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One of the most pleasurable experiences is being pleasantly surprised by someone and meeting unexpected people in unexpected places.
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Our apartment leasing consultant is Mel and the week we met him happened to be his first week on the job. Nice guy whom we saw and spoke with several times over the course of viewing the potential home and signing the lease. I can be a bit sarcastic and personable, so we got to know each other pretty quickly. He talked about clubbing and skydiving, and by first looks he looked like a typical happy guy who likes to have a good time.
The day we moved in he handed us our keys and said, "Hey, I have this charity called, Monday Night Mission, find me on facebook and friend me and the project." Not to be judgmental, but it came as a pleasant shock. I thought it was great and looked him up right away.
I guess I don't know alot about Mel except he has a thing for Dora Explorer, good sense of humor, proud to be Sri-Lankan, loves sky diving and laughs alot...and apparently likes helping people.
SKID ROW
About 6 months ago he began Monday Night Mission. As he was driving home from a night of clubbing and debauchery he found himself lost in downtown LA and right in the middle of Skid Row. He had never been there before. Shocked by what he saw he quickly stopped at the closest fast food spot, ordered 10 sandwiches and started giving them out. He could only feed 10. He felt ashamed standing among the disappointed faces.
He decided to gather a couple of buddies to feed more, but simultaneously worried that his friends would feel the disappointment when the time came to say, "I have no food left". He came across Mother Theresa's saying, "If you can't feed 100, feed one" so that week he gathered 3 of his friends and gave out 72 sandwiches.
With the coined phrase, "People don't live on Skid Row, they die on Skid Row" the 52 block enclave is known as the homeless capital of the United States projecting anywhere from 4,000-11,000 "residing" homeless, depending on the census year, and the number of homeless on any given night in Los Angeles COUNTY has reached 90,000.
For many people living in Los Angeles, Skid Row embodies the phrase "out of sight, out of mind". Beneath the the land of endless opportunity, beaches and the Hollywood scene- underscores the issue of cardboard boxes and tents lining the streets each night, until sun rise when they are forced out by the police. The homelessness, drug abuse, prostitution, violence and mental illness that continue to thrive on Skid Row has successfully been tucked away within this 52-block concentration of shelters, missions and other social services. As a result, it has remained out of the eyes, ears and minds of the majority of Los Angeles residents.
The area was once known as the agricultural hub after railroads were introduced to the area in the 1870's and a station was built just blocks away from Skid Row’s center.
With railroads came the industrialization of agriculture. With agriculture meant work was seasonal and short-term, and therefore, so were the workers. With railroads, means transient culture and crews would lay over near the downtown railroads Hotels, bars and brothels popped up in the area to entertain and support the single, adult male population stepping off at the railroad station and working for brief bursts throughout the year.
During the great depression that overtook the 1930's LA became a promised land for the millions of the unemployed and broken down, for the displaced farmers and migrants. Many from midwest and south rode the railroads to LA only to find there was no work there...much of the elderly hobos are the base population currently residing there.
In the 60's the area went from the temporary worker community and Great depression victims to a resting ground for Vets returning with addictions and deeply set trauma. Unable to re-emerge with society they retreated to skid row as a haven.
Prior to 90's recession the landscape was primarily single and male, but now it has taken on a new look once again growing in numbers of single family, particularly single moms, and children.
Monday Night Mission
Every Monday Mel gathers people to give out food to those turned away from Skid-Row shelters.
Midnight Mission is one of the oldest continuously operating human services organizations in the Los Angeles region with 95 years of opening their doors to those in need. But, even they have limitations and have to turn people down only allowing 95 people in a night. Mel wanted to feed those that are turned away. His cause, Monday Night Mission, is not funded nor given food or supplies. It's just him gathering people on a Monday night volunteering on the streets.
Monday the 5th was Labor Day, a holiday, but rather than drinking beers and causing a ruccus with his buddies, Monday Night Mission was still in play.
Jason and I decided to participate. Of course the cause is great, but honestly I felt more compelled to show up support his passion.
The usual schedule? Anyone who wants to participate meets up Monday at 7:45pm in the Burger King parking lot, 700 West Cesar E. Chavez Ave, Los Angeles, less than a mile from skid row.
As we pulled up to park there were other cars already waiting. As more started to trickle in we all got out of our cars and Mel was there to direct us. He had us all get in a circle to introduce ourselves. That night he had 40 volunteers show up! I was really surprised, one person who was very passionate about his cause was able to reign in that many people. He wasn't attached to any big organization name, nor was his kindness due to an organized church event telling him to do so, it was on his own and because he saw a need and decided to help in any capacity he could. Most people see need, but fewer take the initiation. I guess that is what I wanted to support.
First thing I noticed right away about Mel was his ability to remember everyone's name. Every time someone new showed up to the parking lot he would go around the circle and list everyone's name, names of people he had just met that night. I don't know about you, but I have trouble remembering names, especially if it is my first time meeting them and especially if I'm meeting 39 people at once. Mel introduced everyone and explained what the protocol of the night would be. He also wanted his cause to be about introducing other people's causes and introduced me, what my condition was and the organization, ARM, that is trying to propel treatment to the surface. He explained to his fellow leasing consultants in the crowd that though most of them try to avoid his tenants we were tenants that he actually wanted to know. I was really touched. I was touched that he cared enough to expand my plight to his social circle, and encourage them to spread it to his social circle. I'm touched that he goes out of his way to think of ways to fundraise for HIBM...and I've only known him a couple weeks.
Skid Row
The plan of action was to carpool, follow him in a single file and park right in front on San Pedro Street, the center of Skid Row, then quickly hop out, stack the food and start handing it out. The whole giving process would take 40-45 min. For many this was their first time with Mel or doing charity work in general. He explained to everyone not to be afraid, nor expect a "thank-you".
I believe 8-10 cars packed pulled out of the Burger King parking lot took a right onto Cesar Chavez, a right onto Broadway, a left on first street and a right on S. Pedro street. All 8-10 cars pulled up one by one, single file in front of the crowds of Skid Row residences. We were about 4-5 cars back of Mel and it took us a little longer to get on the sidewalk because of the wheelchair, but as I rolled up, as quick as that, Mel and team had piled up cases of water bottles, used as a barrier, and behind it bags of food. Mel was quick and alert. He used himself as a human shield and directed all the volunteers to line up behind him as he coralled the starving crowd. They seemed to know the drill. Get in a line or no food. As soon as they did their duty we did ours right on the sidewalk, right next to where they sleep.
One particular situation stood out in my mind. A young homeless guy, my age, started yelling at an elderly gentleman who was not following the rules. Mel stopped the giving process, told him to get back in line so that we could proceed. The young gentleman yelled, "come on guys! Get the fuck back into line, lets all work together or we won't get fed". Mel said the first couple weeks when he started giving out food they had to search for people and tell them to take food. Not every homeless person is looking for a handout. But, week after week as Mel and his friends show up, they know the consistency and the drill and follow accordingly.
I was really impressed with Mel. He was confident, in command, deliberate and keeping watch knowing that it wasn't the safest of situations exposed in the streets. He called us up by name to give with our hands. One, to give drinks, one to give sandwiches, one to give cookies, chips or fruit. During all the chaos he made it a point to make sure every volunteer that had showed up in that Burger King parking lot was able to go to the front of the line and literally hand an item of food to the homeless receivers. That was something that really impressed me. That he cared enough, and knew the names of every volunteer, to make sure everyone that had showed up physically gave from their own hand. He even brought up one of the volunteer's son to come up. I loved that. How awesome of a mom to expose her young 8 year old child to charity and those that are less fortunate. There is nothing worse you can do to your child then spoil them and give them everything. There is nothing better you can do for your child then make them work for what they receive in life and show them those that struggle.
The food was being passed fast and the block filled with people, with the glaring red of ambulance sirens blanketing the street and ringing in your ear. It was then my turn and with every sandwich or drink I passed out I could feel the strain in shoulder and arm, but did my best to place it into their hand while making sure to look each one directly in the eye. At one point I was carelessly rolling outside our tight volunteer crowd and Mel verbally pushed me back into the line. I hadn't realized the danger of the situation, I guess. I mean, I knew it was dangerous, but wasn't as timid as I should have been. As the food was nearing its end Mel screamed out to the volunteers behind him, "Everyone get into your car-food is running out!"
And that was that, in guerilla form-as quick as we came, we single filed out of skid row leaving behind 200 people that were turned down from the shelter, fed. We left the red sirens filling the San Pedro street and headed back to the Burger King parking lot.
For every face there is a story
I was very impressed by Mel. It's really hard giving up every single Monday night for someone else let alone groups of people whom you don't personally know. It's hard being the head of a nonprofit and seeking volunteers. It's like a 24 hour job of begging people to help, lots of responsibility and accountability. I know from experience. While most of us spend our time running from responsibility and accountability some run towards it.
Prior to going, I wasn't quite sure what to expect from Mel's Monday Night Mission. This was slightly different than what I had done in the past. This was right in the streets and not in an enclosure. For Jason, my husband, this was his very first charity act, besides standing alongside me for all the ARM mayhem.
For me, I'm actually quite versed in homeless shelters. I had done a ton of volunteering when I lived in Detroit, way before my volunteering became an association with a church. I didn't even tell my parents, because I thought they would get scared. I used cook and give out food in a shelter, paint houses in low income areas and even a driver in a program for transports drug addicts to their monthly injections in clinics located in seedy areas. I actually didn't grow up being taught to volunteer or be kind with service to others. It wasn't a normal in my household, but something I searched for and was curious about. I don't think my parents ever took us to a charity or homeless shelter, but growing up I knew that was something I wanted my future kids to learn and know about. Nothing good comes from sheltering your kids from bad stuff.
I liked that Mel didn't judge those that put their hands out for food even those that potentially were not homeless. He gave without judgement.
It's easy for us to say, "well, they are addicts, lazy..." and while that may be true for some, not everyone can get out of their situation...It is not so black and white and it doesn't represent every person in the situation. Not everyone is as "fortunate" a word I use loosely because I'm not sure being given everything without struggle is fortunate.
There are multiple reasons people find themselves homeless.
For many it is a perpetual cycle. They were born into abuse, homelessness, addiction, mental disability, physical disability...an injury, an illness, a fire, or a car wreck—can send people hurtling over the edge. If your life is shit you're going to turn to drugs/alcohol to cope and that becomes your spiraling downfall. I mean, come on most of LA is on drugs or intoxicated, many of them privileged individuals that came from privileged backgrounds, to deal problems that don't match- the only difference is they have someone to bail them out and support their lifestyle.
There are reports of police from other jurisdcitions dumping their mentally ill into Skid Row because their city just isn't equipped with services to take care of their citizens. Many mentally ill swarm the streets without understanding or care. We don't want to be near anything we don't understand or are afraid of.
Five, six, seven years ago there weren’t any plans to gentrify Skid Row with condos and lofts that sell for $700,000 or more with a Grand Hotel a few blocks away. The rich don’t want the homeless to be their neighbors and so they get pushed aside.
Solutions for dealing with the homeless: arrest and jail them for any minor infraction, from littering, to public urination, to sleeping on the sidewalks. It’s a strategy that wins the applause of the business community and real estate developers. As a result of this strategy, city jails are bursting at the seams with the homeless and cannot take in any more. County services for this population have been scaled back, and charitable organizations are severely understaffed.
Veterans from Iraq and Afghanistan are finding themselves living on the streets faster than those who served in previous conflicts, including Vietnam.
Shannon, a soldier from 1957, got hit by a bus and sent his current injury spiraling down even further as he lays on the street next to another disabled man who is rolling dice with the rodents. Kenyon with spinal infections and kidney failure unable to pay her medical bills or Daniel who used to work as a manager in retail stores for nearly two decades, but after suffering herniated disk in 1998, had to have surgery and was out of work for four years. After returning to work he was diagnosed with a tumor in his back and told he could not continue working. He went from making $70,000 a year to being homeless because of a herniated disk. His career was built around walking and lifting and once that ceased he had no options. He and his daughter are homeless.
Khadijah, grew up in the streets of skid row who, along with her mother and sister, at the age of 6 began moving from Skid Row shelter to shelter. Attending 12 different schools in 12 years she is someone who appreciated and understood the value of working for her education and is now a Harvard student.
Ron Roberson, came from an abusive household, tortured, in and out of foster homes and resulting in his own addiction to crack cocaine, despair and then homeless in Skid Row where he went to die. Today is an Anchor for CNN headline news.
The problem is complex and there is no simple or quick solution.
People always tell me, "don't expect anything from people", which is true, but underneath what I do hope for is for them to want to expect more from themselves. There is so much potential wasted, with fear as the triggering culprit.
You don't have to help the homeless or rare disease cause, but give yourself to something outside yourself. It's important and you may just save someone's life, both literally and figuratively.
If more guys like Mel gathered their friends to help someone for one night rather than party...think what could be done. What Mel is doing isn't going to solve the gamut of the problem and may not save the receivers' life, but at least on that Monday night the natives know that more than 30 people are showing up with warm food, water, some clothes and showing that they are not only thankful for their own lives, but extending their gratitude by passing it along.
Mel's Monday night Mission is serving on Monday AND NOW Thursday night. For more info visit their page: Monday Night Mission
The measure of any society is how they treat their weakest element. How we do anything is how we do everything.
This is up there with one of your best posts hon
Posted by: jason hazelroth | September 19, 2011 at 05:16 PM