[Updated] Why I get sick of this town.
This morning a man nearly died in front of me, on a busy Seattle sidewalk, and most people just kept on walking.
He was homeless. Or did you guess that already?
I moved to Seattle from New York City, supposedly the most hard-hearted and merciless place on earth. Seattle, on the other hand, is made out to be the land of good intentions and nice Scandinavian smiles. The reputations are bullshit & backward.
New Yorkers aren't hard-hearted, they're efficient & loyal. If you block traffic because you're lost, they're going to yell at you. If you block up the middle of the sidewalk because you are a slow moving tourist, you'll get bumped and hollered at. If you talk shit about Brooklyn, you'll get shit back. If you go to a Yankee game on with anything but Yankee paraphenilia, you'll get an ass-kickin.
But New Yorkers are civic minded. If you get mugged, they'll help you up. If you ask for directions, they'll tell you not just how to get there, but the fastest (and cheapest) way to do it. New Yorkers pay high income taxes, shush obnoxious people on the train or bus, and routineley fund large campaigns for the public good (Central Park, the Subway, etc...).
Finally, New Yorkers will help you, homeless or not, if you are lying on the street bleeding and shaking.
For all its self-proclaimed liberal righteousness, Seattle fails in all the regards on a regular basis. And today, I feel I have had enough.
He is the "Smile Guy." He stands every day, for hours, on the corner of 1st & Marion, right by my office. He holds up a sign that says "Smile" and asks people for change. Yeah, he's a panhandler. Yeah, he smelled a little bit like alchohol. But he stands there all day with a sign that says "Smile" and doesnt bother anybody.
He had a seizure, he hit his head, hard, and lay face down on the ground, shaking like he was being tortured. A long line of bright red blood ran from his face down the sidewalk.
Two friends stood behind him yelling for help. Barely anyone noticed.
When I arrived, I checked his pulse, helped roll him over and elevated his head. 911 had been called and said they would be there soon.
Every moment that I looked up, another pack of people walked by, not looking and not helping. Most were business-class, most were dressed nicely, most gave a brief look, and didnt care enough to stop.
Everybody doesn't need to stop. In fact, not that many people can help. We all know that. Maybe, when I am less angry at this city of fake priorities and barely hid selfishness, I'll remember that.
But right now, all I can think about is the face of the guy with the black coat and the nice jeans and the caramel machiato bullshit, who looked over at me, with a homeless guys head in my lap, and looked quickly away, like he just saw a rat on his front lawn.
And then I thought of:
-The Monorail.
-The 10 year plan to end homelessness.
-The traffic
-The gridlock
-The School Levy system
-Jim McDermott
-The lack of real housing policy
And i realized, I am done giving this city excuses for its sit-on-your-ass but claim victory attitude. Some say this city fails to change because of its lovew of process. Bullshit. Call it what it is, or as my grnadfather would say "Dont kid yourself."
This city is chickenshit.
You dont want to build a monorail. Fine. But thats a choice, and you need to own that. You dont want to build housing or deal with homelessness. Fine. But thats a choice, and you need to own that.
At least New Yorkers look you in the eye. This city's too chicken shit. And I'm tired of cutting you people slack.



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