By Michael E. Miller
By Ryan Yousefi
By Kyle Munzenrieder
By Sabrina Rodriguez
By Michael E. Miller
By Carlos Suarez De Jesus
By Luther Campbell
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One year ago New Timesspilled a great deal of ink chronicling Miami's long, slow decline into poverty, the grim result of a combination of overwhelming immigration, middle-class flight, an overtaxed and unequal education system, massive job losses, and deteriorating housing. Since then city officials have taken small but encouraging steps toward reducing the burdens of the poor. A few success stories are beginning to emerge, but basically most poor people are about where they were last year, if not worse. Decent-paying jobs, health insurance, and affordable housing are all still scarce. Public education, transportation, and many other services are still inadequate to meet the needs of a teeming metropolis.
Last year New Times introduced you to a few of your neighbors -- people who live in parts of town you probably only drive through, quickly, and with the doors locked. We went back to visit some of them recently, to see how they're doing and whether they're even aware the city's leaders are finally trying to help them. What we found is that the perspective from city hall is very different from the view on the street.
She lives in a tiny apartment in Little Haiti, constantly on the verge of losing her faith, if not in God then in humanity, as she struggles to find a job, a ride, a doctor. Last year at this time Naomi (she asked that her real name not be used) was out of work and two months behind on the rent because she used her last bit of money to bury her mother in Port-au-Prince. Although she's a United States citizen, has lived in Miami for ten years, and is involved with her church, Naomi's best job prospect was part-time work as a homemaker for a home healthcare agency. It paid eight dollars an hour but the work was inconsistent. Sometimes the agency would call her for five days of work in a week, sometimes two or three. And sometimes none. Her bleak prospects are not unusual in Little Haiti, home to about 24,000 people. It is plagued with both one of the highest unemployment rates in Miami-Dade County (19.4 percent) and a poverty rate greater than 50 percent.
Naomi had a beat-up and temperamental 1986 Chevrolet station wagon that often wouldn't run, so she was left at the mercy of the county bus service. Her $550 monthly rent was difficult to make and she had to get creative (food stamps, church donations) to find enough food for herself and her twenty-year-old son. He couldn't find work, but he was studying to be an auto mechanic at the Miami Skill Center. Now 21, he still hasn't found work, his mother says.
And their prospects are worse than ever. "My situation is not good," Naomi moans in broken English. "Not good. It's more bad than last year. I have an accident and I cannot walk."
For a time things had been looking up. Her part-time job cooking and cleaning for homebound people was steady enough that she was beginning to get ahead, if only marginally. She even thought she'd be able to scrape together the $87 fee to take the state-administered licensing exam to become a certified nursing assistant, which could mean greater job security.
Then something awful happened. This past May 27 Naomi was driving her Chevy to a job when she was hit by another driver. The driver didn't even stop. "My left leg was hit, and my chest," she recounts. After she got out of the hospital, Naomi was in physical therapy for her leg -- until the limited-assistance program that paid for it stopped. She lost her job, and she didn't have the money to repair her car. "I don't have collision insurance," she explains. "It just stays broken. I cry because I cannot pay my rent."
Fortunately Naomi's church took up a collection to help cover some basics. But the Haitian congregation is composed mostly of people not much further up the economic ladder than Naomi. They can't support her indefinitely. And just like last year, rental-assistance programs are few and their benefits difficult to obtain.
Now, one year later, Naomi is again two months behind on the rent, a fact her landlord reminds her of frequently. "I don't know where to go or who to ask," she sighs. "Sometime it's like I want to lose my mind."
Naomi's health is slowly improving. She can walk around now, if not as well as before. She wants to find another job, but it will have to be work that's not too physically taxing. "If I find something I can do, I will," she says. "We survive, only God knows how."
Has she heard of any of the city's antipoverty initiatives, such as the campaign to inform poor residents of the federal Earned Income Tax Credit? Naomi pauses, mentally running down a list of all the programs she's tried to tap into over the past year. "No, I haven't heard of it," she says. "You know something that could help me?"
Jeanette and Louise
Jeanette Kennedy and Louise Jones are neighbors in Town Park Plaza North, a HUD housing cooperative in Overtown at NW Nineteenth Street and Fifth Place. Town Park is at the edge of Miami's historic black district, right where it's cut by two massive highways -- I-95 and I-395. Louise is 62 years old, Jeanette just 45, but the two women have a lot in common. They're both grandmothers and both have lived in Overtown a long time. Louise has been here since 1957, Jeanette since 1972.