This tale, told through the eyes of a child, traces the journey of an American woman, dispossessed and struggling for survival through decades of poverty and homelessness. Her shining emergence from the depths of destitution, a stubborn social ill still fertile in the world’s richest country, is a lesson in resiliency and hope for all those seeking freedom from the prison of poverty.
At the time of this writing over three million American citizens have experienced homelessness at some time during a single year. Many are single-parent families and veterans. Some cities are now criminalizing their efforts to survive, criminalizing the heroic attempts of Good Samaritans who try to help these unfortunate local refugees. Various municipal authorities are even making it a crime for people to congregate en masse, specifically targeting poverty-stricken groups that draw strength from each other. Constitutional lawyers are more qualified than I to argue on the apparent violation of the civil rights of this defenseless civilian population. However, thinking citizens with common sense and basic human decency need merely reflect on the words etched in stone on a national symbol:
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free air, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
A. Rose is the penname for the author, who wishes to bring an awareness of the tragedy of homelessness to the fore of America’s consciousness. All proceeds from the sale of this book will go to charities focusing on the homeless and the defense of children.