Since none of the people I'm going to mention here are ever going to see this blog, I'm just going to write this up. Names will be withheld.
About 6 or 7 weeks ago, a homeless girl in her early 30's (I'm guessing) started living in one of the garages in the back of my house, which is a 1880's mansion that was broken up into three apartments. I live on the 1st floor, and the garage she moved into was formerly mine when I had a car.
I spoke with her from time to time, gave her smokes, did her a few other small favors. Prior to living in that unventilated, toilet-less garage, she had been living on the street. She was grateful at least to have a roof over her head. Eventually, she got a bed in there.
And today, this morning, she knocked on my back door to tell me the owner of the building was evicting her from that garage because the third floor tenants, a young European doctor and his wife, complained to the owner about her. There was a threat to call the police.
Now, I can't imagine what they could have possibly complained about because there was self-evidently nothing to complain about. This young girl caused no trouble of any kind. She had visitors come by the garage, and they didn't cause any trouble either.
So I imagine that those socially aspiring people on the third floor were simply offended to be living so close to a homeless person. And then, thoughtless about the consequences for this girl, complained about her to the owner. Now she will be homeless again. There she was crying on my back porch this morning as she told me the sad details of how all this came to pass.
And we know that over time, or maybe even tomorrow, that bourgeois young couple on the third floor will forget all about the fact that they did such an evil thing. Their consciences will be clear, their memories wiped clean. In fact, I talked about that early last week in the last post I wrote. Few seemed interested in that post. Well, at least now you understand its consequences.
Now, I wish there was a God because then I could tell those motherfuckers to get down on their knees several times a day for a very long time to pray to that God for forgiveness.
Unfortunately, even as we strongly suspect there is no God, we know for a fact that there are lots and lots of heartless motherfuckers. Humans evolved, so what you see is what you get. It ain't a pretty sight.
And I am wondering what I could possibly say on this blog about some other awful human atrocity that compares to this story, because, in the end, all those atrocities boil down to the story I just told. There is no calculus of evil.