Dreams of a lego spaceman...

This is the official page of author Duane Gundrum. It is also the portal for the comic strip The Adventures of Stickman and the Unemployed Legospaceman.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

I left my heart in Bollywood

Okay, this came out of nowhere, but I had to share it with you. I was contacted out of the blue by a somewhat infamous Bollywood director who is working on an avant garde film project. He had actually seen one of my plays a very long time ago (I won't even get into the implausibility of someone remembering a play from that long ago AND remembering the name of the author). Anyway, the play is one that Christie probably knows because she actually performed it with me during Forensics. It's called "Girls" and it is about a man who has undergone an experimental treatment to cure violent tendencies (he just happened to be a child abuser in prison for multiple crimes of that nature). Anyway, once cured, he is being released after his time has been completed in prison. One of his young victims decides that he never got the justice he deserved so tracks him down, picks him up in a bar, and plans to finish him off to pay him back for the secluded life she left him with, where she has been scared of interacting with other people for the last twenty years. Anyway, dark subject....

So, I was asked if I could turn this play into a screen play for a short bit in a larger Bollywood film. So, I did. And now it's in their hands. Because it's one of those experimental projects, I'll probably get mostly screen credit as payment, but it was something that took me a few hours, so it's not like there's a big loss.

Anyway, just thought I would share that now I'm going to be a big Bollywood writer. hehe

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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Article published in Artifact now online for viewing

A copy of the issue of Artifact where Buried Memories was published is now online. You can see it here. This is the short story that won the Charles Clerc Award this year.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

One of those things writers REALLY hate is now crossing over to programmers

I was reading some advertisements for programming needs (people wanting to hire programmers), and I have to quote the exact wording (sorry if this is YOUR ad, but honestly, there's no excuse):

I have a great yet simple idea for an iphone app but dont have the time to learn how to develop an app with the iphone sdk.
If you are well versed with the iphone sdk, maybe you can help. I am willing to split the proceeds from the sale of the app, which I plan to sell for $2.99. 60% me 40% you.


Believe it or not, this is something the writing community has been plagued with for as long as there has been a writing community. I remember getting my first query from some "wannabe writer" who basically found out I was a writer and immediately had to say: "I have this great idea for a science fiction novel. Why don't I tell you the idea, you write the novel, and then we'll split the profit?" Now, think about that for a second. Is that really worth it to a writer? Do people honestly believe most dedicated writers don't have so many ideas already that they just don't have the time to write them out? I know that I have so many projects on the back burner that I will probably die long before I get to most of them. I certainly don't need Cousin Larry's "great idea" about a houseboat that can fly and has feelings.

That's what I'm starting to notice with the programmer gigs. Honestly, someone has a quirk of an idea and then wants a programmer to make it happen. And then like the quote I just included, the "idea guy" thinks he deserves 60 percent of the profit for having the idea. Honestly, who in the world would sign on for a stupid deal like that? Nobody. Except someone who has no ideas whatsoever, and if that person exists, he probably has very little programming skill available as well. It's different when it's a company that wants you to write code; that's an actual job with benefits. Some random guy with an idea is not a business executive making corporate decisions. It's some random guy with an idea who is too lazy to learn how to code for himself.

Part of what makes this so funny is that these people actually believe that the idea is all that is necessary without realizing how difficult it is to actually write a novel or to program an application to its fullest extent. The idea is often the easiest part. If you don't program or don't write, you'll probably never know that, which is why so many of them find they can't link up with the "right" people to do the job they want done for them.

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Friday, June 19, 2009

Why we'll never get health care reform in the USA

Right now, people are somewhat talking about health care in the United States. I mean, they're talking about it, even though they're probably not going to do anything about it. Really. In case you haven't figured it out, that's how politics works in the United States. We talk about things. We get outraged at things. And then we realize how hard it is to change the thing we're outraged about. So then we get indignant. And then we hear about something ELSE that gets us talking, outraged and then indignant, subsequently forgetting about the thing that we were first talking about. In case people don't realize it, and they do, but they just don't want to talk about it, we talked about, were outraged and then indignant about health care several times before we forgot about it and moved onto other things, like wars overseas, genocide in Somalia, anger about puppies being slaughtered and then outrage at how the Chinese may have cheated in the Olympics. And then we forgot all about all of these things and then started talking about John and Kate (whoever they are) and who might win American Idol this time around.

Paul Begala, a Democratic strategist and CNN political hack, has an article about how we're outraged but no one is covering it. Well, they are covering it, but the problem is not involved in the coverage, but how it requires television to cover it, and honestly, talking about health care is boring to news people on television. If there's no fire to show pictures of, it turns into a bunch of talking heads complaining, and while that might get people going for a few hours on Fox News, the rest of the country turns that sort of thing off. While Fox News may like to talk about their great news ratings, even the BEST news ratings pales in comparison to the WB's worst prime time programming (okay, think they're calling themselves the CW now...hard to keep up with a TV station that has no one watching it).

So is this going to be a problem for health care? Of course it is. No one is covering it because it's not a great television story. If it's not a great television story, they can't guarantee news ratings. And if that's the case, don't expect to hear much about now. Now if some senator had an affair with a porn star, THAT'S news. But have that same senator talk about some common person in New Jersey who can't afford to have health care, and the rest of the country starts yawning before turning to some world wresting smackdown with big buff guys yelling at each other before they go to a commercial that sells us products to enhance our genitalia or grow back the missing hair on our scalp.

America is in dire need of health care reform. And not some fix it that doesn't fix anything but moves some money from insurance companies to congress members' pockets. The system has been broke for a very long time, and as long as we have to rely on the current form of media coverage, it's going to continue to break even further. The tough choices to be made won't be made because the people who need to make those choices have more to gain by doing nothing (they actually get reelected for doing nothing) than doing something (the other guys will knock them out of office if ANY chance is taken because the spin is always easier than trying to explain complex economics to the general voting public).

So, don't expect any solutions any time soon. Expect lots of bluster and lots of talking about the issues by people who won't do anything to change anything. Expect some legislation that pretends to do something big and may even be named THE HEALTH CARE SOLUTION but actually does nothing. Unfortunately, we here in the United States are not very good at reading the fine print. We're not very good at reading the actual print either. We're just good at believing we're making a difference by talking about and complaining about things.

Like I just did. Expect the solution to be as solvent as my article. It feels good to say it, but it still won't get us anywhere. But then, I'm not an elected leader. I'm just some kid with a computer.

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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Iran is like Russia in 1991 all over again...or is that China in Tiannamen Square

I use Facebook and Twitter. They're both innocuous programs that do their thing, but I never really give them more than a second thought. Well, right now in Iran, Twitter and Facebook appear to be the on the forefront of what could very be the start of that country's next revolution. Granted, the chances of a revolution actually happening there right now are slim, but stranger things have happened in history. When the US was funding the Shah of Iran, we had no idea there was a revolution coming around the corner either. That's the thing with revolutions; no one ever knows they're going to happen until they're already underway or practically over. Then, the people who didn't suspect it end up being the guys running from peasants with pitchforks and torches. The erudite people on the sidelines laugh and talk about how they saw it coming long ago, although they didn't really start talking about it until the revolution came and gone. Erudites are like that a lot. I'm surprised more peasants don't run them out of town, too.

Anyway, the people of Iran right now are protesting alleged irregularities of an election that just took place. Ahmadenijad claimed victory, but then so did Mousavi. The difference is: Ahmadenijad has the support of the ayatollahs and clerics, and Mousavi is seen by them as a risk. The people are very much behind Mousavi, and they're getting pissed that it feels like the election was stolen (they're claiming Ahmadenijad received 2/3's of the vote to 1/3 for Mousavi). The numbers just aren't adding up for them.

The Iranian government has now responded by cutting off contact with all western journalists, sending in shock troops to raid anyone that might dare to protest or support anyone who is not considered an insider, and universities are being invaded by soldiers/police as well.

Strangely enough, the only signals getting out from the protesters are through Twitter and Facebook. Facebook is being shut down in most cases, but people are still succeeding in communicating revolutionary thought and actions through Twitter. Those of us in the west who have given up on Twitter as an Entertainment Tonight sort of information service are starting to realize that quite often, the revolution is broadcast through the least expected method and technology. In the 1991 August Coup in the Soviet Union, Yeltsin's message was transmitted to the population through copy machines and fax machines, even though the government had control of the "real" avenues of message distribution. That "old technology" managed to take down the empire while it was trying to force its control over the masses like so many previous revolutionary leaders had done before in the past. And don't get me started on the Chinese of Tiannamen Square fame; perhaps their biggest mistake was that they didn't have a process of dissemination that was not completely controlled by the Communist state system.

But right now, revolution is on the cusp of taking place in Iran. It's unfortunate that the USA cannot support them without derailing the revolution itself; we still have a horrible reputation in that country for what we did in the 1950s, so this is one revolution those young people are going to have to fight for themselves, and then if they succeed, we can offer them all of the support they might need and want.

Or the revolution may die where it started. That's the interesting thing about these types of events. We have no way of truly knowing what is going to happen because we cannot predict the future like some Hari Seldon psychohistorian of Asimovian design. Instead, we have to let things play out and hope that we can respond with the best intentions, doing what's right rather than what we think might give us the upper hand. Part of the US's problem in the world today is that we have often pursued the latter rather than the former; that's what got us into the problem with Iran in the first place, by supporting the Shah because we thought it would give us the upper hand rather than support the idea of democracy for the people, something that makes more sense for a country that stands on ideals and beliefs of freedom for all.

So who knows what will happen tomorrow? All we can do is help pick up the trash and hope we do it right.

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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Observations on Race, Racism, Ethnicity and Racial/Ethnic Identity

Having recently returned from South Korea, I would like to say for the record that that county is, in my opinion, one that has never gotten over the idea that diversity is something to be cherished rather than avoided. Most of the population is Asian, and most of that population is most definitely Korean. The only difference seen is what can be chalked up to the "foreigner" element. Foreigners are present in the country mainly for business, and every now and then that foreign element marries into the Korean population. And that's kind of where things start to get really murky.

First off, I'd like to focus on the foreigner population that is there for business as its main purpose. Twenty or so years ago, a foreigner in Korea was seen as a cherished encounter. Little kids would run up to the "wayguk" and follow him or her, often touching the person over and over, much to the befuddlement of the foreigner himself or herself. Strangers would walk up to that foreigner and attempt to speak English, to show that the language was learned at some time in the past. Other old timers would smile and speak Korean to the foreigner, often trying to engage in some kind of hand gestures that indicated that there was some comraderie that might exist between them.

Fast-forward a couple of decades, and you'll find some of those artifacts still in the Korean repertoire, but you'll also find a segment of the population that has grown tired of foreigners, often picking fights with foreigners and then blaming those foreigners for "not understanding Korean culture". Quite a few legal cases here in Korea are decided against foreigners based on that factor alone. Not too long ago, a Samsung crane barge collided with a Hong Kong cargo ship the Heibi Spirit, causing a massive oil spill. The Samsung crane barge was the initiator of the disaster, but a Korean court decided that Samsung was not the guilty party, and the blame was laid on the victims of the actual accident. Subsequent responses to the court case were met with several accusations of "not understanding Korean culture."

Another one of those misunderstandings: Women. Apparently, foreigners don't understand Korean customs either. Quite often, a Korean male will become lustful towards a foreign female and do innocent little things like invade her home and try to have sex with her without her permission. When that woman goes to the police, she is often told that she just doesn't understand Korean custom. Well, they're right because recently there have been a few major cases where a woman has been sued by a major company because she breached her contract by having the crap beaten out of her by her boyfriend. This happened just a few days ago to an actress who committed suicide because she was upset over some insignificant little thing; apparently her representation management felt that she needed to sleep with every man they set her up with because that's part of Korean entertainment culture. To add insult to injury, the company that hired her as spokesperson sued her and won when they discovered she was seriously beaten by her estranged boyfriend. See, even the Korean women don't understand Korean culture.

But I could talk bad about Korea all day, and believe it or not, that's not what this post is about Instead, I wanted to talk about race itself. And it has very little to do with Korea. Korea just opened my eyes to focus on this sort of thing.

When I returned home last week, I started focusing a lot more on the differences between people. To start, I moved to Oakland, and in case you grew up in a cave, in Michigan, you can't go two feet in Oakland without realizing that this is a place that is a powder keg just waiting to go off. Oh, people deny that and go on with their daily lives, while walking quickly down some streets and running down others, knowing not to make eye contact with the regulars.

There's a huge racial and ethnic divide in Oakland and surrounding areas that seems really sad, mainly because most of us here all have the shared identity as Americans, or US residents/citizens. You would think that would mean something, but it only really means anything when you're faced with the dichotomy outside of the US environment. It's really bizarre when you think about it.

Let me explain. When I was in the service, the people who served with me represented all demographics that exist in the USA. Blacks, Caucasians, Asians, Hispanics, and any other ethnicity that comes to mind all served together as part of a bigger picture. Sure, in some units there were problems when the commanders didn't understand that they needed to teach that the unit was more important than shared other identities. I can tell you a couple of stories of a couple of infantry and engineer units I was in where it felt more like a prison population with separations of skinheads, African-Americans and Latinos meaning more than anything else. And then in other units, the idea of race and ethnicity meant nothing to anyone but an afterthought. Quite often, the leadership made the difference in how people perceived themselves. People never really figure these sorts of things out.

It's no different here in Oakland. Really. The leadership here is what makes the differences what they are. Whenever a person runs on a platform of race or ethnicity, that automatically sets up a dynamic that is going to transpose itself on the population itself. I'm reminded of the TV show, The Wire, where a white politician decides to run for mayor of Baltimore against an incumbent black mayor. He does it by pitting another African-American against him and ends up splitting the black vote. Although the show is fiction, it is a strong representation of some of the forces that really do work in politics in this country. There are places in this country where no white person can ever run for office and other places where no one of any ethnicity but white can ever achieve an elected position. And that's just sad.

As I've been taking the bus around town a lot these days, I find myself within the same company of a lot of people who don't look or sound like me. And unfortunately, this is not what the founding fathers wanted when they were hoping for a melting pot. What you discover in this kind of situation is that people who identify as something other than you tend to avoid you or see you as an adversary. Taking the bus in Oakland is interesting in the very idea that someone who may be open to race and ethnicity may also be taking his or her life into his own hands because not everyone else feels the same way. I was in a McDonald's yesterday reading the newspaper when I turned to a group of older black gentlemen behind me and asked them if they wanted my newspaper as I was leaving. This led to a friendly conversation between me and the four of them that stretched on for about five or ten minutes. We parted in a friendly manner, and as I was leaving, a younger black man who was sitting at the next table wandered over to them and said to the other men in an almost challenging way, "Who was that asshole?"

This is part of the problem I think that has plagued most forward thinkers. For those of us who have done higher education and the graduate school route, when you encounter someone from a marginalized demographic that you would not normally encounter in daily life there is no problem seeing that person as another equal person who contributes to the educational discourse. But outside of that environment, you're constantly encountering people who never learned to "play well with others" and when you end up trying to treat someone in a fair, friendly way, that doesn't always achieve positive results. In some cases, it can get you killed.

And that's the problem with where we are with race and ethnicity in the 21st century. The bigger part of the problem is that we're trained to not acknowledge it. We put things into categorical boxes like partisan behavior and pretend that these sorts of things don't happen. The Democratic Party is a good example of this. They are the party that incorporates the most of the previously marginalized, disenfranchised voters, but at the same time that party doesn't do a very good job of bringing people up to a common ground but instead takes great pains to contribute to the separate but equal placement we maintain between these entities. Again, we don't acknowledge this, but like in Lani Guinere's Tyranny of the Majority, she points out that a different kind of perspective is needed to move the races and ethnicities forward, but unfortunately the people who benefit from these differences, like old style Civil Rights leaders, also benefit from keeping those differences present. That's a problem that the Martin Luther King, Jr's never envisioned: What do you do with the civil rights organizations when you start to achieve equality, and even more important, how do you keep the identity of difference from overwhelming the organization so that it doesn't become a badge of honor rather than a bridge to cross? And that's the real problem. As long as someone has something to gain from separating races and ethnicities, what chance do we have of those same people casting off the cloak of power that their organizing brought about? It's similar to the whole communism in reality argument. Sure, communism sounds like a great idea, but how do you strip the state from the skeleton once you achieve the destruction of capitalism? You can't because those who put all their marbles in that game aren't capable of taking their marbles and claiming victory.

So, having returned home, I find myself in the middle of so many different people, and I want to stand up and shout how happy I am that I can embrace the idea of diversity with so many people. But I'm afraid to do so because if I make that much noise, someone's going to see me and probably kill me for speaking out in public in the middle of a crowd of people who are different than me.

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Saturday, June 06, 2009

Moving into the memory of the one who got away

I've been having a really weird time lately. I moved in with a friend who is letting me stay with her until I get back on my feet (find another place...find another job), and that's cool. The problem is that she lives very, very close to where I once lived when I was seriously devoted to another woman. This woman was THE woman, and I was going to pretty much be spending the rest of my life with her. It's been about a decade now since we went separate ways, and I'll be honest that I never got over it.

Unfortunately, I'm now in the exact same location where I was ten years ago. I was at Grand Avenue today getting something to eat, and I realized I was in our old neck of the woods. I kept expecting her to just show up. Almost every woman that walked by seemed like it was her. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't even live there anymore.

I then walked down to the lake and sat by the water on one of the benches, drinking a soda. It was a beautiful day. And then I watched the people walk by and jog by. This was where we used to walk, every day. We walked around the lake every day and all I could think was this was the place, and she was probably going to be coming around the bend at any moment.

But she never did. Instead, it was just me and my soda. And lots of strangers.

I'm not sure I like where I'm located right now.

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Customers Get in Our Way of Business....

Living Situation
Since being back in the states, I've been living with a friend in Oakland. It's an okay situation, but at the same time I'm highly allergic to cats, and she has two cats (plus two others that hang out outside of the house). For some reason, animals really like me, and they jump up on my lap and want to hug me and rub against me and just be all kitten-like with me, and that's cool. But I'm highly allergic to them. So that doesn't go very well. I've been getting really sick, so I might have to find my own apartment sooner than I was planning.

Wifi...or why I am starting to hate younger people in trendy businesses
One of the things I find myself needing since being back is wifi. In Korea, it was everywhere, and finding it was not much of a chore. Here, in the states, it's become a consumer product so companies do everything they can to charge you for it. The old "go to Starbucks" for wifi doesn't seem to be the norm anymore. I've walked into a couple of Starbucks, and they just don't have it.

A Peet's Coffee Shop is located close to where I live, and I decided to go there because they advertise wifi on their window. I went in and decided to order a vanilla bean frappucino with carmel, and I really felt bad because I was making this poor employee guy actually break his routine of reading some magazine he was reading behind the counter. With his tiny goatee and $700 "I'm a rebel" haircut, he stared at me as if I was some piece of garbage that accidentally rolled in through the door. When I ordered, he sighed. Yeah, he actually did. It was like he was going way out of his way in order to serve me. I was friendly and polite the whole time, and that just seemed to make him into even more of an asshole.

When I finally set up my laptop to write, I tried to access the wifi, and of course, you need a password to do it. So I had to go back to Mr. Special and ask him for a password. Without speaking to me, because I was so obviously beneath him, he printed something out on the cash register, without looking at it, and without even looking at me, he handed me the paper without ever making eye contact. That's how I got wifi access at Peet's Coffee.

Trying to find a job
It's not been easy. I really need a job soon, and I can't seem to find a line on any. I apply and apply, but I get generic responses, if I get a response at all. This does not bode well for the future.

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Monday, June 01, 2009

Current status of me (Back in the US, back in the US, back in the USSA!)

It's been a while since I wrote after I mentioned that I was going to be leaving South Korea. Things were really bad, and I wasn't going to continue going down that path anymore. At some point, you have to step up and do something about things, or you have no excuse to complain. I took my own advice, and I'm home now.

I thought I'd take a few moments to talk about the journey back. As I was getting ready to go home (the day before), my old boss tried contacting me by cell phone, telling me that I can't leave because the new boss will eventually pay me. Eventually. Kind of like he was going to eventually pay me. Even though he never did. I said, okay, and continued my preparations for going back to the USA.

The night before leaving, I was in the Seoul Incheon Airport, and I purchased a private room in the sauna they have in the basement of the airport. My plan was to get some sleep for the night before leaving in the morning. Unfortunately, my spidey senses were activated all night, and it was hard to get any sleep. Plus, the place was noisier than I thought it would be, and the room across from me kept turning the lights on and off, which kept waking me up from any potential slumber. So, I didn't get any sleep. But oh well.

The next day, I flew out of Seoul to Beijing. It was a pretty short flight. I had a four hour layover in Beijing, which was a good thing because my arrival started a drama that appeared like it was never going to end. I take medication, and for some reason that medication activated the "drug dealer" sensors on the Chinese drug detection equipment. So, I was escorted to another room where they kept running my bags of medication (Koreans put your medication in daily bags for your "convenience" rather than put the stuff in bottles like in the states). So, they kept running this slip of paper over my bags and then running it into the detection machine, and each time this big yellow light would go off, with a big, fun buzzer that indicated that I was definitely a Colombian drug lord trying to sneak through China for some drug deal in Vietnam or wherever it is Colombian drug lords do business these days (I stopped reading the memos from Colombian Drug Lord Headquarters some time ago). So, the interrogation continued. So after a couple of hours of waterboarding, they realized why I wasn't revealing what I knew: I didn't understand Chinese. Yeah, no one spoke English, nor Spanish, nor German, nor Japanese, nor Korean, so I was limited to making hand puppets and trying to convince them that my little pinky was a drug-free shadow representation. After a while of this, I started going through the chain of command of Chinese interrogation officials. In the beginning, I dealt with some guys that were obviously way low on the chain of command, because they had very little bit of information on their epaulets. Then each new person had more stuff on his or hers. Finally, I think I was dealing with the General of the Chinese Army, because everyone else in the place seemed to think he was the most important person who ever lived. As all of my stuff was laid out on his assistant's desk, I decided I was going to take a new tactic in this drama: I was going to make his assistant my very best friend. So I started talking to him, saying all sorts of friendly things. I looked up at the room to realize how unique the architecture was, and I indicated that I had never seen anything like it before. He took great pleasure in trying to tell me in broken English how the building was constructed, and that it was one in three great buildings. For the record, it was actually pretty impressive. And during our half hour conversation, he finally asked me what I did for a living. So I said I was a teacher, and I made a gesture to show that I taught little kids. He smiled and then went back to his paperwork. When the big boss came back in, the assistant turned to him and started speaking to him in rapid Chinese (I assume it was Chinese, although for the record it could have been Klingon and I wouldn't have known the difference). It was quite an animated conversation. Then I saw my new friend make the same gesture I did to show that I taught little kids. The big boss stopped talking for a second, turned and looked at me and then said, "You are through here. Thank you. Go to your flight." And then I was released into the waiting area for the next two hours to wait for my flight to San Francisco.

The flight back was pretty uneventful. I sat next to a Chinese woman who was immigrating to the United States. She asked me whether she should choose to live in San Francisco, Los Angeles, or New Jersey. Yeah, New Jersey. I thought about her options. Los Angeles, even though it's where I grew up, existed in my memory because during the Rodney King riots the African-American population targeted the Korean-American population to kill them. I thought that's probably not where they should go. As for New Jersey...the only thing I knew about New Jersey was that was where Tony Soprano and his gang worked. So, I didn't think that was a good idea. I love San Francisco, and I think it is one of those places where everyone can fit in, no matter how hard you try not to. So I said there. She seemed to be leaning towards Los Angeles, but I gave my two cents.

Since being back, I've been looking for both a place to stay and a job. Neither is secured yet. I'm foolishly spending money I don't have to spend, but I'm home, and that is a true sign of being a real American, isn't it?

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Where Do They Go From Here?

L.A. County raids homeless camp under 10 Freeway

Okay, the article is pretty simple. LA County has invaded a homeless camp that is under one of their freeways. The point of the article indicates that Caltrans has been having trouble keeping the homeless out of the area, so the police raided it, and they're attempting to keep the homeless from returning to that particular area.

This is one of those things that often bothers me, as I'm apt to want to discuss the homeless and poverty, two similar issues that are often treated as targets of the day issues that quickly go away when the media has a more pressing story, like a wardrobe malfunction or a Britney Spears meltdown of some sorts.

This is the sort of thing that always fascinates me because once they clear this sort of place out and have no intentions of offering them alternative housing, which you know they won't, where do they go? What are they supposed to do now? These are the castoffs of human society who found a place where society didn't have to concern themselves with them. Now, they don't even have that. So, what's next? City and county programs have less and less money to house these people or to even offer them the medical and psychological help they probably need. Police are only interested in moving them along. City officials care nothing about them because they rarely participate as voters and have no political clout whatsoever. Charities have enough trouble meeting their own ends right now that they can't afford a new demographic to have to take care of.

So, after we "clean it up", what happens to them next? Do they become criminals and then become part of the criminal justice system? Do they give up on everything and commit suicide, so hopefully they are no longer on anyone's radar to have to take care of? Do they join the homeless on the streets, begging for money on corners and in train stations? Even more important: Does anyone even care?

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