Stop Giving Homeless People Money

Over the recent holiday season I was making my rounds in the U-City Loop when a homeless man approached me. I knew I was in for it because he started off by telling me he did not need a ride, what? After we get that out of the way he goes into a story about how he had survived a stabbing, and that the person who did it has been convicted. At this point I really wish he would get to the point. Sensing that I was growing impatient he asked if he could get seven dollars to get a room for the night and three meals. (Side note: If anyone can tell me where to get 3 hots and a cot for seven dollars or less other than jail please let me know) I told myself that I’m not coming off any money, but it was Christmas time and I had not really given any change to the bell ringers so I broke the guy off a couple of dollars. As I am about to be on my way he pulls the Jesus card to try and get 5 more bucks out of me. This always tugs at me a bit because of a play I saw in church when I was younger about having compassion towards your fellow man as if they were Jesus…or something like that; it was a long time ago. I just don’t want to get to the pearly gates and have Jesus bring up how I wouldn’t give him any money for a two-piece dark with biscuit. Anyway back to the homeless guy, he says in the name of Jesus I should give him some more money. At this point, I had had enough and I say “in the name of Jesus you’re only getting two dollars", and I keep it moving.

Now that one experience was not enough to sour me on helping my fellow man. Donald Trump inspired me to stop giving people on the street money. I was watching this documentary on cable about children who are born into obscene wealth. They interview Trump’s youngest daughter and she tells a story about how her and her father saw a street person in the early nineties. She explained how her father pointed to the man and said “that man has two billion dollars more than me” For those of you who don’t remember at that time Donald Trump was going thru bankruptcy at that time. Now I certainly can’t liken my financial situation to that of Donald Trump, but between student loans and credit cards the guy I gave two dollars to has about twenty-five thousand dollars more than me.

I know that is some cold-blooded logic, but I said I would not give money away. If you are a homeless person with a hustle then perhaps we can work something out. In St. Louis somehow the homeless put out their own newspaper, which I always buy. Nobody hustles like the Chicago homeless. I’ve heard stories about how they will try and sell you everything from batteries to baby clothes. The last time I was there they tried to sell me a six-pack of white tube sox. Unfortunately I only had my check card on me. Now that I think about it, that is what I will tell people who want me to give them money from now on.

Redbone Of The Month January

I know, I know of all the things I could begin my blog with why this? Well first of all I am a fan of beautiful women of all shades. Second I feel a lot of my lighter sisters get a raw deal. Sure they have the benefit of being closer to that Eurocentic standard of beauty that many of us have been conditioned by, but many of us are so victimized by our conditioning that we go above and beyond the call of duty to prove that our conditioning has not been conditioned. It's not just the fellas either. Where is your tribute to light skinned men India Arie, hmmmm? Uh huh Exactly.

Now that I got that out of my system. Here is this month's honoree Rochelle Aytes. She was in White Chicks and will be in Madea's Family Reunion later this year.