What a dehumanizing way to talk about homeless people :/
People you know, and yourself, could become homless tomorrow. This dehumanization leads to violence against homeless people.
They’re people too and they deserve a place to be. The solution to homelessness is not just moving them to another side of town, but among other things reducing the cost of apartments and houses.
Are all Crackheads homeless?
Not necessarily, but it is often used as a derogatory word about homeless people.
Whether it’s perfectly synonymous, my point still stands about respecting the humanity of other people
Wait, no your Point just crumbled to dust.
You say he is disrespectful towards homless people because he calls them Crackheads and uses a drone to shoo them away.
But then you say you don’t even know if he really meant homless people because Crackheads are not necessarily homeless.
In fact, you just said he meant homless instead of Crackheads, and now you are angry about something you said he meant?
Most people, who call other people “crackheads” have not seen those people take drugs. They use the word because of how the other people look.
Being called a crackhead more often than not means “looks like a homeless person”.
Respect is a two-way street, though. People don’t deserve to be disrespected or dehumanized just because they’ve fallen on hard times, it could happen to any of us, after all. My respect for crackheads is about as limited for my respect for the guys jerking off to lone women on the subway, though. If the system has chewed you up so thoroughly that you need to smoke crack to get through the day, you have my sympathy Go do you, hope things get better for you. On the other hand, I’ve got effectively no sympathy for the crackheads where I used to live that would get high as hell, then shit in the staircases, get into fights with the only elevator in the building until it broke, or just sat outside all night, screaming and blasting music.
I’m a reasonably healthy younger person, so having the elevator out of commision for months at a time because of their antics was a nuisance, especially when it came time to haul groceries up to my apartment on the seventh floor, or bring my laundry down to the basement to wash it. It was outright dangerous for more elderly residents on the upper floors, who essentially became housebound, though. My mother-in-law couldn’t deal with all those steps, and there were elderly people on higher floors put at risk because paramedics couldn’t reach them nearly as quickly if they had an emergency, not to mention the challenge of bringing someone down a bunch of narrow stairs on a stretcher.
Just because they’re suffering at a given moment doesn’t give them the right to degrade everyone else’s quality of life, if not outright endanger their lives.
I agree, but we should get mad about the root of the problem, not the symptom.
We should definitely get rid of “crackheadness”, but I think we should do it by building a better system and supporting each other.
The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
The story, whether fact or fiction, talks about homeless people this way and dehumanises them.
In case you missed the reference, OP’s image suggests they’re a villain.
I guess fiction cannot ever depict bad people because their intent dehumanizes <insert marginalized people>
You just have to control the rent by buying a gun and shooting in the air every other day.
Always keep a couple crackheads. Also, make sure you filter your crackheads. You want the ones who’ll help you clean your garage for $10, not the ones who will clean out your garage for about $10 down at the pawn shop.
Promote a positive environment, help turn the crackden into a crackhome.
Fuck! That drone was just some chump? I’m telling the boys we got the block back!!
Now get a recording of a couple different gunshots and repeat the process. Problem solved!
Gotta fire some rent control rounds into the air… it’s all about #balance
I lived in a run down part of town a few houses down from a crack/coke distributor in college and once a friend locked himself out of the car. Before we could even panic someone popped out with a hanger and opened it in like 30 seconds. Crisis averted!
Also got pulled over on my own street regularly though (“you looked nervous”) and my dad almost got arrested when he was dropping off plants (cacti and flowers).
No good deed goes unpunished
