About wait4lefty

Poverty advocate. Lover of social justice, transit, art and theatre. Working for vulnerable populations: the elderly, veterans, low-income, people of color, people with disabilities and the homeless.

The world is supposed to be for all of us

Immigrant rights are human rights. Labor rights are human rights. Civil rights are human rights.  No human being is illegal.

The sun was shining in our nation’s capitol today and across your land and mine.  We gathered in different places, with one goal.  To speak for and about the desperate need for comprehensive immigration reform that can reunite families, send lovers and children and grandmothers back to their beloveds, to their mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.  We were not asking for much, just the promise of these United States to be extended to all.

Some were proudly waving United States flags, the red, the white and the blue as we heard advocates crying out in Spanish and English, for the truths that we all hold so dear, the right to be a whole person. The right to be paid for the work you do.  The right to aspire toward and obtain an education, to be free of fear.

We were there, crying out that this country should be for us all. We are one nation, with many people–the more diverse we are, the stronger we are.  !Si se puede!

“I know this – your boss is making suckers outa you boys every minute. Yes, and suckers out of all the wives and the poor innocent kids who’ll grow up with crooked spines and sick bones. Sure, I see it in the papers, how good orange juice is for kids. But damnit our kids get colds one on top of the other. They look like little ghosts. Betty never saw a grapefruit. I took her to the store last week and she pointed to a stack of grapefruits. “What’s that!” she said. My God, Joe – the world is supposed to be for all of us.”

–Edna to Joe in Waiting for Lefty, by Clifford Odets

Who will be my champion?

Student loan monsters keep me up at night. 

Who will be my champion?

A professor once told me a story; it was some time early in her career, I believe.

She quit her job as a high paid associate to become a public defender; her family all told her she was crazy.  I think she took something like a 90% reduction in pay.  But she had to follow her dream to help the poor, she said.  The problem was that she could not afford bus fare to meet her clients at the court house.

What a damn shame. I think she told me that to encourage me to consider that not everyone who wants to serve the poor, has to become poor to do it.

At the time I was struggling between financial security and the dream of legal aid and poverty law.  I will never regret my decision to pursue poverty law.

Sometimes, however it is all just too much.  Some days the work never stops coming, the load is so very heavy and the road seems lonely.  The clients dance around in my head, long after I leave the office.

Who will be my champion?

I am proud of what I do; I am happy that I am advocating for them.  I am passionate about access to justice.  And yes I feel called to champion those who are often underrepresented by being a poverty lawyer. 

I am not here to get rich, but some days are harder than others.

I am blessed, I have a roof over my head, I am making regular payments on a modest car and I have nice things.  But, I am also not financially secure, by any means.

Who will be my champion?

All of the advocates championing the cause for legal aid funding are crying out for resources to ensure that the countless folks who are desperate for access to justice have a better chance at it.  Their advocacy will make our client cases stronger and the work we do more efficient.

Here are just a few articles touching on the crisis affecting legal aid services and access to justice in this country. Grant Makers Need to Help the Poor Fight Legal Injustices, (Texas) Legal Aid Services Face Funding Crisis, Right to Lawyer Can Be an Empty Promise for the Poor.

Every day, everywhere we turn there is a new and different or old and languishing crisis that begs for advocates to cry out, to seek that justice be restored. As a relatively new attorney, every day I wake up, with a battling internal sense of both impending dread and hope as I come to the office.

I think: I must find a way to do poverty law with some form of work-life balance.

Those words work-life balance are kind of a joke to me. They are just something people in the United States say to each other to feel better about the looming deadlines and long hours that we tolerate at work; most people talk about work-life balance because their work keeps them from their own lives. But what happens when your life is purposed by your work?

I am a poverty lawyer and I breath in the desire for justice and I  breath out as I work for equality.  Work-life balance has never come easy to me. I recognize that if I am not careful to work for it–this balance, then no one wins.

Who will be my champion?

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying, right?

(http://youtu.be/46GwJbrMghQ)

Thank You Tomas

An un-mailed letter to a hero among us.  

Dear Tomas,

I am writing to you this cold day in March to thank you for your service.  I am overwhelmed when I hear your story–but more than that, I am grateful.  I do not know your suffering.  I cannot begin to imagine what you and Claudia and your family are all struggling with.

My initial reaction is to beg you to keep fighting–but you have fought the fight–on the battlefield and back here on the home front you have fought so hard and so bravely.  I have not met you, but I have met countless of your brothers and sisters, other soldiers who also served in Iraq, still others who fought in Vietnam, Korea, WWII and Afghanistan, some who never deployed–but still suffer their own battle scars. Yours and theirs are different stories, but also they are the same.

Each time I meet a veteran, I hope to honor their individual battle scars, those earned from their time in service and those earned from the home front battle-the war waged by returning veterans every day, among strangers, with family members and within themselves.

But your story of courage, your words and actions honor other soldiers and sailors, the fallen and the suffering who cannot speak, cannot reach out and cry out to others.  They are remembered, because of your bravery–in 2001 and today, last month and last week.

I appreciate your constant bravery and your unwillingness to remain quiet about the hard realizations that you have come to and more so about the devastating challenges that you and Claudia and those closest to you have dealt with since that fateful day.

I have read your letter.  I have heard you cry out against the war crimes committed by (y)our leaders who led you and countless others (and all of us) into a war based upon lies.  I have watched you in video and media clippings where you speak out and up for us all to hear. We are listening.

Those of us who stood in the streets and protested the dangerous decision our so-called leaders made to send our brothers and sisters into a country, without cause, to fight a war, without cause, we hear you.

Those of us who lit candles and prayed while cars passed us by and called us Anti-American, unpatriotic, terrorists and heathens, we are listening to your story–we are grateful for your service–we are only sorry no one listened to us when we hoped to save you from our country’s unwise, unjust and immoral tirades.

I am angry too.  I am angry for you and for your family.  The thousands of American and allied forces who have lost so much.  The Iraqi people.  Our nation weeps for your losses, our collective soul is shambles.

The time that is left for you on this Planet, I pray you have the peace that you deserve.  I pray you know that those of us who respected your decision to serve this country, were grateful then as we remain grateful now.

The tone however is different. When we fought against the invasion, we meant to keep you from harm’s way; we failed you.

We could scream I told you so to Bush, Cheney and the criminals who led you there.   We do that, too.  But also, and importantly we owe you a debt of gratitude.

Tomas, thank you for putting words to paper and then to media in a way that I could never do.  You and all of the men and women who gave their lives –those who do not come home, and all of the wounded warriors who come home, forever changed–you are the anti-war movement’s strongest tool, the veteran’s greatest advocate.  

We will not forget you or your bravery.  I try to fight for your brothers and sisters, by advising those who served–and their dependents about what the VA should be doing, is doing and what benefits they may be able to apply for–and from the comfort of my office, it all seems so trivial. 

Your battle with the VA is unacceptable, because for all of the well-meaning folks within the current Administration fighting to end homelessness among veterans, and those working to improve services for those who have served, the treatment for countless veterans at the VA–remains deplorable.

I am sorry that the VA did not provide you comfort, benefits or medical treatment worthy of you and your sacrifice.

What I do is symbolic in that it involves taking on the VA or whatever agency is at times wronging my veteran clients or assisting veterans with whatever issue is aggravating the scars carried among my veteran client(s) and their families.  I try at times to push forward to the other side of hope, with the idea that something(s), sometime(s) can be better for one veteran, one family.

The sacrifice you made is all too real.   Thank you and God bless you, Claudia and your family and loved ones.

Sincerely,

An Advocate for Veterans

(For those who may not know of Tomas’s bravery, check out these links on Democracy Now! A Message to George W. Bush and Dick Cheney From a Dying Veteran. 

Exclusive: Dying Iraq War Veteran Tomas Young Explains Decision to End His Life,

WATCH: Dying Iraq War Veteran Tomas Young on Bush, Missing WMDs, Failed Medical Care )

P.S. I realize that even writing this letter is selfish on my part.  I wrote it to help me come to terms with what your letter, your advocacy, your service and your life have all meant to me, a person whom you have never meant.  I am grateful to have known your story, Tomas, thank you.

Amor, Dinero y …

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Amor, Dinero y Salud

I advised him about his collection proof status before he advised me about seeking happiness, love and financial security. Collection proof is a term that refers to a person who, even if sued for an alleged obligation, a judgment for any obligation owing would be entirely non collectible due to alleged obligor’s asset types and source(s) of income.

This collection proof status often applies to people with low incomes and folks who receive income that is entirely protected from collection such as Social Security/SSI, Veterans Benefits, retirement pensions etc.  What this means for my client is that despite not being able to afford to make any payments, there is no way the creditors could ever ‘touch’ his income. What a relief it was for an elderly, disabled gentleman making it on a very limited monthly income!

But then he went on to advise me about my life, about how he wished for me “Amor, Dinero y Salud”.  It has become my new mantra.  Somewhere in between serving so many clients, it is often easy to forget about my goals, my dreams.  When they come to your office with so little and you are able to help provide some peace of mind, it is rewarding.  But when they are able to remind you a little about who you are, why you do the work you do and what it all really means–that is when the attorney client-advocate-advisor role can often reverse itself instantly.  I learn a lot from my clients.  By no means will I ever become rich doing what I do.  But seeking love, seeking security and seeking health, those are all things this lady lawyer can search for and work for, for sure.

Amor, Dinero y Salud

I advised him about his collection proof status before he advised me about seeking happiness, love and financial security. Collection proof is a term that refers to a person who, even if sued for an alleged obligation, a judgment for any obligation owing would be entirely non collectible due to alleged obligor’s asset types and source(s) of income.

This collection proof status often applies to people with low income and folks who receive income that is entirely protected from collection such as Social Security/SSI, Veteran Benefits, retirement pensions etc. What this means for my client is that despite not being able to afford to make any payments, there is no way the creditors could ever ‘touch’ his income. What a relief it was for an elderly, disabled gentleman making it on a very limited monthly income!

But then he went on to advise me about my life, about how he wished for me “Amor, Dinero y Salud”. It has become my new mantra. Somewhere in between serving so many clients, it is often easy to forget about my goals, my dreams. When they come to your office with so little and you are able to help provide some peace of mind, it is rewarding. But when they are able to remind you a little about who you are, why you do the work you do and what it all really means–that is when the attorney client-advocate-advisor role can often reverse itself instantly. I learn a lot from my clients. By no means will I ever become rich doing what I do. But seeking love, seeking security and seeking health, those are all things this lady lawyer can search for and work for, for sure.