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Monday, February 6, 2017

The Man behind Code Blue

                                      The Man behind Code Blue
By Albert B. Kelly

It was with a good deal of satisfaction that I heard the news about a piece of legislation entitled S1088 which would require all 21 counties to have a Code Blue plan in place. Naturally there was some pride for our community because some of the momentum for Code Blue got started in Bridgeton.

If you’re not familiar with Code Blue, it’s a community effort involving volunteers, faith-based organizations and the good will of people throughout the county to provide temporary warming centers during the cold weather months so that our most vulnerable citizens, our homeless, can have a warm place to be at night and maybe get a hot meal.

But as much satisfaction as I might like to take in having been part of helping Code Blue get started, I can’t help but think of Joseph Hanshaw. I say that because Mr. Hanshaw was the inspiration for Code Blue. It was his unfortunate death that became the impetus for us to act.

On an extremely cold Monday night in early December of 2013, Mr. Henshaw, presumably trying to find either some type of sheltered space or clothing to wrap up and get warm in, got trapped in a clothes drop bin door and being unable to free himself, he froze to death.

I try and remember Mr. Henshaw because it would be easy to forget. Not because he was forgettable as a person, but because we all too easily dismiss the homeless as a general category. By all the standard measures of a life, those living on the margins and in the shadows don’t bring much to the table.

They, the homeless, as a category, come with little to nothing in the way of accomplishments, they have no impressive credentials, they contribute little or nothing to the life of the community, and they’ve accumulated nothing much that suggests value, or so goes the conventional wisdom.

Yet they are, or were, someone’s child, parent, sibling, aunt, uncle, grandparent, or friend. Even though all we may see is a “homeless person” when we look at them, their lives mattered to someone at some point beyond just being an object of charity.

As a category, the homeless are forgettable because, if we’re honest, it’s just plain easier for us. Homelessness is a messy thing and what homelessness does to a person, tends to make them scary or ugly- objects of scorn.

Even worse are the things that bring people to homelessness; chew on that for a minute and  it’s far easier to blame the homeless for their station in life than to wrap ourselves around the idea that the lives we’ve constructed are fragile things and it takes far less than we’re willing to imagine to have our lives unravel.

For all those reasons, I try and remember Mr. Henshaw. I did not know him or his family, nor am I familiar with whatever combination of things brought him to a place where he was alone on the street on a frigid Monday night- in December- in 2013- so that a clothes drop bin seemed like a good option.

I try to remember because no matter what anyone might want to say about the way he lived or died, his life was not without value if for no other reason than the fact that he inspired Code Blue and because he did, someone else won’t die simply because its December or January or February or March.

S-1088 is a good bill as it requires all the counties to work with their Emergency Management Coordinators to ensure that there are Code Blue plans in place, which may be carried out by designated volunteer organizations as happens here in our county.

Another bill (A-4519) would allow religious organizations to use their facilities as emergency homeless shelters in cold weather, notwithstanding the zoning ordinances and it would provide certain liability protections for those organizations except for intentional or willful misconduct.

It’s doubtful that S1088 will be named in some way after Mr. Henshaw, or that he will even be referenced, though that’s not a bad idea. Those of us who were involved in launching Code Blue efforts and remain involved up to the present will disappear at some point and when the last of us is gone, no one will remember how it all began or why or that it had anything at all to do with a man named Joseph Henshaw.