On Friday our Leadership St. Louis class focused its attention on poverty. Splitting into groups we met in various agencies around the region. I went to the Lessie Bates Davis Neighborhood House in East St. Louis. This 100 year old institution began its life serving the immigrant Bohemian-Slavonic population, working in the local stock yards, and continues today serving the predominantly African-American residents of the area.
We had been to East St. Louis before but our tour today focused more clearly on the community.
The work being done by the Neighborhood house was very impressive and their facilities were organized and attractive. Their day-care and preschool program would not have been out of place in a much more affluent section of St. Louis. Yet, in the end, I was left with a feeling of sadness.
My overall impression of the area is of its emptiness. Whole blocks have only a smattering of building left sanding with the majority of lots being grass and weed covered. Driving through the center of town we saw few people, many boarded up store fronts, and beautiful empty buildings with trees growing out of the upper stories. There were new buildings and housing - but they were few and far between.
A Jobs program is an importing offering of the Neighborhood House. But our guide indicated that when the program was successful and its graduates could find better than minimum wage employment, the individuals and their families left the area. So even a successful program serves to further concentrate the needs of this community.
In the afternoon our class participated in a poverty simulation. We gathered in one, two, three, and four person groups. Each group has a packet of instructions - describing their family members, detailing their income and expenses, and providing a few transportation tokens and other "valuables" (e.g., a TV, refrigerator, stove). We then had four 15 minute weeks in which we were to get money, pay our bills, send our children to school, and feed our families.
I played a female high school graduate with a 4 and 5 year old. As we calculated our budget it was clear that we had more expenses than money and some things would go unpaid. At the start of the week we rushed to the bank to cash our TANF check then on to the quick mart to get some more transportation tokens so we could go to other sites (we each needed a bus token to get to any location). We stood in long lines and - more often then not - the business or agency would close before we could get to the front of the line.
At the end of our four - 15 minute - weeks we had managed to get cash, pay the rent, and purchase two weeks worth of food. We were out of bus tokens so we could not go anywhere. We had no cash (and the pawn shop would not buy any of our "valuables").
This simulation did a number of things for me. First, it made my intellectual understanding of the morning’s East St. Louis experience much more emotionally real. Second, I understood at that same emotional level, that as the head of a poor family there was no way for us to win - indeed just surviving required a tremendous amount of energy and ingenuity. Third, that I did not make use of my neighbors to join in collective community action to deal with my difficulties (for example we might have set up a shared day care arrangement). Yet trying joint help did not even occur to me because I was trying to help my family survive.
The experience was eye opening and emotionally impactful. Indeed, I would like all Americans, but especially some of my relatives, to experience a poverty simulation before they talk about the "welfare cheats" or vote against programs to support these individuals. My family is fortunate to not be in the shoes of these individuals. This sort of experience - as well as the current economic meltdown - should make us all more understanding of and generous to those in need.