I know the type you mean, Kimmie. That's why I usually just ignore them.
This gal was different though. Usually at this intersection the people are in groups of 2 or 3, they're laughing and joking, they're aggressive and go up to cars, they look drunk or high. This lady was all alone. She looked cold and hungry. She did not look like she was a drug user or a drunk. I think she was most likely an abused woman. I've seen a lot of people with signs, no one has ever had the word "scared" on theirs. I think she was scared of her husband or boyfriend and probably left with just the packpack on her back to get away from a bad situation.
Native people in my city are looked down upon. It is hard for them to find work, even if they are educated no one wants to hire them. I hired a native guy as a tech in my company once. He was educated, clean-cut, polite and hard working. It was a disaster. Customers were refusing to let him into their home and calling me saying "I don't want a lazy indian cleaning my carpets". This was before giving him a chance - natives here are branded as lazy and stupid. I hated seeing this happen, and could not fire him, he resigned after a couple of months because he knew that he was hurting the company just by being born of the "wrong" race. Same with East Indians here. I hired a Canadian born East Indian guy once, same thing happened with him - got calls "I don't want a hindu in my house". He also resigned. The East Indians here aren't even Hindu, they are Sikh for the most part, but the term hindu is used here as a derogatory slur against them.
Anyhow, this woman, being young, native, female and timid - she has very little chance of getting hired anywhere here. She had a scared look in her eyes - like an abused animal, she took the $5 and walked away with her head down. She never made eye contact with me, almost like she was feeling that she wasn't good enough to look at a white person. Native women are like that here.
Native women in Victoria are abused by their men more than one could imagine. At the women's transition house I learned that 1 in 4 native ladies are victims of serious domestic abuse. That's only the reported ones. They estimate that it is even higher than that. It is horrible.
Belive me, I don't give to everyone who begs here. We have an epidemic of beggers - its in the news all the time. I haven't given to one in over a year, and the last one was also a young woman who I talked with, she was standing outside a department store crying late at night when I was walking to my car after being out for dinner. I asked her what was wrong, she told me how her husband went crazy and she ran away because she thought he was going to kill her. She had nothing, no purse, nothing. She was well dressed, not a homeless person, but she had bruises on her face. I gave her $100 and told her where to go for help. She had already been to the shelter and was turned away because it was full. That happens here in winter.
Battered women have it bad here. The police don't like to get involved because there is a chance they will be injured or killed. A few months back a man here killed his wife, child and inlaws, then killed himself. The woman had gone to police many times and had been hospitalized from the abuse. She told police that she was afraid for her life. Nothing was done. The night her mom called 911 to say that the man was going to kill the family - she was screaming and crying - the police took over an hour to respond. By then the whole family was dead.
I have been in the position where I have had to call the police when I was being physically assaulted by my ex-husband. They came, saw me crying and terrified, saw "Mr Con Man" making tea and telling them "she's very emotional and very dramatic, she tripped on her own high heels and that's how she hurt her head (I had a cut and a huge lump on my forehead from where he smashed my head into the floor) she's planning on leaving me for some other guy and that's why she said I hurt her. I love her - she's my wife - I would never hurt her". I told the officer to check the records - that this man had been taken to jail on our honeymoon because the hotel staff had called them to report the abuse they heard going on in the room - they didn't even bother to check. I made tape recordings on my cell phone in future abusive situations, took them down to the police station, nothing was done. And I'm a white woman living in the most exclusive neighborhood in the city.
Imagine how it is for a native woman, a poor woman, a timid woman. They don't have a chance. It took 2 years for Child Protection Services to get this man out of my house. You can't make someone leave here. And I had a lease for $2800.00 per month, which if I broke the lease I am responsible for making the payments until the place is rented, which usually takes around 3 months, plus a penalty for breaking the lease, plus all costs to rent the place. And my business is run from my home. This was why I needed him removed, I couldn't just go. I had my son to take care of. Hence going to Child Protection Services to get him removed. 2 years. My son and I went for counseling once a week for those 2 years to deal with the abuse. 2 years it took. Because I didn't have the money for a good lawyer - and he had as his friends some of the toughest criminal defence lawyers in town. He got off before for attempted murder - shot at a guy when he was in his car - got off on some technicality because of his good lawyer. I didn't have a chance fighting him through legal chanels.
So...this is why I gave the woman $5. Thinking back, I should have given her $100 like I did the other woman. I feel guilty now for having spend $40 on a bra instead of giving it to her. I'm going to drive by there again today and see if I can find her. If I can I'm going to give her $100 and a list of all the women's shelters, transition house, and my church. I hope she's ok. I had put it out of my mind how bad it can be - and how helpless that woman really was - and how low she must have been feeling. I don't like to think about what happened to me, I've tried to erase it from my memory, but sometimes it is good to remember so I can remember to be compassionate to others.