Were it not for this website, I certainly would not have interacted with the many homeless whom I have in my travels throughout New York City. And I would have concluded, as most have, that their state is a product of lifelong misdoings, drug use, or sheer laziness.
However, many homeless are quite ambitious, and many of the features I have done here illustrate that very clearly. Others, like Hakan Onor, whom I plan on doing a documentary on, have extraordinary stories and backgrounds, often which beg credibility.
Recently, on a short subway ride, a man entered our car and, like others, proceeded with a rehearsed solicitation, something that most regular commuters find particularly annoying. Not only do most feel such diatribes to be audibly disturbing, the spiels are also typically viewed with extreme skepticism, with claims and representations dismissed as just being part of another flavor of a New York City hustle or scam for money.
I gave the man a dollar and introduced myself, telling him of my blog. We only had a few seconds. I learned his name, Tommy, that he was from New Jersey, that he was not a drug user, but, like many in his plight, was mentally disabled. He told me that he was schizophrenic and bipolar and that he typically goes on and off medications. He explained that the side effects from his various medications become intolerable, resulting in his discontinuing their use.
Thus, his life becomes a roller coaster. This type of scenario can often be evidenced by the dramatically changing wardrobe and hygiene of many homeless, given that one is privy to seeing them on an ongoing basis. They are in and out of drug rehab or in and out of psychiatric treatment. I have seen the aforementioned Hakan looking extraordinarily nice in a sport jacket, well-groomed and sprightly, yet at other times barely able to function, pushing his belongings in a shopping cart, looking no better than Stephanie or Morgan on a bad day. Or, perhaps, they are all bad days, and the good days are just an illusion to the outsider. I forgot to Ask Tommy…
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Hello Brian,
As you mentioned above about Hakan, I get very curious about it as his name sounds and seems as a Turkish name which will be meaningful to all your Turkish followers like me, I suppose. So let us hear about him more..
Nice post again.
Ilke
Hello Brian,
As you mentioned above about Hakan, I get very curious about him as his name sounds and seems as a Turkish name which will be meaningful to all your Turkish followers like me, I suppose. So let us hear about him more..
Nice post again.
Ilke
Hello Brian,
Please consider sharing what you can from what you have collected for your documentary on Hakan Onor. He was my brother-in-law, and I’ve known him since 1980 when we met in prep school. It would mean a lot to our family. Thanks for considering this request.
Lee
hi brian,
as Lee says above, please share what you have. Hakan was my oldest friend. I was in touch with him (sporadically) over all these years, including about the time you met him and posted this.
and Lee, I have been unable to reach Cey (I’m not on facebook); but please let her know I’m thinking of her and would like to get in touch (maybe the moderator will share my email with you).
~ eric
Hakan passed away in Turkey in May. I was a close friend in college. We were in and out of touch over the years.
Lee, Eric, Jesse – I messaged Hakan’s mother via Facebook to get more information about Hawk and his passing. I got no reply. If any of you would like to help me fill in the details a bit, please email me: brian@dube.com
I will then put together a story. Thanks.
I was also a friend of Hakan’s from prep school. Hard to recognize the cute boy I knew. I am saddened to read of his death. His face reveals a hard life.