Skip to comments.Did Inequality Make Dasani Homeless?
Posted on 01/11/2014 4:37:07 PM PST by BfloGuy
Dasani Coates, the 11-year-old homeless child profiled in Andrea Elliotts highly praised five-part New York Times feature, arrived on stage at Wednesdays inauguration ceremonies to serve as a poignant symbol of—in Mayor de Blasios words—the economic and social inequalities that threaten to unravel the city we love. But far from providing a window into inequality, the Times series, Invisible Child, is better understood as a beautifully reported but muddled revival of decades-long evasions about underclass poverty.
Dasanis story is moving but hardly new. Anyone who lived in New York—or D.C., Detroit, or Chicago, for that matter—in the 1980s and early 1990s or who has dipped into books like Adrian Nicole LeBlancs Random Family knows the general outline. Chanel, Dasanis mother and herself the daughter of a welfare-dependent drug addict in Brooklyn, has six children by three different men, a long history of debilitating drug use, an explosive temper, and numerous arrests. Her husband, Supreme, has brought his own drug addiction and two more children by a deceased wife into the mix; Elliott makes vague reference to previous children as well. At some point, Supreme worked as a barber, but as far as we can tell, Chanel has never held a job. In truth, she isnt much of a mother, either. She is often listless from methadone; the familys room is filled with piles of unwashed clothes. Dasani appears to be the primary caretaker of her seven siblings. She wakes up early to change and feed her baby half-sister and get the other children ready for school; understandably, though her school is only two blocks from the shelter, she is chronically late. What role, if any, her parents play in this morning chaos known to every mother and father, rich and poor, is left unsaid.
Elliott is an honest enough reporter to admit parental dysfunction. But, as she told Times public editor Margaret Sullivan, she wanted to center her story on a child in order to avoid the politics of blame—referring, presumably, to those who have found fault with Chanel and Supremes many precursors. True to the progressive spirit, Elliott implies that the structural forces arrayed against Chanel and Supreme are so great that the two are powerless to help their children. (It should be mentioned that in Elliotts nearly 30,000 words, she makes not a single reference to Dasanis genuinely invisible father.)
But on several occasions, Invisible Child unwittingly reminds us that there might be ways out of the familys misery. Chanel inherits $49,000 on her mothers death; within a short time the money is gone, and she cant figure out where it went. A local charter school, the lifeline for many other poor parents and children, advertises its rigor and excellence; Elliott sniffs that it sounds exclusive. In the wake of welfare reform—howlingly protested by the New York Times, by the way—Chanels mother, Joanie, turned her life around, landing a $22,000-a-year job cleaning subway cars. Calling her first day of work the the happiest day of her life, she was able to save enough for a cozy apartment in Bedford Stuyvesant and to earn a pension that would be inherited—and apparently squandered—by Chanel.
Like most progressives, Elliott seems immune to the lessons of Joanies success. If Chanel and Supreme both worked full-time at minimum wage, she tells us, their combined salaries would come to only $2,300 per month—just enough to cover the average rent for a studio in Brooklyn. Not only does she wildly exaggerate rental costs (the New York City Department of Housing and Preservation reports median rent for all vacant apartments, not just studios, in 2011 as $1,100), but her calculations also dont take into account the Earned Income Tax Credit; Social Security; food stamps; nutrition programs for women, infants, and children; and Supremes widower benefits, among other public sources of aid. It might not add up to much, but it would mean giving life to what Elliott calls abstractions like . . . self-reliance.
Elliott is less equivocal in casting blame when it comes to problems outside the personal control of her impoverished subjects. In the case of the Auburn Family Residence, where Dasani, her seven siblings, and her parents sleep on six decaying mattresses, she makes a successful case for outrage. Leaking pipes, armies of mice, and creeping black mold add the finishing touches to the freezing 520-square-foot space. The women and children use a communal bathroom, with toilets frequently clogged with vomit and feces; sometimes strange men come around peeping, or worse. Security guards and caseworkers keep busy by humping their clients while food workers serve rancid meals. The contrast between the horror of the Auburn shelter and Dasanis own spirited intelligence and guileless devotion to her family explains the understandable outpouring of sympathy that has followed the series publication.
Elliotts other target—inequality, or a neighborhoods profound divide, as she calls it—reveals the ideology that guides her project. She often refers to Brooklyns growing affluence with barely disguised distaste: the gleaming residential towers, the wine store with its sommelier tastings, and the whims of the wealthy. The reality is that inequality is a mixed blessing for Dasani. Its true that before gentrification, Fort Greene was more equal: everyone was poor. Many residents also faced the chronic threat of violence—one scourge, at least, from which Dasani and her family appear relatively free. More important, underclass poverty of the sort that threatens Dasani and her siblings preceded incoming mayor Bill de Blasios tale of two cities by decades. Ironically, by blurring Bloomberg-era inequality with the perpetual carelessness of Chanel and Supreme, the Times diminishes those workers who are genuinely struggling with stalled median wages, working poverty, and poor skills.
The reason for this confusion is clear: in the progressive mind, there is only one kind of poverty. It is always an impersonal force wrought by capitalism, with no way out that doesnt involve massive government help. Progressives blame lack of compassion—and the citys failure to provide more services—for tragedies like Dasanis, but theyre mistaken. It in no way excuses the appalling conditions at Auburn or the incompetence of Homeless Services to note that, even if she were living in a four-bedroom apartment, Dasanis situation would remain awful. The shelter did not cause her mothers drug problems, violent temper, or indifference to her childrens development and education. Living in an apartment, Dasani will still be late for school because shes busy feeding and clothing her seven siblings while her jobless parents nod off on methadone.
What Dasanis story really proves is what progressives dont want to admit: how tough it is to free a child from the choices of her parents. When theyre happy, Im happy, the remarkable Dasani says. When theyre sad, Im sad. Its like I have a connection, like Im stuck to them like glue. Thats the thing about kids. Even the best social services cannot unglue them.
A much more interesting story lies in how people rise above it.
Not income inequality-—parental stupidity.
any of you detectives spot a clue or two ?
All the medicaid enrollies are going to financially kill that program. We can't afford a health insurance bail out and we certainly can't afford single payer.
SUPREME? how did I miss THAT in the article.
which supreme was he named for DIANA ROSS?
“let me go why dontcha babe....”
a black SUPREME-IST?
I wonder if Chanel MIGHT be named after Chanel Number Five?
Because her parents were / still are drug addicts that's why - end of story, period.
the economic and social inequalities that threaten to unravel the city"?
Is Diblasio a nut?
The other kids names are Perrier - Deer Park - Crystal Springs - Fiji and San Pellegrino
Set me free, why doncha, babe ? Get outta my life, why doncha, babe ? You just keep me hangin’ on...
When you pay women to have children they wouldn’t otherwise have, you get unwanted children. Only a mother who doesn’t love or want her children would treat them like Dasani’s mother treats her.
Dasani after a brand of bottled water.
Apparently the family in the post uses a similar technique with bottles of water, perfume and beer.
Wow. ANOTHER piece dumping on unmarried mothers. TWO op-eds in the New York Post today yakking about it today. Usually there’s only one. Where are Heather Mac Donald and Nicole Gelinas? Come on, y’all, join the pile-on.
We all know the statistics. But these women did not abort their our children. Give them a bit of credit for that. They chose a hard road rather than kill someone.
Sick of it.
our = own
woop there it be!
imagine naming a children using “the Fast Food naming convention”
Yes, we can give them credit for not aborting, but, nonetheless, there are altogether too many single mothers and single fathers in this country. It's a terrible trend.
Now, sometimes, it can't be helped. Often, it can't be helped. But you know as well as I do [or the NYP editorial staff] that it often can and is the result of gross irresponsibility and ignorance. You sound sensitive on this subject. I suspect that if you even participate on this board, you have no reason to.
Oh, that's a big, fat "yes". Imagine what that says about about the 75% of the voters who chose him.
As an aside, only 1 million people voted in that election. 25% turnout. Amazing. We will die of apathy.
With local heartthrob Carlos Danger sidelined, you can understand the lack of enthusiasm...
I’d like to add one last comment to this discussion, now that Ari Fleischer has chimed in in the Wall Street Journal, saying the exact same thing that has been said so many times before with no new insights:
We are all responsible for the culture that has people sleeping around as if marriage doesn’t even exist. We go to the movies, read the books, watch the TV shows where affairs are obligatory. We allow our kids to go to schools that are amoral, if not immoral. We’re part of it.
So I guess I figure it’s unfair to blame the blacks and Hispanics who make up the majority of the “out of wedlock” births. The people who were here first started this libertine culture, and now the poor and the newcomers are being blamed for following in our footsteps. They have fewer resources to combat this evil at its roots. The poor schools and the poverty and the despair that leads to alcohol and drugs feed upon one another.
That’s all. If we want the poor folks to be responsible, then let’s start being responsible ourselves. Stop patronizing the merchants of fornication.
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