Apr. 1st, 2005
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Apr. 1st, 2005 06:34 pmThe place I work can best be described- at least in the way I like to use words- as quirky.
On so many levels.
It is in a neighborhood that I like to refer to as "moderately sketchy"; others who are used to more posh surroundings sometimes toss it off as a "ghetto", but it isn't. Not compared to true ghettos. It has its share of gang violence, and there have been two murders in the area since I started working here eight months ago- one gunshot down the street that may or may not have been gang related, and one girl who was found in the park across the street and sadly passed off by some locals as "just a prostitute". All in all, though, its no worse than any other neighborhood full of marginalized people, and I'm not afraid of being here. At night I exercise caution, and usually take the bus or get a ride the four blocks to the el instead of walking. Although I do sometimes have my own personal escort in Raoul, who will walk me to 19th St (the el station is just past 20th St) and no further, offering to "watch" me until I get into the el station for safety, because he "can't go past 19th St", but wants to make sure I'm okay.
We're in a building owned by a church that belongs to one of our founding and sponsoring denominations. Like the neighborhood itself, the church has a long and happy history of being active in the community, but has in the recent decades has begun to fade and struggle. It is a small, simple building, as one would expect of a church that preaches simplicity, humility and peace. The church is "caretaken" by a formerly homeless man who likes to be called TJ, and swears he's related to one of the prolific mafia families here in Chicago. He keeps the landscaping immaculate, and the sidewalk and front steps completely clear from litter and leaves. There are two apartments above the church, one inhabited by a congregant who is also the chair of the church board; the other is used by us as our training space, complete with large living room in which to meet, bathroom, full-sized kitchen, and dining area. Sometimes, as it is right now, extra CPTers will use it as a place to crash while they're in town for extended periods of time.
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On so many levels.
It is in a neighborhood that I like to refer to as "moderately sketchy"; others who are used to more posh surroundings sometimes toss it off as a "ghetto", but it isn't. Not compared to true ghettos. It has its share of gang violence, and there have been two murders in the area since I started working here eight months ago- one gunshot down the street that may or may not have been gang related, and one girl who was found in the park across the street and sadly passed off by some locals as "just a prostitute". All in all, though, its no worse than any other neighborhood full of marginalized people, and I'm not afraid of being here. At night I exercise caution, and usually take the bus or get a ride the four blocks to the el instead of walking. Although I do sometimes have my own personal escort in Raoul, who will walk me to 19th St (the el station is just past 20th St) and no further, offering to "watch" me until I get into the el station for safety, because he "can't go past 19th St", but wants to make sure I'm okay.
We're in a building owned by a church that belongs to one of our founding and sponsoring denominations. Like the neighborhood itself, the church has a long and happy history of being active in the community, but has in the recent decades has begun to fade and struggle. It is a small, simple building, as one would expect of a church that preaches simplicity, humility and peace. The church is "caretaken" by a formerly homeless man who likes to be called TJ, and swears he's related to one of the prolific mafia families here in Chicago. He keeps the landscaping immaculate, and the sidewalk and front steps completely clear from litter and leaves. There are two apartments above the church, one inhabited by a congregant who is also the chair of the church board; the other is used by us as our training space, complete with large living room in which to meet, bathroom, full-sized kitchen, and dining area. Sometimes, as it is right now, extra CPTers will use it as a place to crash while they're in town for extended periods of time.
( Office Space )
( Click to Donate )
( Family Ties )