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Homeless People Read Mean Tweets About Themselves To End Stereotypes

When celebrities read mean tweets about themselves, it’s funny. When homeless people do it, it’s heartbreaking.

In a powerful PSA by Canadian advocacy group Raising the Roof, people who are dealing with homelessness read actual tweets written about those living without stable shelter. See all of the emotional reactions here. 

Watch the full video here. 

this is important.

Am I the only one who thinks this is completely fucked up???

When celebrities read “mean tweets” about themselves, it’s stupid shit about their appearance written by people that those celebrities’ money and status places them above - it doesn’t matter to them, they really don’t care.

These “mean tweets” are vile and question the very humanity of people without stable homes. Don’t these people have it hard enough already? Why do they need to read this awful bullshit?

What do y’all get out of this? I’m dying to know

#fuck this #this is completely awful inspiration porn bullshit

Thank you! This whole thing really bothers me, they’re actually making homeless people cry to make a point about how awful people are to homeless people, and these are not just “mean tweets”, those are messages that kill homeless people, these people are being made to read bigoted messages that confront them all the time.

This is so cruel and needless, there are so many other ways to “end stereotypes” without getting homeless people to cry on camera so the more privileged can learn a lesson about how to meet basic standards of human decency.

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Nothing funny about being homeless. My wife and I lived in tents, and at one point a car with a busted back windshield though one of Utah’s worst blizzards. Never will I forget the night she looked up at me, shivering with cold, and asked if we were going to die. I had 2 jobs and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t making just enough to get food in out bellies and pay for a place to wash up. Shelters? Pft. They wanted us to check in by 5pm for a room. Work didn’t let me out till 8pm so we were stuck. It wasn’t until a few friends of ours were kind enough to watch over my wife that I was able to get a CDL so we could live in the truck and actually make a life. If our friends were not there, we might have still been right where these people are. There are so few opportunities out there. Go to college? Welcome to debt! Don’t go to college? Welcome to lack luster working with minimal pay! Disabled? Good luck! Most of the people on the streets are amazing, friendly, and kind people that deserve more respect than they get and sometimes money is not what they need to smile. I hug, a conversation, a cup of coffee, simple things can go miles for people with nothing. Remember that please?

Reblogging my good friend’s experience because it’s important.