I Walk Around in Circles, Lost Boy Lodge and Art by Wendy Wiglesworth with VOICE

I WALK AROUND IN CIRCLES

I walk around in circles

most of the time

maybe thinking they're all afraid

of what I might find

about them or me

I'm not quite sure

but I can tell you they're definitely scared for sure

because I'm different and they plainly see

that I totally know where I'm at

But they don't

I think maybe they never will see,

unlike them I have the will to wake up on the daily

and survive all this shit

please understand it's making me sick

sick and tired

every single night

I guess I missed my flight

but I know it's not without good reason

too many people here are committing treason

and there's not many who can call them out on that

me I fucking live for that

and not for the pride or the trophy of telling totally opposite

cuz maybe they'll hear it and see it for once

I'm the one that they'll hear it from and believe it and see it

maybe even just once

I only hope because hope is one thing

I think everybody needs

and I guess I'm the asshole but I'm not full of greed

I joke and say it's evil but I know it's straight good

good all day

always for the greater good

but it's really hard which is why I joke

I joke I joke cuz otherwise I would choke

seriously so I'll be the the one that everybody calls when they're pissed off

or have nobody else to blame

because it's all about the greater good

cuz once that's all done I can finally go home

cuz I'm tired I don't know where to go

so walk around Circles here we go.

☆《WENDY》☆

"That's a drawing of the GSR above people camping along the river. It's a money-hungry corporation towering over us." Art by Wendy Wiglesworth

LOST BOY LODGE

 

Poetry and Art by Wendy Wiglesworth from the VOICE writing workshop shared with Our Town Reno

My Story by Lisa Lee with VOICE

My name is Lisa Lee and I experienced the rollercoaster of episodic homelessness for about eight years. I am sharing this story to encourage others to speak their truth and expose their vulnerability. This is vital to our connections with other people and an important element in creating solidarity and educating others. I also mean to disrupt assumptions people often make about people experiencing homelessness and invoke a sense of trauma informed awareness and compassionate interactions.

My story is full of firsts and lasts. Please be aware that it is full of content that may cause discomfort and I will not be offended if you need to walk away as it may trigger some audience members. 

The first time I attempted to come out as lesbian, my mother shot me down stating that if I liked girls, I would “be dead” to her. I was in fourth grade. The first time I drank too much, I was eight. The first time I smoked a cigarette, I was eight or nine. I started smoking weed at 11. That was the only drug I tried until after a violent rape at 13 which resulted in pregnancy. My mom said I had to get an abortion or move out. Her friend raped and molested me for the next year, threatening that if I told anyone, he would kill my mother. Later, I found out that he had sexually abused little boys and girls for years. He was a minister, family counselor, and politician.

I spent my youth bouncing between my grandma’s house located within a high density gang ridden neighborhood—“the hood,” “barrio” and my parents’ home in the boonies. As a kid, I spent a lot of time with a known child molester. My memories are foggy from these early childhood experiences but I am still plagued by glimpses caught within nightmares. The first time I saw someone get jumped I was about nine years old.

Police violence and harassment was rampant in that neighborhood and it was clear that immigrants and poor people were made to know their place by constant police surveillance. Most of my friends from the neighborhood had children young, were stabbed or shot, and most ended up in prison. The cycle of poverty and criminalization of class likely reproduce in future generations as options for mobility foreclose to their parents. According to science, adverse childhood experiences are linked to chronic disease, addiction, incarceration, suicide, and premature mortality.

Many people who experience homelessness are intelligent and creative.

I was in AT since first grade and later in all honors and advanced placement courses and graduated high school a full year early. I worked and had my own apartment my final months of my junior year after getting kicked out of my house and living with my grandma briefly. Shortly after graduating, I packed up my car and the little cash savings I had and went to Seattle where I rented a room in a house full of other poor youths. After not being able to find a job and running out of money, I drove my car and a few items to store in Reno where I sold my car and took a bus back to Seattle. I wanted to get as far as I could from this place. After running out of money and not being able to pay rent, I moved to a nearby park and began my journey of homelessness. I was eighteen years old.

I met a lot of interesting people and grew to love my nomadic existence. I went to Rainbow Gatherings, and Grateful Dead shows before I began a love affair with the ultimate trauma numbing elixir—heroin.

This is really when I became entrenched in the chaos of homelessness. I mostly squatted in abandoned buildings, but also found myself sleeping on cardboard on loading docks and in doorways, in parks, ravines, beaches, forests, and in tent cities. I moved around a lot thinking that addiction was linked to place and finding that everywhere I went, there I was again.

I carried my homelessness with me from Philadelphia to Austin to Dallas, San Diego, San Francisco, Portland, and always returning “home” to Seattle. My daily life centered around survival and staying “well.” During these years, I was assaulted, beaten, shot at, and bent not broken. The experience of living in a young female body meant violence and assaults at the hands of men. It meant waking up to men on top of me, to box cutters in my mouth. It meant living in a hyper vigilant state, always in flight or fight. Afraid of civilians and police. Afraid of losing everything over and over. Afraid of not being able to exist anywhere. I can’t imagine the devastating effects of cortisol and adrenaline production on the body.

I tried numerous paths out of addiction. Methadone, “pill kicks,” cold turkey, and finally treatment on my own accord. Although I relapsed shortly after discharge from treatment, I eventually made my way to freedom from all of this chaos two years later. You see, there was a counselor at the treatment center run by the state that planted a seed. I carried her words and fierce love with me.

She never got to see her seed grow. Her job was a thankless job that focused on the immediacy of detox and the early stages of sobriety. I wish that I could thank her for what she saw in me that I could never see in myself. The last two years of my homelessness and active addiction were full of tough lessons. It was during these years that I delved into polysubstance use with crack cocaine and heroin. There was so much sexual exploitation and violence during this brief period. I ended up living in a tent city and then under a bridge in San Francisco where syringes littered the ground like tainted confetti and people lined up every morning to use the mirror glued to the cement to inject in their necks. This was a time of abscesses and sickness of the type of filth that lodges in your insides as you internalize your social exclusion at the margins. 

The last time I went to jail was around June 2001. The last time I got high on heroin was January 4, 2002. My path out of homelessness took shape when I took a job in a fishery in Alaska where room and board was provided as well as transportation from Seattle to Dutch Harbor. I went there with a focus that I would not return to the same life I had lived and was willing to change at all costs. I kicked methadone while working seven days a week, 12-18 hours per day. My bones hurt, I couldn’t sleep, and worked through waves of nausea and tremors. My mantra was I will never feel like this again. I went to Alaska a broken 26-year-old. I couldn’t look anyone in the eye, with rounded shoulders from looking down all of the time. I left Alaska a strong young woman (really, I was ripped) who boldly shook hands and looked everyone in the eyes. I knew who I was and what I was made of. I was in my power. 

Back in the lower 48, I cut ties with everyone and everything from my past. I got a job right away and enrolled in alcohol and drug counseling classes. I took every class they had to offer. I reinvented myself and my priorities.

April 22, 2006, I gave birth to my first child. October 4, 2007 I bought a house. I  worked, and attended school. It was a slow process but true to my street name, Turtle. On May 10, 2012, I had another child with multiple congenital anomalies and a genetic disorder and took care of my dying father on hospice in my home.

In May 2014, I graduated with a BA in anthropology and minors in sociology and religious studies. I was accepted into graduate school, conducted independent fieldwork, research, and fell in love with the mission of HOPES. I finally got a chance to really improve things for my people. My people. It was much more than a job to me.

In December 2017, I earned a master’s degree and in February 2018 I purchased my second house. Can you believe it? Once a broken junkie, now a fearless warrior.

Now in my role as a Program Director at The Life Change Center, I work with individuals affected by their use of opiates which often intersects with homelessness. I get to develop programs that challenge stigma and save lives. I’m part of a team of dedicated professionals ranging from counselors, case managers, therapists, and peer recovery and support specialists. This is my passion. It’s what I live and breathe. It’s what keeps me up at night, it’s what I research in my free time, it’s what wakes me in the morning. It also rips all of my scabs off everyday, the wounds I thought were healed. It triggers anxieties and motivates me to stay the course. It keeps me grounded and gives me gratitude that I stand on this side of the path. A lot has changed in my life in the sixteen years I have been housed. Addiction and homelessness tore me down to my foundation. I hit bottom and with a spoon and a syringe I kept digging to see if the bottom had a basement. My recovery journey taught me how to build everything back up, from the foundation, and live a life worth living. How to repurpose from rubbish.

My path out of homelessness did not involve traditional services or service providers that work every day to end homelessness. Although without youth drop-in centers and community clinics, I probably would not be here today. Those lovely folks gave me just enough humanity to not become completely feral, though I was wily and skittish.

The friendships and compassion of other people like me—my tribe, so to speak, are what really kept me alive and kept me going. Although I lost far too many radiant friends to drugs or violence, I would like to mention a few of them: Little Stevie, a kind and funny young man was burned to death as someone poured gasoline on him and lit him on fire as he slept. Squid was stabbed to death. Frenchie is dead. Boyd is dead. Alex is dead. Raven, Kevin, Cunt, Chuckie, Teddy, and so many others are dead.

And my sweet Indio died of an overdose and was found a week later with his dog leashed to his leg. Good people taken too soon. The camaraderie, sense of community, and love from the folks I camped with or squatted with is unmatched in places I have experienced as a housed person. In fact, a few people that I suffered the streets with are still in my lives, every one of them has a Master’s degree, and every one of them works as a service provider to help the community we love so much. 

You see, the term homeless denotes that a person has no place of belonging. In our culture, we construct the term “home” with cultural idioms like “home is where the heart is,” “home is where you hang your hat,” etc. When an entire group of people are socially imagined as an amorphous blob that negates a sense of belonging anywhere, the sting becomes internalized.

Each moment, each day, in each city, one is reminded that they don’t belong in these places. One cannot use the restroom to relieve bodily functions, sit in a public space without ridicule, scorn, and the “hairy eyeball” (trust me, you know it when you see it). Sometimes, you just become invisible—sometimes, to the point where you lose a sense of existing at all.

This is an incredibly lonely and isolating experience. For me, I became extremely skittish and was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder. In reality, I had trouble re-assimilating. When you see a person without a house, say hello, ask their name, sit down and have a conversation. Trust that it will help both of you. Trust that kindness carries the power to quiet internalized oppression and symbolic violence. Trust that kindness fights stigma. Dare to see how structural forces like poverty, class structures, race, gender, sexual orientation, gender identity, etc. intersect with houselessness.

Dare to see how cultural reproduction affects everyone around you. Challenge these structures any way you can. Connection and relationships can repair what was damaged due to adverse childhood experiences.  Lastly, before you or anyone you know paints a person without a house as a victim or as “undeserving poor” know this—we are resilient despite our struggles. We are deserving of having our basic needs for food, shelter, safety, and fulfillment met, despite our mistakes. You do not have to “save” us, or find us “worthy” of being saved. Plant a seed. Smile. Be kind and love one another.

Essay by Lisa Lee with VOICE shared with Our Town Reno

The Unseen by Donald Griffin with VOICE

"We are the Unseen"

Hey mom, it's me your little girl Sarah. I seen auntie Lisa the other day, when I was getting in the car to turn a trick. Too embarrassed to chase her down and ask for money to help pay the rent. Uncle David told me "NO." I would just put it in my veins, rent is due and it seems like it's less than 52 hours in a week nowadays.

Pops it's me! Your all-star power hitter. Your All-American go get getter. Mama's little boy is now a homeless grown man. Dad just hit the button for yes to accept a collect call from an inmate named Stan.   "WE ARE THE UNSEEN" .

Who I Could Have Been

Now that your mind is my canvas, your imagination are the paint brushes, and my unspoken words that you hear resonate with the strokes. The colors of the emotions will be seen in dreams and conversations. You will understand sober dreams with an addiction mind. And comprehend the meaning of curiosity killed the cat "BUT" satisfaction brought it back. Living within city limits but we call it the end of the world. Believing now the Earth is flat and no bigger than the Truckee River.

One child is in CPS and the better part of me is in a dream alone forgotten. My oldest two children I love them to death but the thought of them only deepens the pain of who I could have been. The Elements of Life lock me in the rooms in my mind, it started molesting my thoughts and massaging my temples.

Letting the Old Me Die

Whispering bittersweet promises. The promises of a stable home, financial freedom, and the ability to be a part of my children's life. However, in order to have that I had to do the unthinkable. I had to let the old me die. But how could you kill something that was ready to die? Simple give him something to live for.... 

I forgot about the past, the present, and the future who was I now in the here and now at this very moment? " I WAS THE  UNSEEN". 

Hello, my name is Donald Griffin. Alcoholic, addict, and formal criminal. Resident of Gateway Inn. I'm here to share my experience, strength, and hope. How it was, what it was like, and how it is now. I suffer from a mutated mental illness that has no known vaccine.

My Soul Misplaced

One day, doctors and scientists may find a cure but have not done so yet. Self-well and organized programs are our only resource of remedy. This mental illness is passed through generations. Genetically, environmentally, peer pressure, and the selfish reasons of not wanting to be alone. If not addressed and addressed violently it will procreate. Transmitting. Doubts, depression, jails, death, and institutions. My mental illness that is shared with so many others is "Alcoholism."

During this period of my life long illness I resemble: "THE UNSEEN." The homeless and addicted race. Lost, shattered, confused, and moving in a silent state of mind. The inner standing of my self echoed a sarcasm tone. Mentally dehydrated, my physical appearance deflated, and soul misplaced. C.P.S motion for change of custody. Our son was born with the full-blown addiction and habits of his parents. "WE" welcomed him in to the world with withdrawals and surgery. Unable to keep the high rent paid and ourselves in order we lost custody.

A Death and More Drugs to Fill the Void

More drugs came into play to fill the void. October 13th. The state of Nevada ruled her death as an overdose. I say she died from a broken heart. She was reaching out and asking for help but again she was " THE UNSEEN."

My heart wouldn't let me lose her no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't say goodbye and lose her. I played that song over and over again. No amount of drugs could get me to the point I needed to be. I could have drunk a lake the size of Texas and still be mentally sober. Without cause, care, nor understanding, homelessness took an agreement in my new lifestyle.

The Shelter, the River, the Hospital and Jail

Entering the men's shelter, a third world country inside the greatest country in the world.... Was overflowing their capacity with human beings... Unbathed bug-infested homeless man sleeping in an uncomfortable sitting position at the same tables we were to eat at. Sleeping in this position, blood is unable to flow throughout the legs... causing swollen ankles and blood clots. Both mentally and physically wounded.

The river became home. No longer under natural law and order. The human in me slowly started to disappear. I became "THE UNSEEN."

May 1, 2017, along the river, I was beaten and robbed by two human beings surviving by the only means known to "US." I suffered from a broken jaw. Surgery lasted two and half hours. Metal plates were placed by my temple, and chin. I spent eoght days in the hospital.

Thinking and recovering. Just another war story to add to the list. No housing, section 8 frozen, and the usual from the city:"out of money." Back to the shelter I go. Victim of crime paid my rent for three months. And yet unable to kick the alcohol and drug habits. I went to my home away from home, jail for possession. 

Coming out of a More than Two Decade Coma

5’2" Grey and brown haired public defender. Told me judging by your record you cannot stay clean or sober. Did the jail time and refused the 1-year program. Now I have tried to stop for my kids, mama, and girlfriend. I even said I can stop if I wanted to but I never wanted to. She had just as much faith in me as I had in myself " NONE"

What else did I have to lose. Besides the three free months rent paid. S*** I was beaten mentally, physically, emotionally, and deep down inside I wanted the help.  During this year program, I mentally and physically detoxed. I had come out of a coma and it was 23 years later. I knew who I was when I was drinking and drugging. But I had no idea who I was becoming.

I got rid of people, places, and possessions. The things I thought I knew I forgot. I had to find my identity first, then get my mind right, and I went out and got my life right.

Reborn and Pleading for All of Us to See

I-AM reborn with new relationships with my children, a job I had for a year, never missing a day. We need to see programs developed, housing for families and individuals, help for the kids that are caught in the crossfire. I pray that "WE" feed the hungry, shelter the homeless and heal "US" who are sick and addicted.

No family, nor person should ever have to live this way in the greatest country in the world. I - AM "WE THE PEOPLE" THE UNSEEN.

Now your imagination had painted you a clear vision on what once was your empty canvas. Let your emotional colors be seen in your dreams and in conversation. That way when you walk passed "US" "WE" would no longer be "THE UNSEEN" If you have any questions the next time you're out just ask the next person you SEE!

Essay by Donal Griffin with the VOICE writing workshop shared with VOICE

Hi, My Name is Stephen and I am Not an Alcoholic or an Addict

Ending up on the Streets

Hi, my name is Stephen and I am not an alcoholic or an addict. Although I still drink and I have used and abused drugs in the past. I still smoke pot. If you had told me 15 years ago that I would end up on the streets, I would have laughed in your face. Even though I had just lost my job, I wasn’t worried. I had money in the bank and I had never had a problem finding work in this town.

Six months later, I discovered just how naive I had been. Getting a job in your late 40s is not the same as when I was younger. Savings almost gone, unable to pay rent, I found myself downtown with a knapsack on my back and out on the streets. Totally clueless, with no idea of what was going to come next.

There are no guidebooks for life on the streets, no handy list of places to find even the most basic of services, food and shelter. You have to learn as you go, where is the soup kitchen and when do they serve. The location of the shelter and what you need to obtain the services they offer. Cautiously, you begin to meet people who you feel safe enough with to gather information from in this new altered reality. This church passes out bag lunches on these days, this group feeds at this park on this night. Groceries at this church on some Saturdays.

Endless Lines Everywhere                                                                                                 

Standing in line, you quickly learn, will become a major part of your day. In the morning you line up for day-old pastries, then over to “Vinnies” ( St. Vincent's) for lunch. If you want a bed or would like to get into overflow, there’s a line for that. Evening meal, more of the same. Going out to overflow? Another slow moving, seemingly endless, line. There are more people in need than you would suppose, they only become noticeable when they gather together for feeds or other services. Afterwards, dispersing into small groups and individuals, they fade into the urban background, mostly invisible to the average citizen.

Life on the streets is tough on the feet. When you’re not standing in line, you’re walking somewhere. Walking is your only form of transportation. When I ended up on the streets, the available services were scattered all over town. Record st. has helped some making access to some services easier. Still, if you need to go to Social Security or unemployment, it’s an hours long walk or more. Some agencies will provide you with a bus pass, if they have them and feel that your needs are worthy.

Social Workers and Life as an Urban Outdoorsman

I have nothing but admiration for social workers, both those who are paid and the volunteers. These people have very difficult jobs often having to work under very trying circumstances. Dealing with people who are too hot or too cold, tired and hungry and very often frustrated must feel like a thankless task at times. Yet they show up for work day after day, they deserve our thanks and respect.

At first sleeping outside, being an Urban Outdoorsman, seems like an adventure. This quickly wears off, a few nights of uneasy, interrupted rest takes the fun out of it. Reno is a 24-hour town, this can make finding a reasonably quiet and safe spot very hard. There is no such thing as a 100% safe spot, anyplace you can find is probably known to others. Footsteps or voices in the night jerk you back into consciousness.

Depending on where you are, gunshots are not an uncommon event. A good night's rest is three or four hours. Up at dawn to preserve the secrecy of your spot, day after day, takes a toll on you.

The Hallucinatory Stage and Downward Spiral

I’ve been so tired, so sleep deprived that I’ve reached the hallucinatory stage. There is no catching up on sleep, you are always tired, lacking any energy. In this condition it’s almost impossible to keep a positive attitude.

Once you’re in this kind of shape, despair and depression are knocking at your door. Combine this with any other setbacks, even minor ones, can cause you to lose hope. You become trapped in a downward spiral and there is no way out, no possible means of escape.

It took about five years for me to reach this low point and then I quit. I gave up on life, I had finally been beaten down enough. Existing with next to nothing is easy once you’ve let go of hope. Giving up is a gradual process. Hope dies hard. The smallest spark, like a few days work, can reignite it. Just a small reminder of what life used to be. I spent about eight years in this kind of limbo. It’s an existence not a life.

Reduced to the Lowest Common Denominators

Outside of a very small circle of friends, I cared about almost nothing. My life had been stripped down to the barest of essentials, what I needed to survive. A good coat, some clothes, clean socks, a book and my radio, my link to the world. Anything of value, I kept with me in a small knapsack. Everything else was either replaceable or unnecessary. I had reduced myself, my existence to the lowest possible common denominator.

Friends disappear into hospitals or the VA system and months later, word would filter back that they had died. Old so-and-so had cancer, cirrhosis finally got what’s his name. His heart just stopped, she just didn’t wake up one morning. A few friends, a six pack and maybe a reefer, some funny stories. A modest wake for a friend and then life goes on.

Occasionally violence would descend upon our little circle. She was knifed by a “John” in a motel room in Sparks. Some teens beat a helpless old drunk so badly he died. A few para- graphs in the local newspaper. A year or so later a short article, Plea Bargain, Manslaughter, three to five years, they’re out by now. So much for a man’s life, yeah he was a drunk, for the most part, a harmless one. Yet he could be funny and converse on many subjects, Destroyed by his own demons? I don’t know, life goes on.

Helping us Deal with our Own Demons

I believe that everyone on the streets has their own Demons. Some are obvious like alcohol or drugs, others are deeper and harder to fix upon. Demons is my own term. There is nothing biblical or satanic in my use of it. Demons are all of the emotions and frustrations that build up in a person under constant stress. Stress leads to an inability to cope, this enhances emotional distress and the demons grow stronger.

Most of the street people I’ve known worked hard with coping, some better than others. We are all dealing with feelings of shame, uselessness, fear and denial. Add all of this to an already overwhelming tiredness and you finally achieve total apathy.

You just don’t care anymore. Any one of you can help with this disorder. It’s simple, requires no money and feels good. Say 'Hi' or 'Good Morning', just make eye contact or smile. Simply acknowledging a fellow human being's existence can be rewarding for both parties. A pretty girl's smile in the morning can make a person’s whole day, I know.

People on the streets have lost social skills, they’ve atrophied from lack of use. Human contact, no matter how small restores a sense of belonging, inclusion. These types of interactions can reinforce some small sense of community. Being a part of a larger whole, having value as a person. Outreach, establishing some form contact with society helps people. This changes the dynamics of Us against Them. Bridging this gap, allows street people a sense of belonging. Many will be leery, having been let down before. Keep it simple, work on little things first, build trust.

Simple Things Become Monumental Tasks

What to the average citizen would be a minor nuisance can feel overwhelming to a person on the streets. Simple things, like getting a new I.D. or Social Security card can be a challenge. Where do I get the money? How do I get there? Do I have all of the paperwork that I need? 15 dollars can seem like a small fortune to a person on the streets.

Everyone has needs, cash is hard to come by and harder to hold onto. Helping someone overcome one of these problems, opens a door. Making them more receptive to the next step, actively seeking out services or counseling. Dealing with their own Demons.

I’m not advocating for you to go out and adopt a street person, far from it. I do believe that building a rapport with someone allows you to advise and provide moral support. Simply giving out money can be counter productive. Person to person contact is a much more realistic way of achieving the reintroduction of street people into society.

More Ideas to Help

There must be some form of triage that allows us to find those individuals who only need a gentle nudge and a little direction to services and support. Those with substance abuse issues require a different approach. They must recognize their problem and truly desire change. Otherwise treatment is nothing more than a 12-step revolving door between rehab and the street. You have to want it, for it to happen.

Lastly, we come to those with true mental health issues. This is way beyond my ken. I know that they must be treated with compassion and respect yet beyond that I’m in over my head. Some form of intervention is called for, probably by the state.

I’m not happy with this solution, but as I said this is beyond me. You may have noticed that throughout this essay I have used the terms “Street Person” or “Street People” instead of the more common “Homeless."

 I have recently learned that one’s Home is carried in one’s Heart and one’s Head and in the hearts and heads of your chosen family. There is a difference between being without shelter and being without a home. I hope you’ve been able to gain some insight from my experiences and thoughts on this difficult subject.

I originally wrote this about a year ago. Rewriting it has been a bit like tearing the scabs off old wounds. I took a walk the other day and revisited some of my old spots, many have been cleared of brush and fenced off, a few are still out there to use. There seem to be more folks out there than I remember. This needs to be fixed, I wish I knew how.

Essay by Stephen Popovich shared with Our Town Reno

How My Life Was on the Streets, by Shawna with VOICE

Kicked out of My Home

It was scary and hard. I never thought I would be on the streets. The day my parents kicked me out was the hardest day of my homelessness.

The reason why is that it was snowing and very cold. It was nine feet of snow. I remember very well. I lived under a bridge for about a couple of weeks.

With only a sheet.  Then I heard that Sarah cried to Mickie that I was on the streets and that she wanted to help me.  They then found me. It was snowing bad that day and I was thinking that day I was going to die. Mickie took me in that day.

Under a Bridge with Seizures

Me and Sarah got close after that. We were like sisters. Well, I had a crush on her and still do. We did everything together.

About two years later, Mickie got a job at the Volunteers of America and I couldn’t live with her anymore because it would affect her job there. I was sad and upset. I didn’t know where I was going to go.

I then went to the homeless shelter and I didn’t like it but I stayed there til my time was up. Then back to the streets I went. That day I met a good friend of mine, who is still my friend today.

We stayed under the bridge together because I have seizures and he watched over me. About a couple of months later I left and went on my own. I was living on the river after that. Two days after that I got a ticket for living on the river for $100 but I got it waived.

Kicked out of the Shelter

Then I went to Volunteers of America to try to get housing. I had to go to classes to get housing. I was a troublemaker and one day I was watching tv in the tv room at Volunteers of America and (someone, name redacted) came up to me and told me I had to leave. Well I got mad and went off on her.

She called the police and I then tried to leave after that. I didn’t want to go to jail so I tried to leave quickly. When I was exiting an officer (name redacted) was blocking the exit. I tried going through him but he tased me.

I then went into a seizure and they had to take me to the hospital. I don’t remember what happened but I know I woke up in the hospital by myself. I was a troublemaker.

I found out the next day that I was 86ed from the Volunteers of America for six months. It sucked because back on the streets I went for six months. Then I went back after it was done. I had to do the classes again so I did.

Kicked out of an Apartment, a Facebook Friend and Meth

I then got my own apartment. What got me to lose my place was my neighbor downstairs and I got into a loud fight and I got kicked out. Mickie helped me pack up and move. I was so sad.

Back on the streets I went. Then I went to the library the week after and was on Facebook. I found this girl on Facebook and she asked me if I wanted to come to Pennsylvania to be with her. So I said I would. So I did. The next day, I went to a church and asked if they would help me to go to Pennsylvania.

They said they would. So the next day I left. I wanted to get out of Reno so bad. Three days it took to get there and when I got there I called and she picked me up. It didn’t last there though.

I came back to Reno and I was on the streets when I got here. I went to the homeless shelter. They were all surprised to see me. I stayed there for six months and meth (was my) life.

I didn’t know what I was doing to myself. All I know was it felt good. It was fun then. I felt like I was on top of the world. Then I found out what it was doing to me.

Quitting Drugs and Finding Mickie Again

So I quit six months later. I had more seizures. Nobody wanted to hang out with me. My life was getting way worse. So I went back to pot. Now I am realizing how my life is different when I am not on drugs. I wish I never started but I did and I am sorry. 

But then I moved back to my parents and that didn’t work out because my brother and I got into fights. Because I was trying to protect my Mom …. I never knew family was that mean. 

I then went back to the streets and I don’t remember any of it but I know it wasn’t fun. Then I went to jail for hitting a cop. I left my stuff at the homeless shelter and it got thrown out. 

I got out of jail after a month and went back to the streets. Mickie got another job and she was looking for me. Then I got arrested again. I called Mickie from jail and when I got out she was there. I’ve been there ever since with Mickie and I am still there. 

Story by Shawna from the V.O.I.C.E. writing workshop shared with Our Town Reno

Is Now the Time to Push for Universal Access to Affordable Housing?

"Good Luck" in Finding Affordable Housing in Reno

A recent Reno Gazette-Journal article wishes “luck” to anyone looking to buy a single-family home for less than $300,000 in our area.  This affects everyone from first-time buyers, to people who want to sell their home or relocate, and college students.  

A new study from the apartment rental company Zumper says Reno, the 85th largest city has the 66th highest rent in the country, while a one bedroom apartment in Reno is now nearly 16 percent more expensive than it was a year ago, when prices were already climbing.

Even prices of long term rooms in motels are going up, amid the city's fight on "blight", leaving even fewer shelter options for those with records, bad credit or not enough money for down payments. 

I'm a Student Living at Home, What about Others? 

As a local college student myself, I have opted to live at home with my parents because it is truly the best option for me. Being a full-time student and part-time worker does not give me the financial independence I would need to afford renting a home on my own or even with roommates.

I am fortunate enough to be local and have family to live with while I study and save money, but many other students do not have that luxury. Out-of-state students, or even some Reno natives, have opted to live on their own and then face the grueling challenge of having to balance their schoolwork and their part-time/full-time jobs to cover their mounting housing bills.

A screengrab from recent reporting by NPR Next Generation Radio which can be found here.

The Dire Situation Elsewhere as Well

NPR’s Next Generation Radio covered this trend, with reporter Laura Tsutsui focussing on students in the Sacramento area. Rebecca Rodriguez, a student at Sacramento State, is “one of about 48,000 California State University students without reliable housing,” according to Tsutsui's reporting.

As a twenty-something college student who already faces an overwhelming amount of uncertainty in her life, housing definitely should not be one of those uncertainties.

But, as Tsutsui's report states: "the University of Wisconsin, Madison found that 50 percent of community college students across the nation are housing insecure and 14 percent are homeless.” These high percentages speak volumes to what tens of thousands of people and families are struggling with across the entire country.

Students and youth in Reno are among those struggling to find safe shelter they can afford. 

NIMBY Opposition

While people are fired up to demand solutions to affordable housing, others still oppose the idea of setting up more homes for people who have been struggling. For example, Shelterforce magazine stated:

“First, the most commonly reported reason for opposition is fear of increased crime and decreased sense of safety—heard by over three out of every five developers experiencing opposition. Half of the developers also regularly hear community concern about tax burdens. This concern comes into play with many development projects, but more typically with developments such as affordable housing that normally seek some type of property tax concession from local government, and thus are viewed as not paying their “fair share” of the costs of public services to the site.”

I think this statement accurately demonstrates the amount of discrimination that people who search for affordable housing face regularly. Their potential neighbors believe them to be dangerous or even criminal. But, if affordable housing were made more accessible to people forced to live through homelessness or unreliable housing, would we not potentially see more stability?

Universal health care is important, but maybe we could start with figuring out how to provide universal affordable housing first. Studies have shown a housing solution also greatly reduces health costs and addictions for those now currently living on the streets.

Citizen's Forum Opinion Piece by Jazmin Orozco-Rodriguez shared with Our Town Reno

Change and Change Back

A photo essay by Deborah Achtenberg

Some people live on and off the street. Others get to move them around.

The Standard at Reno planned to build high-end student housing in an area with lovely historic homes near UNR.  As a result, the buildings were boarded up and the low-income residents were moved out. Then, the Standard changed its mind. The buildings are still there, boarded up and deteriorating.

Here's an elegant one. It once was a boarding house.

Can you imagine conversations around the boarding house dining table?

Here's another. Some people are living there again, as you can see from the signs

Here's a smaller one that looks as though it got a fresh round of paint  recently. All the improvement work was for nothing.

And here is another, with its once welcoming porch hard to discern due to the boards.

The properties are for sale, as you can see from the sign on this beautiful pink one.  Where will the people allowed in it go?  How sad for them to leave a welcoming home.

But the hosts can withdraw their original welcome. They own the house that made the welcome possible--and no law keeps them from taking it back.

Who owns the law, I wonder?  You and me??

It doesn't take long for property to deteriorate. The elements take their toll.

And how easily we deprive the young of pasts that stimulate emotion and imagination-- of porches where people sat, talked and watched the world go by. Imagination that could help us change our world.

All will be gone soon. Change and change back. On and off the street.  Power and powerlessness.

And we just watch as beauties like this old boarding house deteriorate and pass from the scene.

Photos and Essay by Deborah Achtenberg shared with Our Town Reno

Harsh Nights Inside Reno's Overflow Homeless Shelter

When nights get colder and snow falls, more houseless people need to find shelter in our area, but on these particularly bitter and dangerous nights to be living outside, Reno's main shelters, run by the Volunteers of America, quickly fill up, as do religious and abuse shelters.

One option then is a temporary overflow shelter, also run by the VOA, which has been temporary for a while now, after the previous overflow shelter was vandalized last winter. 

Long Waits, Bare Conditions

People waiting for the overflow shelter can wait for hours late into the evening before a van picks them up to take them to the overflow location. Its exact location isn't publicized, and the only way to gain access is to be taken there. Some give up before the van arrives. Late arrivals are sometimes told there isn't enough room for everyone at the overflow, where conditions are really bare.  When busy, homeless people say the last van sometimes doesn't get to the overflow until near midnight. They say everyone is woken up at a quarter to five, and back on the streets in the early morning hours.

These photos and testimony from last night were shared with Our Town Reno by an anonymous contributor.

Our contributor says the ground inside can be dirty, with many people bringing in gravel with their shoes.  The contributor said there is no access to clean water. There are also complaints about bed bugs. Disabled homeless complain the services aren't adequate for their extra needs. 

Our anonymous contributor says the staff can make people wait for hours at a time late in the evening as temperatures drop before they can enter the sleeping area, so people still sleep wherever they can.

In the morning, people must often leave the overflow very early, before 5 a.m., while it's still very cold outside.

Photos by an Anonymous Contributor for Our Town Reno

Alese McMurtry, A Student Organizing a Vigil for Those Who Die in the Cold

Photo and Reporting by Jose Olivares for Our Town Reno

This Thursday, Reno-based activists will be hosting an event to honor homeless individuals who have died while living on the streets. The event, called “Winter Vigil for Our Houseless Neighbors”, will take place from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. on Thursday, Dec. 22, at the Potentialist Workshop, located at 836 East Second Street.

Alese McMurtry, a student at the University of Nevada, Reno and local activist, is one of the main organizers of the event.

McMurtry says there will be speakers from the Reno Initiative for Shelter and Equality (RISE), Acting in Community Together in Organizing Northern Nevada (ACTIONN), a man reciting a poem and a moment of silence to honor those who have died while living on the streets locally. Photo by Jose Olivares for Our Town Reno

Police, From Caring to Problematic?

According to McMurtry, a vigil is not foreign to Reno. Her uncle was a police officer for the Reno Police Department and would help organize yearly vigils for homeless individuals who died that year. Unfortunately after he left the police department, McMurtry says the yearly vigils withered away. 

“Now, I think that the Reno Police Department has been extremely problematic and harmful towards the houseless population,” McMurtry said. “I don’t think they should be a part of it until they actually start showing some compassion and care to the houseless folks in Reno because that’s they’re job -- to serve and protect.”

The organizers of the event encountered some logistical problems when planning the vigil. When attempting to find out the names or even just the number of homeless individuals who have died recently, they encountered a lack of information.

Unknown Numbers for a Forgotten Population

As the exact number and names of recent homeless deaths in northern Nevada is not known or presented as such, McMurtry said this is telling.

“I think that that is so indicative of how houseless people are forgotten in life and forgotten in death, too,” she said. “I think it’s important there are events to try to remember people, because no one deserves to die and be forgotten.”

ACTIONN released a statement which reported that "in Washoe County this winter, several individuals have already died and another has fallen into a fire after having a seizure, leading to severe injuries. Some are victims of crime and suffering from intense injuries, while freezing outside each night.  We must do more to value human life and protect our community. " 

Everyone is invited to attend the event. The organizers hope to make it an annual vigil.  This year's vigil will also have a list of demands the organizers hope to send to the City of Reno.

A photo from the Our Town Reno Instagram street reporting collective.

What: Winter Vigil for Our Houseless Neighbors; a vigil to honor and remember houseless folks who have passed away.

When: Thursday, December 22 from 6 to 8 p.m.

Where: The Potentialist Workshop (836 East 2nd Street)

Who: All are invited to attend

Do You Believe in Reno’s Will to Provide Affordable Housing?

The Wednesday early afternoon meeting began at Reno’s City Council with activists reacting angrily to reports the Nevada Department of Transportation would start using armed guards to move homeless people away from areas near freeway corridors, as well as befuddlement benches are being taken out at local bus stops to prevent the less fortunate from resting there or that motels with affordable weeklies are being torn down, rather than fixed to help those living there.

Katie Colling from the local group RISE pleaded for the city to, above all else, help humans in Reno, including the houseless.

Cold-Hearted City?

Is Reno becoming a cold-hearted city, wondered one early speaker, while another called it a “class war against the homeless.”

Mike Thornton from the group ACTIONN suggested Reno should take lessons from Seattle, which in May 2015, passed resolution 31577, stating core values of race and social equity would serve as one of the foundations for their city planning. He also called for appropriate leadership, and transparent action as the city addresses the staggering local lack of affordable housing.

Unboarded up. Another picture from today from a block where all residents were displaced to give way to a high-end student hi-rise project.  With that deal now stalling, rooms are being rented out yet again, while some of the previously displaced became homeless.

Last in the Country in Affordable Housing

Among the presentations, Eric Novak from the Praxis Consulting Group, who has worked on several Reno affordable housing projects, said by many metrics Nevada is at the bottom of state-by-state lists to provide such opportunities for its least affluent.

Another speaker from the Vecino group lauded tax-credit supported housing, using public funds and other assistance to help developers turn blighted buildings into places of affordable housing “we would all like to live in.”  Examples the speaker showed ranged from a housing development for former homeless veterans called Freedom Place in Saint Louis, MO, to downtown housing in Salt Lake City called Bodhi. 

According to official definitions, affordable housing is not spending more than 30% of your income on housing, a limit most people in the Reno/Sparks area far surpass.

Scary Slides

The first speaker was Matt Prosser, from Economic and Planning Systems, who showed slides indicating a growing divergence between rising housing costs and stagnating incomes.  He asked the City Council to have clear political will and to be transparent about their goals and areas where they have leverage to help those struggling to afford any place to live in the Reno/Sparks area.

City Council members were shown a succession of scary statistics, as well as possible developer-backed plans to help those who can't afford housing.

Learning from Others, Jean Quan and Gentrification Battles in Oakland

by Ruben Kimmelman

Jean Quan (left) during an Oakland First Fridays Festival, campaigning for a renter protection ordinance, had advice for a city like Reno beginning to experience its own gentrification issues. Photo by Ruben Kimmelman

An Enigmatic Politician Dealing With a Polarizing Issue

Gentrification is fast becoming an important issue here in Reno and might be something you and your friends are discussing over a latte or craft beer. Often used as a loaded term, gentrification is both provocative and polarizing, and widely misunderstood as well.

The city of Oakland has a long history with gentrification, and Oakland’s former mayor Jean Quan’s public reputation is almost as enigmatic as the term itself. As mayor, serving from January 2011 to January 2015, she once had a 2-1 approval rating among her city’s residents that dropped to 28% only half a year later, according to a local CBS poll. However, she is famous for ‘out-hustling’ her opponents and, even after losing the election in 2014, she remains a visible and active part of the city’s politics, advocating for issues she finds important.

A screengrab from Jean Quan's Wikipedia page.

A Q and A with Jean Quan, Any Advice for Reno?

Kimmelman: I actually live in Reno, where gentrification issues and stuff like that have kind of been brought to the forefront lately. Here in Oakland it seems like it has been an issue for quite a while now, what kind of advice would you have to cities that feel like their cities are being taken away to issues like that?

Quan: “Well you know, we've been working on affordable housing for a while, and so the politics they swing left they swing right. I worked very hard on fighting the governor when he removed the redevelopment which was the funding for affordable housing, worked very hard to get other affordable housing, but I did a lot of affordable housing when I was mayor particularly to protect our more elderly citizens."

"We built a lot of senior housing and we left behind some plans and we've been trying to get the city council to charge fees and develop some areas so that 25% of all the new housing is what we call affordable for working class families."

"Basically, if you're a hotel worker [with a family and you’re] both working you don’t make enough money to buy a house in Oakland so we're working really hard to get with nonprofits to get good decent rental properties and to get some of the climate change funding to build housing along major corridors like this so that people can afford to still live in a city like Oakland."

A collage of recent media about gentrification in Oakland.

Neighborhood to Neighborhood Battles

"We’re very diverse, and, you know, I think, unlike San Francisco, we’re really fighting it neighborhood by neighborhood. People are really actually organizing and they’re fighting and we’re trying to put pressure on city government to come up with that money, and we’re not there yet, but we've won some victories, and so one of the things I'm campaigning for today is this renter protection. We want to protect the current renters a lot because (...) a lot of people don’t know their rights. Landlords will sometimes walk by a building and tell everyone to get out and not knowing that they actually have rights to stay and that they can't just add 1000 dollars to their rent. So this is actually a pretty important ordinance. It protects people against unjust evictions and also would require the city to let every renter know what their rent should be and what the rules are.”

A collage of recent media photos in articles about evictions and high rents in Oakland.

Kimmelman: [Who should the burden be on?]

Quan : “It should be on the landlord and it should be on the city. I am famous for walking door to door and talking a lot and I would run into so often seniors and others who just their landlord told them to leave and they just leave. They don’t understand that they have rights.”

Kimmelman: [Yeah, well because they don’t have the time or the money to look into the legal stuff or hire a lawyer, obviously, because they can’t afford that]

Quan: “Or even you think that they can, but I think that more and more it’s starting to happen because there's no place to move. It used to be ok I'll move farther east or I’ll move whatever but now the whole Bay Area is becoming way too expensive.”

Katie Colling, Pushing for Community Land Trusts

Find out more about community land trusts here, and RISE, of which Katie Colling is the vice president.

Alese McMurtry, Caring for People Already in Reno

As part of the week against gentrification in Reno, Our Town Reno is giving the microphone to some of the involved activists.  Alese McMurtry, a student at UNR, still lives at home, but has friends who struggle to find decent apartments at a price they can afford, usually below $400 a month.  

McMurtry (center) also worries about Reno's high poverty and unemployment rates.  She also goes to city council meetings and events with the Reno Justice Coalition to speak out and stay informed.

“Not having enough affordable housing for students is a big issue and I’m not sure the university cares that much about it. I would also like Reno to put more effort into helping people who already live here. They are trying to make it all about tourism, and trying to turn Reno into a tech town, but we have people suffering, and I think they need to focus on them, rather than trying to bring in more and more people with no place for them to go.”

"Officially Discharged" -- Melinda's Lost Dream, part 2

Sitting calmly at a desk in the lush, plant-filled downtown library in Reno, but still in disbelief at how her life has been in a tailspin in recent months, Melinda is organizing folders and papers with different headings and letterheads marking her recent past : drug tests, Restart, appointments with case managers, therapy sessions… One of them stings the most.  In bold the words jump out … “officially discharged from the CABHI program.”

The letter which kicked Melinda out of a program which was providing housing and hope for a better life.

Kicked Out of the CABHI Program

Melinda was a housing recipient from a program meant to help the homeless with both addiction and mental health issues. The 46-year-old Ohio native says she feels she was set up to fail after she moved into her new apartment in the fall of 2015.  She’s homeless again, and after both her parents died while she was in the program, and she had subsequent mental and physical health problems, Melinda, a former heroin addict, slipped back into drugs.

“My dad passed away last year, and then a few months later my mom passed away and as all addicts I went back to what I knew and started using meth for a few months, but I’m always the honest one. I’m always the one that tells them first.  I got a hold of my therapist and told them — hey this is what I’m doing. This is what’s up.” She said she had been told CABHI wasn’t a program where a failed drug test meant you were out.

“A part of addiction is relapse.  We were told this grant, you won’t get kicked off because you are using.”

Most coverage in the media focuses on success stories but not on those who fall through the cracks of programs which receive very little accountability. Screengrab from the Daily Herald in central Utah, in a story about CABHI recipients there.

Not Your Typical Media Success Story

Programs to help our most vulnerable often get attention when they are launched or when there is an early success story, but rarely get scrutinized for their shortcomings.  CABHI is an acronym for Cooperative Agreements to Benefit Homeless Individuals. It’s run through SAMHSA, the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, a branch of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services.

Here’s part of a recent writeup from the Daily Herald newspaper in central Utah about CABHI : …The program bypasses the red tape of other government programs, and finds one-bedroom apartments for homeless individuals. But it doesn’t stop there — the program provides them with in-home mental illness counseling, substance abuse interventions, even regular medical care...

A recent Connecticut NPR-affiliate story was headlined “Sal Pinna Finally Finds a Home”. It’s about a CABHI beneficiary who’d been on the streets for two decades. He is quoted as saying: "I’ll feel ten times better when I have the keys in my hand. The nightmare will be over, let’s put it that way.”

Melinda, who prefers not to be photographed, deals with a flurry of paperwork, trying to understand how she can help improve programs like CABHI, so people who believe in them but are still struggling, can still have their expectations met.

More Support Needed

For Melinda, who wasn’t homeless very long, getting into CABHI has meant more nightmares.

 “It was a new start, a new beginning,” she says looking back on the program which she’s now been discharged from. “I thought this is the chance, the helping hand I needed.  All of us who got into CABHI here thought we were going to get support. We thought we were going to get encouragement.  We thought we would be given the tools in order to fulfill our dreams.  We did get housing, but we were also out in the elements on our own,  and at what price? There were never any words of encouragement or support. We didn’t get help during rough times. A lot could have been changed if there was just that little bit of support.”

Melinda has started her own Facebook page and often pipes up on social media to have her concerns heard and worked upon for the benefit of others.

Accountability for Failures

Melinda wonders if case managers should be held accountable.  She worries about programs held in high esteem on a national level but which can be badly managed locally. She’s concerned about how some of the housing is chosen, and whether there is proper screening of places where the formerly homeless are housed.

Melinda often pipes up on social media. She’s becoming a web activist, with new work in progress websites to showcase her journey and concerns. She’s also started going to public meetings to make her feelings known.  

Melinda says she's also been kicked out of ReStart, which initially had led her to CABHI, but that she got a space back in the women's shelter, as she continues to get her life back on track.

No Fears

Melinda says she’s not bothered by the blowback which may come from the small group of people whose job it is to help the homeless in Reno.

“There’s a lot of people who don’t want to say anything because they are afraid of losing their housing… But right is right and wrong is wrong,” Melinda says.  “If appointment dates are unclear or changed without telling us, or they make us wait several hours and we leave, or if we leave voice mails saying we can’t go, we get penalized but what about the case managers?  There’s a whole group of people living in fear. The CABHI program is for those with some kind of mental diagnosis. But what happened was that case managers could add stress and anxiety rather than help. And it was much harder than we thought it would be. Wasn’t this program meant to help us?”

Melinda has kept all her documents showing she took all her required appointments seriously.

An Investigation

This is part 2 of an Our Town Reno investigation into Melinda’s difficult life, and the help she hoped she would be getting, but which fell short of her expectations.

You can read part 1 of her story here.

Stay tuned for part 3.

Melinda's "Lost Dream" - An Investigation, Part 1

Over the next few weeks, Our Town Reno will be looking into Melinda’s story, a recipient of a government program to help homeless suffering from mental health and addiction challenges get housing, but whose life in Reno in recent months has been anything but smooth sailing. 

A screengrab from Melinda's photo album called "My lost dream".

Melinda has been making her grievances and hardships known publicly at meetings, on social media and has established her own Facebook page “Secured Housing with Unsecured Minds”. She messaged Our Town Reno and invited us to her government-supplied residence when she was living there. She titled a photos series she made as “My lost dream”. It seems her cries for help are gaining little traction, at least for now.

A new Facebook page Melinda recently started to get her grievances known.

Are Government Programs to Help the Homeless Effective?

The program Melinda has been in is part of the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, SAMHSA. That's an agency within the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services.  Its mission is, in its own wording, "to reduce the impact of substance abuse and mental illness on America’s communities."

Like many government programs its intentions are well-meaning. But does this program work? Does it have serious shortcomings? Is money well spent? In this case, here in Reno are the homeless with substance abuse and mental health issues really getting helped?

A screengrab for SAMHSA which provides the money for CABHI. Government programs are full of acronyms.

Melinda was a recipient of a specific program called the Cooperative Agreements to Benefit Homeless Individuals or CABHI. As is inherent nature, government programs are full of acronyms, but also paperwork, detailed requirements, swamped employees, and bureaucratic logjams, which open the door even wider to slow and ineffective services, missed opportunities for help, and also abuse and corruption.

An Investigation

Our Town Reno will be looking into Melinda’s story, as the year and developments unfold, through her own words, and also by looking closer into the system she hoped would help her, but has left her frustrated.  She’s also been through a lot, dealing with loss, fending for herself, and fighting for survival day by day, minute by minute out on the streets of Reno.

Improving Notices for Renters on Development Blocks, Ward Four Speaks Out

As sprawl and new developments take over more and more of Reno, concerned citizens want to make sure renters who make up more than half of the population get notified directly.

Like many other parts of town, Ward 4, which encompasses the North Valleys, is in the midst of a development boom.

This concerns new buildings and business coming into increasingly packed neighborhoods, but also renters who are getting completely displaced as their current residences are to be bulldozed away to give way to new developments.

A Letter to City Council

Last month, the Ward 4 Neighborhood Advisory Board sent a letter to Reno City Council asking for improvements in how renters are notified when new development is arriving.

The letter also notes less than 2,000 residents in Reno receive Ward specific email notifications, a paltry figure.

The letter was sent last month, but didn't get any immediate response.

Our Town Reno caught up with one of the concerned neighborhood board members to find out more on this lack of engagement, and its inherent dangers.

What’s going on in Ward 4 these days?

“Sprawl is pretty intense.  Almost every board meeting we have an annexation or a zoning change to make it more dense.  Right now, within 750 feet of a project, it’s only the landowner who gets notification, plus any military installation and businesses, but not renters.  What we’re trying to do is make sure renters get notices, people in apartment complexes get notices, all the residents in a mobile home park versus just one notice there.”

As more and more new development takes over in Reno, are neighborhood residents getting enough notification of the changes happening where they live?

What about the public notice signs which go up around town concerning oncoming developments?

“Most of the notifications the city puts up are something you have to go out and find.  You have to know that it exists, find that information and then you read it.  It’s something people have to seek out.”

Are these public notices enough?

Why is it important for more residents to know about development which might be happening in their neighborhood?

“Being notified of things happening literally right next to you is a way to engage in the community, so that you have input into your own life. This is not about changing the existing law, it’s about improving it. You can do these things without changing the law.”

Many residents living on this block where the alley and trees and surrounding homes will soon be gone to make way for high end student housing found out about their displacement through media reports, journalists and concerned citizens.

What about the university district where many residents were told about their situation through media reports, and journalists and concerned citizens knocking on their doors?

“That’s just not right. The only reason people knew about displacement in the university block is because people were telling them.  This could happen elsewhere. Think about it: 53% of our population are renters. That’s a significant number of people who aren’t being told directly what’s happening where they live.”

Reno's Dire Need For Housing

by Monica DuPea, Executive Director of the Nevada Youth Empowerment Project

Screengrab from the Nevada Youth Empowerment Project's Facebook page. The community-based youth service provider helps homeless young adults.

Reno Needs All Types of Housing for Its Poor

120 – Emergency Shelter Beds and Professional Onsite Services
1000 – Senior Transitional Housing Units
1600 – Permanent Housing Units

Very Few Viable Housing Options

Many citizens complain about the blight and homelessness in downtown Reno.

A majority of those “hanging” in the streets are earning 30% or less of our Area Medium Income ($17,665 or less) of $58,883. Only 12% of these folks have even been able to find a viable housing option. And, our Shelter Director reports that we are 120 shelter beds short each night with a majority of 90% of these individuals suffering from mental illness and/or substance use.

Finding the Best Action Plan For Success

Not only will these folks need help with basic needs like rent and food assistance, but they will also require other professional services to ensure they are given the best action plan of success, like therapy, medical assisted treatment, medication management and accountability.

Without the piece to help people empower themselves with the skills and knowledge to drive and motivate their own lives, any external resources given will likely not sustain after assistance stops.

Helping the Poor Get Back on Track

It’s expensive and hard to help someone recondition themselves to be a contributor, thinker, doer. There are many false starts and ongoing challenges to overcome. This must be taken into consideration when developing housing for our poor.

Rent is generally set using Fair Market Value, but when you have a city where there is a shortage of housing and an expected boom in population, FMV can be much higher than housing assistance will cover. And, property owners prefer more established renters. They complain that the poor are more likely to be late on rent, damage property, be dirty, not supervise their children, move people in, vacate without notice, etc.

Suggested solutions:

1. Define Shelter as Emergency Shelter and add additional 120 beds and professional services.
2. Additional shelter opened to serve as a Day Program.
3. Defining the current shelter as an emergency shelter will also it to serve a specific purpose…to assess, stabilize and refer out for more appropriate and long term care. Opening the additional shelter would provide a housing based programming site for families/youth to stabilize in, so they can begin to get their footing back and build a life. When we have sufficient shelter beds, we should see a decrease in street homelessness.
4. Develop a Land Trust Company to hold properties that serve as housing projects for our poor.
5. Work with and only incentivize developers who are interested in setting aside significant number of units for our poor (30% or less of AMI).
6. Consider alternative solutions like changing zoning/coding to allow more community style living environments that can accommodate larger groups of people for smaller costs. Or, look at how we can use our abandoned/foreclosed properties. There are also many kinds of tiny houses. We will need to innovate to address the amount of need we have with the resources available.