Comments on: The working poor http://polizeros.com/2008/01/19/the-working-poor/ Musings on politics: anti-war, global warming, peak oil and otherwise Wed, 07 Jan 2009 23:33:57 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: reader http://polizeros.com/2008/01/19/the-working-poor/comment-page-1/#comment-147739 reader Sun, 20 Jan 2008 04:30:42 +0000 http://polizeros.com/2008/01/19/the-working-poor/#comment-147739 That is a terribly sad story about the dumpster with people in it. Here in Portland, a homeless man was killed when the dumpster he was sleeping was emptied by a trash collection truck. He was crushed to death when the driver operated the compactor. I worked on the wrongful death suit, which his family lost when the jury found in favor of the garbage company. I'll never forget the photos of the scene when workers found his body when the truck was emptied at the end of the shift. Here's a bit about it: http://wweek.com/editorial/2929/3928/ That is a terribly sad story about the dumpster with people in it. Here in Portland, a homeless man was killed when the dumpster he was sleeping was emptied by a trash collection truck. He was crushed to death when the driver operated the compactor.

I worked on the wrongful death suit, which his family lost when the jury found in favor of the garbage company. I’ll never forget the photos of the scene when workers found his body when the truck was emptied at the end of the shift.

Here’s a bit about it:

http://wweek.com/editorial/2929/3928/

]]> By: DJ http://polizeros.com/2008/01/19/the-working-poor/comment-page-1/#comment-147717 DJ Sat, 19 Jan 2008 16:14:04 +0000 http://polizeros.com/2008/01/19/the-working-poor/#comment-147717 The photo reminded me of something I saw (or heard) just a couple of nights ago. I was walking in Westchester, CA, and from inside a covered dumpster enclosed in a fence, I heard two human voices carrying on a conversation. "It ain't much, but it's home." (It was cold enough to frost that night, and I'm sure the dumpster was warmer than a doorway.) The photo reminded me of something I saw (or heard) just a couple of nights ago. I was walking in Westchester, CA, and from inside a covered dumpster enclosed in a fence, I heard two human voices carrying on a conversation. “It ain’t much, but it’s home.” (It was cold enough to frost that night, and I’m sure the dumpster was warmer than a doorway.)

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