I live next door to a complex that takes Section 8.
It’s fascinating to see the difference between my place where no gov’t assistance is accepted and the neighboring complex.
My place. Inexpensive newer Toyotas, Hyundais and older luxury cars — all well maintained by real mechanics. Section 8 complex. Giant pickups, old Buicks with huge rims and crotch rocket bikes. Many are in a general state of disrepair. Shirtless guys drink beers while failing to fix their vehicles.
My place. Everyone leaves for work by 8:30 am. Few return before 6pm. Section 8 place. Drinking parties outside all week. Unattended children running into the road. If it wasn’t for a couple seniors who keep watch on things, I’m pretty sure the section 8 folks would be robbing our apartments.
This is 25 miles outside a major metro area. ...and all the tenants of the section 8 building are white. Additionally, the rents are higher in the section 8 building since Uncle Sugar is paying.
Want to read a great book written by a welfare department insider? Get “The Backside of the Helping Hand” by Dan Edward “Moe” Johnson who was an inspector for the Indiana welfare bureau. There are lots of anecdotes of his many experiences investigating welfare fraud. Many of the stories are funny but he came to the conclusion that most of the people on welfare did not have to be on welfare, they just chose not to work.
Why not drink and “party” all the time when Uncle Same (Uncle Sugar as you put it) is gonna pay the bills. It is absolutely disgusting. And it is that crowd that makes things even worse for the small fraction of Sec. 8 tenants who actually NEED the help (short-term setback, trying hard to work and contribute to society). But that small fraction could better be helped by the private sector.
Why is it that Sec. 8 tenants tend to not care at all about anything - especially the housing they are living in? I have seen some of those apartments - holes in walls, unclean, and generally trashed. Oh -yeah, its the welfare mentality.