Dehumanization of the unhoused. People are your neighbors, they are right there, they're hungry, thirsty, cold, tired, trying to deal and eke out a little joy here and there. I have to try really hard to not spend all of my money and time doing things to stop it. I have trouble imagining forgiving the people who aren't outraged by the fact that someone near them is hungry or unhoused in the first place. Someone they could feed, someone for whom they could come together and provide more stable housing for.

I like to think about how humans have been able to organize themselves and their cultures in different ways. Built societies where the idea of not feeding a hungry person is revolting. And how other forces, primarily capitalist ones, killed them off either directly or through cultural assimilation. And I live in a place where that happened, where that fascistic othering and social murder was imposed by genocide, and the essence of that culture pervades daily life.