Please! I really need this job! I've got a family to raise!
Sorry. I've got no more money to pay you.
How long have you been here?
I'm so hungry!
Bout 2 and a half hours.
Dear Mr President. I am writing to you from a shanty town outside of Phoenix AZ. Life is tough. Our Shantytown is a complete mess of garbage, newspapers, cardboard and other junk.
This is our house. Our only furniture is the dirty mattress.
At least 200 others live in this place with me. After black Tuesday and Thursday, pretty much all of us adults became unemployed and lost our jobs. With companies failing, employers have been laying off several workers and no one is hiring.
We have to make use of any piece of trash we get.
We can't give him our fridge dad!!
With no money in pockets, people can't afford food. So everyday I wait with my family for over 2 hours in a line of people on a dirty street to get food from a bread/soup line.
I will give you both the fridge and the oven.
I'm so sorry to take it off your shoulders.
This is my shanty house. My family of four live in this one room shack. We have no running water, no heat, and no electricity.
The newspapers are our blankets.
This is what our shack looks like on the outside. Our roof has started to break apart so I've had to put newspapers on it to patch up the holes.
We have no money. My family has had to sell all of our possessions and we are still owe money. Please Mr president. Please take this letter seriously and take action for we are in poverty. Sincerely, Joseph. Pierce.