Our documentation is targeted
There were no gales or gusts last night, contrary to the Metro newspaper forecast on Friday. We got back to our patch earlier than usual at 9.30pm just in case. I was actually looking forward to witnessing some dramatic weather! As it turned out, last night was no different than any other night, only colder.
I had been sleeping with three layers of clothing covering my legs, the outer one being the jeans the nun in charge of clothes in the Dellow Centre gave me two weeks ago. The jeans are now broken and I can't risk sleeping in them. It means I woke many times during the night with cold legs. Of course, I wouldn't have been so cold if the Whitechapel Mission had given me the jeans I had been asking them for ever since I was landed with what I've got. I have yet to come across a charity shop for second-hand clothes so that I can buy a half-decent pair of jeans for a few pounds. So much for the Whitechapel Mission offering "the largest clothing store in London available to the homeless".
Yesterday we uploaded my blog from an internet café - the library closes at 6.00pm on a Saturday. After that, we went to McDonalds for one coffee between the two of us, as we normally do at night. This time, however, I was told the coffee machine was not working. Before we left, Declan asked if the two people drinking coffee at the table next to us got the last two cups. He was informed they did, and that the machine will be out of action for the rest of night!
This morning things got quite aggressive for us in the Whitechapel Mission. Declan was about to get up for the toilet to wash when a homeless guy in his late twenties demanded that he give him one of our bags on the floor - he only wanted the bag. Declan explained to him as best he could why he wasn't in a position to part with the bag, but the guy wouldn't give up.
We have never had any problems in the mission before so I suspected this was a set up, and that the guy was itching for a fight. I stood up and gave him a plastic bag from my rucksack. He then muttered something and went about his business. He didn't bother us anymore but we were both aware that one of his friends had been stalking our baggage until he left.
We had the same problem in the library Idea Store Whitechapel – guys more interested in our rucksacks than the books on the shelves – until Declan started to tie our bags together with electrical wire. We also tie them at night in the patch, and from now on we are going to do the same in the Whitechapel Mission.
Interestingly, yesterday afternoon there was a fire alert in the library. While Declan was untying our rucksacks, a security guard stood over him insisting that he speed himself up. It turned out to be a false alarm. Five minutes later everybody was back in the building.
It's very clear to us that our rucksacks are being targeted, and no doubt our documentation in particular. Who on earth is interested in the bags of two homeless people that sleep rough at night? It was our documentation that was the first thing that the two policemen asked us for the first time we were interrogated at night. Rough sleeping without any documentation is the surest way to end up in police custody. Tough new anti-terrorist laws have given the police tremendous power.
It also seems clear to us why St Mungo's hasn't given us the referral we need to get into a night shelter, notwithstanding that Declan has spoken to the PA to the CEO of St Mungo's (Charles Fraser) and the Private Secretary to the Leader of Tower Hamlets Council (Cllr Denise Jones), and has emailed the Minister for Housing and Planning (Yvette Cooper MP).