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Brittanys Story

Brittany’s Story 

“When this happens to you, you learn to appreciate the little things, like just taking a walk. Because when you become like this, you can’t just take a walk.” Says homeless youth, Brittany.

 

Brittany is one of many homeless youths in Philadelphia, she is 24 years old and her days consist solely of trying to survive.

 

Despite the days of hopelessness spent on the street, Brittany has devoted herself to keeping her goals and esteem intact. She is a devout Christian, who goes to church whenever she can. Brittany has also never done drugs or alcohol regardless of the countless accusations she receives daily, simply because she is homeless.

 

Brittany is not the stereotypical “homeless junky,” she is the victim of unfortunate circumstances that could affect anyone’s life in the same manner.

 

At the age of 5, Brittany and her two brothers were taken away from their father and mother, an alcoholic who often abused other drugs. The specifics of exactly why she was separated from her parents are still partially a mystery to Brittany.

 

“I’ve heard too many different stories from different family members, I don’t know who to trust.” Brittany says on the matter.

 

For the better half of 11 years, Brittany and her two younger brothers stayed with their great aunt in Ohio, where Brittany was abused physically, emotionally, and mentally.

 

“I don’t have a lot of memories from my past; I try to block it out,” Brittany explained. “I have more memories of the bad than I do the good…because I’ve had more bad happen to me than good.” Brittany says with striking honesty.

 

Around the age of 12, Brittany’s mother regained custody of her and her brothers and brought them back to their home state of Kentucky. While back in her mother’s care Brittany’s tumultuous journey of homelessness began.

 

“We stayed in tents, a van…” Brittany goes on describing the painful days and nights of her past and where she had spent them.

 

But once Brittany was 18 years old, she had had enough. Brittany got a job and built a makeshift family of her own with her long-time on and off again boyfriend and his 3 children. Still hardly surviving and struggling in cruel grasp of poverty, the two of them together could barely make ends meet, but they did.

 

Until Brittany’s dad got cancer. She had been seeing her father secretly over the years whenever she could. She has always considered herself a “daddy’s girl,” despite the overwhelming dysfunction of her family.

 

“He liked to junk.” Brittany said with an air of nostalgia, “He would go around to trash cans and take the junk and bring it to the junkyard. And he had lung cancer from smoking that spread to his mouth, tongue, and throat.”

 

With no cancer centers in Kentucky, Brittany and her father came to Camden, NJ to seek treatment at Cooper University Hospital. But unfortunately, he died shortly after seeking care and entering hospice.

 

Her father’s death left Brittany destitute in Philadelphia with only thirty days to pay the rent for an apartment her father had rented during their stay, or to get out. Unable to make the rent, Brittany was stranded on the streets of Philadelphia where she has been ever since.

 

Even though her traumatic life has left its scars, Brittany still has hopes and plans for the future. Her goal is to earn her G.E.D and one-day help deliver babies, living her life to its fullest potential.

 

“I can get over this,” she says with the utmost bravery, “I can get over panhandling and the insults, I can forget this.”

 

Currently, Brittany is spending her days on a street corner in center city, hoping to make enough money panhandling to stay in a motel in Camden, NJ where she spends her luckier nights, and hopefully something to eat as well.

 

Brittany is waiting to hear if she has been approved for food stamps and hopefully housing also within the next few months.

 

 

What Women Need

Women’s wage inequality is an issue that should not be on the rise.

Gender inequality in the work place is a sensitive issue that requires more attention from individuals and the media as a whole. Continue reading “What Women Need”

Buddhism’s Deep Morals

Buddhism, it is a religion that sprouted nearly over-night and is based on one man. This man was re-named: Buddha. Buddha was no different from any other man; except for he was “awake”.  Based on their beliefs and practices, Buddhism is a religion for people who do not need the comfort of a solid answer to the question, “what happens after we are dead?”, because Buddhists are in heaven on Earth. Continue reading “Buddhism’s Deep Morals”

I Don’t Want to Be Here Pt. I

It was hot as hell in the car on our way back to my mom’s apartment. Her cars never had air conditioning. We used “ghetto air-conditioning,” plastic water bottles between our legs.

We fell into our chairs in the living room, exhausted but ready to go.

“So…what to want to know about?” she asked slyly.

I told her I wanted to know about her experience being homeless as essentially a little girl.

Michelle had been living in Willingboro, NJ for only a few years before she became a homeless youth in the late 1970’s.

Michelle’s adolescence was tumultuous due to an incredibly drastic change in life style at such a young age. Continue reading “I Don’t Want to Be Here Pt. I”

“Don’t Worry, You Won’t Miss it”

I’ve been smoking cigarettes for about fourteen years. I always told myself, I’ll quit when I’m 18, 21, 22, 23, etcetera. You know how it goes.

I’m 26 years old now with chronic bronchitis, asthma, and re-occurring lung infections. I figured it was time to quit. I decided to try hypnotism for this.

Now, don’t judge me just yet, I am just as skeptical about hypnosis as the next guy, just more desperate.

Quitting cigarettes is not like quitting drugs. You cannot hide from cigarettes. You cannot delete convenience stores from your phone. You don’t cut-off your smoker friends. Your friends who smoke cigarettes aren’t robbing you or breaking the law. Continue reading ““Don’t Worry, You Won’t Miss it””

“Best Friends for Death”

I had been in the bathroom for quite a while at my parents after the party. “Are you alright?” my sister said so blithely. I had fallen into the bathtub fully clothed and replied, “I’m fine!” She opened the door and as I sat up, blood poured from my head, down my face and into my mouth.

You see, my Aunt Jippy throws good parties. It was her 50th birthday party that night, and I had a blast with my family just eating, drinking, and dancing to Frank Sinatra covers. Very atypical for me.

As soon as I got back to my apartment, I called my best friend, Gabrielle Thora Sweder. I left her a slurred yet detailed voicemail about my escapade of the night and compared it to one we had together in the past. Continue reading ““Best Friends for Death””

“Eighteen Months Face Down, Covered in Glass”

Eighteen Months Face Down, Covered in Glass

My mother, Michelle K. Robinson was born in April of 1960, six years after segregation in public schools was declared unconstitutional and a violation of the 14th amendment. In 1974, in South Boston Massachusetts, my mother survived the Boston Bus Riots, a postscript to Brown vs. Board of Education ruling.

The sky was grey on a Tuesday morning when I opened the side door to my parents’ apartment; it was left open for me. I was there to interview my mother.

As I slunk through the morning kitchen heavy with the scent of coffee and dishes, my mother warmly shushed from the other room, “I hear you over there.” I settled down in the living room, dropping my jacket and bags on the floor and sitting cross-legged on a big, pink, and welcoming floor pillow. With a cup of black coffee and the record button pressed down on the phone in my hands, we began.

“We were always afraid that they were going to tip the bus over, and the only thing that stopped us from being afraid of that was the fact they were lined up on both sides,” Michelle rolled her eyes, exhaled deeply and lit her cigarette.

The Boston Bus Riots phenomena was the retaliation of Irish South Boston Residents in response to the court ordered busing of students from predominantly white to predominantly Black Boston schools and vice versa. Federal District Court Judge W. Arthur Garrity put this in place during the summer of 1974. Continue reading ““Eighteen Months Face Down, Covered in Glass””

Orlando Shooting Attacks LGBT Community

Early morning Sunday, June 12, 2016, a gay night club in Orlando, FL. Pulse was heinously attacked by Omar Mateen, identified by the Orlando police.

The 29-year-old Mateen, born AMERICAN (born in New York), called the 911 himself, proclaiming his “allegiance” to ISIS, currently the world’s most dangerous terrorist group.

Here in Philadelphia, our Gay Pride Parade was covered in a dark malice. But we marched on in honor of the members of our community with beauty and rage.

There will be a candlelight vigil held tonight, Monday June 13th, at the Philadelphia City Hall at 6:30pm.

According to NPR News, Mateen held-up dozens of hostages in the bathroom of the Pulse gay nightclub.

Orlando Police busted a hole in the bathroom wall, what I will call Mateens personal glory hole. Continue reading “Orlando Shooting Attacks LGBT Community”

“I Just Want to See Alice Coopers Face”

Late in the night on a Thursday in Tennessee, the stars were clear and I was on the prowl. It was the summer of 2012 at the Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival when I fell in love.

It is about a 14 to 15-hour drive to Tennessee from Philadelphia. It is a long and arduous highway riddled ride.

However, there are not many distances young people won’t travel go for good music, food, drugs, and beer. Continue reading ““I Just Want to See Alice Coopers Face””