(above) This plaque on anti-homeless politician Anne Moran's house in North Adelaide commemorates some non-entity called Stella Remington.
(above) Yet there isn't a plaque remembering those who died while living in the Adelaide CBD Parklands. Linda, who has been living in a tent in the Parklands, is trying to change this by sticking commemorative metal badges remembering people like Guru Tim, onto One Tree.
(above) Is this the 2:00pm drug trolley for ex-homeless elderly people at Ian George Court in Hindmarsh? This is where they sent Zinny from Argentina. She’d sit out front for hours each day, dressed in her long coat, a suitcase at her side, waiting to be picked up by the person who never came.
You can bet that former Anglican Archbishop Ian George won’t end up in a joint like this.
(above) A guard who hides behind the front door emerged from the building ninety seconds after I took this photograph. This semi-prison is where they put senile derelicts after taking control of their welfare payments, and where they douse them up on zombie drugs.
Attracted to the coal face
As police and criminals perform their symbiotic dance, so do welfare bureaucrats and those living in the South Parklands. Bureaucrats working in the homeless scene vicariously experience the raw emotions, injuries and deprivation of homeless people who have become the welfare workers’ quasi-surrogates. These bureaucrats experience the excitement of the coal face without having to endure the hardships and injuries.
Living at the coal face of dystopian society is also enlivening for the underclass, particularly when our alternative is the deadening experience of welfare life in outer suburbia with its television, prescribed medications and raft of all-pervading disincentives to self-achievement.
Yes, for us rare minority, the coal face is the place to be, and those hypocritical welfare workers on salaries should admit the truth of their symbiotic relationship with us. They should be more honest and stop denigrating us by telling the general public they are “helping those with mental or addictive issues” as if we are nothing more than this.
20 February 2016
The old man’s anxiety
The 75-year-old ex-shearer living outside says he’s suffering from depression and anxiety. He can’t find work: no one wants to hire him. He’s also anxious from being awoken repeatedly during the night by “drug users”.
When the He-woman was kicking Lorraine, he told her he’d knock some sense into her if she wasn’t a woman.
He’d lived at Crazy Cottage at Hurtle Square, but found the environment of drug addicts unsettling, and the joint was so dirty. He currently has a case manager at Hutt Street who is “useless, paid for doing nothing”.
I warned him about Ian George Court SRF where the ghouls would destroy a noble man like himself.
About lunch, he caught the free bus to Whitmore Square where he hoped to find somewhere to sleep during the warmth of the day. It was impossible not to admire him.
20 February 2016
Emma in Port Adelaide
A man knew her at Archways Rehabilitation in Port Adelaide. “She’d jump up and down when excited like a child.” Another man said she had a “Fairy way of expressing herself.”
20 February 2016
Adelaide Parklands News
Two men and a woman last Saturday night used a sports building on West Terrace as a windbreak while they slept. Alongside them was a wheelchair, used during the day by one of the sleepers. 19 February 2016
Threat of Legal Action
Salaried employees from a church based welfare group talked about taking legal action against the editor of this website. Then another person within the organisation advised that if they did that then he/she would tell what she/he had seen inside the church organisation. That dampened their litigation urge. 19 February 2016
How many AJs are there?
Ajay is the New Zealand Army Iraq veteran who lives in his van and who can’t collect the dole in Australia. Another AJ is the former cook at St Luke’s Church whom the manager accused of giving him diarrhoea. The third AJ is Aileen Jefferis, a physiotherapist, mother of Trent Jefferis and founder of Ruf Us.
There is also another AJ in the homeless scene. 19 February 2016
Glenelg North News
A man living in the Kingslea Apartments has been upset these past few days after being punched by “a real looney”. He said it was over something as silly as a bicycle, and not connected with the deaths of Steve and Kylie.
The local Council has pasted “Illegal dumping of rubbish” stickers on furniture dumped in front of the apartments. 19 February 2016
Emma sign moved inside
The Emma Hines R.I.P. sign strung outside WestCare is now hanging inside the dining room.
19 February 2016
Nigel didn’t like the “patrons” coming to our Christmas Party last December. He said they “gawked at us”. However, he did single out an old man named Ray, whom he said was a genuine patron and poured money into the Tuesday free meal service. Nigel also respects the volunteers including Paul and his wife, Lisa, who looks so young that he thought she was his daughter.
The white-haired derelict said he’s going to court for sexual harassment of a woman he’s known for seven years. He seemed proud rather than frightened.
Last Tuesday’s meal included pumpkin soup, fresh buns with margarine, fresh fruit salad, coleslaw, potato salad, chicken patties, beef rissoles, lamb chops and sausages. Quite incredible.
Lions Club patrons who supplied the meat stood at the end of the old church building and watched us like some lab experiment, but I suppose they wanted to see if we were real underclass people.
They should have been assured: 95% of the patrons were genuine underclass or very old, and most of the others do voluntary work.
The meal was a little rushed considering what huge efforts were made to produce it. The staff were exceptional, as usual.
19 February 2016
Rapid Relief Team Finally Arrives
The Port Adelaide Rapid Relief Team is supporting a monthly lunch in the dining room back of the UnitingCare Wesley Family Centre at 58 Dale Street, Port Adelaide.
Lunch times are advertised as from 11:00am to 2:00pm, but this usually means the food runs out about noon.
Dates are the last Tuesday each month for 2016 except in December when it is the second Tuesday. The dates are 23 February, 29 March, 26 April, 31 May, 28 June, 26 July, 30 August, 27 September, 25 October, 29 November and the 13th of December.
The Rapid Relief Team should not be confused with the woman who stood on the roundabout at the intersection of Bower and Military Roads at Semaphore South and charged five dollars. 18 February 2016
St Luke's Politics
Sasha has taken over cooking lunches from AJ the man at St Luke’s Church. The fate of AJ the volunteer cook is clouded in vagueness. The most recent reason given for his absence was illness, but the consensus amongst the Gang of Nine is that he won’t be returning despite having fully recovered.
There are two sides to every story, but nevertheless some consternation that a volunteer hasn’t been treated properly. 18 February 2016
Ruf Us gets real
After months of the wrong people grabbing the limited containers of hot food, while those living in the parklands missed out, AJ the physiotherapist has realised there is a problem. 18 February 2016
Housing Trust at murder scene
Two Housing Trust bureaucrats were inside Steve and Kylie’s flat in the Kingslea Apartments on Sandison Terrace in Glenelg North last Tuesday.
An Indian bureaucrat said they were “finalising the property” then she became paranoid and closed the screen door. 18 February 2016
(above) Emma Kate Hines's body was found here on the grass of the South Parklands at the intersection of Morphett Street, Sir Lewis Cohen Drive and South Terrace, Adelaide on Sunday 3 January 2016 at 8:30am by a man walking his dog.
Who’s sleeping where?
The Pilgrim Church stopped camping under their back verandah when a “rough crowd” chased out the pre-existing group of homeless people. Some of these “refugees” moved to the St Luke’s courtyard and joined that group there. But when the “rough crowd” was kicked out of the Pilgrim, they moved to St Luke’s and caused more trouble.
The St Luke’s ‘Gang of Nine’ subsequently decreed that no one could camp on church property, which displaced Lil, Joseph and others who caused no trouble.
This decree dispersed the combined group of “refugees” who now sleep on the public footpath outside St Luke’s, under carports of nearby empty buildings, and in the more dangerous Whitmore Square itself. 16 February 2016
He-woman attacks Lorraine
Lorraine couldn’t shut-up; she never can. Last Saturday on Hutt Street she performed her usual shouting, stamping of feet and running towards others with her arms waving. It takes about 30 seconds to realise she’s not dangerous, just annoying. She riled one man with missing teeth who walked away shouting.
But Lorraine’s big mistake was grabbing a six-pack of drinks from the He-woman then dropping them to the ground. The cans rolled across the bitumen, and so did Lorraine when the He-woman grabbed and punched her to the ground then viciously dropped her 120kgs of body weight onto the thin Lorraine, then kicked and stomped on her.
The blows weren’t killer blows, but the shocked Lorraine still fled across the street. When an old man from Ruf Us tried to intervene, the He-woman appeared to jab him in the face.
The police questioned both women then left, leaving the Ruf Us crowd amazed the He-woman hadn’t been arrested for aggravated assault. One cynic said the police thought if two homeless women killed each other that would solve a problem.
After the He-woman disappeared up Gilbert Street, Lorraine returned, crying a little, subdued, but not unduly shocked. She’s never short of cuts and bruises.
The popular and well-liked Lorraine is loud, angry, absurd, annoying and occasionally touching while the He-woman is ingrained to being alone, an object of hate, and is outwardly immune from self-doubt. Yet she still seeks the company of the tribe.
16 February 2016
Magdalene no good
“It looks good, but it isn’t,” one diner described the Saturday Magdalene Church hall meal. It did look good, with large junks of quality beef. The vegetarian lasagne was horrible: some commercial product with little more than pasta, a sugary sauce and rice flour disguised as cheese. Alongside was boiled-to-buggery white rice and tasty green beans. Desert was an excellent logan berry pie with ice-cream.
There wasn’t any vegetarian soup and the meat soup ran out earlier than usual due to the influx of 25 tribal Aboriginals. They avoided the crowded dining room and sat in the inner and outer laneways, mostly on the bitumen. Quite rightly, most servers abandoned the main room and concentrated on the outside diners, many of whom were new and unsure of themselves.
The Magdalene in Moore Street is a classy joint with its wide range of diners and staff. Its homeless credentials are 100% valid, but the meal is too rushed, and staff sometimes forget that the evening is a social occasion as much as a food source.
16 February 2016
(above) The tree close to where Emma Hines died.
Emma Hines in mortal combat
As Emma slips into homeless mythology, she is remembered as the subdued girl-woman who trembled in dark doorways, stalked by her split personality, Marianne. This Marianne, whose need to satiate her cravings drove her to such hustling that our Emma was left begging of others for forgiveness, asking them to pray for her.
Emma, so invisible in life that few can recollect her appearance, yet she is remembered perfectly. Her presence entered the minds of strangers, unseen, leaving an emotional resonance of angry fists against undeserving flesh; of bruises and scratches and blood; of conscience brooking no weakness.
Emma, in the South Parklands, at midnight, in mortal combat with Marianne, reeling from the final assault, falling to the grass and, blessedly, withdrawing from this world.
15 February 2016
From the Contact Page “Re:Garry (Gazza)
“Still often heard SCREAMING and seen with over-the-shoulder holster GHETTO Blaster...howling yowling Hard Rock at that... good muzikal taste...Garry is true-to-life Stoned Age Man...”
from “Rights Australia” 15 February 2016
Linda from the tent
A woman currently living in the parklands with her husband bought a metal badge that she had engraved commemorating Guru Tim’s life. She will attach it to ‘One Tree’ in the South Parklands, where the homeless hang out.
Guru Tim was the small man with long matted ginger-coloured hair who walked Adelaide’s streets and got food from rubbish bins. He rarely spoke due to brain damage, but was respected for his quiet endurance. He was “authentic street”. He died two years ago.
Linda plans to have more badges engraved of other deceased campers from the Parklands.
14 February 2016
(above) Those living in the Adelaide CBD parklands are usually exhausted, bitten by mosquitos, disturbed from lack of privacy and safety, and they're dehydrated. They construct little shelters that the welfare theorists label "defensive architecture". This brush enclosure protected two mattresses and blankets.
(above) The Adelaide City Council has a policy of destroying "defensive architecture" and throwing blankets immediately into rubbish bins far from the camping site. Adelaide Lord Mayor Martin Haese's claim that campers are given seven days notice, and after that period the blankets and tents are stored at a council depot, is at best political delusion. That's the nicest way of saying it. The less nice description is that he doesn't care about the truth at all.
The Commercial Derelict
They say the well-spoken man is an ex-lawyer. He denies everything. You can see him dragging seven or eight striped “derro bags” along the ground, or carrying them in a shopping trolley.
He goes to every homeless service; he grabs everything. On some days he collects more used clothing, towels, toiletries and food than he can carry, and leaves them in strategic stashes.
He sleeps outside yet talks of having “caught the bus”. Others observing his technique are becoming increasingly furious. One man said he’s seen this commercial derelict passing his booty through the window of another man’s car. They’ve been seen in a TAB betting agency.
Last week, a large Italian man in a courier’s van pulled up and asked our commercial derelict, “Have you anything to sell me today?”
Yet he’s one of the nicest people in the homeless scene, but is rumored to have a gambling problem.
14 February 2016
Soft Drinks Ban
Piano Player Wayne says that the Basics Card and the Healthy Welfare Card will be re-tooled in July, and that those on welfare in certain Aboriginal Communities won’t be able to buy soft drinks from the 80% of their welfare money excluded from alcohol and gambling, and soon to be, soft drinks.
13 February 2016
Fred’s Van Cafe Elizabeth
A white cloud of smoke burst from the mouth of the older woman wearing the tent dress in the clapped-out Magna. The doors opened and a fleshy teenage girl, a 10-year-old boy of feral appearance and a stick-thin 35-year-old woman emerged. They walked past an old jackeroo waiting outside with his two early-retirement pig hunting dogs, then into Fred’s Van Cafe.
Inside, a derelict-in-the-making mocked each guest as they entered then panicked and pulled sunglasses over his eyes.
The atmosphere was friendly paranoia. A middle-aged couple sat at my table with their backs to me. They weren’t intending to be offensive; that was their world: isolation.
A healthy young man with blue and red facial tattoos talked to a boy that could have been his little brother.
One of the five staff called out, “Hot dogs” and a queue quickly formed at the serving counter. “I’ll wait awhile,” the middle-aged man said. When the boy of feral appearance couldn’t finish his hot dog, the tent dress woman opened a plastic box into which he dropped a half-eaten hot dog.
In subsequent conversation he used the word, “shut-up,” upon which the tent dress lady ordered: “Don’t use that word.” The feral boy began making strange whining animal sounds. “Shut-up,” the old girl said. The feral boy’s face beamed of victory.
The main course was baked vegetable omelette, chickpeas with tuna, and tinned beetroots with fetta and Mediterranean lettuce. It was superb. Desert was cold custard and cake. Staff took food outside to the jackeroo with his pig dogs.
The tent lady’s family put the rest of what they didn’t eat into the plastic container. It was then that I noticed they spoke kindly to each other; no harsh or snide sarcasm.
Fritz or cheese and vegemite sandwiches were offered as we left.
The staff were exemplary in their attitude, but there should be tables placed outside because some homeless people have lost the ability to eat comfortably in a crowded room. They have panic attacks and therefore miss out.
Fred’s Van Cafe 8 Langford Drive, Elizabeth (near the Elizabeth Railway Station carpark) Wednesdays 6:00pm 13 February 2016
Elizabeth East Salvation Army
Eleanor and her classy team have added barbecued zucchini, potatoes and cherry tomatoes for “a couple of vegetarians”, alongside the fried sausages and onions. There was also warm spring water and Coke Zero plus some potatoes and bread on the takeaway table.
An office worker brought out six new blankets then later another four. Guests didn’t grab them greedily, at all. Some were left over. I talked to a couple of diners who are both church workers; one is a Salvation Army soldier.
The Elizabeth East Salvation Army joint is where Major Cynthia Shellenberger serves. She was a pioneer Salvation Army officer in Russia and the Ukraine. She’s also known as Major Schnitzelburger and previously worked at the Norwood Corps. (They’re trying to get her back.)
Salvation Army Free BBQ plus food parcels. Fridays 11:30am to 1:30pm. 39 Kinkaid Road, Elizabeth East. (08) 8252 7196 13 February 2016
Threat to Hutt Street Centre business model
Ian Hitch-Cox is a quasi dance master, ensuring each participant in the Hutt Street Centre plays the correct role.
Throw in a group of drug addicts and a few dangerous dealers and that isn’t a problem. The victims need counseling, housing, rehabilitation, activity therapy, showers, meals: they enhance the business model.
Then disabled Trent Jefferis drops a spanner into the works. He’s not a problem per se until his mother, “AJ” Jefferis, arrives. She brings boxes of hot food on Saturday mornings for those living outside. She’s even made forays into the parklands, carrying her food, looking for Trent.
This threatened the existing homeless business model because she did it for free, completely bi-passing Hutt Street Centre’s paid employees and “approved” volunteer network. She added insult to injury by doing it on Saturday morning outside the locked up and empty Hutt Street Centre.
No wonder an employee met her privately and said that management was spreading unpleasant sexual gossip about her. They had little choice; they couldn’t challenge the goodness of what she was doing for those living in the parklands. 12 February 2016
SAPOL police constable Michael McMorrow’s friendly smile was incongruous in his dressed to kill costume while he snuck about the courtyard, peeking into the old church hall. His eyes followed a woman on an invalid scooter. But was his real interest directed to a friend of John Bunting and Robert Wagner?
Conversation amongst the diners still revolved around Kylie and Steve and their blood splattered unit. And the $100,000 renovation of the kitchen, that no one likes, yet. “Churches sure have money,” a man who dresses from clothing he finds in rubbish bins, laughed.
The pasta soup had a mild acidic taste that I like. The minestrone soup with meat looked even better. There was also margarined buns and fresh fruit salad. The small instalment of milk for the coffee ran out and took a few minutes to replenish, as usual. Staff don’t want it drank like water.
Reverend Adam Tretheway’s words of wisdom barely penetrated the din of diners more interested in talking to each other, which gave his words the more impact as they weren’t encased in carnal dominance.
The free food room had little except for plenty of fresh bread. 12 February 2016
Free Food Market Day
There wasn’t any fighting. Not much to fight over. Fruit and vegetables were dismal: cucumbers stinking of rot, mouldy carrots, decent tomatoes on the edge. There was plenty of good bread, Jamie Oliver rice, teabags, tinned salmon and a mountain of Cruskits, Wheat Bix and Tim Tams. The Nanno’s Nibbles had an unpleasant rotting odour. Not much soft drinks. No milk. The coffee and pastries were excellent.
The new Lieutenant with the strange earrings was impressed by the scenario, but escaped with Captain Matt Reeves to a café on Flinders Street. They could have saved three dollars apiece with the free coffee on the Army verandah. There was plenty of room.
Apart from Mrs Telstra scratching Joeline-Joeline, everything went smoothly.
But it was Janus who left the deepest impression, the next day. He’s in his seventies, sick, in constant pain, unhappy, lives in his 25-year-old clapped-out Land Cruiser. Most of all, he’s insecure. So much so that he avoided the free food Market Day because of minor conflict last year with Mrs Judith Telstra. 12 February 2016
Lance Armstrong injures neck
Known for his courage in jumping red lights, sideswiping cars and going for tumbles in races, 70-year-old Lance was last weekend walking about with an old towel around his neck. He fell asleep at home, while sitting in a chair, and his head fell forward, injuring his neck. He thinks something might have been “ripped”.
Nurse Natalie advised him to visit a doctor if the injury hadn’t gotten better with 24 hours. 12 February 2016
(above) Disturbed by the rank odour of rotting meat, "two young kids" from unit 27 broke through a back window of unit 25 and discovered Steve and Kylie's bloodied bodies. They took photographs, which they showed to neighbours.
(above) Drugs were a way of life for Kylie and Steve. Kylie had been a police officer and knew how to both intimidate dealers and avoid the police. But nothing could protect the couple from Kylie's anger and sharp knife.
Why Kylie slit Steve’s throat
Kylie was never accepted by other tenants at the Kingslea Apartments in Glenelg North, according to a female friend of the couple. Kylie’s former career with the police made her somewhat incompatible with other tenants, especially those associated with the “Clued-up Drug Dealer,” who operates from the Hutt Street Centre.
A former drug addict claims to have been planted with drugs by Kylie shortly before she resigned from SAPOL.
When asked what Kylie was like, a female tenant said, “An ex-copper,” and after much prompting, added, “She was alright when she was straight, but not often.”
Kylie compromised her career, according to their friend, when she formed a sexual relationship with Steve, a no-hoper and petty criminal.
While she sacrificed her career for her attraction to Steve, the feelings weren’t reciprocated. “Steve hung around with prostitutes; he was back on the game,” the friend told me. “That’s why she slit his throat and killed herself.” She was found lying over his legs in their ground floor unit bathroom, not the kitchen as previously reported. “She killed the dog because it was Steve’s dog.”
Kylie allegedly walked up behind Steve and slit his throat ear to ear. Another tenant said he was shown the photographs taken by the “two young kids” after they broke into the dead couple’s flat. He said Steve and Kylie were both “face down in the bathroom with Kylie partly over him.” He said their “throats were cut.” He said the lounge room walls were “covered in blood.”
The bedroom yesterday was piled high with furnishing removed from the lounge room. Large black flies flew about the kitchen. The stench of meat left out of the fridge crept out from under the front door.
The other three tenants in the building have relocated, as has at least one other tenant from another building within the Kingslea Apartments complex.
“Steve and Kylie’s unit was broken into last weekend.” 10 February 2016
Centrelink prepares attack on DSP recipients
A source within Centrelink reports that the federal government has ordered C.E.O. Hank Jongan to re-delegate certain employees in each Centrelink office.
Their new job duty will consist exclusively of interviewing people on Disability Support Payments (DSP). Each employee will be required to interview 12 recipients per shift and cancel payments for at least four of them.
Those removed from DSP will be transferred to either NewStart, or not receive any payments.
The government plans to reduce DSP numbers from 870,000 to 500,000 by December 2016.
The source says this purge will continue independent of the result of the federal election. 9 February 2016
The Snake’s “humble walk”
WestCare boss Ian Townsend adopts an “I’m harmless” mode of walking as he snakes his way towards a person. He walks a few paces, adopts a confused demeanor, turns away, moves a few more steps, appears hesitant then pounces with singular intention on his unsuspecting prey.
He hasn’t mastered the equivalent subtlety in his mental processes, which resemble those of a car salesman.
Similarly to Emma’s response to her self-conflict, he feels remorse, but instead of belting himself mercilessly, he prays to God and asks forgiveness. Ian does his best. 9 February 2016
(above) Emma Kate Hines remembrance plaque at WestCare.
Emma: the last days
Father Christmas saw her
“…in Victoria Square, she’d smack herself in the head; people would come up to her and ask her if she was alright; she’d lie down then later get up and walk off. No one ever called an ambulance, or if they did, none arrived. Maybe they thought, ‘Oh, it’s her again. Why bother?’
She liked to please others, like a child. During her last days, she went to WestCare to serve meals. She’d done that before; people liked her, but this time blood dripped from her ear, from a particularly vicious thumping. When Emma realised how this distressed others, she left.
The Viking Can Collector saw Emma on West Terrace during the last days of her life. He said, “She’d sit with the drunks on the grass, but mostly she was alone, different places, sitting there, alone…a wreck...alone…”
On Sunday morning of the 3rd of January police tape sectioned off two areas near Veale Gardens on South Terrace. A man walking his dog had found Emma’s body on the grass.
Emma Kate Hines R.I.P. 28 April 1977 to 2 January 2016 8 February 2016
(above) In the South Parklands.
Marianne’s (Emma) Summer’s Rain
Through the dusk of fading night she danced her private dance amongst the trees then waved her arms above her head in a flourish of resistance. She crossed Unley Road then around the Japanese Gardens. Patches of wet from last night’s summer rain darkened her grey clothing.
Her characteristic spring of step electrified the morning until the dull thump of bone on bone dragged reality back into the Boxing Day silence in the South Parklands.
But what grace within had covered those hands with white socks from a homeless refuge gift bag.
A hard man sat on the grass off South Terrace, near Herbie on Hutt where the old men sleep in their cars. He talked about his hideout and that soon he’d be getting a Housing Trust unit. We drifted over to the closed Hutt Street Centre to wait for the Cos We Care vans.
Emma Hines hid in a doorway, her face buried in her raised knees. “She’s a strange one,” he said, compassion etched in his hard man voice as we walked further up Hutt Street.
Originally posted 1 January 2016, the day before Emma died.
Ruckus at Ruf Us
A man from Tasmania smelling of alcohol and riding a child’s two-wheeled scooter swung it in the air and threw it against the Hutt Street Centre building.
He threatened to smash people because they were stealing from the homeless. He said, “You have places to live and you’re taking food from the homeless. You should be ashamed of yourself.” He threw his scooter against the wall three more times then pissed off.
When David from Ruf Us brought the Styrofoam box container aluminium containers of hot meat and vegetables, he returned, just as angry.
Someone offered him twenty-dollars. He wouldn’t accept it then said his wife had been diagnosed with cancer the day before and “was vomiting every two minutes” in their tent pitched in the parklands. He began crying and apologised to everyone. With some hot food, he left on his little kid’s scooter and disappeared into the parklands. 8 February 2016
Zulu in jail
Zulu is reportedly in jail for the third time after beating up his wife for the third time. 8 February 2016
Christian Life Centre
Even The Ghost Who Walks couldn’t complain about the sandwiches made by Christian Life Centre, who do the 7:00pm Fred’s Van at Gawler Place every Friday.
The sandwiches were full of meat and cheese and salad vegetables unlike the “thin gruel” sandwiches at the St Vincent de Paul Society Fred’s Van that operates Tuesday to Friday and on Sunday evenings.
8 February 2016
No one found fault with the food last Saturday evening at the Saint Mary Magdalene Church Hall free meal in Moore Street, except Father Christmas.
He consumed two bowls of pumpkin soup, then demanded a third. The “runner” from St Peter’s Girls school brought carrot soup. Father Christmas told her to take it away. She returned with a third bowl of pumpkin soup.
Also, a homeless man said the brownies were “shit”. He said he’d worked eight years as a baker.
There was a variety of main courses including lamb casserole, roast beef, vegetarian stew, beef pasta plus peas, carrots and roast potatoes. No one else complained. A few said it was the best they’d ever had on Saturday evenings. The food was amazing. Not the bland demoralising institutional food served at the Food Barn at Anglicare in Elizabeth, but well-cooked seasoned dishes you’d find at an expensive restaurant, or at the house of a friend who knew how to cook.
Four men stood at the end of the laneway, posing like debt collectors for the local Ice dealer. But they weren’t; they were young men not sure how to enter “the zone” of free welfare meals.
The crowd was thinner than usual, but more than the previous week when just 25 turned up due to misinformation about the 2016 starting date. Grinder, and Terri and her boyfriend weren’t there despite being allowed back.
Many of the regulars went to the Salvation Army DUO meal in Pirie Street, which isn’t as good. DUO attracts the tormented and traumatised, while Magdalene guests are more habituated to the homeless and underclass scene.
Brain-damaged Gary drowned out conversation in the laneway with his boom box. He was in a good mood and said he wanted to “wrap your walking stick around your neck.” His bad mood isn’t as nice yet he’s the most defended man in the street scene.
Free Saturday meals 6:00pm every Saturday Back of the hall next to the Mary Magdalene Church Moore Street, Adelaide 8 February 2016
The contractors delivered the wrong freezers to St Andrew’s Church-at-the-Sea so they were placed in the old church hall awaiting replacement. The refurbished kitchen cost a fortune and the staff wandered about confusedly searching for kitchen utensils that had been relocated.
Some diners were in grief and trauma due to Kylie cutting Steve’s throat then killing herself at the Kingslea Apartments buildings. Tenants in the immediate vicinity were kicked out of their flats, or have left.
The vegetarian soup was excellent on an empty stomach and attracted a few vegetarian-for-the-night diners. They should produce less meat soup and more non-meat soup.
The take-way food tables were sparse and the serene mood was overlaid with grief.
Mary’s Kitchen Tuesdays at 6:00pm Free soup, buns, fruit salad and take-away food St Andrew’s Church-on-the-Sea Jetty Road, Glenelg 8 February 2016
Do Unto Others
John Swan backed the karaoke singers at the DUO evening at Congress Hall on Saturday night. The demeanors of Mandy and others changed so dramatically after performing. Singing and moving with the music released their energies as if wiping away lifetimes of worry.
The cafe speakers were turned off so the non-singers could converse on the verandah, but intellectualising didn’t do for them what karaoke did for the singers.
The Youth with a Mission crowd have returned. They’ve been travelling the country and the world for the past two months. American Irma is returning from Japan to marry her boyfriend. The YWAM absence had left the Salvation Army crowd occasionally overstretched and dependent on one-off volunteers who didn’t know the regulars.
8 February 2016
Michael phones Piano Player Wayne
Piano Player Wayne was regaling a fellow passenger on the bus home about Mrs Telstra being caught stealing towels at the Hutt Street Centre. Little did he know that Mrs Telstra was sitting a few seats behind him. She didn’t want to confront him, because he’d raise his voice like last time when he told the whole bus she stole toilet paper from the Myer Centre and WestCare.
But Mrs Telstra wasn’t defeated. She got Michael L. to scream at Wayne over the phone. Michael and Mrs Telstra are close because she will testify at Grinder’s trial that Grinder punched Michael in the chin. Michael hopes to sue WestCare for failing to protect him while on their premises.
8 February 2016
WestCare finds another excuse to close
WestCare scheduled an early closing one day last week for a “staff meeting”. To hell with the clients.
On Friday, they closed the whole day due to water problems. The prison-style shiny metal doors to the courtyard were locked. To hell with the clients, some of whom live outside and depend on and enjoy the morning toast and tea after being bitten by mosquitoes most of the night. Apparently, the water problem didn’t affect the salaried staff: they weren’t sent home without pay.
Ian “The Snake” Townsend and staff should reconsider their tendency to shut-up shop on the flimsiest of pretexts. WestCare is an essential service and they are custodians of a fine tradition, not the beneficiaries. The original Baptist Mission was set up for those living outside, and for people so profoundly depressed or damaged that they’re thinking of killing themselves.
The Snake’s team receive good salaries from WestCare and should perform better. 7 February 2016
(above) The "Compassion" policy at the Sobering-up-Centre (Detox) allowed homeless people a bed on rainy nights even if they weren't drunk or addled by drugs. This policy has been discontinued, and that is why people sleep under the big tree across the road in Whitmore Square.
(above) Whereas the Hutt Street Centre stopped homeless people using their outdoor water tap, the Salvation Army makes their tap accessible outside Detox at Whitmore Square. Notice the piece of soap on the bricks.
Mrs Telstra scratches Joeline-Joeline
Mrs Judith Telstra called Joeline-Joeline a feral. Like a feral, Joeline-Joeline grabbed Mrs Telstra and said, “Don’t call me a f**king feral.” Mrs Telstra then scratched Joeline-Joeline on the shoulder.
The Equity Queen suggested that Joeline-Joeline and her boyfriend, Mr Whitehead, phone the police. The Equity Queen’s brother hinted that Mrs Telstra is wearing out her welcome.
Afterwards, Mrs Telstra went to the Hutt Street Centre and told people she’d been scratched by “the feral”. Mrs Telstra is allowed in the front room, but not in the kitchen after being caught stealing four towels two weeks ago.
Old Janus, sick, homeless and dying, said he didn’t go to the Salvation Army market day last Friday because of a previous argument with Mrs Telstra trying to push into the queue.
Janus lives on the fringe and wants no interaction whatsoever with authority. 7 February 2016
St Luke’s propaganda
St Luke’s Church at Whitmore Square has further massaged the truth by saying their $3 lunches and free food service is malfunctioning due to the sickness of the cook, AJ.
Didn’t he actually get the sack before Christmas for allegedly giving the coordinator, Scott, diarrhoea? That’s what AJ told disappointed diners finding the doors closed and locked. The previous professed reason for the essential service being closed down over Christmas and January was kitchen renovation.
Like WestCare, the Gang of Nine should realise they are custodians of a long tradition of providing cheap and free services to us so-called “down and outs”.
Even former Adelaide Lord Mayor and Member of Parliament, Steve Condous, went for the penny breakfasts for school kids at St Luke’s church.
Scott should put his police uniform back into mothballs, and come out fighting as “The New Scott”.
And how about a tour of the “renovated kitchen”? 7 February 2016
Laurenita and Jim
Laurenita is from Indonesia. She is the most popular Youth with a Mission missionary at the Do Unto Others (DUO) evenings at the Salvation Army Congress Hall on Saturdays.
She’s currently in Indonesia. She wants to go into business in Australia, but her parents want her to stay in Djakarta. She hopes to return in the near future.
Laurenita acts normal and has good teeth.
Jim is another YWAM missionary. He’s from Minnesota. He was at DUO on Saturday night with his mother, Kadine, who is an IT phone advisor in St Paul. They’re going back to Minnesota, but Jim will return here in a month. Jim is serious. Most American missionaries belie their national stereotype; they aren’t brash, but serious and considered. 7 February 2016
One-way involuntary intimacy
Housing welfare workers demand a one-way intimacy about your personal life, but respond with paranoid aggression if you throw back even superficial personal questions about their lives.
The interview may be recorded – “for security reasons” – or listened to by strangers drinking coffee – if it’s held in a café – or typed into a computer, as you speak.
The welfare worker politely asks intrusive questions that prompt intimate responses. You’ll feel emotionally raped after the interview. You’ll feel like you betrayed others. You’ll feel dirty and ask yourself why you were so open.
But if you retain your self-respect and decline to give much detail, the welfare worker will place you on the never-to-be-rented housing waiting list. You may suffer the same fate if you read, then question the privacy release forms pushed in front of you.
We live in an era of mass emotional and intellectual rape that has never previously been experienced by human beings.
The offenders are Adelaide’s leading “helping the homeless” organisations staffed by cold-hearted bureaucrats with pleasant smiles and pleasant words. 6 February 2016
Jason’s murder trial
Jason Luther Curtis next appears in the Adelaide Magistrates Court on 4 March 2016. He was charged with murdering Rose-Marie Sheehy whose decomposing body was found in the BusinessSA carpark in Greenhill Road in May 2015.
Rose-Marie’s homeless camp had been situated in the parklands, near the BMX track and across the road from the BusinessSA building. The Adelaide City Council had ordered the camp be abandoned prior to Rose-Marie’s death. 6 February 2016
(above) Some homeless joints put testimonials on their websites, describing homeless clients as pathetic and hugely grateful for help given. Instead, the Pilgrim Church in the above painting shows us differently. The "Street Fighting Woman" said that arriving at the Pilgrim free coffee lounge is like entering Heaven. That's what she told me.
(above) A hundred or more people line up here for Fred's Van food most evenings. Until her death, Emma Hines would sit on the concrete, against the next building, her knees brought up to her chin, rocking back and forth. When nearly everyone had gone, she'd come over and talk to the lucky stragglers.
Windana/Glandore child sex abuse
Charra was taken to Windana/Glandore children’s home as a child. He said the white boys were on one side and the white girls on the other. The Aboriginal children were kept in the back area lined with iron mesh, including the roof.
Once inside, a “silver-haired man about sixty,” stripped him and placed him against an open window. While Charra watched the passing traffic, the man and others put their hands between his legs and...him.
He’d awaken in the dormitory in the morning and see older men lying with the boys in their beds. It began from the age of seven.
Charra later rationalised the men’s behaviour saying they didn’t have the skills to do anything with women so they went for the boys.
Charra said he’s never been able to have a respectful sexual relationship with a woman. He said it doesn’t seem right. He looks around for cameras and expects trouble from the authorities.
Instead, he seeks out furtive, degrading and temporary experiences with vulnerable women.
He says he’s never received an apology from any government agency or politician for what the children’s home did to him.
His anger is palpable as he recounts this tale as if talking about someone else. 5 February 2016
Why Danny jumped in front of the train
Barb died of cancer in her lounge room last April, a few doors from where Steve’s and Kylie’s bodies were recently discovered. Barb wasn’t much older than 40. Danny couldn’t face life without her so he stepped in front of the train at Brighton.
A neighbour of both couples is moving from her flat in the Kingslea Apartments buildings next Tuesday. She said she never really got over Barb and Danny’s deaths, and now those of Steve and Kylie have pushed her over the top. She says most of the other tenants are traumatised.
I asked her where she felt the hurt. She placed a hand on her stomach then moved it slightly higher.
4 February 2016
Remembering two detectives and a magistrate
A senior can collector said that after suffering years of abuse in a government children’s home, he went out into the world, unprepared and unwanted.
He gravitated to drugs and was arrested by Detective Chief Inspector Barry Moyse, vice-president of the South Australia Police Association and head of the drug squad. Moyse was later jailed for drug dealing.
The can collector’s next arrest was by Detective Colin Creed, later jailed for multiple rapes while serving as a police officer.
When the can collector complained about rough treatment by police, his case was heard by Magistrate Peter Liddy, who was later convicted for sexually interfering with teenage boys.
“And people wonder why I have no faith in society,” the can collector asks. 4 February 2016
“You could smell the blood from the street.”
Steve and Kylie’s Deaths
The odour was what drove the “two young kids” to remove a window from Steve and Kylie’s flat then later break down the door. They photographed the scene. That was Thursday 21 January 2016.
“You could smell the blood from the street,” Melinda told me. She‘s a neighbour; she knew them. The police asked why no one had called them. Melinda told them they thought Kylie had left some meat out of the fridge. It was during a heat wave.
The “two young kids” found Kylie with Steve in their tiny kitchen. Kylie was nearly on top of Steve. The initial report that their 15-year-old Chihuahua had disappeared wasn’t true. It was dead, either “murdered” or it had died from fright.
Steve was pretty much sliced up and blood was splattered over the walls in the lounge room.
Melinda described Kyle as a “56-year-old ex-copper and carer for Steve.” Steve would have been 39 in a few days.
The neighbours heard nothing except one or two people leaving the flat at about 11:30pm the previous Monday. The words, “That’s done that,” were allegedly heard, something like that.
Three detectives and multiple uniformed police officers arrived in six cars about 9:00am. A helicopter hovered overhead. Three ambulances were called, including one for the police, in case they were affected by the stench of rotting meat through their face masks.
Detectives and forensic officers have visited Steve and Kylie’s flat four times since then. The initial report of “no suspicious circumstances” isn’t believed the neighbours.
Steve and Kylie’s flat is located in the Housing Trust’s Kingslea Apartment buildings on Sandison Terrace, Glenelg North. The Adelaide Advertiser newspaper report that police were not considering the deaths suspicious appears incorrect.
The neighbours are certainly suspicious. They’re also frightened. One told me, “We’re wondering who is going to be next.”
3 February 2016 Note from Editor: A man who discovered the two bodies says he did not show anyone any photographs because he didn't take any. But what about the other person? His full statement appears on the post dated 21 February 2016. 19 February 2016
From the Contact Page
“you bunch of Clowns, non of these organisations has to give you nothing, you want more get a job yourselves, aw sorry that is too hard, I rather get everything for nothing and be a taker all my life and Gossip shit.
“from your best mate Sam Newman from the footy show” firstname.lastname@example.org 3 February 2016
Vigilantes in the background
Rumour has it that certain people wonder why the Hutt Street Centre allows an Ice dealer to operate within and without their building. And why do the police put pressure on the Aboriginal tribal drunks, who harm only themselves, while the “Clued-up Drug Dealer” operates with impunity.
“The Dealer” is new to Adelaide and has few reliable allies, but he is an astute survivalist. He sees you before you see him.
Some fear the police will mistakenly target the respected and well-liked local dope dealers and their customers. They should be warned to be vigilant in the Hutt Street Centre environs.
Perhaps the “Clued-up Drug Dealer” should leave Adelaide while he is still able to leave Adelaide.
2 February 2016
WestCare not in Hot Water
The hot water went cold in the showers last week at WestCare. It was about 12:30pm when the 300 litre tank went cold. It was a cool summer day.
This has been a problem since at least 1993 when Old Sam’s (Servolo Toffolutti) friends used to blame me for using all the hot water. They were right. After a cold night sleeping outside, then rushing around on my Honda 90cc scooter, I’d be chilled to the bone and stand under the hot water for 45 minutes.
The new hot water tank is a recent installation by Ian “The Snake” Townsend. He should have realised it is inadequate. A continuous hot water heater, or an industrial storage tank would have been more appropriate. 2 February 2016
(above) No longer a big name in the homeless scene, Sam seemed a forlorn and forgotten figure, but his passing has evoked many memories. Patrick Byrt, Enzo Fardone, Mark Smith and John Howard were at his funeral amongst a crowd of dignitaries. Servolo Toffolutti was not the lesser man some had thought.
Water Tap “Decommissioned”
The man living outside wanted to wash his hands last Saturday morning at the front of the closed Hutt Street Centre. He’d just eaten a container of Aileen “AJ” Jefferis’s home cooked beef and vegetables.
He’s going through a series of Street-to-Home psychiatric interviews being held in busy cafes in preparation for being rented a “supported” room.
I told him there was a tap near the front door. I’d seen it many times in the past.
Demos Roussos broke the bad news. “It’s been decommissioned,” he said.
The Hutt Street Centre stopped the water to discourage the old men from sleeping and living at the front of the building. It hasn’t worked.
1 February 2016
"Clued-Up Drug Dealer" visits Fred’s Van
He wasn’t there for the sausage and sauce at Gawler Place; he was there to meet ******* ****. Within a few seconds, the Dealer was yelling in his alarming pitch that verges on a scream, like someone in a pre-drug psychiatric ward.
It wasn’t clear what the argument was about, but it wouldn’t be a difficult guess. 1 February 2016
Not Council Approved
I had to laugh while reading one of the myriad Hutt Street Centre facebook pages. The “Anything Free for Anyone in Need” pre-Christmas BBQ notice included the words, “Council Approval”.
The one-off “Anything Free for Anyone in Need” barbecue was held much further west in the parklands near Pulteney Grammar school.
So what was the relevance of the words “Council Approval”? The answer is Ruf Us. They don’t have “Council Approval”. But that isn’t the problem: the problem is that the Ruf Us free breakfast served on Saturday mornings outside the closed Hutt Street Centre begs the questions:“Why is Adelaide’s highest funded homeless joint closed all day Saturday?” And, “Why won’t they let Ruf Us use their front room?”
The Ruf Us breakfast is never mentioned on the notice boards inside the Hutt Street Centre.
And that’s why for the past few years, the Oriental Gambler, who lives outside, has often gone hungry until the Magdalene and Salvation Army evening meals. He didn’t even know about Ruf Us despite being a Hutt Street Centre client. 1 February 2016
The two men guests were leaving when I arrived at the Salvation Army Friday lunch barbecue at Elizabeth East, and then the place was empty.
I got the last of the fried onions, but there wasn’t any soup or fruit and vegetables. Not a single person was inside the front hall.
But Eleanor and the other two women were cheerful as always and gave me a can of warm Coke. The sausages were crisp and brown on the outside, which is a good sign.
Client absence was a phenomenon at many homeless services all last week. 1 February 2016
Hutt Street Centre Safe Ice Haven
The addicts have migrated from Whitmore Square to the Hutt Street Centre in search of the “clued up drug dealer,” who is “doing a roaring trade” according to an insider.
The previous Hutt Street Centre’s dealers’ modus operandi ranged from slapstick to pantomimes of James Bond movies, but the new guy’s business model has reached another level.
He’s alert and ruthless and collects his customers from both inside and outside the Hutt Street Centre building then takes them to his secret stash in the parklands.
He’s from interstate and unencumbered by local loyalties.
The influx of addicts has increased the Hutt Street Centre’s statistics, though some “good people” have been chased away. Management seem indifferent to the situation. 31 January 2016
Boys from the Mosque
“Oliver Cromwell” went to Whitmore Square last Tuesday. He wasn’t there so much for the free barbecue, but to see the “Jews” who were providing it. Instead, he found Afghan Moslems.
The barbecue was late starting because the Moslems used “heat beads”, but the consensus was that the sausages were cooked to perfection and the salads were excellent.
There is talk it might be a regular event each two weeks. 31 January 2016
Fred’s Van at Gawler Place last Wednesday
The black-haired woman with brown skin stood at the front of the queue when the van arrived. She smiled and jumped up and down like an athlete limbering up.
Back in the bushes, a loud clacking sound bounced off the buildings from the thin blond woman who was slapping her bare legs with musical shakers. She’s the one who broke a chair in the church at the Salvation Army last year.
The crowd didn’t rush the food as usual, but sat back as if on sedatives. They weren’t, but there was something in the air because numbers were down at most homeless events last week. 31 January 2016
St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre
The free hairdresser from Murray Bridge couldn’t make it last week so she’ll be at St Bede’s on Tuesday 2 February at 9:00am.
When she didn’t arrive last week, the new volunteer named Mel raced to a store and, using her own money, bought an electric clipper set that she left at St Bede’s for future use.
The St Bede’s preacher, Ken Bechaz, is getting married in two weeks.
St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre 200 Military Road, Semaphore Tuesdays and Wednesdays 8:30 – 10:30am. 31 January 2016
(above) It rained in Whitmore Square during the night.
It isn’t the strange refusal of WestCare executives to put a disability chair in the disability shower room that is the only problem. The showers for people without physical disabilities lack hooks to hang clothing and towels. Nor is there a simple bench to put shower accessories.
Considering the many high powered meetings held by salaried employees, which often produce somewhat nebulous results, the spending of fifty dollars on hooks and screws, and perhaps a few hundred more to install fixed bench seats, would improve the lives of homeless and underclass people who use the showers.
WestCare needs to rediscover the mental agility required to analyse the requirements of their most vulnerable clients then make the obviously simple and inexpensive improvements. 30 January 2016
Emma: the early years
“When she walked into the Hutt Street Centre, she was like a little girl out of school, oh, about 15 years ago. When she started turning up black and blue, we thought some bloke was doing it to her. But it was self-inflicted.
She still looked like an 18-year-old up until two years ago...you couldn’t have done anything to save her: God made her that way.”
"Airport Man" remembering Emma Hines 29 January 2016
Night Walk in the West Parklands
The man hiding amongst the trees around midnight had been watching my car for some time. The streetlights on Anzac Highway didn’t reach to the back gate of the cemetery.
He saw me first as I rushed back from my fruitless quest amongst the prickly bushes lining the railway tracks. He’d probably been there when I’d driven onto the abandoned sports ground then up the bicycle track.
My next place further up the line should have been better, where I’d camp on my next stretch living outside. I crashed through the bushes like a city slicker then heard the grunt of someone surprised and angry, perhaps even frightened. In an instant, my arthritis was cured and I sprinted further towards the police barracks with my wired contraption.
None of this should have been surprising. This time of the year, the CBD parklands are seriously occupied by people willing to defend their small patch of refuge. Those whom the ridiculous and corrupt bureaucrats doing the Department of Communities and Social Inclusion homeless census will never see. 29 January 2016
"It would be hard"
A small meeting of Hutt Street Centre salaried employees discussed suing the editor of this website. “It would be hard,” one said. 28 January 2016
The Chinese gambler who lives outside was seen last Saturday evening walking from the back of the Pilgrim Church after reading the “No Sleeping, No Camping” signs on the windows.
28 January 2016
Fred’s Van Kilburn closed
The 7:00pm Thursday evening meal at Fred’s Van at the Kilburn Community Centre was cancelled for two weeks after excessive shouting, arguments, threats, and when a woman punched a man. Cooks say they’re sick of calling the police.
28 January 2016
The St Vincent de Paul Fred’s Van at Gawler Place, Adelaide will recommence their 7:00pm Monday service from 1 February 2016. The meal service is now Monday to Thursday at 7:00pm and Sundays at 6:00pm. Christian Life International is there on Fridays at 7:00pm.
Nothing on Saturday at Gawler Place because most people go to the Salvation Army and Magdalene Church Hall meals that start at 6:00pm.
The Magdalene has been closed during January, but will restart on Saturday, 2 February at 6:00pm, when Grinder will return after his long suspension. Also, Terri and her boyfriend will be welcomed back. (Terri still claims she was innocent).
28 January 2016
In a string of meaningless, but threatening clichés a Jobs Statewide employee told “The Cousin” she’d tell Centrelink to stop his dole payments unless he began one of their quasi-scam job search courses.
The Cousin is 64 years and 8 months old, and is exempt from having to look for a job because he does voluntary work.
He told Jobs Statewide that he’d lodged the exemption form with Centrelink.
After three hours of running around, The Cousin discovered that Centrelink had failed to process his exemption form. 28 January 2016
From the Contact Page
"Sounds like Bullshit" Email email@example.com Comment Quote "A man and woman who go to Mary’s Kitchen in Glenelg were at the Salvation Army on Saturday. The man told me that Steve and Kylie were found last Wednesday in his apartment building, with their throats slashed. " Why isn't this in the Media then, sounds like Bullshit!!
Editor's Note: Here is a link to the short report. My information came from people who knew the dead couple. It's good that you question things.
Hi - Great journal - I am hooked - I have book-marked it - great reading - well presented - I will keep in touch ..Best Wishes , Leigh
Armageddon Free Barbecue
A baffling aspect on the fourth Saturday of each month is the lack of guests at the Armageddon Barbecue in front of the Christadelphian Temple.
Half the usual crowd don’t arrive. They know it’s at the Temple, but those living amongst the bushes, or in their cars, are the ones who avoid the fourth Saturday breakfasts. This is despite the chairs, good shade and toilets being available, which aren’t in the Square.
Not that the mood was bad last Saturday; it was excellent. Two church women complemented the elderly guests by bringing their new babies. Homeless royalty, Ajay and Lorraine were there. They were smiling.
Lorraine always amazes church people with her slim body, fashionable clothing, bright eyes and agile movements. She belies the stereotype image of someone living outside and drinking plenty of alcohol.
Armageddon Free Barbecue 8:30am Saturdays in Hurtle Square Adelaide (except for the fourth Saturday of the month when the barbecue is held in front of the Christadelphian Temple on Halifax Street, about 150 metres west of Hurtle Square) 27 January 2016
Greens Political Party
A man objected to a barking and growling dog inside the reception area of the Greens Party in Wright Street, near WestCare.
He complained to the receptionist. She said the dog disliked “males”.
The man complained to a supervisor. She said, “It’s a service dog. That’s all you need to know,” and walked away.
27 January 2016
Heavy Duty Can Collector
A can collector in Port Adelaide pulls behind him a six-wheel wagon as he walks the streets collecting ten-cent deposit cans. 27 January 2016
Wednesday at Salvation Army
The man at our table with the raw area on his face wouldn’t stop picking at the scab. Another person at our table told him he was making it worse. “It heals within a day,” the scab man replied. I suggested that if he didn’t touch it, then it would heal itself completely. “I’ve had it for years,” the man replied, as if that finished the argument.
After the meal he pricked his finger to check his blood glucose level. The other man at the table objected so the scab man gestured as if to flick the blood across the table. 27 January 2016
Ben Taylor sniffs gold as the Hutt Street
Centre lurches toward the Dark Side
Ben Taylor rightly sniffs gold when he writes about Social Impact Bonds (SIB) in the November edition of Parity Magazine. Ben is the Manager of Client Services at the Hutt Street Centre, and his enthusiasm resembles that of those welfare entrepreneurs in the early days of the Job Network.
Ben hopes the Hutt Street Centre will round up 400 people over the next 7 years in a program assisted by “intensive long-term case management” that will result in “permanently ending their homelessness”.
The plan has three phases. The stabilisation phase will address “multiple, complex life issues...” The second includes vocational education and looking for work. The third includes finding housing and independence. The plan could have been cut and pasted from a Job Network grant application. The question is how will the Hutt Street Centre rake in the money?
Ben Taylor says that “service providers” including the Hutt Street Centre will “permanently end the homelessness of participants through long-term intensive case management...that address each individual client’s complex personal and structural causes, of their homelessness.”
The plan utilises psycho-social profile data collected by Hutt Street Centre “case managers”. The key for the case managers is gaining access to the personal records of those deemed homeless. Numerous clients have already been tricked or coerced into giving uninformed consent for the case managers to collect personal data across a vast array of government and non-government agencies.
Those regularly accessing ambulances, hospital treatment or ending up in court will become the chosen few or, in this case, the chosen many. They’ll pull in the big bucks for the participating homeless charities.
To get a slice of this financial bonanza, the Hutt Street Centre will have to prove to government assessors that they’ve reduced the chosen clients’ usage of health and legal services.
The gritty aspect of this process will involve curbing the civil liberties of the often unwilling participants, such as access to their pensions and other money.
This is where the Public Trustee will rise to the occasion and take control of their money after they’re installed in “supported accommodation” such as the Supported Residential Facilities and Ian George Court. To prevent escapes, the participants will be put on prescription drugs that will reduce both physical and mental mobility.
To facilitate this process, employees with the Homeless Support Program and Street-to-Home will offer support “that is not reliant on a client’s willingness to participate.”
After being disabled from prescription drugs, and without money to do anything, the participants are expected to get into less trouble and therefore require less ambulance, hospital and police attendance.
After a year, the savings will be calculated and a piece of the action will flow to the assisting agencies like The Hutt Street Centre. Money should flow like water.
Ben Taylor is looking forward to this plan, which is called “Aspire Adelaide.” He says it will “achieve fantastic outcomes for people experiencing homelessness.”
But what about the actual lack of housing that is the central issue for people living outside? What about those dozen elderly men who have lived years in their cars in the Adelaide CBD? They avoid drugs and alcohol; they avoid trouble with the police; they respect their bodies and minds. All they want is low priced rental housing in the Adelaide CBD. Just a room or a tiny flat will suit them.
They’ll get absolutely nothing because participating welfare agencies like the Hutt Street Centre won’t be able to claim savings on them. The administration may even cost money. These men will stay outside. And, as if paraphrasing Adolf Hitler’s Final Solution, Ben Taylor says the Aspire Adelaide model plans “to end their cycle of homelessness for good.”
Aspire Adelaide is a thinly disguised version of the prototype used for centuries to neutralise subcultures. Its resurgence is thanks to a New York real estate agent named Ms Rosanne Haggerty who collected a nice chunk of welfare housing money when she was employed as ‘Thinker-in-Residence’ by the Rann Labour government in 2006. Her slogan was: “Housing the Homeless: Whatever it takes”.
Her running mates were Monsignor David Cappo and bureaucrat David Waterford, both of whom resigned after being accused of protecting paedophiles.
Will the Hutt Street Centre actually do business with the Dark Side?
26 January 2016
David Secomb’s grief
A source in WestCare explained that David Secomb’s rote-like delivery of prayers at Emma’s memorial service wasn’t from lack of empathy.
“David was trying not to cry,” according to the source, who added that David acknowledged that it is easy to become hardened by frequent deaths, but that of Emma was different.
The source says that over the past decade there has been just one other death that has “rocked the community” like Emma’s.
Many were touched by this manipulative child-like woman who went out of her way to please others while treating herself with ruthless violence. No wonder she was so scared most of the time.
Emma Kate Hines 28 April 1977 to 2 January 2016 26 January 2016
I didn’t feel like eating after “M” recounted the nauseous stench of rotting blood from the bodies of Steve and Kylie at Glenelg last week. Their dog took off and hasn’t been seen since.
The queue for the free takeaway food room at the Salvation Army in Pirie Street stretched around the corner towards the cafe. The clothing racks were mobbed, mostly by the same people as last week. Who needs so much clothing? A non-greedy woman got two shirts for American Dan, who lives in a rooming house. She said God directed her to come to the Salvation Army to find the shirts.
Gerry of the Outsiders grabbed Jo Aitch and hugged her, and swung her around. It looked as if Jo’s feet left the ground.
Jaden signalled Jo for service. He ordered a coffee. Jaden is thinking of becoming a volunteer while Jo is effectively the managing director of the Do Unto Others program. She didn’t blink an eye and quickly returned with his coffee. Jaden said God told him to come to Adelaide. He chanted Hill Song tunes while we ate.
Bob the Quiz Master and John Swan ran the quiz and karaoke evening. One woman quit the quiz because participants were accusing each other of cheating. She yelled an answer from the cafe area.
The cafe speakers should have been turned off because those sitting on the verandah weren’t interested in the quiz or karaoke. But the karaoke energised the participants. Jelena sang an Adele song without accompaniment. She was generously applauded.
Fifteen men emerged from CheckMates. One jumped onto the verandah fence and made a comment. Melissa at the Crony Gang table didn’t like it. She yelled, “F**k off,” and he did. She despises men who visit strip joints.
At 11:00pm, I went to Hindley street where the police and their drug dog were rounding up suspects while two officers on horses crowded a man against a wall. Compared to Hindley Street, the scene in front of the Salvation Army on Pirie Street resembled a retirement village. 26 January 2016
(above) Notice at the back of the Pilgrim Church in Flinders Street, Adelaide
(above) The famous Pilgrim Church verandah where, until recently, the rich and powerful were forced to catch a glimpse of a symptom of a failing society.
Steve and Kylie Dead
A man and woman who go to Mary’s Kitchen in Glenelg were at the Salvation Army on Saturday. The man told me that Steve and Kylie were found last Wednesday in his apartment building, with their throats slashed.
Friends bust open the dead couple’s door then were overcome by the nausea of rotting bodies. Ambulance medics refused to move the corpses. Police wearing protective masks put the bodies in a special vehicle. Steve and Kylie’s dog has disappeared.
Police have reportedly said the deaths were not suspicious.
That doesn’t comfort the man who lives in the Kingslea Apartment building on Sandison Terrace, Glenelg North. He said five people have died there in recent times.
25 January 2016
The legend of Bruno
“Isn’t Bruno dead,” someone asked me in Semaphore last Wednesday. Later in the day, I was talking to the Celebrity Can Collector at his position in front of the Madame Hanoi restaurant on North Terrace.
Bruno, fresh out of jail, sauntered up to an unsuspecting victim sitting on a bench near the pedestrian lights.
Bruno’s loss of half his weight was clear. His feet and hands were filthy, but his brown face surprisingly alert and well formed. Wrinkly skin sagged over his torso except at his slightly distended stomach under which his track pants had slipped down to reveal a nasty section of bum crack.
With one leg under his body and the other dangling from the bench, this aggressive, professional beggar leaned forward and within thirty seconds mesmerised a younger and stronger, but unsuspecting man into passing him a tailor-made cigarette. After a few more words he got another smoke, said goodbye, and strategically passed it to the Celebrity Can Collector, who sat idly in front of his bongo drum.
In the blink of an eye, the legend had disappeared, in search of his next target.
25 January 2016
To the happiness of the guests, Nicole returned after having been away for weeks due to her kids being sick. She often arrives appearing tired then the energy flows through her as if she’s a translucent being.
AJ has the wisdom to identify the desperate people, which in the opinion of most ‘Old Hands’ in the homeless scene, is the premier insight needed to ensure fairness.
The hot water thermos could be placed on a higher aspect rather than near the ground. Some guests have trouble reaching the ground except when they’re taking a tumble. The coffee and sugar sachets could be served in individual open containers rather than plonked together in a plastic bag.
Four or five of the old men stayed on the tiny strip of concrete and garden in front of the closed Hutt Street Centre after AJ, Nicole and the rest of us left. For them, this area is home.
Sister Gwen and Ian Hitch-Cox should be hailed for this quiet mercy in a homeless world fraught with danger.
Ruf Us 9:00am Saturdays Outside The Hutt Street Centre 258 Hutt Street, Adelaide 25 January 2016
The Hindmarsh Library locks its disability access toilet. This means that disabled people have to queue up at the front counter and ask for the key. No one else has to do that.
No doubt, staff have their rationale, but it seems they are effectively reducing access to public infrastructure. 25 January 2016
Clued-Up drug dealer
The “Clued-Up Drug Dealer” walks proudly about a certain homeless joint. He’s the man the addicts crawl to for supplies. He buries his supplies in the ground in the parklands. His only problem is that he tests the product.
An ‘Old Hand’ told him that within a year he’d be out of the place, behind bars. 25 January 2016
That liar, David Roe
The Street Fighting Woman said that David lied when he said he had been charged with sexually harassing Karen H. The woman claims David was envious that she’d been charged with an offence while he’s merely an alcoholic troublemaker. 26 January 2016