I took this out front of the Eaton Centre (Queen St. entrance) back in May. I remember the guy looked in pretty rough shape. It’s a shame in a city like Toronto we can’t do more for these people. I know many have mental health issues and they do not want the city’s help, but still.
This morning all over the news was talk of the anniversary marking the death of a local very left-wing politician. What city, province or government did he lead, you ask? None of them. He did lead his left-wing party for a spell, but that party’s never been in power and never will. He died of cancer last year and of course that’s a terrible tragedy, particularly for his family. But the whole city is treating him like he was some sort of king or something. Many wish to name our main square after him. Meanwhile buried deep in the newspaper was this article about a homeless man who had passed away. No photos (save for the coffin), no parades, no mourning from the general public. You can read about it here. What is the city doing for him? Seems no one cares. But I care. That’s partly why I photograph the homeless and street people when I can. Someone’s got to record this ongoing and often ignored tragedy in our society, while the rest gather at a square and mourn some politician. The homeless guy’s name was Bill Buss. He was a quiet and gentle man who enjoyed the library at the shelter he frequented, says the article. Bill was 71 years old. Nobody at that age should have to die alone and homeless. Let’s say a prayer for him tonight. Thanks.