The Humboldt Edge is a street newspaper about people living on the street. Their December edition brings to reality and humanizes some locals during the holidays.
A
gory gash over Martha's nose looks like it needed — but didn't get
— stitches. "It's too late for that," her husband George
says.
He
describes how, the previous night, another woman living in the
homeless encampment by the Humboldt Bay smashed her fist into
Martha's face. George says he thinks the assaulter was holding some
heavy object like a bottle or stick. "She definitely had a
weapon."
George
and Martha have no phone to call police. They might have been able to
ride their bicycles to the emergency room - but not in the dark.
"Riding at night is suicide " George says. "You might
as well lay down in the middle of the street."
Martha
applied antibiotic ointment. She and her partner of 31 years, George,
headed to the emergency room the next day.
Martha,
born on the North Coast, doesn't want to be photographed and doesn't
want her real first name used. Camping out by the Bay isn't safe, she
says. Retribution isn't out of the
question.
"It's
dangerous down there," George adds. "A lot of people do
drugs and stuff, methamphetamine. If you don't do drugs, you're an
easy target."
"You're
not in their clique," Martha interjects.
What
about law enforcement?
"Police
are always down there but that obviously doesn't stop anything,"
George says.
To
survive on the streets, George says, it's important to keep
priorities straight.
"We
believe in hygiene," he says. "We take care of our bikes.
We take care of our feet. If your feet are sick, you're sick. You
aren't going to survive. “
They stay away from drugs.
"We're
in our 50s so we're old enough to know better," George says.
The
couple doesn't always live in Eureka. They spent some time in Oregon
with George's mother before she died last month. But they always come
back.
"There's
a lot of nice people here," George says.
"And
there's also a lot of gangsters trying to rob people for two or three
dollars or threaten you with a knife for a bag of recyclables."
He
shrugs."It is what it is. This is the real deal when you live on
the street."
George and Martha's holiday
dream is to find a more secure place to stay."Somewhere safer,"
Martha says. "I don't care about the weather."
Near
Safeway in Arcata, Star Constantine's holding a sign: "It's my
21st birthday."
A
person walks up and hands her a dollar.
"Thanks!"
she says cheerily. Her red hair's pulled back. She's bundled up in a
blue jacket and Carhartts with embroidered hearts. Constantine's
husband waits nearby with the couple's greyhound-Great Dane puppy.
For the coming holidays, Constantine hopes to get food to - make her
own holiday meal with friends.
"I'd
like to do something for the kids," she says, referring to
travelers staying in Arcata. In June, Constantine and her husband
rode from Pennsylvania across the nation with a group of
people. "Seven people and three dogs!"
she says. The ride stopped in Arcata.
Since
then, Constantine has explored the West Coast by hitchhiking, making
short trips to Crescent City and to Mount Shasta. She'd like to stay.
In
Pennsylvania, Constantine was a certified nursing assistant. When she
gets on her feet here, she'll transfer her credentials, she says, and
find work.
For
now, the couple is couch- surfing and camping at Clam Beach.
Constantine makes and sells beaded jewelry.
"Arcata
is a wonderful place,"
About
25 people are in line for dinner at Betty Chinn's mobile dining truck
on a weekday afternoon. One woman doesn't want to be interviewed
about the holidays. She says she won't be with her children and that
hurts. She cries. Other women gather around her, offering hugs and
kind words.
Lea,
46, sits under a tree with an open 40-ounce Miller and a paperback
novel. She calls the novel ii ash. "Just something to read."
Because of the beer, she can't get in line for food.
Lea
came to Eureka from Colorado Springs in September. She likes Eureka.
The weather's better - no snow. "There'd be five inches or so by
now in Colorado Springs," she says. "I'd rather deal with
the rain."
For
the most part, she expects holidays to be like any other day. "1
panhandle and make a little money, buy a couple of beers," she
says. "I smoke a little pot. I drink. I read books. That's what
1 do."
Mike
Wynn, 47, wants groceries for the holidays. Wynn moved to Arcata for
a construction job more than a decade ago. He says he's worked on
building projects including the baseball stadium and the Arcata
Transit Center. He has children. His oldest daughter must be 30 by
now.
"1
probably wouldn't be outside if I was in touch with them, to be
honest," he says.
Wynn
leans on a cane holding an unlit cigarette and “Any Help”
written in marker on a cardboard sign. A man walks over and hands him
a dollar.
"God
bless,"
Wynn says.
Wynn
can do odd jobs if he doesn't have to walk too far or climb a ladder.
He was shot in the leg
four
years ago after a disagreement, he says. He can walk about 25 feet
without the cane.
"I'm
a good mechanic, too," he says. "But I don't have any
tools."
Wynn
says he's enlisted the help of a lawyer to get his disability checks.
For
now, he's making do.
"This
is where I get my groceries from," he says, nodding to his
cardboard sign.
Wynn
has heard of a food pantry in Arcata but doesn't know where to find
it. He may attend a Christmas dinner but not if it's held at the
Veteran's Hall. He doesn't like the building.
"Holidays
are all right," he says. "I'll probably see if a church is
doing something."
