I go to Walmart that night and will sleep there every night. But the police will continue to come as if I'm some kind of one-man crime wave. Before I'm chased out of Westerly, I will meet, stand my ground, and lose ground to a dozen different officers, often at night, banging on my window and waking me just to ask, "Are you all right?" The question begins to sound like a pretense. The officers are civil, but every encounter causes me apprehension and stress. I'm innocent of any wrongdoing, but the interaction between a citizen and law enforcement is unbalanced by nature. They are part of an apparatus that can take away a person's freedom. I know it, and they certainly know it. When you're homeless, you are even more vulnerable. You have no place to go, no kitchen table to sit at while you drink your beer, invisible to them. You're always on their turf. |
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