Friday, February 5, 2016

Evicted from Graceland

Post by Grandma KoKo, your scout in the homeless zone. Author of More to Come. A book written over time, part 1 chapters 1-4 are available.

Gainesville Florida, February 3, 2016

Grace Marketplace is supported by the City of Gainesville and Alachua County

ABSTRACT
Grace Marketplace, is the end of the line homeless place outside of Gainesville, Florida USA. This is where they dump human beings the system has designated as trash: out of sight, out of mind. Michael Davis, landed there over a year ago, after a brief hospitalization for back pain he was advised by Shands hospital to go there. Being elderly and disabled, he was looking for help. What he found was a 14 month ordeal of constant harassment, poor food and meager accommodations. Now, after failing him miserably in what should have been an easy and quick placement into housing, Grace Marketplace is evicting him from the Dorm because he has stayed there too long. He was forced to sign a ridiculous document called a BEHAVIORAL CONTRACT. It is worded to make him believe he is a naughty boy and has to behave or else, out in the cold. He was told if he didn’t sign this he was out of the Dorm that very day. He begged to let him have someone else present, but was bullied into signing it anyway. Meetings are not scheduled for any time, just maybe sometime tomorrow was all we knew. I couldn’t miss work to sit around all day waiting for a meeting that might not even happen.

In Mr. Davis’s case they plan to move him into the outdoor open air pavilion where he can sleep on a plastic pallet on the ground. With his fragile health and painful disability, this is a death sentence. He doesn’t know what to do or where to turn. He lives in constant terror. He is afraid for his life and I don't blame him. The staff can do whatever they like and ‘guests?’ must comply. After all, he doesn’t have to be there. (But where else can he go?) Homelessness is not a choice.

It is as if he is stranded on a deserted island that is more like a Nazi prison camp, except it is noisy and chaotic, populated by crazy, loud, sick and downtrodden people. Worst of all are the sloppy drunks who affectionately attempt to maul him. He suffers from an uncommon bone disease that makes it easy to break his bones, and he is in such constant pain that the slightest touch can be painful. Once he was almost strangled to death by a friendly drunk before help arrived.  Despite his meager circumstance Michael remains cheerful, compassionate, humble and loving.

Michael’s story is only one of the many stories of suffering caused in large part by the poor management. It seems as if there is no management. There are no written rules, yet inmates must comply with nebulous ‘rules’ on the whim of the staff who are few and far between. There are no rights for clients, simply obey or leave. The conditions at this place are deplorable, unsanitary, and unnecessary. We can do better.


CONTACT INFORMATION

Gainseville City Hall
200 East University Ave
Gainesville FL 32601
352-334-5000

Alachua County Contact
Adm., & Courts
201 E. University Avenue
Gainesville, FL 32601

Adm., Civil and Family
201 E. University Avenue
Gainesville, FL 32601

State of Florida
Office of Governor Rick Scott
State of Florida
The Capitol
400 S. Monroe St.
Tallahassee, FL 32399-0001
(850) 488-7146

Grace Marketplace  http://gracemarketplace.org/ 

Alachua County Coalition for the Homeless and Hungry   http://acchh.org/



WELCOME TO GRACE MARKETPLACE

GRACE Marketplace
Key service agencies in one location.
Phone: 352.792.0800
Address: 3055 NE 28th Drive, Gainesville, FL 32609

Site of Grace Marketplace sometime before it opened in the fall of 2014. Looks like a jail, feels like a loony bin/psycho asylum. Vast sturdy fencing surrounds the complex with only one gate for passage. The gate is kept locked sometimes, I'm not sure why. Are they locking people in or keeping people out? It sure makes it hard for people to get from the tents to the 'services'.
Grace Marketplace is NOT a homeless shelter. It does not offer shelter that is fit for humans. Yet the City of Gainesville considers it is the answer to homelessness and it is the best they offer. It is growing exponentially as people keep pouring in.  

The aerial photo was taken before Grace Marketplace opened in the fall of 2014. Now in February of 2016 it has hundreds of people sleeping outside, most in tents or nothing. Choice campsites may be sold for perhaps $100. Campsites can be rented. There are a few water spigots by the road and port-a-potties. All other amenities are located inside the complex, accessible only through the front gate, a long walk from the tents. The tents go way back into the woods. Let’s call them primitive campsites. 

WELCOME TO GRACE MARKETPLACE, your one stop homeless shopping stop. Bring your own cart. This used to be a jail and before that a psychiatric facility. It features tall secure fencing and one gate. About half of the large buildings stand empty with windows broken. Only one of the large buildings is used for people to sleep inside on a bed. The Dorm is the large building in the upper right, farthest away from the Welcome Center-Chapel-Dining Hall area located on the lower right. The Dorm has men on one wing and women on the other. Showers and bathrooms take up the third wing. There were 30 beds in the apx. 30x60 ft. open room men’s side, until recently when bunk-beds were put in to accommodate up to 60 men. There are significantly fewer women than men at Graceland, and only 17 beds on the woman’s side.

Oddly enough the few beds in the Dorm are only available to people who work or have money coming in, like a disability check. Everyone else sleeps outside. Grace Marketplace is NOT really a homeless shelter.

The Pavilion sleeps 60 on plastic pallets called ‘boats’ with makeshift padding. Places in the Pavilion are sought after and there is a waiting list. Both men and women are crammed in there and it is nick named ‘the pigeon coop’. Recently, body lice was found in there and everyone was required to take a pill and have there belongings sprayed. Rumor has it there is a guy, nicknamed ‘itchy-scratchy’ because he is always scratching himself, especially his crotch. And he smells bad, but he is still sleeping in the pavilion. I don’t like even going in there.



DIGNITY VILLAGE is the name given to where the tents are outside the fence. 

Home Sweet Home for Judy  -  January 2016

This is what Judy can call home. The other night she broke bones stumbling around in the night. I heard this from the woman who stays in a tent near her. She said she had also injured herself while helping Judy.

At the website of Grace Marketplace, Judy’s face is featured on their home page and in videos. Her picture that is used for the purpose of soliciting donations was taken over a year ago. Clearly Graceland has not helped her exit homelessness, while using her compelling beauty has likely charmed lots of donations. Judy tells me she has worked hard all her life, starting at the age of 13. She suffers from bi-polar and is still 2 years away from age 62 when she can draw Social Security.

Graceland should be called a homeless NON-shelter. Over half of the buildings stand empty, assumable waiting for more 'something' before renovation can continue. Initially, roofs were all repaired and a fresh coat of paint was applied, then they stopped renovations.

They do keep the fence up and intact. The only entrance to the compound is through the one front gate, slightly beyond the bottom of the aerial photo. They keep the compound locked a fair amount of the time. We wonder if they are keeping people out or locking people in. I was detained 45 minutes last night against my will. They have ‘rules’ that are not written down and change depending on what the staff member on duty is thinking or doing. I learned the hard way last night that the gate is locked at 9pm for the night. If people want to leave they have to wait until one opportunity to leave at 10pm and another at 11pm

I was pretty steamed at being locked in when I wanted out. On another night the gate had been open after 9pm. Another woman was weeping, sobbing pitifully. She had just found out her beloved aunt had passed away and they would not let her out the gate. Pictured below with Judy, I saw her one morning that was especially cold. She had arrived via police escort, with only the clothes on her back, basically pajamas, at 1:30 in the morning. Something about trumped up charges of trespassing. People are often given the choice of going to jail or Graceland. Which would you choose?

Woman at Graceland

MORE NOTES
  • The County Jail is located very nearby so when folks are released they naturally come to Grace.
  • The bus stop is a long walk and the bus on that route is reported to often run on an irregular schedule. One young man told me he waited over an hour, almost two, and was late to work because of that bus. Why not have the bus come down to Grace to pick up folks rather than causing all these people who are already challenged in so many ways, to have to walk so far?
  • There is no flashing stop-crossing on 39th to allow people to cross at that road to get to and from the bus stop by Grace Marketplace.  December 2015 a man and woman were hit by a car while crossing there to get the bus.
  • Disease and unsanitary conditions are rampant. When I arrived in early January, there was some kind of coughing sickness running through the place. Then there was the body lice in the Pavilion. In general people tend to be sickly. I have come to notice something resembling spotty eczema is common enough among the homeless. Poor food and unsanitary conditions breed more illness so I call that a downward spiral.
  • The so-called services that are supposed to come to us, Grace Marketplace ‘guests’ are sometimes not so available. One gentleman has been trying to meet up with Meridian for some time. They don’t show up for the scheduled time or make appointments. On the bright side, the Mobile Health Clinic has helped folks in many ways and is a great convenience to have it there. In general people don’t talk about actually using the services much.
  • When Grace Marketplace first opened about 80 people moved in from the tent city closer to town. They received no assistance in moving their belongings. Who would ever think of that, actually helping homeless people? Gainesville wanted to get rid of the people perceived as trash and clutter. Put them far away and ostensibly give them a little something. Free bus pass and meals. Many are still camping out after well over a year of ‘services’ at Grace Marketplace.

Keep in mind there is huge money in the charities business. When I visited the Grace Marketplace website I found it to be all about soliciting donations and fundraising activities. There not much else, and no contact information. 

Grace marketplace seems to be run by something called Alachua County Coalition for the Homeless and Hungry. They claim to be working together to end homelessness in our community. Their website is a little better, at least it offers one contact. The latest news offered is from March 2014. They have monthly meetings and someone who went once said it was basically a pat each other on the back situation.
Alachua County Coalition for the Homeless and Hungry   http://acchh.org/

Please watch this promotional video for Graceland, knowing the conditions are in fact deplorable. I invite you to come and see for yourselves.
YouTube: GRACE Marketplace 2015 #FundGRACE Campaign

Just like in Robin Hood’s time, the discarded people live as best they can in the wilderness. The camping section is officially called Dignity Village and is somehow a separate entity from Grace Marketplace. Some have nick-named it Sherwood Forest. Anyone interested in studying anarchy in action would have a field day here.

TWO BATHROOMS
Strangest of all is that there are only two indoor bathrooms available for the hundreds of people who live here and they are not available for an hour twice a day. Does that seem like a good plan? It isn’t, believe me. When I got here they would open the chapel so folks could use the bathrooms there while the Welcome Center was closed for cleaning. After someone made a mess in there it was decided to keep the Chapel closed, no matter that there is no toilet available for an hour.

The Welcome Center actually has three bathrooms, but one is not available, perhaps it is used for storage. The two available bathrooms are used both by men and women. They have no mirror. The other morning I was first in line for the next open door. As I waited over ten minutes a line of people, mostly women gathered and some were doing the pee-pee dance. My needs weren’t so urgent so I went elsewhere to be nice to the ones left waiting. 

Welcome Center bathrooms. Gotta love indoor plumbing.
Take it from me; don’t forget to wipe the seat first.

There are port-a-potties out closer to the tent area and quite a hike from the Welcome Center. I peeked into a couple of them and they weren’t too bad. Even with regular maintenance, you never know what surprises could lurk inside. The two handicapped port-a-potties are located way out in the tent area, the handicapped accessible tent area I presume?



MICHAEL’S STORY

Michael suffers constant chronic pain, with both hips replaced, osteoporosis, scoliosis and Osteogenesis imperfecta (OI)

Definition
Osteogenesis imperfecta (OI) is a genetic disorder characterized by bones that break easily, often from little or no apparent cause. A classification system of different types of OI is commonly used to help describe how severely a person with OI is affected. For example, a person may have just a few or as many as several hundred fractures in a lifetime.

Recommending a person in fragile health go to Grace Marketplace is tantamount to condemning them to death row. It’s not a place for sissies. Michael is not a criminal or drug addict. He is charming, compassionate, and intelligent, has a great sense of humor and is a highly sensitive person who has a lot of wisdom about life to share. He has been a target for bullies all his life, and is not quick to defend himself. It’s often hard for him to express himself with words, especially when dealing with insensitive folks. He is especially shy about situations that involve authority and/or bureaucratic BS. So naturally, he took the suggestion of the nice people at the hospital, and rode the bus to Graceland.

Now after 14 months of austerity, having lots of stuff stolen, (including the back brace the hospital discharged him with) Michael continues to live his life as best he can. He was dreading the verdict about whether he could stay on after a year or be kicked out. On Tuesday January 26, 2016, his caseworker Jeff, the gentle giant, informed him it was over. He had to choose between assisted living or an apartment. Michael was overwhelmed with dismay and terror at the prospect of ending back on the streets. Jeff wanted an immediate answer right away. Michael, in shock about it managed to ask for another day. He could have easily answered, he absolutely DOES NOT want assisted living, but the news of eviction from the dorm was overwhelming.

The meeting the next day was not scheduled, Jeff just says sometime tomorrow and Michael waits where he always sits in the Welcome Center for the dreaded meeting, not knowing what to expect. He begged someone to go with him, preferable me. But I couldn’t take off work for a meeting that might not even happen. Scott was gone and Maria said she would go, but since we don’t have a time, she was also not to be found whenever Jeff did arrive for the meeting. Michael told him at the start he wanted someone else there. Jeff bullied him into proceeding anyway, and then told him to sign this thing called a BEHAVIORAL CONTRACT or he was out that very day.

 
BEHAVIORAL CONTRACT Michael was bullied into signing. 

BEHAVIORAL CONTRACT
I, Michael Davis acknowledge the fact that I have been in the Dorm for over a year and it is time to move on from Grace. I have been given 10 days to find suitable housing. By 10 days it means the days my case manager is working and does not include weekends and days the office are closed. I acknowledge that my Case manager will be working with me in depth to find housing. If I fail to work with the Case manager in any fashion my time in the dorm will come to an end. This does not mean that Michael Davis can not receive any services or get a spot in the pavilion however Dorm stay has reached its maximum time allowed. This contract goes into effect 1-27-2016 my exit date is 2-15-2016

Before I knew of the Behavioral Contract, I had the opportunity to talk with Jeff who wholeheartedly assured me they were NOT going to kick him out of the dorm before adequate housing was located. He was bald faced lying to me. The eviction date was set. It sounds to me like they plan on putting him in the Pavilion, whether or not Jeff succeeds in locating housing. Knowing that Jeff is a dishonest, uncaring person who can barely write a ‘legal’ contract (Michael tells me Jeff had made 2 or three attempts at writing this that got discarded prior to this one. I wonder about his education, qualifications, experience or training to prepare him as a case manager.  

In a desperate hope that maybe this was just some kind of misunderstanding or mistake and if someone higher up was contacted, we could work it out, I sent the following email.

from:    Grandma KoKo <gmakoko@gmail.com>
to:        Acchh.ed@gmail.com
date:     Wed, Jan 27, 2016 at 8:09 AM
subject: Grace Marketplace

Am writing to ask for your assistance. I have been homeless and living in my van for over a year. Just before new year I arrived in Gainesville and found Grace Marketplace, also found a great job north of town. So I plan to stay for the winter before I return to my hometown in Michigan.

During the weeks I have been at 'Graceland' I have witnessed many things as you can imagine. What I found out yesterday takes the prize for sinking to low levels of human depravity. An elderly handicapped, gentleman in a wheelchair, who has been there a year without 'Grace' being able to help him find housing was told yesterday that his time is up. He has ten days before he is turned back out into the streets. Imagine how worried he is about that.

Grace Marketplace has had a year to work with him and has failed to help him find something else. He doesn't know what to do. Frankly, my best advice is that he become suicidal, (quite understandable given his circumstance), and take a ride to the 'looney bin' where he will enjoy much better accommodations. Perhaps people there will be better equipped to help him find housing.

First of all he is starving like in a concentration camp. It is hard for him to get going in time for breakfast M-F and if it is raining he fears the raindrops will short out his motorized chair. So he misses breakfast and gets along on crackers and crumbs. He used to enjoy his dinner before a Nazi staff member decided to harass him about getting done with dinner at a certain time. She has threatened him and punished him by locking access to his wheelchair. He is so nervous about the harassment that it's hard for him to eat. He needs three square meals a day.

If any staff in a nursing home was found to deprive a person of their wheelchair as punishment, that is called elder abuse and we talk about resident's rights. The staff responsible should be fired immediately at the very least. Here at Grace it is simply called a domestic dispute. Despite filling out grievance forms and a direct email to Jon, nothing has changed regarding this violation of his civil rights and he continues to be harassed and now kicked out. 

I am literally begging and pleading for some help for this guy.



There was no response to this email. Yet the next day Jeff, his caseworker asked Michael if he was suicidal. I had not discussed my great advice about going to a mental hospital being better than Graceland with Michael. So I knew someone had gotten the email. This first email was sent before Michael was forced to sign the BEHAVIORAL CONTRACT, and before Jeff lied to me about not evicting Michael.

What follows is the next email I sent. This one got a brief and terse response, the only response to date I have received from anyone representing Grace Marketplace. The response directly follows the email.

from:    Grandma KoKo <gmakoko@gmail.com>
to:        Acchh.ed@gmail.com
date:     Thu, Jan 28, 2016 at 8:22 AM
subject: Michael at Grace

Hello Again, it’s me Grandma KoKo
I know you received the email I sent yesterday despite getting no response from you. So I will continue to attempt to communicate with this email.

Michael was apprehensive the night before about his meeting with Jeff on January 27, 2016. He desperately wanted someone to accompany him. Clearly he doesn’t feel Jeff is in his corner. When I arrived at the Welcome Center he was troubled but unwilling to talk about the problem in the busy noisy WC.

When I asked how it went he indicated not good, he surreptitiously indicated that something even more horrible had happened, but I had to wait until later to hear about it.

As it turned out Jeff came to the Welcome Center and I was able to talk with him. Jeff assured me Michael was not going to be expelled from the dorm before adequate housing was provided.

Sharing this with Michael didn’t reassure him. Later he talked about the horrible thing. It was that Jeff had betrayed him (my words) by talking with another client about the plans for his moving out. Michael was not ready to announce to ‘the community’ about this. He thought what they talked about was confidential and Jeff should not have done this.

Then we talked about the Behavioral Contract that he said he had been forced to sign under the threat of being expelled from the dorm that very day if he didn’t sign it. After reading that contract I myself am not reassured that he is not still under threat of having to move out of the dorm before his home is ready for him. .

I am asking you to respond to this email and I am asking you to state in writing that you are not intending to force him to leave the dorm before adequate housing is secured for him.

I assume since you expect this to happen in 10 business days that everything is already lined up and all he has to do is choose which apartment he wants. I also assume that a working budget has been planned for him. I would like to see that budget plan if possible. I know how long it can take to make this happen.

I am also offering to work with you to assist in his smooth transition out of Graceland.

Carolyn Maple ‘Grandma KoKo’
my phone number



from:    Executive Director <acchh.ed@gmail.com>
to:        Grandma KoKo <gmakoko@gmail.com>
date:     Thu, Jan 28, 2016 at 9:31 AM
subject: Re: Michael at Grace
mailed-by:        gmail.com

Good morning,

I relayed your concerns to our case managers. I am not at liberty to discuss our guests with others.

Theresa
--
Theresa

Theresa Lowe, Executive Director
Alachua County Coalition for the Homeless and Hungry, Inc.
dba North Central Florida Coalition for the Homeless and Hungry
3055 NE 28th Drive
Gainesville, FL 32609
(352) 792-0800
FAX: (352) 505-3977
acchh.ed@gmail.com
www.acchh.org
Serving Alachua, Bradford, Gilchrist, Levy and Putnam Counties

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On Friday I prepared an authorization to release information form. Michael signed it and I delivered it. On Sunday I happened to find Jeff on site. He was reluctant to speak with me. He venomously restated the Michael was out on the 15th of February. He said he was still checking but he didn’t think I could be Michaels advocate because I am also a client. Note: I really don’t know what to call myself, client, resident, or what? I can tell you I sure don’t feel like a guest, as Theresa Lowe chooses to call us. On Sunday I sent the following email. No surprise it got no response to date.

from:    Grandma KoKo <gmakoko@gmail.com>
to:        Acchh.ed@gmail.com
date:     Sun, Jan 31, 2016 at 6:29 AM
subject: finding a home for Michael Davis

Dear Executive Director for Grace Marketplace,

There has been no response from the case management at Grace Marketplace, so I will continue to communicate directly to you.

I am pleading and begging you for mercy. Do not continue to terrorize this gentle soul with your threat of eviction.

The so-called Behavioral Agreement he was forced to sign (by threat of eviction that very day if he didn't sign) Wed, January 27, 2016. Michael clearly stated to Jeff, his case worker that he wanted to have someone else present with him.

 I wanted to be there but the meeting was never scheduled. The day before Michael was told by Jeff there would be a meeting about ending his over a year stay in the dormitory. There was no set time, just sometime that day. In the past I had experienced a staff say there would be a meeting at some nebulous time, like 'in the morning' The meeting never happened. So there was no way of knowing when or if this meeting would occur.

Michael thought the Behavioral Agreement meant he needed to be doing something every day or he would be kicked out sooner than the February 15 deadline. He thought Jeff would be taking him out to look at apartments on Thursday, the next day. He waited all day for Jeff. The only contact from Jeff was that he stopped into the Welcome Center and asked Michael if he wanted to talk. Michael said no.

So Michael thinks because he isn't doing anything he will be evicted any day. Each night he asks me to stay until he checks in to be sure he has a bed.

In order to better understand the situation I request to see any records you have about his approximately 14 month stay as a guest at Grace Marketplace.

I had the opportunity to contact Occupy Gainesville. Perhaps they can help secure adequate housing for Michael. I, personally am not confident that Jeff -the gentle giant- will be successful in his quest to find Michael a home before Feb. 15.

Sincerely,

Carolyn Maple


I have not sent anymore emails, what’s the point?

Next I’d like to share more about another way the staff and management have been harassing Michael. Back in November of 2015 a staff member had withheld Michael’s wheelchair to punish him. A grievance form had been filled out at that time, the response to the grievance indicated that Michael really does have to follow the ‘rules’. End of story. No concern for his wheelchair problem or that this means he has about 15 minutes to eat his dinner in order to comply.

I was present on Tuesday, January 19, 2016 when his wheelchair was withheld for punishment. I called 911 and sent Jon DeCarmine the following email. I have worked in a nursing home and know this is unacceptable, possibly illegal. I assumed Jon would address this problem quickly. It turns out he walked by the dining hall at breakfast time the very next morning and someone pointed him out so I went to meet him and engage him in conversation about this. He said he got the email but was too busy with putting kids to bed and such to have given it any attention. He said, ‘Do me a favor and fill out a grievance form’. His demeanor was cold and uncaring. He didn’t really give a flying fig. I knew the request for a grievance form meant he wasn’t going to do anything about it. I didn’t know at that time about the previous incident and grievance form receiving no resolution.

The grievance form I did file will explain things in more detail and is included directly after the email to Jon.


Grandma KoKo <gmakoko@gmail.com>
to:        jdecarmine@gracemarketplace.org
date:     Tue, Jan 19, 2016 at 7:21 PM
subject: incident 1-19-16 at the Welcome center
Dear Jon,
Am writing to share the incident/disturbance that occurred tonight. Michael our elderly handicapped client who depends on his motorized wheelchair was harassed by Angelica. She refused to let him get it after dinner. Apparently she enjoys treating a small person like he is a naughty school boy.
He leaves his chair in the welcome center to keep it safe. The dining hall is not wheelchair friendly and he does not have room to maneuver in there. So he walks to the dining hall. His chair has his stuff so he can't leave it outside or his stuff could get stolen. Angelica is the only staff that gives him grief about this.
Am writing to tell you the story and to ask for help. Michael should be allowed to enjoy his dinner without rushing to meet her deadline. I'm sure together we can find a better way.
thank you,
Grandma KoKo
aka Carolyn Maple


Grievance and incident report  1-19-16  6:30 pm.

Brief description of incident as handwritten on the official NCFCHH/GRACE Marketplace Grievance Form

On Tuesday 1-19-2016 when Michael came to the Welcome Center to retrieve his motorized chair the door was locked and he was denied access to his chair. This is illegal, it is called elder abuse among other things. 911 was called at 6:40 by myself. Officer Meek was dispatched. He allowed Michael to get his chair. Angelica has harassed and threatened Michael on previous occasions regarding this issue. She continued to terrorize him later the same evening by threatening him with a meeting in the morning that was in fact fictional. She intentionally lied to him.

More details are attached.


Content of more details:
 On January 19, 2016 Michael was denied access to his motorized vehicle. A staff named Angelica was holding it hostage to punish him. She and she alone among the staff decided to harass Michael by insisting he move his cart by a certain time. Michael is a peaceful, gentle person, who simply wants to eat his supper with friends. Grace Marketplace is not equipped to adequately accommodate the needs of the handicapped client population.

Just a night or two before this incident, I had witnessed Michael returning from dinner to retrieve his motorized chair. Angelica met him at the door and verbally assaulted him. Michael is a mild mannered person who tries hard to follow the rules and not make trouble. Angelica treated him like he was a naughty child and her tone of voice was like a schoolmarm scolding a wayward child. At first I thought she was joking with him, but it quickly became apparent that she was in earnest. She said something like this “Now Michael, you know you HAVE to get your chair before we clean. You’ve been told repeatedly and you better shape up! Don’t let this happen again. You are handicapped so you can just go to the front of the line early, get your food and be done in time.”

I was shocked and appalled that something as insignificant as him coming in a few minutes after they start cleaning to get his chair should be any problem at all. According to Michael, none of the other staff have talked to him about this or prevented him from getting his chair. They start cleaning at the bathrooms on the other side of the room anyway.

On January 19, 2016, the night of the incident, Michael arrived very close to 6:30. Yet the door was locked. I knocked and the volunteer inside cleaning seemed flustered, but did not open the door. I continued to knock louder. The volunteer went to Mission Control, (the little office for staff in the Welcome Center) briefly to consult Angelica then returned to work by the door, ignoring me. I continued to bang on the door, after a long pause Angelica emerged from Mission Control and seems to ignore my pounding. I continued to pound and call, even after she waved dismissively at me. I directly asked her to open the door. She refused. I walked around the building to the open front entrance and spoke to her directly, rather than attempting to communicate through the locked door. After speaking with her, it took me a few minutes to find my phone to call 911 for assistance. The call was placed at 6:40.

Officer Meek arrived shortly and first consulted with Angelica. Then both Angelica and the Officer spoke with Michael. Angelica made it seem like Michael was deliberately not following ‘the rules’, when in reality there is no rule about this and Michael is an elder, disabled, slow moving gentleman who would enjoy having more than 15 minutes to eat his dinner. Michael manages to keep a cheerful and compassionate nature, despite his crippling pain and meager circumstance. He is well loved by so many. Michael was reminded by the officer that he doesn’t have to be here at Grace Marketplace. What a terrible thing to have said to him. Last I knew, homelessness is not a choice. Imagine how Michael felt being caught in the center of this chaotic storm, with a covert threat of being expelled from the compound. This incident comes while Michael is worried about getting kicked out anyway, not knowing if Grace would let him stay longer than a year. Michael feared the wheelchair ruckus would result in him being kicked out.

After the additional haranguing by the Officer, who later called it a domestic dispute, and  Angelica gloating because she feels somehow this justifies her cruelty; Michael was allowed to get his chair. Please note that in all this time Michael had been left standing.

Michael moved out in his chair by the back bench where he usually sits while they clean the Welcome Center for about an hour. Before long Angelica comes out to authoritatively say, “We’re having a meeting tomorrow morning, you, me and Ariel.” Angelica doesn’t provide a time or place for the meeting, only the threat. Michael was not looking forward to more humiliation and reprimand implicit at such a meeting. The next day we ascertained that Ariel knew nothing of such a meeting. Turns out it was cruel, falsehood concocted by Angelica alone. There was no meeting or any additional mention of it. Everything swept under the rug.

Michael was shaken by the incident and the police attention. (Not to mention being center show at the Graceland Welcome Center. Lots of people watching the goings-on) He thanked the officer repeatedly.

He was terrified at the prospect of the fictional meeting in the morning.

Next I’d like to explain a little more about the situation with his wheelchair and dinnertime by explaining more about suppertime at Graceland.

On Friday night January 22, 2016, the doors opened to begin serving about 5:45.  People stand in line outside. There is a separate line for the handicapped and they go first. The other line was already quite long. When the doors open there is more commotion than if a person waits until later. It is my preference, as well as many others to wait until the line gets down. Avoid the hubbub. Many people get their food and take it somewhere else, and that’s a good thing because the dining hall could not seat but a fraction of the meals served.

So Michael prefers to wait until the line is shorter. Then he walks over, leaving his wheelchair in the Welcome Center, moves toward the front of the line. Even with entering the line near the front he is still standing for a while before he gets through the line and seated. It would be swell if he could simply drive his chair over to the dining hall, but the space is very cramped and hard for even regular chairs to get thru. His motorized cart needs room to maneuver.

So on this night of January 22, 2016, I timed things exactly to give an accurate report. Michael headed over earlier than he might have and even so, by the time he got through the line and seated it was 6:10pm. Keep in mind it is an effort for him to walk over and stand so he likes to have a minute to settle and catch his breath. Michael is always joined by his friends and it is nice to be able to share some social time over dinner. Instead of being able to enjoy his dinner, Michael is nervous about the time, watching the clock, wondering if Angelica is working. Angelica wasn’t working, but at 6:30 promptly the staff closes the kitchen, asking people to leave so they can start cleaning. As it turned out that night they didn’t start cleaning the Welcome Center until after 7:00pm.

Michael would prefer to have his chair with him for dinner, but since he has to leave it somewhere, better in the Welcome Center than outside, because of the possibility of theft.

Possible solutions:
  1. Simply allow him to leave his chair in the Welcome Center until he gets done with dinner. This solution, while not optimal has worked well for some time, until Angelica made a big deal about it.

  1. Make a way for him to ride his chair to dinner.

  1. Change the time for cleaning the Welcome Center. Perhaps it should be at least an hour and a half after dinner is served, or an entirely different time. I wonder how the schedule for cleaning was decided. It seems to me and many others that right after dinner is a bad time.

Thank you for reading this, I hope and pray that you will find a speedy solution to this problem.


In closing I want to thank every brave soul who has read this far. I have many ideas about how to make Graceland a much better place. Thinking about calling it KoKo’s wish list; making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who’s naughty or nice.  

This is but one of many stories about people ‘evicted’ from ‘Grace’. There will be more to come on telling stories.

I am your scout and this is my report.


Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Turtle's Song

by Grandma KoKo author of More to Come, Part 1 is available.

Imagine living without needing to pay rent, mortgage (modified form of rent) or other kind of indebtedness or servitude. The Earth is our source-parent, who will provide. The earth is so bountiful, so rich, ripe and ready to give of the spectacular, diversified bounty. Imagine that! All of Earth as a NO RENT district.

This is my turtle’s song, carrying the home, protected place of familiar comfort, everywhere it goes.


In March of 2015 when it became apparent that Gma KoKo could sleep in her van, she got a twin bed mattress from Bibles for Mexico, a thrift shop in Holland MI. It’s a very comfortable mattress for $35 and the right choice for life in the Turtle Van. Home base is South Haven Michigan, so things seemed good to go. Ah, silly grasshopper, why worry about winter?

A little background that brings us to this place.

Sometime in early 2014, over a year before, a quickening began to well up within Gma KoKo and ideas started pouring in. Among them was the idea-knowing that She is magnificent. Imagine that? You, who are reading this, are also amazingly magnificent. The shear fact, the knowing, that ‘I’ exist is enough. We don’t have to say. “I believe I may exist” or “Won’t know for sure until science proves it.” What we feel/know deep in our hearts does not need ‘proof’. Powered by a belief in her own more authentic self came a longing to live into that, finding time and energy to express more creative aspects. By opening to that, she moved into the stream of the flow, transition - caterpillar to butterfly. In that way Turtle Van offers the cocoon to allow the majik of morph. Metamorphosis, Turtle Sings, walking slow on land, dreams of swimming in the sea.


Our Deepest Fear —Marianne Williamson
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”


In the past Gma KoKo’s creative self cried and begged to be more active, but the fear of being small held her in check. THE BIGGER EXCUSE went like this. Have to work for a living, no time for fun and games. The other reality was that after working for a living there was damn little energy (life juice), left for anything, especially trivialities like artistic/creative aspirations.

Literally, as we rang in the new year of 2014, she started feeling ‘something more’, and it felt great along with being more than a little awkward.  It was hard to talk about, so she mostly kept it to herself. In retrospect, she was becoming more sensitive. Her heart was opening and the intensity of the emotional information was overpowering. Her previous way of being had involved more logic than emotion. This ‘awakening of grace’ is a longer story for later.  

What’s important here is that she made a conscious decision to nurture and ‘groove with’ her own ‘bigger’ authentic self. Putting this purpose first; Conscious Evolution, how’s that for a concept? She was busting at the seams to have a chance to be creative, to live into the reason for her birth. What does that even mean? She wasn’t sure, but she knew there was no turning back and it had something to do with living into the shift. She felt like a stranger in a strange new land, with shades of feeling like a newborn baby. Like in the movie Avatar, when the main character, who has a crippled body, wakes up in a different land and in a different body that can not only walk but run. Believe this, she didn’t want to go back. It was like drawing the ‘get out of jail free card’ (reference to the game Monopoly). Drawing from folklore, she felt like a Selkie finding her skin and the way to return to the sea. Selkie may be defined as a mythical creature that looks like a seal in water but assumes human form on land. Seal shape-shifters similar to the selkie exist in the folklore of many cultures.

Painting by Jessica Shirley
http://jessicashirley.blogspot.co.uk/2011/03/selkie-girl.html

Turns out her intuition was sharpening up and providing direction, her main preoccupation was to allow it. Like a blind person feeling her way in the dark, it was a bumpy ride. Basically, it was clear that she needed to let go of all EXTRA material entanglements. It took her most of the year 2014 to sell, give away or trash the large amount of things, including the ‘doom store’. She had collected a lot of stuff for TEOTWAWKI, (the end of the world as we know it), along with just plain being a hoarder, liking to collect things. She still had boxes of unsorted things from her parent’s home, they were hoarders, so she comes by it ‘honestly’.  Ha ha.

Most important was growing her creative self, tending the garden of what to water and grow and what to let go of. Granting her-self permission to be creative wasn’t at all like an on/off switch. In retrospect, parts of it were excruciatingly painful, like deep surgery with a long period of restorative recuperation. Clearing, cleaning, sanitizing the inner landscape is not for sissies. None the less, the way forward was made clear inch by inch.


In March of 2015, Gma KoKo found Turtle Van and the $35 mattress, and she moved into her teeny tiny Turtle Van. Rather than looking for one place to call home, Gma KoKo is longing to ‘gather the tribe’, find the people who can and will step up to make a difference. Rather than calling any one scrap of land, home and possessing it, she longs to ‘marry the earth’ to commune with the essence of the planet of her birth. Turtle song is calling the earth, ‘love me as I love you’, walk many paths, pass through mountains and valleys, experience the heartbeat of Grandmother Turtle. In many people’s mythology the world is said to rest on the back of a turtle. By taking the slow track at turtle speed we allow our observation of human, animal and plant relationships to remind us of a time when human life was in balance with the earth’s offerings and rhythms of seasonal rounds. In some traditions Grandmother Turtle is said to carry the teaching of truth.

Some Native Americans refer to the earth as Turtle Island.

The Legend of Grandmother Turtle

There is a creation story, told by the Native Americans about how the earth was formed. The earth was covered in water and when the animals grew tired of flying and swimming, it was the wisest of them, Grandmother Turtle, who swam to the bottom of the ocean and brought dirt to the surface, a gift from the creator. As each animal took some dirt and placed it on Grandmother Turtle’s back, she grew large enough to become the land we rest on. The story goes that turtles are slow because they carry the weight of the world on their backs.

Grandmother Turtle by Dorrie Joy

Turtle Totem or Spirit Animal

The turtle totem wisdom teaches us about walking our path in peace and sticking to it with determination and serenity. Slow moving on earth, yet also incredibly fast and agile in water, those who have the turtle as totem or spirit animal may be encouraged to take a break in their busy lives and look around or within themselves for more grounded, long-lasting solutions. Traditionally, the turtle is symbolic of the way of peace, whether it’s inviting us to cultivate peace of mind or a peaceful relationship with our environment.
By Elena Harris, SpiritAnimal.info Editor


In closing, will share a poem Gma KoKo wrote as she understood the calling.

Who is she?

Who is she who would marry the wind?
That woman is my sister for I shall marry the earth.

She who is…running with the wind, running with the wolves, running on empty.
She who is…tangled in the branches whipped by the wind, left for dead, left alone.
The wind is a harsh mistress, she is fickle, both male and female
An element such like the wind can whip up a storm and leave one in the dust.
Yet all the fury retreats in the lull of the duldrum, when the wind takes his time,
Moving slowly, purposefully, whispering, be mine, beyond time.
Most would give wind no notice, but for the woman who has fallen in love
There is no release from the charms of the motion of air.

Here I am, in love with the earth, my life entwined, my heart exposed
Here am I, filled with the pain, sensing her heartbeat, knowing her glory
The earth is a cold hard lover, fixated on the long haul.
An element such like the earth can move mountains and spit flames
Yet her sincere fecundity and succulent offerings overflow
From her endless bosom, from her sacred heart of secret knowing.
In this grace of the ages I take refuge and comfort, as lovers do.

I am not worthy, but I claim to be lover of the earth
I claim to take her to my bed and make endless love with
Her sweet earth-dirt crumbling through my hands
I claim to love her more than my own life,
I claim to love her more than your life.
This love we share, the earth and I, is more real than any other.
There is more than enough for my love and I on this planet of love.

In the name of love, in the name of my love for my own spouse
I stand to protect her from all who would harm her,
Whether done in knowing or done unknowingly,
The harm must stop, the earth has had enough.

The buck stops here

Literally

From hence forward all who harm the earth will suffer and become less dense.
All who seek to profit by her pain will find her pain on their own front door.
Those who would lay bare her surface to waste in the grist mill of profit.
Will find that already their boat is leaky and time has passed them by.

All who celebrate the earth and move to bless and heal her surface
Restoring what can be from the festering wounds.
All who whisper her words of encouragement, and cry along with her pain
Will join hands in knowing that our sweet lover, the earth is in good hands, ours.

We who rise above the clatter of shallow empty distractions
Will lead the way to finding the source in all our relations.
There is no stronger love than the mothers and the lovers.
Only love can heal the planet of love. 

Grandma KoKo - Spring 2015


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Days of Plundering are Over

by Grandma KoKo author of More to Come, Part 1 is available.

Plunder, pillage, loot, rob, raid, ransack, despoil, strip, ravage, lay waste, devastate, sack, rape. 

There are two ways to acquire wealth, and only two – production, or plunder. 

You either create something of value for others, or you take it away.


Painting of Columbia symbolizing Manifest Destiny called "American Progress," by John Gast, 1872

I feel sorry for the young people who have been raised to be plunderers. Their species of creature is already endangered and soon to be extinct. Sadly this dominator-plundering culture is devouring its own self. I also feel sorry for me. I am a somewhat older person who has been raised to be a good plunderer, yet now I want to find a way out of that reality.

I recently had the opportunity to meet and speak with a couple of young men in their early twenties. They were both in a place of not wanting to live as a plunderer. One had worked in sales in the big city and hated it. Both had started college and not found happiness there so they were exploring a more sustainable lifestyle by using WWOOF and visiting homesteads in order to learn more about organic growing and homesteading.

I love the optimism of youth, so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Our young plunderers are taught, as I was, that they are entitled to a life of ease, regardless of any inconvenience, trouble or even death of others. As long as the plunderer is comfortable, then all is right with the world. Nature is viewed as something to provide goods for the plunderer after it has been dominated. Add to that the belief that any “problem” caused by other people or nature itself can be readily and easily solved-fixed by yet another marvelous tech-no-fix.

One thing that stood out in their approach to learning about growing your own and homesteading was the over-riding interest in how to make a profit. One was planning to grow hemp whenever that may become legal. They were not asking the more interesting questions. How do we manage the land in right relation to nature? How do we grow food that will be nourishing and contribute to health and happiness? How to we live in a new and better way as community rather than separate individuals? The plunderer mentality assures us that if we have lots of money or rather enough money (Is there ever enough? Do you know anyone who says they have enough money?) then all other things, like happiness and love and good food will be possible.

By focusing on how to make a profit they simply want to continue the plundering lifestyle as a country gentleman, countrified gentry. The only way to do that is with slaves. The plunderer always requires slaves, preferable friendly, happy slaves who work hard for little reward.

A Society of Plunder
As a parasitic society falls from the festering corruption of systematic legal plunder, the number of parasites grows while the number of producers falls, until the producers can no longer sustain the parasites – and then society falls apart.

 They feel the earth calling them to leave behind this false sense of security created by the plundering culture and the worship of money. Having been raised to live among the wealthy and eat at the plunderers table it’s hard to imagine another way. Yet the young ones are finding not only are there fewer and fewer seats available at that feasting table, the food offered there tastes nasty and offers little nourishment for either body, mind or soul.

So the young plunderer is faced with a dilemma. The path before them should they continue as the plunderer they were raised to be, requires them to harden their heart and loose their soul to the deity of “infinite growth” that promises an opulent lifestyle and ‘better living through chemistry’ tech-no-fixes. They haven’t yet learned that the offer of infinite growth is a limited offer available only to the plunderers who got there first and the plunderers who have lived before now have already taken most all of the resources. Worse still they have left behind a cesspool of trashy mess for the rest of us. They haven’t yet learned that while a few do get rich and fewer still get filthy rich, most of the rest of us get to eat shit and die. Their raising taught them if they just live right and work hard they too can be one of the rich, the American dream is available to everyone, right?

Wrong


It’s time to look for new stories about health and happiness, stories that do not include making money or making a profit. And that means it’s time to look for a different sense of self and a better culture to support our desire to live. It is time to choose, for all of humanity to choose, do we want to live or die? If we choose, collectively, as we now are to continue plundering the earths resources, then that choice leads to certain death for all living things as we now know them.

It’s all about having a different sense of self and the relationship of self to community and planet. Here are a few of the values or memes that shape a cultural milieu.

Dominator Plunderer memes
We are all connected memes
ME ME ME only me and mine are important, not others.
We are all connected.
Nature creates ‘problems’ that need to be fixed.
Nature is the source of all.
We have to ‘fix’ or ‘harness’ nature
We want to live in harmony with Nature.

When I want what you have I can take it because I have more guns and money.
Sharing is caring and together we have enough.
My trash and junk can be left for others to clean up.
First, cause no harm
It’s OK, even expected, to con and manipulate to get what I want.
We want to live in right agreement with all living things, including ourselves.
And the list goes on and on…
Survival of the fittest
It’s a dog eat dog world
Children are meant to be seen and not heard.
Spare the rod and spoil the child


Cooperation, caring and compassion light our way.

I know what the young people will find as they move to approach ‘right livelihood’ in the good ‘ole USofA. They will find laws and economic sanctions that make it almost impossible to proceed with almost everything important about what really needs to be happening. The list is long. There are laws preventing building ‘by hand’ using natural materials. There are laws against all kinds of natural things like raw milk, growing your own, even collection rain water or wanting to live off grid. Joel Salatin wrote a book published Sep 17, 2007 called ‘Everything I Want To Do Is Illegal: War Stories from the Local Food Front’.

  
Fight for the Right to Grow Food: Orlando Man Cited for Illegal Gardening

Local food production can’t compete in making a profit because of so much cultural-government support and economic sanctions for Corporate Farming also known as Big Ag (Big Agriculture). If we simply had a level playing field, meaning no subsidies and support for Big Ag and remove the oppression towards family run homesteads and small farms. The current practices of Big Ag are inhumane, nasty, and wasteful; they require large amounts of fossil fuel and resources to produce LOTS of GMO corn and soy, and lots of BEEF and bacon. Big Ag alone is responsible for a vast amount of damage to the planet that we are currently experiencing.

If we could level the playing field I propose:

  • Local grown food would cost less than the processed foods that travel thousands of miles before they reach the shelves of your supermarket.
  • Local food could be grown for better taste and appeal, rather than conformity of product and ease of shipping.
  • People eating local food will be healthier and happier.

But the playing field is stacked by the dealer, the dominating plunderer.

As I said before I feel sorry for the young plunderers as they examine their lives and find that walking away from Empire ain’t no easy cake walk. When really I’m feeling sorry for myself as I move, like many others, to simply walk away from empire. I don’t want to be a plunderer any more, but there is so much about the culture that lives on as my own way of being. I don’t believe we can get there as individuals we have to travel there as a culture, all together doing things in a different way.

I know I have great gifts to give and I know that the Universe will rush in to provide and support all that I need to do the ‘mission’ I was born to do. I was born here on earth, as every other baby ever born, for a purpose. I need to learn to express my true authentic humane self, or die. But guess what? There is no steady paycheck – yet – or probably ever, for what I do best. So I’m looking at a life without a steady paycheck, no retirement benefits, no sick leave or paid vacation. “Oh My!”

Lions and tigers and bears, Oh My!

It’s time to look to each other for the courage and wisdom to take care of each other, build community. Local food is our strength for surviving these confusing times of great change.

Joel Salatin and Polyface Farm.
Self-labeled as the "lunatic farmer",
Joel pushes the envelope more than a little in the field of agriculture. 
There is no place like home, and home is this planet, the whole planet. We’ve been wearing the ruby slippers all along. We are born great, complete, whole. Human beings are so much more powerful and creative than we have been taught by the Dominator-Plunderers who want to ‘grow’ slaves and not humans.

We can reclaim our birthright of being created equal. Equal with the universe, equal with the stars, each other and all things great and small, from the tiniest particle of the smallest atom to the biggest galaxy in all of creation, we are all connected and no one thing is more important than another. EQUAL, no one life is more important than another.

These are the questions we need to be asking, and finding more meaningful answers, bigger answers that Dominator-Plunderer can provide:
Who am I?
Where did I come from?
Why am I here?
Where am I going?

Wouldn’t it be great if we could recognize the Dominator-Plunderer aspect as it has encroached into our own psyches? And learn to ‘lovingly’ assist one another to catch the behavior and all its implications. The first step is to identify Plundering thoughts and behaviors in our own self and others. Then we could give it a shorthand and call it D-P, so we could just say, “oh, stop being so d-p, it ain’t cute, not fun anymore.”

Wouldn’t it be even greater to recognize it in our political and economic realm and be able to say, “Just stop already, you big bully”.