Some 'homeless' people make the decision not to beg but rather to trade. Stuart is no longer homeless but he offers some useful insight into street life in Bournemouth and was able to provide me with some background from his years of experience being formerly homeless in this town.
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Stuart makes a living from trading jewellery for 'donations' |
Indeed his own situation is blog-worthy purely from the point of view that it is an example of how people can find themselves homeless with curtailed options and, despite having the best-will-in-the-world to exceed, can find themselves held back by a combination of bureaucratic legislation and their own chequered past.
Stuart has decided to trade street jewellery, so determined and focused he was that he even filed for a trade licence in order to be able to price them up for honest trading purposes. His application failed because of a latent criminal record; gained when he was just 14 years old. Stuart relays that, back then, he took a firearm from a friend in order to dismantle it and safely turn it into the police the next day, but unfortunately he was intercepted in the process and since the dismantled firearm - carried in a bag - also contained pellets, it became quite a serious firearm offence. To this day the ramifications haunt him and any desire he has to become a mainstream, honest citizen.
He has tried to progress in conventional ways, like through legitimate employment. Indeed he is a qualified 'Silver Chef', however he finds that when he applies for the many posts here in Bournemouth he gets turned away for being 'over qualified'. He has now resigned himself to street trading. It's in no means a walk-in-the-park though; Stuart reports that he'd be lucky to raise just £10 per day. There's no room to rest on your laurels, he used to play the harmonica but people seemed to grow bored of that, and takings started to wane. You're only as good as your last trick it seems!
Stuart filled me in on some of Bournemouth's chequered history when it comes to homelessness provision. They apparently used to run hostels at £3 per night for the destitute, but this has been closed for over a year now. Indeed the very poster which asks people to refrain from giving directly to those in need in favour of 'outreach' fails to address the fact that a lot of the outreach program has been curtailed; it's practically been reduced to a monitoring system - keeping tabs on the local homeless only to relay details to law enforcement.
Stuart pointed out a young homeless boy who passed, heavy-laden with backpacks, as we were talking. He explained that he felt particularly sorry for the growing numbers of young homeless he has been observing in Bournemouth. Their situation is unique, in that they are not able to claim full housing benefit until the age of 18. Many of the 15 - 18 year olds will be trying to make do with a £50 per week cap on benefit, which he says is impossible to work with. Given Stuarts own experience, I ascribed authority to his opinion. I asked him whether children as young as 15 were even to be found homeless and he explained some of the ways that this occurs. For example Foster children who fail to find homes after 15, are largely left to their own devices. They have to grow up and grow up fast, there is no real safety net for them.
Stuart himself is no longer homeless - he invested years to raise the £2500 deposit needed to privately rent. He has now successfully become a private tenant with some say in his own destiny. His future now looks brighter, despite the demons from his past that fail to cease dogging his every step and who find assistance in this from the legislative and the state.
Stuart's Update, 26.8.14
I recently saw Stuart on my Bank Holiday walk-about; he was passing by looking every bit as inconspicuous as the next man; I asked him why I hadn't seen him recently on the streets trading his jewellery? He told me he'd been "up and down." On further enquiry, he revealed to me that he suffers from depression; I asked him if this began with his homelessness issues and he told me that he thinks he had always done so, since childhood, because his Mother had been disabled, confined to a wheelchair, and he consequently had been teased mercilessly in school. This had made him introvert and caused the re-occurring depression throughout his life.
It's never simple to assess, or assume, the individual set of circumstances that both challenge and form our life. One thing we should always hold in common - for our own well being and survival - is empathy and the related charity that it generates.