Driving home tonight I felt a weird mix of emotions. I felt motivated, eager, excited, independent and inspired. The wheels in my head would not stop turning. Then I turned. I turned down Sixth.
Driving down East Sixth Street I saw practically a small community of homeless people. Pitched tents blocked sidewalks. People pushed piled grocery carts. Passing homeless residents, many looked down to avoid eye contact, only to seem surprised when I said hi and acknowledged their existence. At one point I said aloud, “Wow… This is America.” The image of so many homeless people, paired with a picturesque California sunset, is a mental picture I won’t soon forget.
Downtown Los Angeles, once a power house for the West Coast, is now a hub for homeless residents. (No offense, there are a TON of homeless people here. Even compared to Seattle and Portland.) The DWC provides over 50,000 meals a year to more than 2,500 homeless or low-income women alone annually. 2,500 women!? That is a small corporation. A workforce of homeless Los Angeles residents.
How can we turn the problem of the homeless into a solution for the city? Like I said, the wheels in my head are spinning…