I am an 800-lb. gorilla, and you ain't fooling me no more. |
Louis Shalako
The other day I was speaking to a young man. He is
thirty-three years old. He works full time for a prominent Canadian automotive
retailer. He makes twelve bucks an hour give or take a few cents.
He was lining up in front of the food bank. He had
broken up with his partner, who had a couple of daughters in school or working.
They’re still sleeping in the same bed, as he is currently trying to save up
first and last month’s rent to get his own place. I asked him about noise, one
of my petty little interests these days.
He snorted.
“We can hear the next-door lady in the bedroom beside
us, snoring, coughing, and basically, her pillow is a foot from our pillows….”
And the walls are obviously very thin.
Twelve bucks an hour full-time is better than minimum
wage. Some would say he is lucky, to be relatively intelligent, able-bodied,
and to have a job at all. In some sense, they are of course right.
One of the reasons welfare (Ontario Works) and
disability benefits (Ontario Disability Support program, Canada Pension
Disability, etc.) are so low in this country is because everyone knows about
them. Minimum-wage workers might become understandably upset if they figured
out a disabled person in ‘otherwise
similar circumstances,’ perhaps age, marital status and skill-set for example, is markedly better off than someone employed
for minimal wages full-time. We get about the same things, food, shelter and
clothing (of a kind) without having to put in forty hours under some scab
employer to get it.*
The Province of Ontario recently did away with the Moving
Benefit, which clients could only get once every two years; with a maximum
benefit of $899.00.
I am presently looking for another place to live. The
reason I want to leave the building I presently occupy is noise.
It’s
not a bad apartment unit.
It’s not a bad neighbourhood. They’re not bad people. I
just can’t take the noise. The walls are very thin.
I’m tired of fighting the guy that lives above me. He
works until eleven o’clock p.m. When he comes home, he might have a friend over.
He might be hungry and want some grub. The thumping from above can be bad
sometimes and not so bad at others. It depends who is there, and if they are
drinking, playing the stereo or whatever.
I’m tired of fighting with the lady in the next
apartment over barking dogs, I’m tired of going across the hall and politely
asking the nice young couple that live there if they would please turn the
music down. I’m tired of the people, whom I have never met, on the other side
of my bedroom wall, coming home at one a.m. and having a shower, opening and
closing closet doors, slamming the bathroom door, etc.
The
walls are very thin.
Being the man of action, I went on Kijiji and had a
look at ads for one-bedroom apartments.
I went and looked at one—and it’s on the top floor,
which is just what I said I was looking for. The building and the apartment
look all right—about what one might expect in the price range.
The story gets deeper. They will of course ask about your
source of income. The lady told me that they have a ‘one-third rule.’ According
to her, the rent must not exceed one-third of your income or they don’t want to
rent you a unit.
This is where it gets interesting. When I told her
that I was on ODSP, she immediately told me that the rule might be ‘a little
bit different’ for me. She asked me to provide ODSP benefit stubs for four
months. She also told me, “A lot of ODSP people have their cheques sent to us
from the Ministry.”
(Not a direct quote but without attribution we will
paraphrase. – ed.)
Interesting conclusion: neither this landlord, nor my present landlord, would have any kind of moral objections to a disabled person paying 65 % to 70 % of their income in rent.
Interesting conclusion: neither this landlord, nor my present landlord, would have any kind of moral objections to a disabled person paying 65 % to 70 % of their income in rent.
There’s more. What they want, is a certified cheque or
money order for the last month’s rent. Before I can move in, I must pay the
first month’s rent. Sounds simple enough, but I want (as a point of honour) to
give sixty days of notice at the other building? (At a later date, I may need another place to live, and the present company owns a number of buildings in town.)
Still sounds simple, right?
Still sounds simple, right?
My next disability cheque is spoken-for. I need to pay
the February rent. If I put a stop on that payment, my present landlord would
be a bit irate, even if I explained the circumstances, which would go something
like this:
“I need a money order to give to the next landlord,
but I have already paid last month’s rent here—is there some reason why I can’t
do that, (skip a month and pay the next, even though I have not been officially accepted into the next
building) and come back and pay next month’s rent, and then, a month after
that, use my next disability cheque to pay the first month’s rent over there?”
I suspect the answer would be, “How do we know that
you will come back next month, not stiff us, not force us to go for an
eviction, and leave us with a month in arrears, you’re safely out of the
building and we are now forced to make a decision…hire a skip tracer, and try
and collect through the credit agency or small claims court? Or just let you
screw us and forget about it?”
So I'm being profiled, right? Or punished for the crime of some other poor working or disabled slob...right? (We all look the same to you, right?)
So I'm being profiled, right? Or punished for the crime of some other poor working or disabled slob...right? (We all look the same to you, right?)
Sometimes a simple ‘no’ would suffice, ladies and
gentlemen, but there is still more.
While the rents are about the same, in the new
building they have electrical meters for each unit. It’s an extra charge. They require
tenant insurance for all tenants, that’s an extra charge. My income is low
enough on ODSP and the income from my books is still in the small but
developing stage—and you know all about how much fun that is (on ODSP) from a
prior blog post on that subject.
There are one or two other considerations, but simply
telling someone ‘if you don’t like it then why not just move’ doesn’t really
take facts, circumstances, needs and capabilities into account.
Simple people give simple answers. One is well advised
to think it through, get all the facts, (and I have no idea what tenant’s
insurance would cost, nor the electricity) so essentially I am done for the
time being...as far as I know, or until we get more information, or something
in the equation changes for the positive.
We’re still not done yet.
What, the average reader may ask, is the problem with
the ODSP/Ministry sending the rent to the landlord? Even though my credit is
good, and I am a responsible adult and not a spoiled brat?
Answer: "Since when did I develop a cognitive disorder...???!!!"
"Oh, well, Mister Shalako...we're just trying to help you, but if you don't want our help..."
(Yeah, what then, and thanks for the implied threat, incidentally.)
Answer: at some point there may be a noise problem, a
bedbug or cockroach problem, an abusive neighbour, and the ODSP social worker
will ask certain questions.
“Have you spoken to the landlord, the police, the
animal control people, the building superintendent, have you been feeling all
right lately, are you sure there really is a problem and you’re not just
blowing it all out of proportion, you only just moved in there, etc, etc, etc….ad
infinitum, ad nauseam…have you been taking the meds, are you sure you don’t
want to speak to nice Mr. doctor-man, etc, etc.”
Here is the truth, ladies and gentlemen: landlords
love having disabled residents. They get their cheques every month, straight from
the Ministry. The client gets what’s left.
The landlord doesn’t care if you have electricity,
they don’t care if you have a phone, or the internet, (essential to my
business), they don’t care if you starve or line up three and four times a
month at the food bank.
The landlords, in collusion with their government cronies of
all political shades and stripes, will do everything to ensure a profit for
their shareholders. And they don’t give a rat’s ass what happens to you.
For some reason, the disabled are not well represented
among their ranks, although they have a few pets that they trot out from time to
time for the photo-opportunity that goes along with every fresh,
glowingly-positive and completely bogus policy or program announcement this government
makes.
And now you
know all about it.
The young man with his twelve dollar an hour wage also
faces certain challenges, and I think it’s fair to say that none of us at the
lower end of the income scale has it exactly easy.
I would like to know whose interests are truly served when
government and commerce, working hand in hand, knowing all the facts, seem
determined to make life harder for all those unable to defend themselves and
who are completely lacking in effective political representation.
But it must serve somebody somewhere…right?
END
*Conventional (bouorgeois) wisdom is that we should just be grateful; and keep our mouths shut.
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