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Grew up in Jackson Heights, New York, but now live in Jersey. Married and the proud owner (servant?) of 4 cats, including a little blind guy named Quincy. Jobs have included: English teacher in U.S. and abroad, cabaret performer and member of a NYC sketch comedy troupe; now a full-time legal secretary and freelance writer. Other jobs: canvasser for NYPIRG/cannery worker in Naknek, Alaska (a fisherman told me it was "the ugliest part of Alaska")/dog kennel cleaner/member of the swine and poultry crew on a California farm. This year a memoir piece will be published in Telling Our Stories Press and poems in The Awakenings Review. Currently working on a one-woman show. "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." Samuel Beckett

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Salon.com
FEBRUARY 7, 2012 1:41PM

Unsung Heroes, RIP

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A Horton 
Anthony Horton, photo by Nura Qureshi

 

On Sunday night, 43-year-old author and tunnel dweller Anthony Horton died in a subway tunnel fire on the F line just north of 63rd Street and Lexington Avenue in New York City.  He was born in New York City and grew up in foster homes after being abandoned by his parents.  He was no stranger to law enforcement:  he was jailed from 1990 to 1991 and 1999 to 2003 on assault-related charges.  He met artist Youme Landowne in 2004 with whom he collaborated on the graphic novel, Pitch Black, published in 2008.  The book was based on his life underground. 

 

Friends said that he struggled with drinking and his book mentions substance abuse issues.  He also wrote that he found the streets safer than shelters.  His friend Jordan Buck invited him to stay with him and his sister in TriBeca in the 90s, but Horton preferred the tunnels. 

 

Buck said, “On the one hand, he set up these rooms for himself and he definitely felt pride and a sense of ownership.  There was something magical and mystical down there.  The other part was lonely.”

 

Ms. Landowne said, “He drew himself and the subways and things from his imagination, kind of a better world.”  She said he loved dogs, and taught gymnastics and art classes for homeless people at Jan Hus Presbyterian Church on the Upper East Side.

 

Mr. Horton showed Landowne his tunnel dwellings.  One had a futon, bookshelves and artwork.  He said he hid his art and meager possessions throughout the subway system for fear they would be lost or stolen.  He had about a dozen rules to live by, including:  (1) always carry a light, (2) anything you need can be found in the garbage and (3) always have more than one spot.

 

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Lelia Boroughs

 Lelia Boroughs 
Lelia Boroughs, NBCBayArea.com photo 

 

Lelia Boroughs of San Francisco’s Pacific Heights was not known to many outside her community.  Neighbors said the retired nurse was a kind soul who offered to pick up people’s groceries and fed the homeless who hung around outside her apartment.  She had no family to leave her estate to.  Before she died in September at the age of 84, she told her attorney she wanted to bequeath her 525-square-foot condo to the city to convert into a homeless shelter.

 

Boroughs' will stated that the city could sell the condo if it wasn’t deemed a viable shelter.  This week, San Francisco’s Board of Supervisors will vote on whether the sale can be cleared.  Director of San Francisco’s Department of Human Services, Trent Rhorer, said the condo would net the city’s homeless fund $400,000 to $500,000, which could help up to 150 families get into housing or help families on the verge of losing their homes to stay in them.

 

Veteran homeless advocates were not aware of Boroughs’ commitment to the cause. 

 

“I think it is a beautiful thing,” said Jennifer Friedenbach of the San Francisco Coalition on Homelessness.  “I think in San Francisco, it really shows people do care about other people.”

 

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My mother was homeless and lived in a women’s shelter for six months in the late 80s.  During the winter, her suede boots were slashed, and she was always in fear of her possessions being stolen.  She got a black eye from a resident of Irish descent she called “Rosie O’Grady”.   Believe me, she gave as good as she got.

 

Mom pounded the pavement and eventually found an apartment.  It was a dark time for all of us.  She suffered from mental illness, and I was in college and unable to take her in or give her money to find a home.  I wish I had known someone like Lelia Boroughs back then.

 

Unsung heroes are all around us.  Have you met any today?

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I'm so sorry your mom had to go through that. It must have been so terrible for you too, and my heart goes out to you.

Years ago I stumbled upon a homeless woman sleeping where I took care of some stray cats. She told me sometimes they slept with her. I told my friend who helped me with the animals about her, and she started to visit her at night. She and her mom took her in and helped her find a job in a laundrymat and got her on her feet again. I was so amazed at their kindness. I rescued cats. They had rescued a person!

I didn't meet one yet today. But I hope there are plenty of them out there.
I have a series I have written called Horses with No Names.. all about the homeless or those less fortunate. Some make fun of me for doing it..
I carry on.
Wonderful blog
HUGGGGGGGGGG
What a wonderful event. Lelia was one of those silent heroes. I think of my daughter as a hero of sorts. As a young woman, even before her MA in social work, she assisted the homeless and mentally ill on the streets of Portland. Now her work has her in a safer setting--she's a mother now, but she is still doing the same kind of work. She stills recognizes her clients from over a decade ago, and they her, when they meet on the street. Recently, one of her former clients, and elderly man with alcohol and mental health issues died, and the sadness in her voice when she told me his story revealed how deeply she cared about this man. She hadn't seen him in many years. How does one breed compassion? I do not know. She did not get it from me, so don't compliment the mother. It is her calling, and she was smart, or sensitive enough to hear that call and heed it.
Joanna, it was an unfortunate time. Animals are such a blessing to us. What a heartwarming story!

Linda, That is terrific. I've seen some of your photo essays on the homeless and unsung. Keep up the good work! xo

beauty, your daughter sounds like a wonderful person. Not everything has the heart and/or fortitude for that kind of work. You can't breed compassion, as you said.
Thanks for stopping by, Jane.
If newscasts were filled with stories like these, I would start watching the news again. Thank you for telling stories of real people who make a difference. These are perfect examples of the adage "think globally, act locally".
Thanks, Maurene. I am so tired of the horror and bad news. I try to post more positive stuff whenever I can.
Erica-

Publicizing Lelia Burough's action might inspire others. Too bad that its so desperately needed.
Yes, Ian. It is a shame we need advocates for the homeless, but such is life in America (and elsewhere).
So many of your posts have purpose, and meaning behind them. Like Maureen Brown said, imagine it this was covered on the news? That would make the world so much less ugly. Instead the Kardashians (and other hideous things) rule the airwaves.
Great post.
Well done report. If Fannie Fay and Freddie Mac had been properly run, not as bureaucratic empires, then all through the first decade of the 2000s, before the crash, they would have helped fund a properly affordable housing building boom (bungalows, modest small family homes) that would have gradually provided affordable housing for low-income families and persons. The rampant housing speculation, the building of McMansions, etc., ruined a golden opportunity for temperance, balance and sanity. The culture of grandiose expectations is to blame.
Anything that suggests we have people with hearts in this country gives me much needed hope. R
Great stories, and yet there are parts that make me sad. I want to read Horton's graphic novel. Love graphic novels. He must have been very resourceful to live as he did. But how the hell did a fire start? What an awful way to die. I didn't know about the woman in SF, but that would be about the right price for a condo here, which is one reason so many people are leaving or homeless. I agree there are a lot of remarkable people in the world. Thanks for the positive stories.
Thanks for relaying these sad stories, especially the one about your own mother. How many of us don't see these unseen people who could mean so much?
Thanks, fernsy. I read about Anthony Horton in the NY Times and Lelia Boroughs on msnbc and was touched by both of their stories. I heard nothing about them on TV news, though.

Jejune, Points well-taken. How do we return to saner, more humane times?

Thoth, Yes, we need hope now more than ever.

Sirenita, I don't know how the fire started, but I'm not surprised. The NYC subway system is so antiquated and fire hazards abound. He was unfortunate "collateral damage".

Mary, Thank you for reading. They are all around us.
Simply amazing. Sad, poignant and rings absolutely true. It's a telling commentary on our society that anyone would feel safer on the streets than in a shelter. And Lelia must have a gone to a special place in heaven devoted to selfless heroines.
Thank you, Audrey and Nicole.