As I begin reading Part 3 of Sidewalk I have come to two
important realizations: first, the homeless people are still too proud to admit
that they’re homeless and second, Mitchell Duneier is still too proud to think
we trust his subjects in the study. If you’re wondering why this is being
written at 2 in the morning, it’s because I just watched four hours of slam
poetry on YouTube and I’m too proud to get a low grade on my blog posts. Pride
as it turns out, is in everyone.
I had noticed this pride issue earlier in the book when
the panhandlers of Sixth Avenue said they would never reduce themselves to
looking through trash for a living. The scavengers who looked through trash for
a living said they would never reduce themselves to begging. In the more recent
chapters I noticed an emphasis on this pride, as the sidewalk dwellers don’t
think of themselves as homeless people.
As this book continues there is an emphasis on how the
choice to live on the streets comes about. “To understand the act of sleeping
on the sidewalks, rather than assuming a person is making a trade-off between
drugs and a room, it is always useful to consider a person’s overall logic…”
(page 162). This brings powerful insight into the sidewalk world and human
judgment. Why are people from the higher classes so proud that they immediately
think someone on the street has no money, no education or intelligence, no other
option, and is inevitable on drugs? If we could pay attention for a bit longer,
we’d maybe see them as they see themselves: “street entrepreneurs” (page 172).

Pride as it turns out, is racist and classist.
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