Dear Family and Friends,
Carl Davis makes me nervous. Asking a homeless guy if he’s a hustler doesn’t happen everyday. But, I wanted to know. After all, he might be one of the best hustlers on the streets of “Are you a hustler?” I ask.
After all, he might be one of the best hustlers on the streets of
“Are you a hustler?” I ask.
“You know what a hustler is?” he says. “They’re the guys that ask a few bucks from everybody, line up 30 or 40 dollars and buy crack with it.
Then, they’ll try and bum a cigarette the next day.”
Carl and I are on the steps of
He’s been homeless on and off since 1981. The father of six is “ashamed.” “I don’t want them to see me,” he says.
He also hasn’t seen a mental health professional in four years. It’s early morning now, and the voices haven’t started yet, he says.
We talked openly about the mental health struggles he’s had. “I see monsters,” he says. “They try to get me.”
Voices tell him to jump in the
He tells me that the drugs made him groggy and that
Twenty-six psychiatrists are registered in
Psychiatric beds are down more than 80 percent. The mentally ill homeless picked up tend to be taken to jail by the NOPD. It’s out of necessity, not malice. There is nowhere to put them, the police department says.
Some people say the earth is not a cold, dead place. But we do forget people.
Carl Davis is 54. He was a pipe-fitter, has a great smile and better demeanor.
Don’t forget him.
We Americans have forgotten enough people post-Katrina in serious need of help with their mental health. It’s a crisis. More psychiatrists/psychologists/crisis counselors, etc. are needed here.
Write your Senators and Congressmen.
It’s a crisis. More psychiatrists/psychologists/crisis counselors, etc. are needed here.