On homelessness - and a blanket, under the stars.
I know what it is to sleep rough. I lived in the city, with other young people. I was only fourteen, and the streets were the safest place for me. It was safer living under a bridge than it was living at home, because there was nobody on the streets who had ever tried to hurt me. In the eyes of the law, I would not have been regarded as a 'genuine homeless' person. I had a home, with a bed, with a blanket. In the eyes of the law, I would have been seen as a runaway. In the eyes of someone like the Lord Mayor of Perth, I would have been seen as someone who was 'not actually homeless'. In the eyes of the City of Perth, I would have been regarded as someone who should be 'moved on'. That's what happened last week to more than 100 mostly Aboriginal people living at Matagarup, a registered heritage site and Aboriginal meeting, camp site and hunting ground. Homeless folk were forced to leave by police and council rangers, who arres...