I Don't Know

So Patricia was found yesterday, I guess about 5pm. I wrote about it later on that night. This morning at a homeless breakfast, word had already gotten out about Patricia. Homeless people in Nashville don't read my blog. So they found out another way. It's amazing the homeless rumor mill. Faster than lightning, and 99% inaccurate. Someone asked me if it was true, about Patricia, that she was murdered. I told him no, that she committed suicide. Then when I got back to my apartment that afternoon, I asked someone, who might know, about it. And sure enough, there's a possibility that someone killed her and tried to make it look like suicide.

I am depressed, and now angry, about all this mess. I can't sleep, haven't slept since yesterday. This particular apartment building is not secure, and yet management sends people out here who are less than stable - instead of to another of this company's facilities that provides more supervision. Most homeless people are good, decent, albeit messed up folks. But it only takes one or two unstable, crack smoking, mentally ill people to ruin things.

I'm tired. I'm tired of society, including the police, treating homeless people as criminals just because they are homeless - and thus will not provide protection to the homeless like they would for any other group of people.

It's time for society to separate the wheat from the chaff of the homeless population - and not lump all homeless people together under one definition, or into one facility.