During the days of the depression when the northeast was almost solid immigrants we produced more great musicians, writers, artists and even politicians than we did homeless. Sure we were poor, but that was no excuse to be homeless, dirty or stupid or even on welfare.
I remember what my mom could do with a pot of bones and some vegetables to make a dinner. Yes, you didn’t get your own bedroom, no you didn’t have an entitlement to a car at 17, everyone worked 3 jobs to pay the rent and if you were lucky a chicken lasted a whole week for everyone.
We are all the masters of our fate and we can find solutions if we want to succeed. The ones you see are people who have been abused, neglected and maybe persecuted or are diadvantaged. They deserve and need our help because it wasn’t their own fault. They somehow got cheated and we are the lucky ones we have to share our good fortune with them and give them a hand up not out.