Story by Your friendly neighborhood homeless industrial complex worker
Photos by Sierra Hartman
Part I
People ask me how I’m doing and I say OK because I know if I keep saying it I’ll keep believing it. But I’m not OK. I see the struggle of everyone around me, always, everywhere, and don’t know what else to do besides keep moving, keep going, keep struggling on. But I’m far from OK.
In the city of Tacoma, in Pierce County, in the state of Washington, in the wealthiest country in the world, I make my living off of homeless people. That sentence is true in every way and I wake up every morning praying for when it won’t be.
I’m a homeless outreach case worker. I get paid 50k a year to help unhoused folks survive the crisis of homelessness. I’ve got a desk in a community resource center where I sit and listen to what people need all morning and afternoon three days a week, looking them in the eye, building relationships of trust. I also spend two days a week in the community, out in encampments, shelters, libraries, under over-passes, deep in parks and green spaces, sitting in coffee shops and abandoned buildings, bringing unhoused folks what they need to get through another day.
A couple mornings ago I woke at 3:02am with my heart pounding and chest so tight I couldn’t breath. It felt like the weight of the world was pushing down on my ribs. It felt like everyone who’d ever asked me for anything was needing every god damn thing all at once. That juxtaposition of heart ache and disease.
I can’t describe for you what it feels like after taking supplies to an encampment full of unhoused people living in the worst of conditions, to drive away with an empty van, back toward my full house. I can’t make you understand what it feels like to tuck my children in, kiss them goodnight, tell them how much I love them while thinking about the little girl my little girls age who’s sleeping with her dad in the bushes at Spanaway Park and the little boy my son’s age living with his grandpa in a tent by the Star Center and the young mother sleeping in her car with her three-year-old and newborn behind Fred Meyers. And, and, and, almost thirty different unsheltered homeless families with children, hundreds of unsheltered couples and individuals, and those are just the ones I know personally.
They’re all over Tacoma, all over Pierce County, their stories pinned to locations mapped in my brain, humans holding their children, everything they own, each other. Their dissipating hopes slipping through the cracks of all the places I drive by, knowing there are humans living there. There. There. I see them everywhere and can’t look away. I close my eyes to sleep and still, there they are. There. There.
A part of me goes numb, dead-ends, dies off every time I leave work, leaving behind the fifteen, twenty, some days fifty or seventy, the hundred people I interacted with who are all still stuck sleeping outside, living rough, who barely got what they need to get through the night and have nowhere close to what’s needed to get out of homelessness. And the social safety nets we assume were set up to catch, keep safe and provide a path for unhoused folks back into housing, are instead spilling over, split at the bottom and blaming their load.
I woke up last night feeling like I was breaking in half. I can’t make you understand what it’s like to have so many people depending on you to deliver outcomes you have such limited ability to produce. Words can’t convey the failure of society I witness, participate in, am a part of. Every. Fucking. Day. It is absolutely crushing. And I’m just adjacent collateral. I’m housed, healthy, secure. My shits buttoned up. My white race, my cis male gender, my heteronormative sexuality, my family, my job, my social capital, my layers of privilege insulate me from the avalanche of violence that is homelessness. And it is crushing me nonetheless.

The crushing truth of our homeless service system in Tacoma, in Pierce County, in the state of Washington, in the United States of America, is that it isn’t actually broken. It is doing exactly what it was created to do. Ours isn’t a system interested in eliminating homelessness and it probably never has been. It is a system interested in the appearance of eliminating homelessness while eternally chasing its tail.
When I look humans experiencing homelessness in the eyes everyday, I do so knowing the people making funding decisions do not. They are busy protecting their positions, making boxes to check and checking them, attending the same high level meetings with the same high level stake holders, cushioned many layers above the street level impact of their public service and lack there of. Our homeless industrial complex exists to continue existing, which means it perpetuates homelessness and from a system level, has no intention of fixing shit.
That’s a damning accusation for sure, but keep reading and tell me where I’m wrong. Because I truly hope I am and I fucking know I’m not. Last night I woke outside myself, my dreams so vivid, my pulse so fast, fully stuck in that space between waking and never again. I honestly thought there was a chance it was the end. I was disoriented and confused, stumbled my way to the medicine cabinet, ate a handful of tums, wondering where the line between chest tightness and a heart attack lies, leaning on the bathroom counter, looking deep into the mirror and watching tears that began in my dreams falling into my sink.
Two years out from Tacoma’s camping ban, Ordinance 28831, it is difficult to wrap my head around the ridiculous waste of resources, funding, and civic trust this has been and continues to be. Municipal code 8.19 passed in October of 2022 effectively made it illegal to live outside. The city’s “HEAL” (Homeless Engagement Alternatives Liaisons) team and their agents of enforcement (Tacoma Police) spend multiple days each week enforcing that ban. They too visit all the places individuals and families are living outside, but as opposed to delivering survival supplies or providing access to housing solutions, they tell them to go away.
No one gets less homeless as a result of the “HEAL” team’s “targeted interventions” because providing safe solutions for unhoused individuals and families is not their book of business. They are paid to clear spaces. This valuation of empty places over the people previously occupying them is intentional, policy based, and a reflection of the reality that the City of Tacoma employees responsible for engaging the city’s many unhoused citizens, don’t actually work on behalf of the homeless. They exist to pacify the housed.
The “HEAL” team specializes in sweeps, or the clearing of homeless camps by force. For years now, they’ve been chasing unhoused folks in circles around the city, pushing them out of their camps under threat of fines and jail time, over and over again. Sweeps are more than relocation and cleaning projects; they destroy stability, consistency, all the support and survival routines each homeless encampment develops. They break apart communities who have nothing but each other and eradicate whatever trust had been built between homeless service providers and the people experiencing homelessness. Every sweep is destructive.
The unhoused campers are forced out, anywhere but there, while city contracted employees throw away everything left behind, often while the homeless are packing and trying to leave. And throughout the sweep the “HEAL” team is usually offering nothing besides a window of time to be gone by. There are rarely any legitimate service options, no new paths illuminated that lead the individuals, couples and families being swept out of homelessness, nor even a single useful suggestion for how an unhoused person could possibly live outside lawfully.
In the third week of November 2024 for instance, there were two sweeps within 24 hours that displaced over a hundred households. Both were large encampments on empty but green spaces, one just above the University of Washington Tacoma and the other on Portland Avenue all the way out by Midland. Both sweeps started bright and early with a ridiculously large police presence. Both used loud-speakers and voice magnification devices to threaten immediate arrest for non-compliance. Both forced the unhoused folks peacefully slumbering up and out of their tents and make-shift shelters. Both told the large groups of humans living outside, 40 in one camp, almost 60 in the other, they had 24 hours to remove themselves and any possessions they didn’t want thrown away from the premises or they would be arrested.
Both utilized the pretense of outreach services to justify their sweeps, despite the fact there was nothing available as it was 40 degrees out and no shelters had any vacancies and the outreach teams weren’t even on site when the sweeps started. The first sweep had outreach teams waiting in the old Big Lots parking-lot a block and a half away to offer condolences as displaced people walked by. At the camp above UWT, the “HEAL” team didn’t even bother showing up until two hours after the sweep had begun. Which didn’t matter anyway because no actual useful services were offered at either sweep. But the contracted clean-up team with heavy construction equipment was there shortly after wake-up call throwing shit away and when asked how it feels to trash people’s homes, the only one who’d talk was just annoyed that “these people didn’t take the services offered, yet again.” The mornings finished with the unhoused folks living at both camps wandering off into the city, carting whatever they could carry with them in search of a new spot to set up their flimsy tents and try to stay alive.
Unhoused folks are told they should be in shelters. That’s what passes for services at these sweeps; “HEAL” team members telling homeless folks to go to a shelter. They are told to go to the shelters, and told this regardless of if the shelter beds are household appropriate, accepting of pets, safe for vulnerable populations and/or even available. Because there are often no shelter beds available! There are thousands (you read that right) more homeless humans than there are shelter beds in Tacoma. Yet everywhere an unhoused person tries to set up a tent or park their vehicle to sleep, city paid agents of enforcement will eventually show up and tell them to go away.
We spend crazy amounts of our Tacoma specific homeless service dollars on the encampment removals (sweeps), clean-ups (forcing people to cart off what they can carry and throwing everything else away), site reclamation (boulders and fences to keep the cleared spaces free of unhoused humans) and the maintaining of the appearance of service options (the laughable notion that the “HEAL” team or anyone they contract with is actually providing a navigable path out of homelessness)(they are not).



This is our city’s strategy, their standard operating procedure, to bully, harass and threaten their unsheltered homeless population in circles, uprooting and sweeping them and then publicly gas-lighting them for not accepting unoffered, unsuitable and often unsafe services. Over and over again. It is the definition of insanity.
Both in personal and public conduct our actions should be an extension of our values. Tacoma’s actions speak loudly of their values in regards to their unhoused citizenry. They want them to get off their lawn, to keep pushing up the block, to move on with their visible poverty, take that shit somewhere else. Which is actually quite different than wanting to end homelessness.
When we see our city and county contracted employees fencing off public spaces, removing park benches, filling the grassy areas between sidewalks and streets, medians and under every overpass with giant, expensive-ass boulders, we are right to wonder what the fuck is happening!
Heart palpitations, the fluttering of the aortic valve, I count my out of rhythm tick-tocking. I can feel my heart muscle growing tired, heavy, overburdened with the daily work of survival. And my blood bleeds the same as your blood bleeds the same as all the resilient as hell unhoused people we all see everyday bleed; pushing on through a crisis, bleeding all over us all. When we are down and out, we are more likely to grow accustomed to the bottom than luck into a way out.
This is true for our elders and grandparents living outside, for the parents with their children living in cars and tents across the city, for our brothers, sisters, siblings, neighbors, all the homeless out there. The city/county/cops say go away and the people living outside say where and the city/county/cops say not our problem, now leave or we’ll arrest you, impound your vehicle and trash your shit. And they tell you this while doing that. So the swept go a little bit further away but stay all the way unhoused, every sweep disconnecting them further from communities of support, from dignity and respect, from civilized society. The Tacoma Method lives on.
Part II
Pierce County has been no better. It wasn’t until September of 2024 that Pierce County declared homelessness an emergency. King County made that declaration in November of 2015, for a point of reference. Thurston County in June of 2018. And what was it that finally brought Pierce County to the declaration table? Was it the almost 2,700 unhoused individuals counted in last year’s point in time, dog and pony show? The 26% increase that represented from the year before? The reality we all know to be true that 2,661 is a drastic under count, that unhoused folks are hard to find and count, that they move in and out of homelessness throughout the year and that the real number is estimated to be much larger, three or four times larger? Nope. None of that.
Pierce County declared homelessness an emergency because they fucked up their funding and the only way to circumnavigate their own ridiculous system, was to declare an emergency. Pierce County Executive Bruce Dammeier begrudgingly made the most obvious declaration in the history of declarations, not to bring more housing options, shelter beds or survival assistance to the multitude of individuals and families who so desperately need it; but to save Pierce County’s house of cards Coordinated Entry system from imploding.



A simple explanation for coordinated entry is that it is the centralized intake system for anyone unhoused in Pierce County. It is the front door, peopled by multiple providers, that households experiencing homelessness here are pushed through in hopes of gaining access to either one-time financial assistance to get out of homelessness or a waitlist for housing programs.
Neither choice works well and just getting in the door can take months. Some people go years without accessing coordinated entry. And when they do, unfortunately, the most likely outcome is no outcome. The coordinated entry system usually leads nowhere because none of the choices an unhoused person is presented with during a coordinated entry are particularly likely to lead to housing. Follow me into the weeds…
When an unhoused person wanders into associated ministries or CCS or calls 211 and asks for help getting out of homelessness, if they are lucky, they are offered an appointment, usually not same day, with a coordinated entry provider. Assuming the unhoused person makes the appointment, the coordinated entry specialist then engages them in a diversion conversation at the end of which, the household is either entered into diversion or added to a waitlist.
Diversion is the one-time financial assistance choice and is available to the tune of 600-800 dollars, depending on which access point an unhoused person wanders in at. It is either paid directly to a landlord/property management group to cover a homeless households deposit and move-in costs (as if deposits and move in costs are ever only 800 dollars here) or diversion funds can be used to buy bus, train or plane tickets to export the homeless household to literally any address that says they can live there. No joke.
But if the homeless household does not find a housing solution within thirty days of their coordinated entry, they are exited from diversion with nothing, still homeless and now needing to make another appointment for a new coordinated entry. And despite the reality that the one-time financial assistance diversion provides is almost never enough to pull a person out of homelessness on its own and that the majority of folks who attempt to use diversion remain homeless, it is actually the most likely way an unhoused person gets rehousing help from the Pierce County homeless service system. For real.
It is a far more useful path than coordinated entry’s referral system. The main two referral projects are called priority pool and chronic homeless master list and if unhoused folks refuse diversion, they are placed on one or the other of these lists based on how long and often they’ve been homeless and if they have disabilities or not. Where a person lands on a waitlist has nothing to do with when they completed the coordinated entry assessment but instead their positions in line are ordered by scores pooped out of a top-secret vulnerability tool (seriously, the metric used to access vulnerability scores in Pierce County is not public information and only known by a handful of administrators).
And these waitlists are consistently a thousand plus households long with never more than a few dozen households per month selected for referrals to housing programs. Oh yeah, as a final insult to the injurious coordinated entry referral system, anyone not selected for a referral within 90 days gets booted back off the list and has to start over again. I shit you not. Coordinated entry is the front door to homeless services in Pierce County and the majority of the time, it leads to nowhere. This is the system the county executive finally declared homelessness an emergency to save.



Now, to be clear, it is my opinion that Pierce County utilizes an inequitable, inaccessible and ineffective coordinated entry system. And that since its inception the Pierce County human services department has become drunk on their own Kool-Aid, wasting millions of dollars on consultants and trainers all to effectively gate keep and deputize their own echo-chamber.
It’s also my opinion that Pierce County’s Executive and his minions got so hung up playing political keep away with the millions of dollars in document recording fees earmarked for homeless services, they plum forgot to follow their own overly complicated procurement process to make sure their pet project coordinated entry contracts remained funded!
But it’s fact that mere months after refusing to declare homelessness an emergency, despite being publicly begged by a majority of the County Council to use that declaration as a way to get the millions of dollars in document recording fees sitting in a savings account quickly out into the community where they were and are so desperately needed, a handful of weeks after that public refusal, Pierce County Executive Bruce Dammeier had to make the declaration anyway to save his own ass. These are the games played over us by people who have no stake beyond holding on to wealth and power, while our streets absolutely overflow with unhoused folks. This is the theme of this essay, the reality that our systems as presently constituted are not meant to end homelessness but to manage it into something economically profitable, or at least sustainable. This is that.
Part III
There’s this story in the gospel of Mark that gives me hope, where Jesus and his crew are sitting around watching people pay money into the temple treasury and a widow comes along and drops in two small coins, a few cents. Jesus points to her and says she put in more than all the others because while they contribute from their surplus she gave of her poverty, gave all she had. And it reminds me of one of the many truths people who’ve no relationship with homelessness tend not to know about the unhoused, that they take care of each other.
Everyday I see people with nothing sharing and giving from their positional poverty to others in the same situation. So many of us with surplus, with abundance, hold it and horde it for our own reasons. This while so many in the dirt and doorways of our communities, the dregs of society, give of what little they have to support each other, share their two small coins with their neighbor one tent over. There’s beauty everywhere when you know where to look.
The word “compassion” comes from the Latin root “compati” which means “to suffer with.” There’s a young black man I see regularly on the streets, who coordinated entry can’t help, who gets swept from camp to camp, who I’ve known since he was a child. And when I’m honest with myself, I knew back then he’d be right where he is now. He came from poverty, was raised in trauma, hears the echo of generational harm in his head, schizophrenic screams between his ears and they only stop yelling when he’s using.
He needs detox and treatment and medication. He needs housing and community and hope. And all he ever gets is pushed away, outcasted, and worse every time I see him. Eventually, I’ll stop seeing him. I know a great many children on the street now-a-days, maybe more than I ever have. I know what our homeless service system has to offer them and I know where it leads. There is suffering everywhere when you know what I know, when you can’t figure out how to stop knowing.
The Pierce County Coordinated Entry system is not working and hasn’t been for a long time. I know that too. The only people who believe it to be anywhere close to what it should be are people who no longer do the work. Some Pierce County Human service staff, trainers, administrators, some of our local nonprofits upper management teams, those folks who don’t have to personally experience where our systems drop the ball day in and day out, they still believe coordinated entry works.
Everyone at ground level knows this shit is a joke, including the unhoused folks this system exists to serve. Ask the families and individuals covering our streets how well coordinated entry is serving them, how common housing outcomes are from this needlessly invasive exercise at appearing busy. And ask them about the “HEAL” team too.
According to the Tacoma city manager’s Sept 5th report, of the 5,472 contacts the “HEAL” team had made with unhoused folks by that point of the year, 48% expressed interest in services yet only 9% made it to shelter. Why? Because there’s not actually shelter available for the vast majority of people on the street, regardless of their interest. Because we ain’t healing shit.
But if the “HEAL” team keeps a public record of how many of their contacts, many of which have been swept repeatedly, are interested in services, regardless if those services are real, they can then point to the 52% who are not interested in services as the problem. The perception of access is what the city/county is funding. They remain unconcerned if shelter and services are actually available.
And real outreach workers are left holding the relational dead-ends, the intimate knowledge of every unhoused family with children, every vulnerable person on the streets. They carry that burden while being refused the tools needed to temporarily shelter those unhoused humans as they wait. It is mind-blowing. It is devastating. It is business as usual.
As a result of this disingenuous reality, so many of the projects, the programs, the providers in our homeless service sector who are largely funded by city and county dollars have simply stopped trying. There are whole outreach teams that rarely leave their office. There are resource navigators who do that job by sending unhoused folks away, in never-ending circles to other providers, by sending them somewhere else and somewhere else and somewhere else.
There are transitional and permanent supportive housing providers who cherry pick the easiest to house folks and create barriers to keep out the rest, leaving the highest acuity, most vulnerable humans living on our sidewalks and green spaces. The results mirror our current social contract, the least vulnerable are the most likely to achieve a positive housing outcome while the most vulnerable, those furthest from justice, the chronically homeless population, are unlikely to even find an access point, let alone housing. They stay homeless and their numbers grow. And the “HEAL” team sweeps them away again and again until they die. 295 died homeless here last year.



There’s no legitimate feedback system, no way for the people who get passed over, left behind, spit out, swept away, there’s no way for them to let the folks who make funding decisions know what is actually working, which providers are doing the thing they accept public funds to do and which have simply learned to play the game.
Not that it would matter anyway. None of these city or county investments are incentivized to provide viable long term solutions to homelessness and the reason why is clear. Why the fuck would they? They need the opposite. If homelessness lessens, becomes infrequent in occasion and minimal in duration, the multitude of paid partners who CE employs and refers out to would have to find a new hustle. Try their hands at Medicaid billing services or something.
Similarly, if the number of unhoused folks living unsheltered shrinks and/or becomes supported by their own communities, the need for the “HEAL” team goes away. The “HEAL” team model is predicated upon three things; a) keeping a visible multitude of unhoused folks both unhoused and unsheltered, b) keeping housed people agitated, bothered by homelessness, upset enough at the people living outside to report them regularly as a problem which c) empowers the city to sweep in and save the day by trashing everything, replacing it with hostile architecture and pushing the camp to the next neighborhood. Repeat process. Repeat process.
There are no useful services offered because there are few useful services available because there is no system incentive to fix homelessness. Many of our largest and most successful homeless service sector non-profits, many of our city and county departments, employees and leaders, many of US need homelessness to maintain at its current level and if anything, to increase. And the lack of affordable housing, the top heavy, unaccountable and unnavigable homeless service system, the punitive camping bans and irrationally inflexible zoning ordinances reflect those City of Tacoma and Pierce County priorities exactly.
So this is a call to y’all. Please help. Speak to your city council members. Your county council members. Ask them who they are funding and why. Ask them the price difference between sweeping encampments and offering help, between trashing people’s possessions and providing weekly trash/sanitation services, between offering unhoused humans a legitimate path out of homelessness and forcing them under threat of arrest to move two blocks away so the space they previously occupied can be replaced with big rocks. Repeat process, repeat process. Again and again and again. Ask them why we pretend like we don’t know how to fix this. Ask them who benefits.
The hungry beast is fed by keeping us housed folks targeting the victims instead of focusing on the causes and finding solutions. We stay busy snitching, calling on the city and county agents of enforcement to cast out our unhoused neighbors, humans already living outside, and excuse ourselves from the responsibility of engagement. Our inaction in the face of suffering is a sanctioning of violence.
By not tending to our neighbors in crisis we give our permission for the powers that be to treat them like chattel, we surrender our belief in our shared humanity and with it relinquish our collective community power, the very thing needed for the abolition of poverty. The focus is narrowed to homeless=problem, city/county=solution. But they’re not solving anything. They are moving in circles.
They are trading unhoused folks with other counties. They are pushing the problem one block over as a regional policy. And it’s keeping a whole lot of people, from the upper echelons of government and executive directors to lowly peon, boots-on-the-ground outreachers like me, working on a project not intended to be completed. Once again, our homeless industrial complex exists to continue existing, which means it perpetuates homelessness and from a system level, has no intention of fixing shit. This is that.
This is why I can’t sleep. You shouldn’t be able to either. This is why I keep seeing dead people in alleys, in my dreams, under bridges, in my rearview mirror. If they ain’t dead yet they’re headed that direction. Once again, this is a call to y’all. Please help. Please demand better and more for your neighbors experiencing homelessness. For all of us. Stop ignoring suffering, stop looking away, stop telling yourself someone else will fix it. No one’s coming. We are the cavalry. That’s your family, your co-worker, your community, your people. You are responsible for yours. The people got the people. Talitha Koum. We all we got.
The only career ambition I’ve ever had in this field is to become unnecessary. Help me.
Citations:
- (a) Tacoma council passes a homeless camping ban. Here’s what it means and when it starts | Tacoma News Tribune
- (b) Tacoma has spent $160K on boulders to deter homeless camping. Advocates are displeased | Tacoma News Tribune
- (c) 2024 Pierce County Point-in-Time Count
- (d) Pierce County executive won’t declare a homeless emergency | Tacoma News Tribune
- (e) Pierce executive declares emergency over homelessness funding | Tacoma News Tribune
- (f) New homeless shelter-access hub aims to do something Pierce County has never done | Tacoma News Tribune
- (g) Tacoma Gathering Memorializes a Record Number Who Died Unsheltered in 2023 | The Suburban Times
- (h) Weekly Report to the Mayor and City Council, September 5, 2024





