Smells Like Team Spirit
A Song About Housing and Homelessness
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Despair and bitter humor in the mountains that civilization forgot; Punitive nit-picking by ninnies, and the choler of being late to the party.
The forum,
a small-town affair yet symbolic of our national humor, was organized by two women, one with extensive experience in this space, and one who dabbled. One was determined to have an impact, while the other was delighted to be in the thick of things. One had very earnest, concrete ideas, while the other believed that a dialogue ‘in the humor of spring’ so to speak, was impactful in itself. The buildup to the meeting was more than extensive. After a couple of busy years of studies and panels and meetings and networking, which itself followed some twenty years of advocacy by a local community leader, the city had invested in a consulting company to develop a housing strategy. All within the context of the provincial and national dialogue on housing, that buzzing, meeting and researching was the wake of something gone by, in which was our semi-earnest summit.
My colleague, the experienced one, knew of my misgivings when she asked me to attend and speak at it.
“You’re not sanguine about this meeting, are you?” she said at the time.
“I assure you my liver is entirely bloody on it,” I said, “It’s my heart, brain, gall bladder, stomach and spleen that are phlegmatic.”
She would mention this because I had spent most of last year advocating some very practical solutions to the housing crisis. Such meetings, in my view, were only offered to pretend that people have had input when decisions had already been made.
The impending housing strategy, for example, represents decisions like that. The year before, the city held an open house to display its vision for the downtown core, involving a storefront theme, and various types of mixed housing. There was nothing to do with the housing crisis, but a vision was in place. Just before the contract for the housing strategy was announced and awarded last September, the city held a survey which polled respondents on various types of housing options. Also nothing to do with the ongoing crisis, but there was a vision in place.
The other meeting organizer emailed me, informing that we were not meeting to blame people, but to “celebrate what has been done up to this point”. I haven’t been so choleric but could hardly feel celebratory when one of my clients could die at any moment in a motel room, for lack of other options. Several clients were sleeping outside while we celebrated, while others were traumatized by the threat of their children being homeless. It was an ironic pre-emptive narration, since the ‘bottom line’ response to proposed solutions was that nothing would happen that was not supported by City Hall.
I said to her, “Look Dolores Umbridge, I’m not saying I am misanthropic, but if one more person tells me I’m negative, I will call upon Zeus, himself, and have you all swept from the earth.”
Clients of homeless outreach are in varying stages of what you might call ‘housing decay’, which is not that their houses are falling apart but, just that housing in general is in a state of decay.
“With a rental vacancy rate of 2.3%, there is ample availability, but cost barriers prevent low-income households from accessing suitable accommodation, and there is growing mismatch between what is available, and what is suitable.” Housing Needs Assessment, 2018.
Such clients are those who could not outrun the dissolution, snapshots of crisis who somehow avoid the spotlight. Highsmith, a single mother in her thirties, stuck it out in a subsidized housing unit for about as long as she could but is now in a temporary run-down old house, hoping that new options will come up. Mailer is not old but has COPD and was given six months to live- in October. Humbert is a hustler with a list of chronic conditions. He and his wife could no longer afford their moldy trailer. Along with statistics about homelessness, I carried these clients, and more, to this convocation.
There is no need to belabor the point about City Hall because both the provincial construction codes, and the city bylaws outline clearly that no structure taller than 1.5 metres, that is intended for human habitation, can be built without a development permit, and then a building permit. There is no shortage of willingness, or expertise, suitable spaces, motivation, or support from the community. Nor is there any shortage of viable plans to answer this crisis. There is no need to point fingers because all plans, hopes, dreams and conversation about housing and homelessness are drawn inexorably to the crunch-point at City Hall. Any person of agreeable spleen would be reasonable to ask why no ‘crunching’ goes on.
Perhaps the Mayor of Nelson offers a clue. He claimed, in an article about the housing crunch by the Globe and Mail, that if people can’t afford to live in the city, they can always live in the outlying areas, as the commute is “therapeutic” . That article offered no input from the numerous authorities on Nelson’s homelessness issue, but summed up the city’s dialogue about it thus:
“Realtors and city workers throughout the region agree there isn’t an easy solution to the crisis, but many say there needs to be more incentive to build affordable rental units.” The Mayor of our town said the same at the meeting, “It’s complicated.”
My colleague, the earnest one, refers to such dialogue as double-speak for a lack of intent, and she’s right. Dolores calls that a conspiracy theory, but the truth is that once you know the playbook, you don’t need to know the players.
Fewer and fewer people can afford to live here. The Housing Needs Assessment identified the following gaps in our local housing market: Non-Market and Market Rental Independent Seniors Housing; Non-Market Rental Housing; Market Rental Housing; Transitional and Low-Barrier Rental Housing; Affordable Homeownership Opportunities; Accessible Housing. In other words, the housing market is a gap. It’s a sieve. It’s a bisected pale. In response, we are holding a choir so we can all sing, “There’s a hole in my bucket, Dear Liza!” The housing market is in a state of decay, and I’m sorry, but it is affecting my aria in falsetto.
The invitation to the previous ‘choir’ on homelessness said to explain who I was and what I was doing. Apparently, I hadn’t been meeting with City Hall and city councillors or conducting a very public survey of the community or promoting my work in homelessness, or conducting Point in Time Counts, or studying potential solutions for homelessness in rural areas. Homelessness has been a standard part of the evening news in BC for a couple of years now. It has been a dramatic, pressing concern for large cities- Toronto has been active on it since the 1980’s- and also for the next two cities closest to ours, but here we are starting over at each meeting.
“Okay. Housing. What appears to be the problem?” It is a phlegmatic rhetorical ploy that has been described as “The same damned conversation we’ve been having for twenty years.” One could be forgiven for wondering if some folks simply don’t want to do anything about it, or if the ‘players’, who called advocates like us “cheerleaders” at the meeting, think this is all just a game.
For perspective, solutions to the housing crisis and homelessness are not complicated. There are no inflammatory digestives because here it is: Build smaller homes on smaller properties, for ownership. That’s it. Certainly, there is more but that is what truly needs to happen. Research on these matters, going back to the 1960’s, has been easily found, compiled and summarized.
However, when confronted with a solution, people will do a switcheroo from the need to be a bloody optimist to a need for cynical phlegm. You were talking with happy-go lucky Regan, saying that we all need to work together, and then her head spins and it’s Pazuza, telling you that your idealism is foolish because the game is rigged, and the fix is in.
“Well why,” they ask, “Would you bring a solution to the table, when you know nobody really wants to solve the problem?”
“I don’t see it as clever,” I reply, “To think of this as a game that someone has to lose. Henry Ford is still the standard of clever. Post WWII United States is the standard. Anything short of that is the opposite of clever.”
So long as we are in a celebratory humor, we may note that communities of tiny houses could be built into a system controlling the growth of tent-cities. We know from the ease with which folks build structures out of garbage, pallets and tarps that construction could be approached ‘from the liver’ as has been said, something we could be sanguine about. We have artificial intelligence, amputees competing in Olympics, and robots landing on asteroids. We can build small houses!
The usual reasons offered for why we don’t have all fallen flat, proven to be untrue or just lazy hype. It is not more expensive. Technology has advanced significantly and reduces costs. Developers do not lose money from smaller properties; in fact, the potential profit in smaller properties is obscene because buyers will tolerate higher commissions. It may be easier to sell one high-end property than ten middle-tier properties, but that is because we only build expensive houses! It turns out that a high-end market is dependent upon a dynamic low-end housing market. It is neither humorous, nor celebratory to have to explain that.
Everything about housing that needs to be said has been said before, and that certainly described the meeting. Thirty people showed up, including our Member of Parliament, our Mayor, and representatives from our Regional District. I brought up the stats saying clearly that we don’t even see all of our homeless issue. Our government inter-agency coordinator backed up the stats and frontline experiences. Our senior’s advocate said all that she had said a dozen times before, and the community leader actually said it out loud, “It’s the same conversation we’ve been having for twenty years.”
The representatives of the varying levels of government were each quite positive and optimistic during the meeting. It was happy go lucky ‘Regan’, celebrating the spirit of cooperation, right up until someone suggested that we could act on these issues right away. Then it was all ‘Pazuza’, claiming any action would be premature. One official, who had said that after so many years of studies, we must have enough intelligence to act, did a double-backflip handspring, into a triple somersault walkback, landing badly on the mat in a position stating that we needed someone to go through all of those studies and summarize them into something coherent, prior to any action.
It was yet another “celebration” in which the experts and frontline workers were allowed to state the obvious and yet again sloughed off with suspiciously loud gratitude. “Thank you for your cheerleading!” When the Mayor announced that the housing strategy was to be released in six months, Dolores said, “Well, I think we can all agree that, after the year we’ve had, six months isn’t much to ask for. We can handle it.” Yes, the people who have secure housing will be fine. As always, Dolores’ dabbling had a bulimic bourgeois quality to it. After binging so heavily in joie de plebe, she would, no doubt, purge in secret to her friends.
Legendary BC pundit Rafe Mair once said that any politician worth their salary already knows what their commissioned report will say. I couldn’t help but wonder if she also knew. There is, after all, a vision in place. The meeting wrapped as always, with the tone-deaf commitment to more chin wagging.
I hope I can be forgiven if the cheery positivity is too cold-blooded for my liver. Mailer was recently informed that he could no longer be assisted with his motel room, so now it’s not certain where he is going to die. Humbert and family couldn’t move into a decent rental, and Highsmith and her son remain where they were.
A true marker of the larger, national dialogue, there was no “celebration” of successes because it would have been drawn it into a discussion about what could be done. We could build enough housing to reduce homelessness, bring down rental prices, and boost the economy, so it turns out that I am the optimist. The jingle of dismissiveness that comes with the commitment to do no more than talk leaves a chill in my bones. It is time we acted on solutions, and all benefited from them. Let that be the standard of humor, cleverness and positivity by which we proceed.
About the Creator
H. Robert Mac
Hugh is business consultant, writer, keen observer of people, and a versatile analyst. A wearer of many hats, he brings a wealth of experience to his work with small and medium sized businesses. www.apexdeployment.com
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