Hobos, bums and lost souls.

I realise that a theme I could easily find myself drifting into in this blog is the subject of The Homeless. So many of us just walk or drive straight past beggars and homeless people, seeing them as a nuisance or an eyesore. But I see people. Is that weird? Many of us will say that a man who stands on a street corner begging, holding a note on cardboard and clutching a scruffy bag is just lazy and useless. Is that true? Sure, you could say that, for them, this is their lifestyle of choice, or that they made bad decisions, or that they don't really want homes. Or that we have to be responsible for our own lives, and they need to be responsible for their own. I'm not sure how much of that's true.

There is a real attraction to the freedom of the road - that I've experienced myself - but at the end of the day can we really tell ourselves that these human beings that sleep by the sides of roads and eat from garbage cans and drink booze till they're knocked cold - freezing or soaking some nights - are anything less that human beings? There must be some psychological problem or awful spiritual poverty that leads any man to ending up this way, surely?

So shouldn't there be some better, more effective help for them? Or are they society's warning to us: "Shape up within the system, jump when you're told to, and have some definite value, or face the consequences"? Having suffered from post traumatic stress myself, I understand something of the awful fears that can beset a person just in everyday functioning and simple decision making. In the United States, many of these men we see on the streets have been traumatised by war, overwhelming personal, physical or emotional difficulties, or have simply been victims of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. So many are mentally ill: not in some dramatic, bizarre way, but in a spirit wrecking, sad and depressed way.

When I see what I can only describe as obscene wealth in the United States that lives right alongside this poverty and helplessness, I can't help thinking that something's so very wrong: not just with our leaders, but with ourselves for being so collectively negligent of others. I guess fear's at the root of it - fear, and a sense of helplessness in us as individuals, even to help in some small way. But I think I'll make more accounts of homeless people, and maybe give them the chance to tell their stories, through this blog. I really do believe we should personalise the homeless. I want to document the stories behind the faces that we so often choose to not look into. I hope that'll be one of the functions of this blog.

When I came to America in 1997 I landed in Phoenix, which I chose as a symbol of rebirth. Silly, I know, but I wanted to tell myself clearly that I was doing something for me and I needed the symbolism. Symbolism is powerful. Things had got bad for me in the UK and I felt I just needed to take desperate measures in order to survive, psychologically, and to reinvent my life. I looked upon it as an executive decision, like abandoning ship or ejecting from a plane. Not the ideal thing to do, but it seemed appropriate at the time for me to get a completely different perspective on my life - even if it just meant a different set of problems. For a while I was actually homeless, pretty much penniless, and quite desperate. But I know now that were it not for the fact that I'm white and English, surviving in America would have been a lot more difficult for me. And it hasn't been particularly easy! I've been in a few scrapes, pretty much from day one.

So one wonders just how difficult it must be for these men - and occasionally women - who end up on the streets, who don't have the bonus of having a cute accent or white skin; the love, help, education and luck I've had.

I heard that in the United States the main cause of homelessness is the inability to pay medical bills. A single hospital bill can wipe out someone who's on the breadline. Many, many Americans live so close to the edge, earning poor wages, that they can't afford medical insurance.

Is it any wonder that they end up on the streets, then? And how do they get back into the system, with no money, a fucked up mind, a tired body, no home, and no credit? Yet we call them lazy and useless. Fact is, these people have simply crashed at some point in their lives, and there was nobody to help them. They're burned out, way beyond any place we dare imagine.

But any one of us can crash, right? Even driving our Hummers or our SUV's or our BMW convertibles, we can crash. No car, no matter how expensive, is that safe. Would we expect one of these homeless people to pull us out of a wrecked car, were they around to do so? I'd hope they would, and I'm pretty certain they would. It's at times like that that the illusion that we're separated from the rest of humanity is dispelled.

So why don't we just help them out of their own crashed state?

I really believe it's because of the collective denial that we have that we're actually helpless, ultimately. And it's that collective denial that leads us to thinking that what we are is "a success" or "a failure" in life. It's ironic that one of the greatest insults you can bestow on someone in the US is to call him a "loser". Competition is deeply ingrained in the American psyche. To win is good. Sure, we all know it is. And to lose feels bad. But do we need to rub it in? When you win a game of Monopoly, you start all over again. You don't keep playing it so that the other players owe you more and more, till they starve and die.

And besides, as any effective team player knows, co-operation is what it's all about. To win as a group, you need to care about the other players. We all depend on each other, whether we dare face that fact or not.

Or could it be that we really are just slaves and masters again, as the gulf between the haves and the have nots widens?

Albert Einstein once said that capitalism relies on an army of unemployed. I understand something of that. Of course it does. Communism certainly doesn't work. A man's labours - whether it's with his mind or his body - should be adequately rewarded. Levelling society to a place where each is forced to be as wealthy - or as poor - as the next man is foolish. It didn't work in the Soviet Union. It hasn't worked in Cuba - although the embargo has played a part in that. Capitalism, properly administered, is healthy. The effective organisation of labour is tied to a market economy. That's uneniable. But the spirit of cooperation has to be in place, in my opinion. And a society must have compassion for its weaker elements, surely? For what is a society without compassion?

That's my bit said for now. Maybe this is something of my Englishness coming out. The effects of growing up in a socialist country, perhaps. Who knows? Don't get me wrong: I like my stuff as much as the next man. I just like to feel I can look people in the eye, that's all. Maybe that's why I take photos of homeless men.

I'll come back to this subject later.