Cheslock offers one such solution: Transfer responsibility for rural programs from HUD to the Department of Agriculture, whose employees already work in small towns across the West. Cheslock and Colorado Rep. John Salazar, D, are crafting legislative language to designate $50 million for USDA rural homeless programs. Communities would apply for small grants, maxing out at $50,000.
“That seems like nothing,” Cheslock says, “but a rural area could do so much with that.”
A heavy toll
At 7:30 a.m. on the day after Thanksgiving, Trivitt heads to work, her hair pulled into a ponytail to disguise the fact she hasn’t showered.
The children, however, have a holiday from school, and the day stretches before them. They ping-pong around town, seeking entertainment and shelter from Oregon’s rain. After visits to the pet store, the city dock and two used-car lots, they land at the mall. Here they find “lunch” for the day: a juice vendor’s tiny sample of strawberry smoothie.
Eric and Jennifer try to keep classmates from discovering that they live in a car, but their situation is hardly unusual. This year, 175 of Coos Bay schools’ 3,500 students were homeless. In Oregon, over 11,000 students have no place to live; nationwide, at least 200,000 kids are homeless on any given day. These children fall behind in school, suffer disproportionately from health problems, and are more likely than their housed peers to become homeless as adults.
Jennifer wants to go live with her grandmother, but her mother refuses. “If I lost Jennifer, I’d be lost,” she says. Recently, after two straight rainy days, the dank Jeep seemed to shrink around the family. The quiet disagreement erupted into an argument that ended when Trivitt, having reached some limit of patience and hope, threw a CD player at the windshield. Now, a spiderweb of cracks fragments her view of the road.
Help is hard to come by
Homeless programs help people survive crises, but a deeper problem persists, rooted in a shifting economy. In much of the rural West, housing costs are rising while service jobs replace relatively high-paying, blue-collar work — and receding federal housing programs haven’t filled the gap.
In order for rental housing to be “affordable,” it must cost less than 30 percent of the family’s total income. By that measure, nothing in Coos Bay — not even a studio apartment — is within reach of someone like Barbara, who earns Oregon’s minimum wage of $7.50 per hour. To afford a three-bedroom place, she’d have to work 84 hours each week.
“This is a dynamic you’ll find all over the West Coast; it’s not just unique to Coos Bay,” says Bob More, director of a nonprofit that provides a range of social services along the Oregon coast, where fishing and timber have given way to golf courses, restaurants and hotels. Each week, his organization turns away between five and seven families seeking rent or utility assistance.
Congress has been reluctant to subsidize low-income housing over the last 25 years. HUD — which administers most federal housing programs — is a shadow of its former self, with a current budget less than half of what it was in 1978.
Rural areas have been particularly hard-hit — USDA’s rural affordable housing program now produces just 5 percent of the housing units it did three decades ago. As older units convert to market-rate rentals, there is a net loss of affordable housing. Meanwhile, the Section 8 program continues to shrink: There are 130,000 fewer Section 8 vouchers now than in 2004. Barbara will wait six months to two years before she gets another voucher.
That leads to a high-stakes game of musical chairs, says Beth Shinn, a professor of public policy at New York University: The chairs are affordable housing units and the players are families trying to secure them. “Because there are fewer inexpensive housing units than households that need them, some folks are left homeless when the music stops,” Shinn says. “Individual problems influence which players are left standing, but when there are so many more players than chairs, it is not only people with problems who get left out.
“Homelessness is likely to remain widespread until we raise wages or subsidize housing enough to bring the gap between incomes and housing costs down,” adds Shinn.
Mangano says more money for low-income housing won’t come without a shift in political priorities. “When was the last time you heard a presidential candidate — or even a senatorial candidate — talk about housing as a major issue? Housing is not a primary issue, a secondary issue or a tertiary issue. It’s not even on the screen.”
Two weeks after Thanksgiving, Trivitt has saved $200, but her Jeep has been repossessed. “No way to get the kids to school, run errands, look at houses, get to and from work,” she says. “I have lost my independence.”
She and the children are staying in a Coos Bay motel for one week, courtesy of a generous local politician, but it’s just a stopgap measure. At the end of the week, without an affordable home on the horizon, they’ll be looking for another temporary place to stay.
The author writes from Berkeley, California.








The article about homeless Barbara Trivitt, (and her two kids) strikes close to my heart. I'm a single mom, my kids have grown and my child support has stopped. I lost my job because I was being sexually harrassed. The bills are all piled up, I haven't paid January rent yet, and it looks like I can't pay February either, so I will be moving into the camper shell on my pickup truck soon. I'm almost fifty years old, intelligent, educated, and jobless in a rural community. Where will I take a shower? Where will I sit to read a book? What about my dog? Where will I wash me clothes? There's no way I can afford to move, I can't even fill my gas tank! I may lose my truck if I can't make the payments, like the lady in this story. What if I get a ticket because I can't pay insurance? I'm thankful that my kids have been able to move to the city and get work and a place to live, so they don't have to live in the truck with me. They are working to get college degrees. They grew up here in this small, below standard, rotting forty-five year old trailer I now have to myself. I look at the pictures on the walls, the ones they made for me in art classes, and I cry to think I'll have to take them down and not see them when I live in my truck.
I've applied for jobs and assistance, and have gotten nothing yet. The holiday season seemed to drag on interminably with places being closed, so I could get no response.
So, today is Monday, I can't sleep from worry. I'll do my best today to try to get some work, any work! But not at the place I was harrassed. My boss was touching me when he shouldn't have been, in a sexual way, and I cannot tolerate that for a paycheck.
I hope something changes, soon. Abuse of women has to stop. It's frightening to have men harass and abuse you when you are trying to survive, especially with kids, we are so vulnerable. What has happened to honor and respect that used to be normal between men and women, that used to be a proud way of life? I've been in abusive relationships too. My heart goes out to Barbara and her kids. They are doing their best to survive, when they ought to be able to thrive. They will be as resourceful as human animals can be, which means they may turn to stealing to be able to eat, if they don't get a chance to be productive and fulfilled.
The sad state of our HUD programs is a reflection of the sad state of our democracy. The sad state of the way a lot of men treat women is a reflection on the decline in moral values in America, the decline of personal justice.
I wish all of the poor a lot of luck, a full belly, a hot shower and a safe, warm, and comfortable place to sleep, and clean clothes.
Perhaps if the wealthy, the land-owners, give a bit more towards helping, give up some luxury, we can get to a balanced place where all people can at least be warm and comfortable.
Cynthia Carlisi