever it takes to protect their wealth.
Revolutionaries must fight every instance of racism with the understanding that this fight is part of the effort to unite.
A city hosting the Super Bowl puts in a lot of hard work to prepare. But their treatment of the homeless may surprise you.
Poor and homeless face discrimination under America’s flawed housing voucher system.
Immigrant and native-born workers share a common destiny of starvation if the potentially liberating new technologies are left in the hands of the corporate ruling class.
The problem is that the means of life —the production of food, housing, healthcare, etc.,—are privately owned by a handful of billionaires rather than by society as a whole.
The crisis of homelessness could be solved overnight. The only thing standing in the way is the private property relations of capitalism.