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" Owen Scott Doctoral Thesis Abridged Interview Number 15 "
Submitted by Brian Shadensack
Thesis Summary: I believe that in treating the homeless population problem purely on a clinical level we have dehumanized the homeless population. Outside of the Psychologist or the Social Workers office I believe that I can show that the we need to treat the homeless population as people, not a statistic, will will lead to helping the homeless population in a more caring and natural way.
Transcript of Interview Number 15
Interviewer: Owen Scott
Interviewee: Bo Little
Subject claimed to be 35, appeared to be early 50s with light skin damage. Subject has scarring on her body both from injury and aforementioned sun damage. Subject has a full set of teeth though they are an odd brownish color. Subject’s is prematurely balding. Subject appears to be roughly four feet ten inches and is malnourished. Most if not all of the maladies can be attributed to her refusal to enter an indoor space. I was able to contact interviewee through her cell phone, given to her through a local charity. Due to her refusal to enter indoor spaces the charity is also willing to charge the aforementioned cell phone for her. Note on location: Due to interviewees refusal to come inside for interview, interview happened in the alley behind an apartment where interviewee “lived”.
Note on the editing of this transcript: For clarity purposes this transcript has been abridged compared to the original audio log, * marks sections that have been shortened, for an unedited transcript please see Interview Number 15 in Section S5.
Scott: Do you prefer Bo or Miss Little?
Little: Bo is fine. Do you prefer Scott?
Scott: I prefer Scott.
Little: Good, I don’t know your last name.
Scott: Actually Scott is my last name.
Little: Really? What’s your first?
Little: I’ll stick with Scott.
Scott: Alright, Bo ready to start the interview?
Scott: Alright Bo, can you explain situation to me?
Little: Well I’ve been unable to enter a house for about two years.
Scott: By “unable to enter” you mean?
Little: Unable to enter. Cannot enter, impossible to enter a house.
Scott: Could you define house for me?
Little: I guess I’m using house to just mean anything with four walls and a roof.
Scott: So by house you mean...
Little: A building.
Scott: Just a building?
Little: I guess not. It’s, it’s just so hard to define, you know. Oh I can’t get in a car, even if it’s a convertible. So there goes my definition of building, right? A convertible doesn’t have a roof, right. I can’t go into a demolished building without a roof. Hell- I can’t even get medical attention unless they come to me. What I’m saying is that a building is a good catch all; it’s more akin to not being able to enter a place with an entrance.
Scott: So when you say entrance, you mean like a door?
Little: I wish. I can’t define it. I can enter this alley just fine, though you think opening made by the two buildings would qualify as an entrance. But here I am, I can go to a drive thru if they accept walkers. But I can’t get into a public park unless I hop the fence. I can’t go into a building period. No cars. Open air tent? I can go in, though that’s just four entrances. It doesn’t make a god damn lick of sense. Why can’t I go inside? I can use entrances, but why can’t I go inside? I...I just want a warm bed and a running shower and to look outside at the rain instead of being in the rain and and and…
Scott: You alright Bo? Do you need some time to compose yourself? Do you need anything?
Little: No, no I’m fine. I agreed to give this interview, I need to get my story out there, maybe see if there’s anyone else out there like this.
Scott: So you haven’t been inside for two years. But your teeth seem fine, care to explain that?
Note: at this point Interviewee proceeds to remove her teeth.
Little: They’re dentures. I lost my teeth when I was four in a traffic accident. Had to get my whole jaw rebuilt.
Note: Interviewee proceeds to put the dentures back in place.
Scott: Oh, well…how do you manage to survive out here?
Little: It’s not easy. You would think food would be the hardest part, but once you get over eating out of the trash it’s not that hard. I…I once killed a dog because it had a piece of a hot dog in its mouth…I…I ate the dog too.
Little: I…we ate the dog.
Little: Some other homeless and I. It was so cold. Have you ever been outside during the winters around here? They are horrific. So cold…so cold…
Little: Inside is warm…why can’t I go inside…why…
Note: Interviewee is completely unaware of her surrounding at this point.
Bo: Why…why…why…I just want to go inside…inside…warmth…bed…running water…why….why…
Bo: What? …Where am I…?
Scott: You’re outside, at your home, you were telling me about the dog?
Little: Oh yes. We ate the dog.
Little: It was me, Jasper, John, and Sean. Jasper started the fire to cook the poor mongrel, John was just there, and Sean…oh poor Sean…
Scott: What happened?
Little: Then nothing, Sean was a butcher before the disease got him…
Scott: Sorry to interrupt, but disease?
Little: Oh it’s just a bit of fancy speak that the homeless use. I don’t know where it started but it’s just what we call homelessness. So anyways, Sean always had his knives and a cleaver on him…
Scott: He had a cleaver?
Little: Yeah, damned it we knew where he got it from, but he never was without them. Anyways, he just goes ahead and skins the mongrel and guts it. Hell he even filets it. Queerest thing I’ve ever seen, but I’ll tell you, it was the best meal any of us had in a long while.
Scott: What happened to Sean?
Little: Well a bit of time afterwards I was just walking him to a food bank, when we were attacked by a mugger. I don’t know what a mugger was trying to get out of two homeless people, but I’ll be damned if he wasn’t out for something. So anyways the mugger attacks me, and Sean just takes that cleaver of his and swings for the mugger’s chest. Misses, hits the mugger square in the stomach, and the Mugger looks down, sees a little bit of intestine peaking out and just stabs Sean in the neck a few times. Real quick like. Like a man possessed...and…and...Sean…Sean…bleeds out…
Scott: My god…
Little: And there I am, trying to hold this man who just saved me, who’s easily twice my size up, and he’s bleeding to death on top of me. So with all my strength I don’t let him crush me under his bulk I manage to put him down, against the cold brick of the building in the alley where the mugger jumped us. And…and…I…I can’t go…can’t go…inside to…to get…to get help. And…and…he just dies in that alley…homeless…at least he wasn’t alone.
Scott: You stayed with him?
Little: At…at…least until…until…he died. Do…do you want…want to see the alley?
Scott: Yes, I would like that.
Note: Interviewee leads Interviewer to an alley about fifteen minutes away from where the interview takes place. Interviewee refuses to get into Interviewer’s car. The walk seems to have a calming effect on Interviewee, while Interviewee does have tears in her eyes Interviewee also seems to walk with a purpose. In between a bowling alley and a closed restaurant is a dumpster across from which is where a small cross is scratched into the wall.
Scott: So this is the alley?
Little: Yes…you can see where he died…and that’s where I tried to go inside to get help, and couldn’t.
Little: I…I really tried…you know…it’s not fair…
Scott: Why are you afraid to go inside Bo?
Little: I’m not afraid, I can’t. There’s a difference between can’t and won’t.
Scott: Are you willing to try?
Scott: Please, for me, for Sean.
Little: For…for Sean?
Little: Ok but don’t get mad when I can’t…
Scott: No one will get mad.
Little: Promise me.
Little: Promise me.
Scott: Alright, I promise I won’t get mad.
Little: Ok, but you have to watch me try.
Scott: I will.
Little: Ok…alright Bo you can do this.
Note: Interviewee takes a few minutes to garner courage and begins to walk towards the bowling alley. Interviewee looks back at Interviewer; who nods in approval; Interviewee noticeably swallows in what is assumed to be fear or frustration; opens the door, stalls for a second, enters the building, and instantaneously appears to walk out the exit door of the bowling alley.
Little: You promised not to get mad.
Scott: I’m not mad, I…I’m confused, what just happened?
Little: I told you, I cannot enter a house.
Scott: But, but, but…Let’s try something. I’m going into the bowling alley and we’ll try again.
Little: Won’t matter…
Note: Interviewer enters the bowling alley, stands about ten feet behind the entrance, Interviewee approaches, only to again enter and instantaneously appear to walk out the exit door.
Scott: Wait, wait….let me try something.
Note: Interviewer exits the building and proceed to approach Interviewee, no one in the alley takes notice.
Little: Hey what are you…
Note: Interviewer proceed to pick up Interviewee, and approaches the door, nudging it open. The second Interviewer and Interviewee enter the building Interviewee disappears and appears outside the exit door on her back.
Little: A little help…
Scott: Oh, of course…
Note: Interviewer proceed to help Interviewee up.
Little: What part of unable to enter do you not understand?
Scott: I’m so terribly sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?
Little: Well money of course doesn’t really help me all that much, but if you want to buy me a space heater and some batteries to power it with I would greatly appreciate it.
Scott: Of course…of course…I also gave my phone number to the charity where you got your phone from, feel free to contact me if you need food or something.
Little: I already have charities that help me with that, but if times are tough I will.
Scott: Good, I would like that.
Little: You know you seem awfully calm about somebody who just witnessed what happened.
Scott: Well Bo, I really wish I could say that this was the oddest thing I’ve run into giving these interviews.