Raleigh PD just threw us out of Moore Square, and refuses to allow us to feed people.
— Hugh Hollowell (@hughlh) August 24, 2013
And thus was born #Biscuitgate.
And the last week has been a whirlwind of phone calls and media interviews and position statements and blog responses.
Oh, and along the way, my cat Tony almost died, and $900 dollars we did not have to spend later, he is home, but still throws up when we give him his medicine. And my garden is flipping me the middle finger after being neglected all week.
And all of this on top of our “routine” work. People in rehab. People about to be turned out of the shelter. LGBT folks that cannot find a shelter that will accept them. Worrying because the soup kitchen will be closed on Monday, and not knowing how the folks that depend on it will eat.
The only reason any of it has been able to happen has been the amazing staff and volunteers here at Love Wins. They have given so much this week and poured out so much of themselves. I am honored I get to work with them.
The high point of my week, though? It was Tuesday. I was walking through the park – the scene of the crime, if you will – and the City Council had not yet met and our immediate future was far from certain.
And while I am walking across the park, my friend James came up to me.
I have known James for almost all of the more than six years I have been doing this work. After spending more than 12 years on the street, he is now housed and stable. But he is still loud and cranky. So when he hailed me down, I was not sure what to expect.
“Hugh. Man, It’s wrong what happened Saturday. All you was trying to do was feed some folks.”
I utter something appropriate, like, “Thanks.” By then, I was sorta tired of talking about it, to tell you the truth.
But James was not. He had more to say.
“Man, for six years, you have been out here feeding people. So today, I wanna feed you. So here you go.”
And he handed me a Jersey Mikes gift card, good for one free sandwich. And then he turned on his heel and marched off.
Which was good. I have always hated to cry in front of people.by