The inhumanity of homeless ‘sweeps’

Activists lie on the ground in protest of the city's inhumane homeless "sweeps"

by Tiny

No matter how many times you “sweep” me,“arrest me,” or “study me, it doesn’t give me a home.

In 1984, when I was 11 and me and my disabled mama were living on and off the street, in doorways, bus benches, staying in hoopties we scavenged, shelter beds we case mangled, motel rooms, and apartments we would temporarily wrangle, the City of San Francisco had just began to “see” homelessness as a “problem.”



Hundreds of Homeless Families Excluded from Housing, Services by Homelessness Department

by Sam Lew

The rollout of San Francisco’s homeless coordinated entry system has been one fraught with controversy and conflict.

The opposing teams? The City vs. front line service providers: social workers, outreach workers, and case managers who see that the system is not working.

The coordinated entry system is a federally mandated system. Every county in the United States has implemented one of their own over the past couple of years and each is unique,



Coalition on Homelessness, March 2019

Severe weather in San Francisco, which will occur more frequently due to climate change, be that poor air quality from fires, wind and rain storms or severe heat, has a disparate impact on homeless people forced to live outdoors. So far this year, San Francisco has faced six consecutive rain and wind storms, with high winds in three and flooding in all six, that left homeless people cold and wet,


The Public Film

It is hard to believe a Hollywood elite got a movie about homelessness right.  Not only that, he managed to create a realistic movie about homelessness and libraries that is spot on AND hilarious!

The line of people armed with umbrellas waiting to enter Glide Memorial Church stretched beyond Ellis Street and around the corner down Taylor last Sunday. This crowd of hundreds of folks who waited in the rain were not there for a church service or baptism,



By Shyhyene Brown

This is the second part of a series on the author’s life after domestic violence.

How is it that you can claim to love a person while at the same time inflict physical harm on them? For the life of me, I can’t understand that. But I can honestly say when that happened to me on September 4, 2018, it was a real eye-opener.

Everytime I go to sleep,


Surviving in San Francisco

I just had to hand you these two tasers. Walking in SF with any type of armour has never been me. When I arrived back in San Francisco and got my certification as homeless on the 1st of January, 2019, I had one taser. Today I have acquired two. Four days ago it was disclosed to me that my domestic violator, who shoot himself, survived. For me, that confirmed that even with two tasers on the street and my three children behind me,



By Darnell Boyd

To The Women of Our Society,

As we celebrate Women’s Her-story Month this March, let us reflect and pay homage to the greatness of women. Let us thank them for their contribution. Let us thank women for birthing us into this world.

Let us thank all the female doctors, lawyers, police officers, firefighters, nurses, pilots, astronauts, CEOs, CFOs, mayors, representatives, senators, case managers,


Black San Franciscans will Become History Unless We Stop Displacing Them

by Olivia Glowacki

Black people make up less than 6 percent of San Francisco’s general population and 34 percent of the city’s homeless population, according to the 2017 San Francisco Homeless Count & Survey. Other sources put the percentage of homeless families who are Black at 50 percent and this number has been on the rise since the 1980s. While gentrification and greed grow, San Franciscans who were born, raised, and now raise their children here,



by TJ Johnston

It’s 4 p.m. and I’ve been waiting two hours already to get a seat at the MSC South drop-in. I spent the last two hours outside waiting in line with about 10 or 12 other homeless people ahead of me — that is, if nobody cuts ahead.

I want to get a bed for the night, and the only things standing between me and that bed are the gate at the entrance,