Tuesday, February 21, 2006

When You're Homeless They Don't Even Notice When You're Dead

Ah, Venice, where one crazy man's canal dream has spawned more California stereotypes, hack artists and hippie coffee houses than anywhere outside of Santa Cruz. It also seems to be a good place to hunt the homeless.

West L.A. Online makes mention of the fact that over twelve homeless women have been murdered there and nobody seems to be saying anything. Aside from a small spot of news, and some posts around the blogosphere, there's been nary a peep over a woman who was found bludgeoned to death on Speedway last week.

The news is, by and large, based on sensationalism. Of course when you hear about a pig and an antelope living together at the L.A. Zoo, it makes you wonder what exactly sensationalism means. The point is that there's only so much room to report the news and so many reporters to do it. You can't have a news stringer on every street corner, you can't have a budding young journaist behind every trash can.

A dead homeless person isn't nearly sensational enough. Twelve might be. At least it is for me. By and large, though, most people only care about the homeless in a vague and obligatory manner. And that's why you don't get a lot of coverage on the homeless. They just don't grab the news like a dead banker will.

Unless they're dismembered, of course.

1 comment:

Trace said...

That's just sad, isn't it?