During August and September of last year, I published a series of posts on the Housing Choice Voucher Program, the most
infamous component of what is known as “Section 8.” I focused on the Montgomery County Housing
Authority (MCHA), and on the disconnect between Bureaucracy World and the real
world. In one post I and observed that, “The fiercest critics of the
MCHA are those who live in the real world, often near its
clients. They view the problems on an individual basis, and at no
small risk to themselves. They know something is wrong, not just
because of the numbers around them, but in the behavior of all too many of the
program’s beneficiaries, their neighbors.”
I’m pleased to tell
you about a few neighbors in Pottstown, Pa. who, after realizing what was
wrong, decided to do something about it.
It’s a story of a small victory achieved after much effort. Pottstown should be pleased that
it has such citizens.
On April 15, 2013, Goldencockroach.com posted the first of what would be several
articles about a woman named Tracey Accor, a single parent, and it would
appear, a serial criminal, with drugs being a recurrent theme. She had just moved from one house in
Pottstown—after trashing it—to another.
She brought her Housing Choice Voucher with her. She had somehow managed to retain it, despite
having been the frequent target of the Pottstown police and the subject of a
complaint filed with the Montgomery County Housing Authority by her previous
landlord. The change of address did not
alter her habits, but it brought her close to residents who care about
their neighborhood, and were willing to step forward and do something about it.
These people saw their neighborhood being damaged by a “family” (of differing numbers) living in squalor and
in defiance of pretty much every law and standard of human conduct, including
that of proper child care. They contacted
the police, and then they went further.
That’s because they learned that Tracey Accor’s residence next to them was
being substantially subsidized by the MCHA.
They began to pursue the matter, at no small risk to themselves. I say that because they lived near to the
residence in question, and had every reason to fear retaliation. One of these individuals emailed Joel
Johnson, Director of the MCHA, on May 30, 2014.
He informed Mr. Johnson of the many violations of the law that were
ongoing, and asked for an investigation.
Mr. Johnson replied on August 27.
He apologized for the delay, informed the writer that the investigation
was “ongoing and active,” and thanked him for his “new information.”
If the May 30th inquiry was
“new information,” then the MCHA was already well aware of the situation by
that date. That made the delayed reply both
hopeful and worrisome at the same time.
A matter already underway in May might actually be close to resolution by the end
of August, right? Wrong.
The writer was not deterred by bureaucratic delay. He kept sending emails, to keep up the
pressure. Reading them makes depressing
reading, particularly when you factor in the passage of time. The resident faithfully reported a consistent
pattern of misconduct that certainly included violations of MCHA
regulations. In one reply, the MCHA, in a late
November email, reminded the resident that even if the voucher was revoked, any
eviction was solely up to the landlord, not the MCHA. Not a good sign, but our writer would not give up.
Finally, an email dated December 31 from
the MCHA informed the writer that as of January 1, 2015, Tracey Accor would no
longer possess a Housing Choice Voucher.
Remember that back in 2013 the landlord at her previous residence had
filed a complaint, and that Joel Johnson had termed our writer’s intervention
in May of 2014 as “new information.” Goldencockroach.com estimates that it
required 2.5 years for Tracey Accor to lose her voucher, and she would know. The complaint that I was able to track required
seven months, despite periodic stimulation by email.
That is clearly too long. Unfortunately, I am willing to believe that
it is probably the norm for such actions, even the ones that are aggressively
pursued by the citizen complainers. I’m
also not going to make it personal and suggest that Joel Johnson or any of his
staff were deliberately dogging it. The
wheels of government, as powered by Federal regulations, grind exceedingly
slowly. That’s not a defense, by the
way. I do not approve; I merely
understand, and part of what I understand is that venting on Facebook doesn’t speed things
up.
And
what about the owner of the building during all this time? Didn’t he know what was going on? Didn’t he care? The answer to the last two questions appear
to be “yes,” and “no.” In the interest
of full disclosure—and because I hold slumlords in even lower regard than I
hold poverty scammers—the landlord’s name is Sam Essam Shedid (the spelling
seems to vary). He bears a
responsibility for what happened, but more for the fact that things continued
to happen, which he did nothing about. I
want to contrast his (non)reaction to what was happening on his property to the
response of the owner of Tracey Accor’s previous residence, who filed a
complaint with the MCHA. His name is
Chris Dailey, and if I am going to publish the names of landlords who do wrong or
do nothing, then it is only fair that I mention landlords like Mr. Dailey, who
try to do right. So, if you’re looking
for a rental property in Pottstown, you know someone to avoid and someone worth
a look.
This is the very definition of a “small
victory.” Tracey Accor lost her voucher,
which hopefully can now go to someone more honest, and these are two points to
the good. On the other hand, it is
unlikely that the loss has spurred Ms. Accor to more responsible behavior, so
the problem hasn’t been solved. In fact,
it’s just been relocated. In a final
indignity, it is reported that Ms. Accor has just moved to another address,
whose renter is also reputedly a voucher holder.
A great many people would say that the effort wasn’t worth it. They are wrong. They are also the ones who would rather rail against the darkness than light a candle, and that is worse than being wrong. They are also the ones who have helped to render “Section 8” into the myth that it has become. So I will conclude this post with a tribute to those who are willing to make the effort for a better neighborhood. Pottstown is the better for those I have been writing about, and I continue to believe that its sister towns on the Schuylkill River that face the same problems possess such residents also.
This subject can’t wait for my current
every-two-weeks publication schedule, so next week I’ll take it up again, and
talk about that title of “myth” I apply to Section 8, and why that is the real problem.