Fans in the Tampa Bay area that attend games for Tampa Bay Buccaneers and NHL’s Tampa Bay Lightning – along with other sporting events – might want to know that when they order a beer or hot dog at a concession stand, it’s more than likely coming from a homeless person. Not only that, but it’s coming from a homeless person who isn’t getting paid one dime for their work that day.
How can this be? One of Tampa’s largest homeless programs, New Beginnings of Tampa, as a condition for giving out shelter and food in one of their facilities, contracts their “members” to work at various locations. The charitable organization is paid in full for the work that is performed, but the workers do not receive anything.
While it is true that they are given a place to stay, and food to suffice on, the question remains, is their labor being exploited for profit? Some homeless advocate and labor lawyers seem to think so.
Catherine Ruckelshaus, general counsel for the National Employment Law Project, a labor advocacy group, said:
This is outrageous. These workers are doing a job. They need to be treated with dignity.
Some labor lawyers, according to the Times, chimed in:
A company can compensate employees with shelter and food but it needs to document the hours worked and the value of the housing and meals provided in order to ensure that workers at least earn the federal minimum wage of $7.25 an hour.
Pastor Tom Atchison. Photo via www.tampabay.com
One of the problems is, Pastor Tom Atchison, founder and current director of New Beginnings, does not currently do this. He does not keep track of the hours being worked.
The other problem is a more vexing one. The investigation that has taken place by the Tampa Bay Times has given several forms of evidence that is placing the organization’s founder in the hot seat.
For one, while it claims to provide counseling to its members, no one that works there is clinically trained to work with addicts or the mentally ill.
An even bigger red flag is that the Social Security checks and food stamp money that is sent in the mail is confiscated by Mr. Atchison, and is never received by its intended beneficiaries, either.
Former New Beginnings employee Victoria Denton had this to say via Bucs Nation:
I don’t lie. What I saw was wrong. If a check comes in, it doesn’t matter if it’s your name, my name, or Timbuktu’s name, it’s going in his [Atchison’s] name.
Lee Hoffman, a former New Beginnings resident and minister says that Atkinson, who is also the Pastor for New Life Church, keeps everyone’s social welfare benefits, even if they amount to more than what the residents owe in program costs.
He would say they’re drug addicts, they’re alcoholics, they’re just going to spend it on cigarettes and booze. The only way they get any of it is if they complain hard enough.
Homeless person on the streets. Photo via www.ibtimes.com
The Pastor claims that he is giving people a chance to get back to work, that “it’s a tough job market.” He seems to think a lot of good is happening based on what he is doing. Atchison said:
I should be making $100,000-plus a year, and not apologizing for it. I deserve it.
He does acknowledge, though, that the workers should be getting paid for what they do and wishes he could do that.
I’ve been feeling bad. For 15 years, all these people have worked their butts off, and have nothing. . . . And they are all happy. Oh, Pastor Tom, you saved my life, I’ll do anything for you. . . . But it shouldn’t be that way. We want to start giving people a future.
Currently, the teams that are allowing New Beginnings to work for them are reviewing the Christian-based organization’s practices and will decide whether or not they will continue their working relationship.
Homelessness
In my life I’ve been sad to hear,
those that don’t care about others, their message is clear.
“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps” I hear them exclaim,
they care naught for my circumstances, I cannot; It’s my pain.
When you’ve no money, no address, no phone,
no one will hire you, you’re out on your own.
In this time of high technology, when most businesses hire from online,
having no computer, I can’t put in applications. I haven’t got a dime.
No transportation to go to a job, no housing, no address, leaves me in a lurch.
So I sit here, and you watch me with wary eyes from your perch,
You assume I committing a crime, just by sitting on a bench.
You assume I’m an addict due to my aromatic stench.
I don’t have a home, no shower, no clean clothes,
For it is I and those who are like me that you do your best to loathe.
Your unwanted assumptions are my cross to bear,
I wonder if you really see me, if you could really care.
Humanity needs to come full circle, to care about each other,
It wasn’t that long ago you see, but now no one wants to bother.
The tribes of the past, used to share and make sure all were taken care of,
No one went hungry, or unsheltered, or unloved.
A lesson for humanity should be given once again on the range,
the ones who are oppressed are the ones who can make change,
but only if we all stick together, regardless of our lot.
We only have each other, and that is all that we’ve got.
So fight for all humanity, against the hoarded greed,
With kindness and fairness, we can all be freed
from this giant rat race, we can live together, and amend
and let the planet heal from our wars on each other, and be better humans once again.
-Linda Meyer
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Ode to the Homeless Veteran
Go Away! I heard him say.
You homeless bum be on your way!
He pushed me and punched me.
He was not at all kind to me.
What ever happened to this land of the free?
Apparently freedom, no longer applies to me.
I have no family who will take me in
They put me off and say I’m living in sin.
They think that I’m disposable,
But I’m a human being just like you.
Such a statement should not be opposable,
But I’m treated like an old worn out shoe.
People don’t usually see me here standing in the rain.
They never see that I am a human, and that I’m in much pain.
You see I fought for my country when I went to a foreign land,
When I came home there was no fanfare, no band.
I came back only to find no help for me,
My broken body, soul, and mind,
Makes people uncomfortable, they leave me behind.
People see me as a bum, a loafer, and lazy.
They call me an addict, and mentally crazy.
What I am is a human being just like you.
I deserve to be treated with dignity too.
Although I’m broke and broken, don’t judge me so severe,
For one day, if circumstances dictate, you also could be here.
Be kind to all people you come across in life,
No matter who they may be, we all experience strife.
Everyone deserves a home to call their own.
Everyone deserves to be cared for, and kindness shown.
Will you be the one to help make an opportunity for me to feel loved?
Or will you continue on your way, not caring, and giving me a shove.
Humanity needs a reset and to let greed, and ego go.
People need to become humane to each other, and allow humanity to grow.
~ Linda Meyer