There was a time in public memory when Americans imagined that the homeless were refugees of a kind, on their way from somewhere to somewhere else, residing temporarily in the tunnels and doorways between here and there. Some people were uprooted after the War on Poverty was fought to a draw, when their rents went up, their wages went down, and the safety net turned out to be full of holes. Others were in transit from mental asylums that didn't heal them or to halfway houses that didn't exist. Still others were maimed by drug abuse. Communities from coast to coast...
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