Home on the Urban Edge

Home on the Urban Edge

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Krista Nightengale
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Home on the Urban Edge

The first time I visited Tent City, I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was 2016, and the homeless encampment under Interstate 45 had grown so large that it was divided into sections, A through E. There was even a “convenience store” in one area and portable toilets to serve about 300 people. On weekends, charitable groups handed out food, supplies, and clothes.

But a string of violence prompted City Hall to shut it down.

There was never a clear plan as to what would happen to the people who called Tent City home. Several organizations worked with folks to find them housing. But many of the homeless simply moved to a new encampment.

I live downtown. Generally, when I walk out my door, the first person I see is homeless. He sleeps on the grate in front of my apartment building. We exchange pleasantries. Often, my interactions with the homeless are about my dogs, which I find to be great icebreakers, not only with the homeless but also tourists, kids, adults, everyone enjoying our vibrant downtown neighborhood.

When news spread about Tent City closing, a few neighbors and I decided to help tell the stories of those losing their homes. We believed that Tent City, for better or worse, truly was home to many.

As our group started walking in Tent City, we were nervous. We were encroaching on people’s front yards. We were timidly making our way through the sections when a group of guys by a fire pit waved us over. We’re making dinner, they told us. Want to join?

We looked at each other, shrugged and joined them for dinner, which was a stir-fry.

One of the chefs, Yasef, was a tall guy with clothes way too small. He looked beat down. He wouldn’t smile for our camera. He said there was nothing to smile about.

We interviewed a few other tenants, and then we left. Two weeks later, we returned. And Yasef was there.

“I got an apartment!” he said, flashing us a huge grin. “It’s furnished and has a TV!” He told us he had moved a week ago.

“Why are you still here, then?” we asked. “I can’t forget where I came from,” he said. “These are my brothers.”

For many, home is a structure. It has a certain number of rooms, a bathroom or two. Maybe it’s a condo downtown or a ranch home on acreage. And yet for many in Dallas, home is on the streets, or under an overpass, or on a cot in a shelter.

If you ask what home means to this group in our community, the answers are as varied as the options.

Ron Gray is a veteran with PTSD. He used to live on a Michigan farm, which he misses greatly. But he got into an argument with his brother and knew he had to leave. So he took Cujo, his Jack Russell terrier, and started walking. It was late at night, and he saw some fireflies along the edges of the road. He asked them, “Where are you going to send me?”

He feels they set him on the road that led to the Bridge Homeless Recovery Center in downtown Dallas.

“The Bridge probably saved my life,” he said. “It gives you time to think, to reflect back on. It helps you to get back on your feet, and that’s what I’m doing right now.”

Two reasons he appreciates the Bridge so much: It has services for veterans that he uses, and it allows Cujo to stay with him.

The little spotted dog is 12, and he’s had cancer for about five years, Ron said. Calm for a Jack Russell, he is content to lie at Ron’s feet and catch a quick nap. The Bridge has a kennel for dogs, something most shelters don’t provide. But Cujo gets to stay in Ron’s transitional housing space because he’s a service dog.

“He’s detected my blackouts, my seizures, and he’s helped me with my PTSD,” Ron said. Ron even credits him for being the force that separated him from his brother the night of their fight.

For Ron, home is being back on the farm, being with the horses. But here in Texas, home is Cujo. “He’s a big part of home.”

It’s been two years since the first Tent City closed. Since then, a Dallas Commission on Homelessness was created (full disclosure: I was on this commission), a restructuring of various departments in City Hall occurred, a permanent homeless commission was put in place, and a new housing policy was introduced. There have been several changes in leadership in the various homeless services.

But where are we now?

“This is a challenging conversation because the simple answer is: Things have gotten worse,” said Sam Merten, chief operating officer at the Bridge. Since the first Tent City shut down, he said, the poverty rate in Dallas has increased but funding for homelessness has not.

Just over 19 percent of Dallas residents live in poverty, according to the Dallas Mayor’s Task Force on Poverty, issued in September 2017. “The line between poverty and homelessness is razor thin,” Sam said. “I tell people all the time that I can find a home for everybody in all the shelter systems today, and tomorrow there will be a line outside of people who slipped from poverty into homelessness. It happens every day.”

Russell Stonecypher knows this well. His mom owned a beautiful home in Oak Cliff. When she died, she left it to him. But he couldn't afford the taxes, and after only a month, he had to sell the home. He had been on the street for about two weeks when we talked to him in May. He spends most of his time reading at Main Street Garden downtown. He's working his way through George Jones' autobiography. “He's a talker,” Russell said as he sat on the deck at Main Street Garden. “What do I consider home? Right now, it means this,” he said as he swept his arm around the park. There's a full moon over the flashing PARK sign on the edge of the greenspace.

 “Look at that beautiful moon,” he said. “So cool. It’s really red. I love this park.”

All Russell had with him were his clothes and several books. For him, the definition of home shifted over the past few weeks. “It’s changed a heck of a lot,” he said. “Golly. It’s changed a whole bunch. This is not even home compared to that. I had a beautiful brick home.”

The affordable housing stock in Dallas is low. “We’re living in a city with massive poverty, and we don’t have affordable housing for people to transition out of homelessness,” Sam said. “So things are rough.”

In the March 2018 homeless count by the Dallas Metro Homeless Alliance, the number of unsheltered homeless increased 23 percent from 2017.

When my neighbors and I began visiting Tent City in 2016, we ran into many people who hoped to find a home before it closed. They had vouchers. They were just waiting for a place to accept them. Brenda was one such person.

She greeted us with a huge smile and a big hug as the clock ticked on Tent City.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be homeless,” she told us. “I just have to keep the faith. I’m getting ready to get a place! Thank the Lord!” Brenda’s dream was to have a house with a picket fence. But, for now, “I just want to get back to where I can feel good about myself.” 

We first met Brenda on a Friday. She said she'd have an apartment by Monday. We then saw her that Wednesday. She said she'd have an apartment by Friday. Then we then saw her at a new Tent City on a Saturday. “No apartment yet,” she said. “But Monday!”

We lost track of her after that. But she showed the determination it takes to get off the streets. It’s not just having a desire to find a home, but also finding the place that will accept a voucher.

“There are people staying in our transitional shelter who literally have housing vouchers and just no one willing to take them,” Sam said. “So that creates a massive bottleneck in the system. If I have people in transitional housing who should be out if only for housing opportunities, then I have people in my emergency shelter who can’t graduate there and people in the street who can’t get in.”

Because of this, people create home wherever they can with whatever they can.

Leondardo Vasquez sits in front of the downtown library, smoking a cigarette. He doesn’t have a home. He sleeps on the sidewalk. He did have a home at one point, but the people he was staying with didn’t like his smoking, so he had to leave. “I want a house, not a home,” he said. The difference? “Family.”

For Ron, Dallas is now his home. He’s exploring the city with Cujo. Last summer, they spent some time at the Dog Bowl at Fair Park. Ron’s meeting with the VA to discuss permanent housing. He calls the night the fireflies lit his way “fate.”

“They say Texas does big things,” he said. “Texas has a big heart.”

And that, to him, is home.


Krista Nightengale is managing director of the Better Block Foundation.
Photography by Ryan Plesko