Posts by Winter Trabex
For several weeks in 2020, outreach teams of various kinds assisted homeless people with clothing, food, and other services while they camped out on state property outside the Hillsborough County Courthouse in Manchester.
While I would like to claim to be unbiased, the caveat of this article is: I may not be. I’ve lived among homeless people and seen what it does to people. I’ve slept at the shelter, and was fortunate enough to come out the other end in a better situation than when I started. In my case, Families in Transition has been good for me.
At the end of September, the Antiwork subreddit passed 500,000 users and has since gained close to 40,000 more. At the time of writing, the Antiwork discord channel boasts close to 600 users. For various reasons, people have gravitated to the movement, even if to gripe about conditions at their job they may not like.
Tammy Chambers had been living in an apartment in Goffstown for five years. She had every expectation of living there another five. Then, without warning, an avalanche of misfortune fell upon her.
One attempt to assert the rights of tenants comes from Rights and Democracy NH, which is hosting an open-to-the-public event on Sunday August 29 at 3 p.m. in Veteran’s Park in Manchester.
I’m here to tell you, as someone who has been homeless, who has experienced these issues first-hand, if we continue to use the same approaches we have been until now, these problems will continue to get worse.
Crowds of people gathered on the afternoon of June 19 to attend Manchester’s Third Annual Pridefest. Unlike last year’s event, which was a bit of a rushed, small affair, this year’s event was much larger in size, occupying most of Arms Park.
And on April 10 activists gathered in a parking lot at the corner of Granite and Canal Streets on a warm Saturday afternoon to protest the city and state’s treatment of their homeless population, including the most recent eviction notice. Though the event was scheduled to start at 2 p.m., participants spent an hour making signs and conversing with one another. Notably absent from the event was the homeless population itself; rather, community members had come to advocate on their behalf.
Encountering Murphy’s Law a few times every week for weeks on end wears both patience and stamina. When I bought my RV, I trusted the seller was telling the truth when they said it “ran like a champ.” That turned out to be false. Now it only runs with a clamp holding down a battery connector in the engine. The windshield is broken, and the exhaust pipe underneath has rusted apart to the point where it looks like it might have exploded. Had the seller described the vehicle as “for parts” or “needs repair,” I would have not bought it.
At this time last year, I was homeless, dealing with what mental health professionals call “unrelenting crisis,” and not knowing when or if I would be able to get my life back together. My choices were to be treated like a child in a homeless shelter or live somewhere on my own. Around this time, I started making plans to live in a tent regardless of how cold it might be. I had simply had enough of the New Horizons shelter in Manchester.