But here we are. An international pandemic is in full-swing across the globe. The economy is devastated. Tens of millions of US renters are at risk for eviction. Many American tenants were only one tragedy away from homelessness to begin with. Although I rarely consider the possibility, that statistic includes me and my family.
A few days ago, I received a not-so-subtle reminder of just how quickly the rug can get ripped out from underfoot and you can lose everything. When people become homeless, you see, they do lose everything… They don’t just lose their “house”. Rather they lose their home, meaning they lose:
One in three homeless people report enduring some sort of physical assault while living unhoused, and that number reflects only reported crimes. Experts concur that the true statistic is likely much higher. Types of assault include, but are not limited to: kicking, hitting, spitting, blunt-force trauma, murder, rape, kidnapping, verbal abuse, being lit on fire, and more. From gruesome attacks and fatal altercations to unjust arrests and unexpected sweeps, being homeless means never feeling safe anywhere at any given point in time.
One of the first things homeless people almost always lose is their own kids. Be it at the door of a shelter that separates parents from children, or to the hands of a concerned family member who makes room for the little ones in a doubled-up situation. The long-term effects of this range from severe depression and suicide ideation to juvenile delinquency and inflated rates of dropping out of school.
Homeless people rarely get to keep their belongings, which means they lose furniture, sentimental keepsakes, glasses, contact lenses, prescription medications, and the paperwork they need to return to housing, among other things.
Homeless people are 3-4 x more likely to die prematurely when compared to the housed population. They experience elevated risk for every kind of illness from COVID-19 to PTSD, from oral decay to frostbite from exposure to cold.
Given the current health crisis, it is in everyone’s best interest to prevent homelessness at all costs. This is why we recently passed yet another eviction moratorium. This is why the latest COVID care package included $25 billion in rent relief. But I just learned the hard way that none of these measures are fixing the problem. There are many reasons why evictions are still being carried out all across the United States, but the biggest problem is this:
Life is full of surprises – little cuddly ones, big scary ones, and everything in between. Rewind the clock to January 21st of 2020. COVID-19 was not yet part of our vocabulary. This is the day I gave birth to my son Ibraheem, when tears of joy streamed down my face. It was one of the happiest times of my life. But because life is full of trials, that joyous moment was followed by a brief, sorrowful pause. 11 days post-delivery, I was diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer.
The months that followed are a bit of a blur. There were ups and downs, hardships and mercies, setbacks, and unexpected expenses. I hugged my children tighter than I used to. I received gifts from total strangers and phone calls from long-lost friends. While I continued to work as a writer when I could, over the course of this past year, I underwent all of the following medical procedures:
And of course, we were all social distancing so this means it was difficult to find sitters. It means our teen daughters were home but in school at the same time. It means that we, like most other Americans, were juggling and perhaps even the word that rhymes with juggling – the one that starts with a big letter S that I dare not utter aloud.
Through the grace and mercy of Allah the Most High, we managed to stay afloat. We dipped into our savings, leaned on family and friends. We fell into Sujud, and through this, we got back up.
He’s an essential worker who has been putting his life on the line each day since the pandemic started and then coming home to handle more illness in the form of a newly diagnosed, cancer patient spouse. My husband has been working in the same hospital since he was in high school. The job is familiar. The pay is good. But the insurance didn’t quite cover everything I needed and the hours were too strenuous in our new situation.
Given the circumstances, he took a new job for a slight pay cut because it featured stellar health insurance. The bittersweet irony of this cannot be understated.
My husband worked extra hours. Caring strangers, friends, and organizations like:
contributed to our family in different ways. Mostly, it was my husband picking up all the slack, washing the wounds I was afraid to look down at, feeding the baby after a fifteen-hour shift, wiping my tears away with that loving smile like he always does. Life has hardships for sure, but we were still okay.
Then about a month ago, my husband walked in the door and he almost frowned, a thing he absolutely never does.
To make a long story short, we all got COVID – my husband, me, and our children, even little Ibraheem who was almost one. And when his tiny throat hurt, he would close his big wide eyes, squeeze his itsy-bitsy fingers together and yell the word he knows through tears. “Da-Da! Da-Da!”
Because my husband was a new hire, not yet 90 days into employment, he didn’t have any sick days. He was not allowed to return to work for a number of weeks, to be on the safe side. He was told to contact workman’s comp who told him to call the unemployment office. A game of compensation volleyball began and we are still in the thick of that. My husband has yet to learn when he’ll be compensated for his lost time and if he will be compensated at all.
I would have been concerned since we had long spent the last of our savings, but I wasn’t. I’m a homeless education writer. I’m well aware of all the measures that are in place to keep families like ours from becoming evicted. They include:
What I didn’t know at the time was that all of these safety nets would collapse on our family for one reason or another. It would happen in a matter of days – in 13 days to be precise, at which point we would receive a letter from Greystar Properties via The Village at Foxpoint telling us we have exactly five days to pay the rent or get out. Here’s what the letter looked like:
Our family narrowly escaped this highly illegal, self-help eviction imposed upon us by none other than Greystar Properties, but that’s really just the beginning of this story.
You see, Greystar Properties is the global leader in rental housing. They are ranked number one among the top 50 apartment managers. Before my own personal experience, I had quite wrongly assumed that landlords breaking the eviction moratorium were rogue property managers, desperately trying to maintain their tiny prospects.
I could not have been more wrong.
At this point, I must assume that millions of families like mine are at risk for self-help eviction and at the mercy of big real estate – the big bad wolf who’s been prowling around the recently impoverished, seeking to suck us all dry. My little brush with eviction has revealed harrowing truths about the flaws in America’s flimsy eviction safety net. Please follow me on Twitter and on my journey as I delve deep into the rabbit hole of this eviction crisis and answer questions like:
What I’ve learned so far is absolutely shocking so stay tuned. And if you have a story like mine but lack the platform to expose it successfully, please message me on Twitter or email me directly at email@example.com. I will make your voice heard.
I knew I’d find the big bad wolf eventually. I just never realized he was right here in my own backyard and all I had to do was wait for him to knock on my door.
With more than 713,000 rental units and $37.2 billion in assets, this bloodsucking investment entity will stop at nothing to make a buck. They are willing to plow over infants, kick out cancer patients, and collect checks at the expense of essential workers. They are unapologetically declaring war on American renters.
I sincerely hope you remember this story when said big bad wolf puts that sheep suit on and begs for bailouts from the American people. They’re already trying. Here’s our response. #NoBailouts4BigRealEstate period. They wouldn’t do it for you and you can bet the bank on it.
Join the campaign to end homelessness by supporting the only newsroom focused solely on the topic of homelessness. Our original reporting — posted five to seven days a week — can also be found on Apple News and Google News. Through storytelling, education, news, and advocacy, we are changing the narrative on homelessness.
Invisible People is a nonprofit organization. We rely on the support of friends like you — people who understand that well-written, carefully researched stories can change minds about this issue. And that’s what leads to true transformation and policy change. Our writers have their fingers on the pulse of homeless communities. Many are formerly or currently homeless themselves. They are the real experts, passionate about ending homelessness. Your support helps us tell the true story of this crisis and solutions that will end it. Your donations help make history by telling the real story of homelessness to inspire tangible actions to end it.
Your donation, big or small, will help bring real change.