America? The System of unWelfare

Being Poor – From the War on Poverty to the War on the Poor. The System of unWelfare

By J.P. Whipple

inside view of poverty. How the government and business have teamed to together to prey on the economically disadvantaged. I am poor. I can see the cracks grow under my feet. I know they might swallow me anytime. That is how I live. That is how a lot of us live. I wonder how long we will continue to abandon the impoverished to the predators & parasites rather than deal with them responsibly and with some shred of humanity


From Housing Project in Bradford

I sat at the metal table and read the “rules” a couple of times. Not a very good read. It was just a half page of unpleasantness to go with an otherwise unpleasant experience. The others were spreading their bedrolls on the concrete floor. The bunks were already taken by the residents. It was easy enough to tell who they were. They had jumpsuits. We didn’t. Even if they didn’t have jumpsuits it was still easy to tell who they were.

Almost all of them were black.

Most of them were from a housing project like the one near where I was staying at the time. It was easy to get to jail from there. I knew that first hand.

That was why I was there.

The cops swarmed the projects almost every night looking for trouble. It was easy enough for them to find. No doubt trouble happened there but the cop’s presence made it worse than it was. The projects were a de-facto half way house. If you lived there, chances were very high you would wind up in jail. Then they would dig their claws into you. Rather than making any effort to rehabilitate you they would make as hard as possible for you to ever get out. They would burden you with fines and fees you couldn’t afford to pay. Then they would limit your movements so you couldn’t get away from the toxic environment that brought you to prison in the first place. If you made any small misstep you would be brought back and likely have to stay even longer.

Prisons are big business. It is one of the best ways to make money off of people who don’t have any. It is industry with tremendous potential for growth and profits. Your “customers” have no rights. You don’t even have to deliver the services you are paid for. Prisoners can’t complain about the inedible food or any of the other unlivable conditions they are subjected to. What a great business model! All you need is return customers and they are easy to find.

They are called “The Poor”.

It is easy to tell that the real crime that those men in jumpsuits committed was being poor. Sure, they were likely involved in some black market dealings. Some may have committed more heinous acts but, whatever their crime, they were all guilty of poverty.

No one grandstands about the money we waste housing the poor in the prisons even though that money has little prospect for any positive returns to the society that is footing the bill. Instead, people step up the podiums to rail about all the money we spend on feeding, housing and educating the poor even though those investments have a much greater chance of being paid for in the form of productive citizens who can contribute to society. So why are our self-proclaimed financial hawks so against using our money more wisely?

Because they don’t believe in welfare. They believe in “burden-fare” or to use a more familiar term:


It is not with the interest of society that these policies are codified. These politicians are anything but interested in acting on behalf of the citizens who elect them. They are acting on behalf of investors’ needs for direct returns. If you are supplying the police departments and prisons your profit depends on creating more prisoners. That is an easy two-step process. Make prisons easier to get into and impossible to get out of.

It was easy for me to wind up there. I would sometimes take walks in that neighborhood on those mild Floridian evenings. Because those walks took me near the projects, the police would stop me. They would demand an ID and insist on searching me.

Being brought up in outer white suburbia, I wasn’t used to be treated like a criminal. I was educated and I knew something about Constitutional Amendment that forbids unwarranted searches. When I brought up the Fourth Amendment the cops would always ask if I was a lawyer. If being able to remember my “Introduction to Civics” class makes me a lawyer then I am clearly in the wrong line of work.

As a result of my awareness of The Bill of Rights, I would raise hell whenever I was stopped and frisked. Our last encounter turned into a public debate after I fled into a local bar. The cops were not so skilled in debate. I was given a scholarship for my debating skills but they still won by slamming me into a wall and taking me to county jail.

The next time I was in handcuffs in an official capacity was out in the wilderness of Arizona. I was camping for a few days to decompress after several months on the road playing music. They insisted on searching my truck and after finding nothing, they issued me ticket with a large fine for camping there. I had not broken the rules. I had not been there longer than is allowed. I didn’t built any permanent structures or done any damage to the area. In spite of my clear compliance with Federal Law, they said that because I did not have a permanent residence elsewhere I was “residing” on Federal Land. Apparently, if you are homeless you are not allowed to camp in the woods.


Had things not gone somewhat better for me after that I would not have been able to make that court appearance or pay that egregious fine. A warrant would have been issued and I would have probably wound up in jail where they would get their claws into me. All the while my only crime was poverty.

My own brushes with the law have been thankfully infrequent but the reality is different for people in severely impoverished communities. The police in the town of Ferguson issued three search warrants for every household last year. Over two and a half million dollars in fines and court fees were levied on the people of a town with twenty thousand citizens. Is it any wonder the town erupted after another slaying of an unarmed black suspect?

The so-called “justice” system isn’t the only way to make big profits off the penniless. There is the mostly unregulated payday loan industry that thrives on giving out loans with huge interest rates. Many people can’t pay off the loans so they get caught in an endless cycle of debt often paying interest several times the principle. Like the criminal justice system, these entities usually have the complete backing of the government.

The Reagan Revolution was a success in turning the War on Poverty into a war on the poor. As promised, private enterprise swarmed in the poor places with predators and parasites. Instead of fighting poverty we made it illegal turning the poor into quasi-criminals. All they need now is a little push to get them over the edge.

While it is big money for a few companies the rest of us pay for it. We pay for living in a culture of fear, hopelessness and desperation. When people live under those conditions they often turn to addiction, crime and violence. When we abandon the poor to the predators and parasites, neighborhoods, communities and even entire cities become toxic. It wasn’t just the gunning down of Michael Brown that created such anger. It was the cruel indifference everyone in that town was subjected to. So cruel and indifferent that a cop could feel like he could kill a man” because he was black” because he knew his superiors wouldn’t question it” because his victim’s family would be too poor and powerless to take action against him” because killing an unarmed black suspect had become so routine that the media wouldn’t even cover it.

I am poor. Being a writer and a maker of music that no one pays for makes it likely my economic prospects won’t change anytime soon. I can see the cracks grow under my feet. I know they might swallow me anytime. That is how I live. That is how a lot of us live. The current trends of the economy suggest that the ranks of people sharing a similar fate to mine will keep growing even among people with more practical vocations. I wonder how long we will continue to abandon the impoverished to the predators and parasites rather than deal with them responsibly and with some shred of humanity. Will we keep letting country rot until there is nothing but a small handful of super-rich and the rest of us are trapped in a slavery of debts we cannot pay?

We are already most of the way there.

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J.P. Whipple is a vagabond, outcast, sleeping in a truck and staving off starvation on the outskirts of the American Dream by playing music and selling books and other artworks. Among his chief hobbies is writing political and economic essays for which he is completely unqualified to do. This is done only when he can afford a cup of coffee at a cafe which has wi-fi. Otherwise, his rants are limited to the stage at a local dive bar somewhere in the Great American West/

About eslkevin

I am a peace educator who has taken time to teach and work in countries such as the USA, Germany, Japan, Nicaragua, Mexico, the UAE, Kuwait, Oman over the past 4 decades.
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