I am still on my vacation (for two more days), but today, I am recalling my escorting shift on June 15. It was early morning, and only our shift lead and I were there. Our shift lead brought some food for those who didn’t have time to have breakfast at home, as she always does, and as always, the food was inside the lobby.
We just got outside when a young Latinex man approached us and started to ask about something. It took us a couple of minutes until we realized that he was asking whether we had any food. B. (our shift lead) asked: do you want a banana? He nodded, and she rushed inside. I saw her putting together a parcel with bananas and bagels, adding some cream -cheese to bagels and adding more bagels. When she finally emerged and handed the parcel to a young man, he burst into “thank you” and “god bless you.”
B. and I started to talk about Venezuelans who had been kicked out of the shelters just before that. She talked about their wounded dignity and how men can’t stand the situation when women find work, and they don’t. I keep wondering what happened with the promise to issue work permits for Venezuelans. We have enough open positions in the Department of Streets and Sanitation or on CTA. Why not let people work, make money, and make the city cleaner? That’s what I thought when Biden announced the path to citizenship. I mean, it’s all great, but that will be “sometime,” and what about now? Why are they not allowed to work?! I can’t understand that…