On Monday afternoon, I drove into San Francisco and got off at the Fifth Street exit. While waiting for the lights to change, I saw six people — many wearing vests marked “Camp Resolutions” — oversee the removal of the homeless’s belongings along the highway.
A few hours later, I ran into a former resident of the camp who was grappling with how much he had lost. Earlier that day, he received a text saying he had made a doctor’s appointment. He was sure it was the 29th, not the 26th, but not wanting to miss it, he left his belongings at camp and ran to the doctor’s office. There, he was told the text message was sent accidentally; his date was right. When he came back, everything he had was taken by the city.