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Ignoring SLC's homeless exacts hidden toll in human lives and taxpayer dollars.

By Eric S. Peterson
Posted // February 13,2013 -

At first glance, he just looked wasted. A man lay passed out on a curb, unconscious to the world, but with an unlit cigarette clenched between his teeth.

Then he stopped breathing.

A girl in a blue coat suddenly appeared over the man, begging with slurred words for him to wake up, hitting him in the heart with short, sharp punches, until at last he began to cough.

The woman chalked her trick up to things you learn from being on heroin. No sooner had a staffer from the Weigand Homeless Day Center called an ambulance to Rio Grande Street, in Salt Lake City’s Gateway neighborhood, than the woman disappeared.

The man’s breath, however, was slow and wheezing. Next to him, another man dropped quickly to his knees and folded his hands in front of his bowed head, reciting a quick and desperate prayer while a small crowd gathered, smoking cigarettes and watching. A man in a camouflage jacket strolled by without a second look, offering: “Just kick him in the ass, he’ll get up.” The man remained on the ground, eyes closed, a pained look twisting the features of his face. A slow stream of thick snot oozed from his mouth and nose, bubbling with every ragged breath.

As the paramedics cleared his breathing passage and loaded him onto a stretcher, an elderly black woman rolled into the courtyard, pushing a cart decorated with a bright-gold Christmas wreath.

“Another body taken by the plague!” she bellowed. “That’s what that is right here, a plague!”

Then the residents of Rio Grande Street shuffled past the scene, heading inside the St. Vincent de Paul Center for a lunch of hard bread, ground beef, sugar cookies and salad. Just another day and another routine ambulance call—one of 63 to that street in 2012.

The plight of Salt Lake City’s homeless is perhaps the most tragic news story that isn’t. It’s not news because the suffering and despair of those who have fallen through the cracks is anything but new. The homeless lack the money, health and opportunity for stable work to get them off the street, but they manage to scrape together enough money for the poisons that keep them there.

I spent hours on the street, ate meals at the St. Vincent de Paul Center and, while the weather was still warm, spent a night at the Road Home men’s shelter in close observation of this nexus of support, warm beds and meals—and cold streets and hard drugs.


In the politics of poverty, a typical soundbite refers to those who have “fallen between the cracks.” To stroll down Rio Grande Street is to see firsthand what life looks like between the cracks. People with drug problems, criminal records and mental illnesses clot the south side of 200 South, west of 400 West, just across the street from the cheery Gateway mall on the other side of 200 South.

My observations are also backed by disturbing statistics of police responses to this block, in a city of nearly 200,000. In 2012, this one block saw police respond to 82 calls for simple assault, 19 complaints of aggravated assault, 24 calls for dealing with mentally ill citizens, and eight suicide attempts. In 2012, Salt Lake City as a whole saw the deaths of 52 homeless individuals, whose years of substance abuse and inadequate care likely hastened their demise.

It’s a mini-community where the chronically homeless, the newly homeless and those just passing through take to the food lines and shelter dorms as if they were replicating the social cliques and rituals of high school—gossiping, laughing, and hanging out with friends. Some don’t have friends and talk only to their lapels and the people nobody else sees. Lapel talk ranges from the sad and quiet: “If anyone should be calling anyone names, it’s you”; to the quiet and disturbing non sequiturs: “shit-stained, pee-stained panties!”; to the loud and bizarrely political: “Condoleeza! Condoleeza fucking Rice!”

The 2013 Legislature will decide this session whether or not to expand Medicaid as part of President Obama’s Affordable Care Act, with federal money ready to usher in new homeless services and substance-abuse treatment. The conservative Legislature will likely defiantly decline the expansion as wasteful federal spending (See “Who Deserves Health Care?” Jan. 31, City Weekly). But if the state’s conservative lawmakers say no, what will Salt Lake City’s progressive city and county leadership do?

A few members of the Salt Lake City Council are eyeing possible reforms for low-income housing options. A spokeswoman for Democratic Salt Lake County Mayor Ben McAdams says his office will continue the same level of “facilitating” it always has between its existing homeless services committees and nonprofit networks.

Local government historically just passes federal block grants onto community nonprofits. Jesse Fruhwirth, a former City Weekly reporter and now a full-time activist, points out that while local governments may be stingy with city dollars to help treat and house the homeless, they have no trouble paying police to deal with the effects of homelessness.

“It’s weird that local government says they aren’t involved in these things, because they already are,” Fruhwirth says. “This police response is a response to unmet health-care needs in our community.” He adds that it is hard for the city’s progressive voters to fathom the degree of police enforcement, especially when “people like Ralph Becker are the face of it all.

“We are spending taxpayer money to address public-health needs with armed guards,” Fruhwirth says. “We’re already spending this money—what we need to talk about is how we choose to spend it.”

Gimme Shelter
“Jeff” is a 26-year-old alcoholic who originally landed in Utah after being cycled through jails and shelters in Alamo, Nev, and Reno, Nev. Jeff [not his real name] says he stayed briefly with his mother and her boyfriend until his drinking wore on their nerves. His mother’s boyfriend pulled him out of his bed while he was drunk and took him to the hospital. Jeff’s recollections of the visit are mostly a blur, except of waking up at the hospital with an IV in his arm. He promptly pulled it out and, with blood trailing, made for the exit, when a police officer quickly arrested him for public intoxication, at a hospital, in the middle of the night.


“Yeah, they laughed when I told ’em that in jail, too,” Jeff says with a wry grin. I met Jeff the first day he got out of jail in December. With a cherubic smile, thin goatee and dark sunglasses, Jeff has something of a resemblance to the actor Zach Galifianakis. When we first met, he could laugh at his new street-side status. A month later, when I would meet him again, his health, hope and optimism was ragged and ground flatter than a stomped-down cigarette butt.

“I couldn’t understand why people would sleep out on the street when I first got here,” Jeff says. “Then I found out the shelter smells like ass.”


The Road Home Shelter at 210 S. Rio Grande St. provides shelter to hundreds of individuals and families every day of the year and also opens an emergency overflow shelter, with a 300-bed capacity, during the winter months. It is refuge from the elements and an essential life-saver but, unsurprisingly, it’s not an easy night’s sleep. I took an opportunity in early December to spend the night before the winter cold took hold.


The inside of the shelter was essentially a barrack filled with gray bunk beds, each furnished with a thin, plastic-encased mattress. A small lounge area includes a TV and snack vending machines. There are bathrooms and showers; as a safety precaution, though, the bathrooms have no doors on the stalls.

It was possibly the worst night of sleep of my life. As a result of having 200-plus men in an open area, there is not a moment in the night not punctuated by a cough, sneeze, fart or sudden outburst of profanity. In the middle of the night, one elderly man was 20 feet shy of a garbage can when he sprayed vomit next to my bunk. A staffer helped the man out and cleaned up the mess. At 5:30 a.m., the lights came on, and it was time to leave and face the day.

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Posted // February 19,2013 at 11:08

Great article once again City Weekly has nailed it. I know homeless people who spend time on that block and they could definately use more resources and more help.


Posted // February 17,2013 at 12:47

Thank you for this story. I am not homeless, but I live in the area, and I was one of the 189 people issued a "criminal trespass" citation last year after I walked across the Rio Grande building parking lot at 3 pm on a weekday afternoon.

Investigating why I was cited, I encountered a truly Kafkaesque situation. The police stated that they were just doing the will of local businesses. The management of said business told me that such heavy-handed enforcement was a big problem for them, and they had no problem with me passing through there. Then, I witnessed courts stuffed with infractions from the same area - judges dismissing most of them.

It is truly sad that the city is using such a ham-fisted and wasteful approach on those least able to defend themselves, not to mention making me feel unwelcome in my own neighborhood. While the police are trying to make the area safe for local residents, this local resident feels most fearful of the police response.


Posted // February 15,2013 at 09:21

Due the economic crisis in this country, I was made Homeless. Prior to the economic crisis, I worked for companies like Boeing, Micron, Fed Ex and a number of other Fortune 500 companies- I was always employed. Once I became unemployed, I diligently circulated cover letters and résumés around to companies seeking employment. Approximately a week and a half ago, I was hired by a landscaping company, to begin work in April 2013, as a landscape laborer. Until I begin employment this April, I have no choice but to stay in the shelter. What I am relating below, I know firsthand- it is not heasay.

95. 5% (I didn’t say all) of all these homeless people in Salt Lake City, have made the decision to be homeless. You don’t find employment sitting in the public library reading a book all day. You don’t find employment hanging around the Weigand Center or the RoadHome (drinking alcohol and buying “crack”) all day. You don’t find employment panhandling (so you can buy alcohol and drugs) all day. The list goes on, as to what these homeless people do all day; that in no way involves the search for employment.

Furthermore, these homeless people believe that everybody “owes” them something. They curse the people who don’t give them money, so that they can buy alcohol and drugs. They curse the people (business owners) who call the police on them because they are urinating and defecating in the entrance ways to their businesses. The list goes on and on and on.

Now let me describe to you what it is like in the shelter itself: In the shelter, you leave nothing unattended. You sleep with your gear (I actually rent a storage unit and leave the vast majority of my belongings in this storage unit)- I share my bunk with my backpack. I tie my boots to my backpack and I tie my pack to my jacket that I use as a pillow. When I have to use the restroom, I take all of my belongings with me; if I don’t, it will be gone when I come back. Every morning, people are complaining about missing property; because these other residents are creeping around at night stealing other peoples’ property. One morning, a guy woke up and somebody had stolen his pants that night prior. Fights are constantly breaking out in the place. People are smoking cigarettes and dope in the place. The list goes on and on and on of what transpires in this shelter.

Then, you have places that receive federal funding for housing- places like the “Palmer Court”. These people at the Palmer Court have their own apartments. They (meaning, the city, state and the “RoadHome”) put people up for years, teaching them “life skills”, i. e. how to fill out a job application, interviewing techniques, how to pay bills, how to find a place to rent, how to open up a bank account, etc. These individuals do not have to go to the job service because the job service comes to them (even know, the job service is only a couple of blocks away). Why? Because, these individuals do not know how to search for employment on their own; in effect, meaning, they are not employable in the current employment market. Instead of helping people such as myself; who only needs a place to stay until they can acquire a couple of paychecks and then can afford to rent a place of my own to live; they would rather teach people “life skills”- for years at a time.

The above is only a synopsis; I could write a paper longer then Mr. Peterson’s article articulating what these homeless people are all about and what the city, state and the RoadHome are doing to alleviate the homelessness in this city. The priority of the city, state and the RoadHome is not to help the people who are employable, but are homeless, such as myself; the priority is to “warehouse” the homeless; to put on the appearance that they are alleviating the homelessness; when in actually reality, they are doing nothing to help out the people are employable, such as myself.

A final note: You are wasting your money giving it to these homeless people who are panhandling around the city; because your money is going to buy alcohol, drugs and tobacco products. They don’t need the money to buy food, because there plenty of places around the city to acquire food- none these people are going hungry. Furthermore, I would not leave any of your belongings unattended when you visit the public library, Harmons café downtown, Barns & Noble at the Gateway and any other place these homeless congregate at; because one of these homeless people is probably “casing” your stuff, so as to rip you off when you venture somewhere, e. g. to buy a cup of coffee or to use the restroom.


Posted // February 14,2013 at 12:08

Great story, Eric.   The war against poor people who can't afford health care, mental health care and addiction services is a terrible tragedy and the police officers who take a paycheck in this brutal war week after week make me sick--and their boss, the mayor, is no better.   The police are not just ill-equipped but patently UNequipped to deal with these problem--THEY MAKE THE PROBLEMS WORSE.   We need nurses, social workers and addiciton specialists, not fascist trigger-happy ticket-writers. Police enforcement of unjust and cruel laws is the number 1 way we culturally reinforce injustice.   We need to remove the stigma from health problems, especially mental health problems like addiciton and PTSD; provide health care for all health problems, even the stigmatized ones; lastly, to accomplish this realistically in our local community, we should fire at least half the police force and offer to retrain those who are well suited to a new assingment as civilian and unarmed nurses, social workers and addiction specialists.   And once we've got that half, let's fire half the cops again and do it all over again.   I PROMISE YOU this will make a more peaceful world--if only we have the bravery and compassion to seek it.


Posted // February 14,2013 at 12:21 - Amen to nearly everything you say. Police do write irrelevant citations to people w/ no job or home who will more than likely not show up for court. This is a ridiculously wasteful and ineffective way to deal with troubles in the area. But, As Eric fairly demonstrated in his article, however, Judge Baxter encourages homeless people to fight these frivolous tickets. Police have a hard task in that area, and are certainly not to blame for the serious illegal activities that occur constantly there. Homeless individuals still have a basic human responsibility to know their rights, stand up for them, and conduct themselves within the law. Being homeless doesn't excuse one from their duty and responsibility as a citizen and human being.


Posted // February 14,2013 at 12:04

Thanks for doing the research. Walked that walk for 10 years in all; you portray it fairly, accurately, and humanly.


Posted // February 18,2013 at 14:17 - Thanks for the kind words and thanks for reading. --ESP


Posted // February 14,2013 at 12:46 - John, I appreciate your support, but I strongly disagree with part of your comment. I think it's naive and unfair to say that the people of Rio Grand have a duty and responsibility to know their rights--rights which are not protected for them anyway. Eric writes about the guy who is largely beaten down and lost a lot of will to go on after just 1 month in this torture system. This is a consequence of health problems being criminalized--like drug addiction. Police today knew that the Drug War is the day-to-day reality of a beat cop and they intentionally and voluntarily signed up for it. Damn them to hell for doing so, I say. It's not fair to tell the oppressed person that it's their duty to fix the problems imposed on them by oppressors.