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On NYE I met a woman sleeping rough in hove area. Her name was Fiona, she'd been layed off at the start of the pandemic and had to leave her home because of an abusive partner.
On NYE it was zero degrees, she was staying a fucking stone's throws away from an empty town hall. 1
On NYE it was zero degrees, she was staying a fucking stone's throws away from an empty town hall. 1
Days before, I met a man called Jason at a busstop. His benefits had been slashed over the months and he was worried to death his baby was becoming sick because of the recent decline of the mother's health. He showed me a photo of his baby, called Rose and she was so beautiful /2
I met Steve on a paper sale at the end of November working as a Big Issue seller in town, he's able to scrape together enough cash to stay in a shelter most nights from his magazine sales.
I met him again a week before Christmas and he told me that thanks to new lockdown.. /3
I met him again a week before Christmas and he told me that thanks to new lockdown.. /3
.. restrictions in London, the magazine he sells was not able to be distributed to Brighton. As his only source of income and no furlough or support whatsoever, he was forced to sleep rough- again through freezing temperatures. /4
The contradictions of capitalism are so barbaric. I am questioning the sanity of the supposed 'progressive' liberals of which there are so many in brighton.
We walk past the same people and they refuse to draw the same conclusions over our rotten system. Get a fucking grip.
We walk past the same people and they refuse to draw the same conclusions over our rotten system. Get a fucking grip.
