Crying

I have never had a radio news story make me cry before this morning, but I could not contain my tears while listening to the KGO810 report on housing evictions in the bay area. They were following sheriffs who's sole job has become evictions, which they must execute with alarming frequency. In fact, they estimate 100 per week and rising. Their job is thankless and heart wrenching, but they cannot allow themselves to feel the human feelings of compassion and understanding because they are there at behest of the bank - an entity which is not human & is, therefore, not subject to human feelings. It does not matter whether or not these individuals are to blame for their current situation because they signed a loan agreement that they could not afford; they are now paying the ultimate price. And where will they go, the officers do not know. Some will likely relocate with family members or to a local family homeless shelter - if they have openings. Many of them will find it difficult to find a place to rent due to their foreclosure history. The worst, however, is the people for whom hope is lost and they cannot fathom going on, like the man who the officers found had committed suicide in his living room rather than face his impending eviction.

My question is, how have we come to this? How have we as a nation moved so far from basic human compassion and hope that we the people silenly slip into the abyss while the government that is suppose to be by & for us holds up and defends those same entities that are leaving us to bleed out on the battlefield? I have no answer, only a dream of change and a slight kernel of hope that things may improve.