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Squatter Bother

Across the road from us, in the bush land, live a small community of squatters. Their numbers fluctuate frequently, there does seem to be some consistency in who lives there. And they use the water tap at the front of our house for their water source.

The squatters are a source of frustration for me because they sometimes want more than just water. They want a safe place to store their groceries (our house). They want a spare mattress (guess whose?). They want a lift around town (guess which car they have in mind). They want a kitchen to cook their food in (no prizes for guessing which kitchen). They still have a torch of ours that James gave them. They want bread. They wash themselves on our front porch where the tap is.

Now, I know what you're thinking: Kat is a scrooge. These people want these things because they don't have access to them and need them. But that simply isn't the case. They have so much money coming in from the government. They have access to housing through their families that they've chosen to live apart from. And when James happens to answer the door, they often get given what they want because he's way more sympathetic towards them. What these people NEED is a budget. What they NEED is a life coach to help them work out how to live this kind of lifestyle without resorting to consistently burdening others (specifically, me!). What they NEED is forethought in their decision making process. A flowchart of options that doesn't result in "ask the people across the road".

A few months ago, we had a series of escalating incidents that caused me to go all ragey about the squatters. They wanted water, then bread, then at 11pm they woke us up wanting a lift (which we refused because it was 11pm and they can walk the 2km to get there themselves). Then the next morning a lady wanted a lift to a location very close to the pub (which I refused because it's the pub and only 1km away). Then James lent them an air mattress and torch, he even pumped up the air mattress from them. It just got bigger and bigger until I couldn't take it anymore. The next time they came to the door I had this massive ragey, yelling, swearing rant at James for encouraging and enabling their behaviour towards us.

Since then, James has cut back for my sake. Their requests have stepped back. If they want bread and I answer the door, I tell them to go to the shops to buy it. James'll give them a slice. Last week they need oil for cooking, James gave them some in a little baggie and they were unhappy with the amount he gave them (more than double what we'd use for cooking a meal). And that brings me to today.

Today a lady came to my door with a small bag of meat. She wanted us to store it in our freezer and she'd pick it up later in the afternoon. Not unreasonable, surely? But after EVERYTHING they want from us, I'm just SO OVER IT! I'm over being taken advantage of. I'm over being their back up plan. So I said no. She tried to reason with me and I ended up repeating, "it's not my problem". Because, gosh damn it, IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM!! A lack of forethought on her part does not constitute an emergency on my part. Why didn't she just buy the meat in the afternoon? Did she seriously just then go to the shops to buy meat thinking "I'll ask the across-the-road-people to put it in their fridge"?? Because that's what it looks like right now.

But as I closed the door, I felt (and still do feel) really bad about refusing her. I JUST CAN'T WIN!! These aren't people you help and then feel good about afterwards. These aren't the typical homeless you find in metro areas because unlike metro-homeless, these squatters are traditional land owners and get heaps of money in royalties. These are people who have the option of a house and are choosing not to take it. Yet instead, they choose to live partially off ourJames' generosity. They don't need the kind of help that they're asking for. They need a different kind of help that involves being intimately involved with them and their situation, having their trust and working out life options. They need a careers guidance counselor, not a slice of bread. They have money they can use, they have legs to walk, so they can walk 2km to the shops and buy their own bread. But they would rather knock on our door for bread because we're free and closer. And they wouldn't be interested in accepting more substantial help. We're just Jekyll and Hyde from across the road (and they've learnt to specifically ask for James when I answer the door).

But when I said no to storing meat in the freezer, I just feel bad for denying her that easy request. It's just meat in my freezer. I have room for it! If I took the meat and put it in my freezer, I KNOW I would be very resentful about it. And I can't win! I can't help these people in a way that matters and whether I choose to help them or not, I feel bad about it for some complicated reason.

So that's my rant about the squatters. What would you do about it? (And I know the Bible on this topic, I really do. James and I have talked about this many times at length. I really think it's more complicated than just giving them the cloak on my back and sandals on my feet.)

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Hahahaha! If only! The cops are very familiar with these squatters. As is the town council when I called to complain about them MONTHS ago when they first set up camp.

I guess there's a lot of other issues for an under resourced police force to deal with in the area. I'd still not answer the door at all. If you ignore them enough so they know they won't get anything out of you they'll stop coming around.

1. I don't know who it is until I answer the door. Could be someone important/friends
2. How many times had she come around last term wanting to store her food in our fridge? I mean, seriously!? We were BOTH working and no one was at home. How many times had her request been refused because we simply weren't there? Now that I'm home, I'm able to actually answer the door and tell her no: yay(!)

I was chatting with James and I think next time this occurs, I'll drive her to IGA, get her to buy an esky and ice and then advise her to buy ice every couple of days to keep the esky cold. One of the prices she must pay if she's continues to choose to not to live in a house.

That way I feel like I'm helping, but not enabling her behaviour by allowing them to exploit me. Not so subtle hint: take care of yourself!! Here's one way to do that!!

Edited at 2013-11-06 08:58 am (UTC)

I love this idea!

Chris and I talked about this issue and we decided two things:

1. We are SO American. I cannot even fathom this kind of situation, cultural differences or not. People who behave this way get arrested and spend a night (or more) in jail. We call it trespassing and if someone keeps doing it repeatedly, in many states you can shoot a person. Not kidding. I would NEVER EVER do that (nor do I condone it), but I am just saying that my thoughts on this issue are influenced by the fact that it's within my rights in some places to do so.

2. We decided that Jesus would be a little like James, in terms of kindness, but forthright when it comes to their sins. I see it like the woman at the well. He did not shun her, treat her as unclean, or condemn her publicly for all her sins. He did, however, point them out very clearly (and kind of sarcastically - "you're right! You're not married! In fact you have had 5 husbands and the man you live with now is not even your husband!"). Laziness, exploitation, rudeness, manipulation for selfish gain... all sins. Jesus would point them out and call on them to repent and change.

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