On Thursday, I had some time to spend before catching my train home, so I wandered around the buildings near Union Station to be touristy for a bit. I saw some benches sitting in a gorgeous patch of sunlight. Then I noticed that something looked off, like an M.C. Escher sketch.
Each bench had an extra armrest in the middle—a hostile, tacked-on appendage.
These are anti-homeless benches.
Wait—I can hear them. The chorus that screeches, “Well, they shouldn’t sleep there!”
Please. I could quote the Bible (How we treat the least of these… etc. in Matthew 25). I could point out that the property those benches sit on is quite literally, in the most denotative sense, public property.
The problem, of course, is that homeless people are, to folks like city mayors, scary, unsightly, and not conducive to raking in tourist dollars.Now, when you want to rake in the tourist dollars, THIS is what you do. You purchase 120 thousand sheets of 24-karat gold leafing to re-cover the ceiling of the adjacent train station.
I’m not saying the ceiling of Union Station isn’t beautiful. Look. It totally is.I’m just wondering if there isn’t space in this world for more than irony.
The unbelievable expense of coating a ceiling in gold.
The worthlessness of a human body searching for a place to sleep.