An open letter to Los Angeles: How much worse does it have to get?

Calling L.A. a Third World city these days is an insult to most Third World cities — The City of Angels is on the precipice of anarchy — Yet people keep electing the same politicians who got us into the mess in the first place — What will it take for us to wake up?

Photographs by Christopher LeGras, unless denoted “*”

Dear Los Angeles,

You know I love you. I was born and raised here, fifth generation, and I can’t possibly imagine living anywhere else.

I love your mountains and beaches, your sprawling open spaces and endlessly multifaceted neighborhoods and enclaves, the myriad hidden and not-so-hidden places where collective history lives and breathes and writes its own chapters. Your contradictions, your make-believe. I love how you are a place where people can endlessly reinvent themselves, the rare global metropolis that perpetually forgives and (mostly) forgets. I love four million maniacs from every corner of the globe, speaking every language known to humankind, that make us the teeming, evolving, constantly striving people we are. I love how sometimes driving north on PCH when there are no other cars around you can gaze at the rocks above Point Dume where the highway swings inland and imagine what this place was like before civilization. I love even your tortured history, because it’s a story of human progress and potential, frailty and fallibility.

All of which is why it breaks my heart to see what’s happening to you. Or rather, to see what you’re doing to yourself. You are in desperate need of help, an intervention. Maybe just a good old-fashioned smack upside the head. What in the hell is the matter with you?

Over the last five years you have broken my heart a hundred different ways….

Over the last five years you have broken my heart a hundred different ways, from your callous disregard of the hundreds of thousands of homeless languishing on the streets to the rampant crime wave consuming our neighborhoods to the garbage, graffiti, and vandalism that have become the hallmarks of our once-great open spaces, parks, and even highways. It breaks my heart to drive down the Arroyo Secco Parkway to see it tagged and crumbling, dying trees and green spaces that once made it a parkway and not just another slab of tarmac.

It breaks my heart every time I see another human being reduced to weeping or screaming through their days and languishing in their own filth at night. Those who are lucky to snatch a few hours of actual slumber, that is. Quality sleep is a rare commodity in Hell. You break my heart when I see those people and know that you offer me no way to help them — in fact, quite the opposite. You have created a system that actively impedes people from helping their neighbors.

Long past the blame game

With apologies to Leo Tolstoy, these days America’s broken cities all are broken in the pretty much same way. Overrun with political hysteria, teeming with politicians professing obsession with centuries-old transgressions that haven’t been relevant to actual human beings in decades, while pursuing policies that create the very harm they claim to remedy. They and their cronies come into office trailing the odor of campus politics and the paranoia, secrecy, expedience, and corruption that stain the modern political class. Cities awash in dubious and flat-out illegal campaign money that flows from quite literally every corner of the country and globe through a system no one even dimly comprehends. Entire ecosystems of overfunded, ineffectual, and self-dealing “nonprofits” like PATH, SPY, St. Joseph Center, Homeboy Industries, and the rest. Government bureaucracies with org charts like MC Escher sketches, populated by self-interested, unaccountable employees whose sole interests are keeping their jobs and protecting their pensions.

Those are the ingredients, these are the inevitable results:

Officially, more than 1,300 homeless people died in L.A. last year, an increase of some 30% over just two years earlier. The real number, like the actual number of homeless overall in the city, is several times higher. Based on the fatally flawed annual point in time (“PIT”) Count the Los Angeles Homeless Services Authority reports there were 41,290 homeless people in the city, and 66,590 in the county. Those are the kind of too-precise government numbers that obscure a far more horrifying reality. According to the Los Angeles Unified School District, as many as 75,000 children experience homelessness every year.

Let that number sink in a minute: 75,000 homeless children in Los Angeles. If you can read that sentence and not taste blood, you and I do not occupy the same place in reality. If you can imagine the tens of thousands more children in this city living in marginal conditions and abusive households, experiencing food insecurity, walking with their heads on swivels in their own neighborhoods, and not want to roast Mayor Eric Garcetti’s political career on a white hot spit, I no longer understand you as a human being. What is it going to take?

Let that number sink in a minute: 75,000 homeless children in Los Angeles.

At this point we all know the responsible parties — just re-read the first part of this essay. We know that the people we have elected are nothing more than career politicians for whom talking points and hashtags are more real than reality, a majority of whom have never held real jobs in their lives. In other words, parasites. We all know that illegal encampments in public spaces, which have engulfed virtually every corner of the city, are a profound, historic societal failure. And we all know how we got here, or should.

Which is when the heartbreak begins metastasizing into something else, something darker: Rage.

Which is when heartbreak begins metastasizing into something else, something darker: Rage. Because the thing is, it no longer matters whose fault it is. We are too far down the rabbit hole, conditions on the streets have deteriorated to post-apocalyptic mayhem. It’s no longer a matter of assigning blame, it’s a matter of dismantling those people and the bureaucracies, and replacing them with a new generation of — dare we say it? Actual leaders.

The frightening thing to consider: Looking at how bad things have gotten, and no one has yet risen to the challenge. When did we Angelenos become so meek?

Worse than the Third World

Calling L.A. a Third World city these days is an insult to many Third World cities. I’ve traveled fairly extensively in developing countries. Nothing I saw over the years in places like Nepal, Morocco, Indonesia, Tanzania, or Xinjiang Province, China prepared me for what I encounter quite literally on a daily basis in the richest city in the richest state in the richest nation in human history. I use that phrase often, for the simple reason that it can’t be emphasized enough.

Look at the picture below. It’s a still from a resident’s security camera in Venice Beach in 2018. Taken at 1am, a naked toddler holds on to a wrought iron fence to stand up while her mother lays next to her in a drug-induced stupor. This is Venice, the place that gave the world The Doors and Gold’s Gym, where God alone knows how many thousands of movies and TV shows have reflected, refracted, and amplified the beach as one of the most free spirited, open-minded places on earth. And it’s home to scenes that you would expect to see in places like Port-au-Prince on late night infomercials from Children International.

Calling L.A. a Third World city these days is an insult to many Third World cities.

Look at the pic, then look at the IRS filing from one of the organizations that’s “fighting homelessness.” For $40 million a year they can’t so much as ensure that homeless babies have someplace to live. That’s not hyperbole or melodrama: Organizations like St. Joseph Center are predatory, seeking out the weakest and most vulnerable in our society the way carrion beetles seek decaying flesh. In the midst of the COVID pandemic they enjoyed an $11 million year on year funding increase, good for nearly a 30% boost at a time when thousands of real businesses were dying.

Actually, that’s unfair to carrion beetles, who serve an essential purpose in the circle of life. There’s something hideous about what the homeless nonprofits do: They conduct “outreach” in encampments and on the streets, usually going wherever the local councilmember directs them to go. They log people’s identities and whatever information they can extract, then toss those helpless souls into the maw of the machine, the Homeless Industrial Complex that views them not as human beings in desperate need of a simple helping hand but as “clients.” Chits to be logged into intake software and tallied on spreadsheets, then agglomerated into funding requests when the season comes. They do it by the hundreds of thousands.

It is, in a word, fucking monstrous. And, fellow Angelenos, clearly you are just fine with it.

It is, in a word, fucking monstrous. And, fellow Angelenos, clearly you are just fine with it.

I know this, because you’re not doing anything about it. I know as much because you keep voting for the same people. You may give your annual charitable contributions (probably to the very nodes on the complex that perpetuate the misery, but I digress) and go about life. Maybe you volunteer for a couple of hours at a soup kitchen from time to time.

It isn’t enough. Nothing you have done, or are doing, is enough. Unless you are one of the vanishingly few who have dedicated your time to your community and your city, you are not doing enough. And even if you have dedicated that kind of time, it still is not enough. Were it not so, but it is.

At the end of the masterful miniseries Chernobyl, Dr. Valery Legosov tells Dr. Ulana Khomyuk, “I went willingly to an open reactor. I’ve already given my life. Isn’t that enough?” To which Khomyuk replies, “No. I’m sorry, but it is not.”

We are at the same precipice today, we in the City of Angels. The reactor core is open, spewing poison everywhere. Like radioactive fallout the political poison is itself invisible, though its effects quickly, hideously manifest. The difference is radiation poisoning kills in days or weeks, while the Complex tortures people for years and decades. Meanwhile every hour of every day we are all in mortal danger, whether we realize it or not, starting with the most vulnerable among us. The body count already is in the tens of thousands, and it grows — every hour of every day.

The only remaining question, then, the only one left for a sane person to ask, is what each of us is prepared to do about it.

Very truly yours,

Christopher D. LeGras


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Trying to spin failure, Mike Bonin sends out bizarre fundraising email

Less thank a week after a homeless man died on the streets of his district, Mr. Bonin has settled on a strategy of doublespeak, obfuscation, and attack

MAR VISTA – There’s an old saying that the definition of chutzpah is the man who murders his parents then asks the court for sympathy because he’s an orphan. Today, Los Angeles City Councilman Mike Bonin displayed his own version of chutzpah with a fundraising email in which he once again lashes out at his own constituents and other Angelenos for having the temerity to point out the failings of his stewardship.

Last week a video that captured him turning his back on a mentally ill homeless man who was starting a fire went viral. It exposed not just the reality of the ongoing homeless crisis in Los Angeles, but also the reality of the city’s elected officials and their response. It captured in 90 seconds what Angelenos have suspected for two years, that the people we elected to handle the crisis are out of their depth, lost, and increasingly inconsequential to the spiraling catastrophe they themselves created. The homeless man was arrested two days later for brandishing a large hunting knife and threatening passersby (LAPD case no. 191422115).

Mr. Bonin already responded to the negative publicity last week by attacking his own constituents. Through a spokesman (Mr. Bonin himself has yet to speak publicly on the issue) he told local blog Yo!Venice, “It is shameful that opponents of bridge housing in Venice have manipulated the incident and turned into a right-wing smear attack, aided by talk radio shock jocks and internet trolls.” On his personal Facebook page, Mr. Bonin redoubled his attacks, dismissing the concerned citizens who captured the videos as, “People who have filmed, photographed, mocked and sometimes taunted people living on the streets,” and called them trolls.

High political discourse, Mike Bonin-style.

This is the same elected official who previously argued, “I can’t accept the idea that there is an inextricable link between crime and homelessness. It is wrong it is not backed up by the data, and it leads to bad policy.”

This morning’s email continues Mr. Bonin’s desperate efforts spin his way out of the inescapable facts captured in the videos, and the undeniable realities on the streets of his district. Using his own failures to try and raise money with a self-pitying email is Mr. Bonin’s ultimate act of chutzpah. He pleads for donations to help him fight reality – or rather, what he calls “an unprecedented onslaught of bizarre and baseless attacks.” Apparently three different videos capturing the same shameful scene, an elected official abandoning one of the most vulnerable members of society while that person endangers himself and his community, constitutes a “bizarre and baseless attack.”

Is it “bizarre and baseless” to assert that Councilman Bonin has all but lost control of the myriad problems and crises in his district, and that everyone is suffering every day as a result?

This week in CD11

The reality is that the carnage continued unabated in the week since the videos hit social media. There was crime, chaos, and death on the streets of Councilman Bonin’s West Los Angeles district, particularly in Venice Beach and Mar Vista. Mr. Bonin, too busy attacking average Angelenos and using his own failures to raise campaign money, has remained thus far remained silent on the issues that are threatening to destroy his councilship.

Last Friday night, three days after Mr. Bonin’s encounter on Culver Boulevard, a homeless individual died at a small encampment that has formed next to the Mar Vista Post Office on Venice Boulevard. According to people living in the camp Nicolas Newberry overdosed on heroin. There was dispute among camp inhabitants as to whether it was accidental or intentional, and the death remains under investigation with the Los Angeles County Coroner’s Office.

Homeless people living in Mar Vista scrolled messages on the Post Office wall near where the body of Nicolas Newberry was discovered Friday night

In conversations with a number of those residents, however, there was no dispute that Councilman Bonin has been MIA as the crisis spirals. Newberry’s body was discovered nearly a week ago and yet there’s been nary a word from the councilman’s office. One would think that a tragic, avoidable death would elicit a response, that Mr. Bonin would acknowledge Newberry’s passing.

The camp’s inhabitants described Newberry as a generous, gregarious individual. They said he had begun transitioning from male to female. They described him as an inveterate jokester, and said that he had recently starting asking people to refer to him as “Tits.” Newberry’s death – which was not reported on the Citizen app – is another tragic example of the continuing downward spiral in Los Angeles’s Council District 11.

Mr. Bonin’s silence helps explain why several people at the encampment, who asked not to be named for fear of reprisals from the city, blamed Mr. Bonin for allowing the camp and dozens more like it to fester. “He’s lost control,” said one last night. The fact is that the very people Mr. Bonin constantly claims to be championing have come to view him as a central part of the problem (check back with the all aspect report for in-depth interviews with camp inhabitants about the changing dynamics of homelessness in L.A. as officials continue to lose control).

There was a reported violent assault at the camp less than 15 minutes after we left.

There were other violent incidents in Mar Vista and Venice last week. On Saturday, a man was stabbed on the Venice Boardwalk near Windward Avenue (LAPD case no. 191422302). According to, there were fourteen car break-ins, six assaults (including four with a deadly weapon), six burglaries, five thefts, four stolen vehicles, and three robberies. And these are just the crimes that made it into the official system; the true number likely is substantially higher.

In response to the video and subsequent media coverage Mr. Bonin has lashed out at his constituents. Through a spokesman, he told local blog Yo!Venice, “It is shameful that opponents of bridge housing in Venice have manipulated the incident and turned into a right-wing smear attack, aided by talk radio shock jocks and internet trolls.” On his personal Facebook page, Mr. Bonin doubled down on his attacks, dismissing the concerned citizens who captured the videos as, “People who have filmed, photographed, mocked and sometimes taunted people living on the streets,” and dismissed them again as trolls.

This is the same elected official who previously argued, “I can’t accept the idea that there is an inextricable link between crime and homelessness. It is wrong it is not backed up by the data, and it leads to bad policy.”

There were other violent incidents in Mar Vista and Venice in the week after he tried downplaying the incident. On Saturday, a man was stabbed on the Venice Boardwalk near Windward Avenue (LAPD case no. 191422302). According to, there were also:

  • 15 car break-ins
  • 6 assaults (including 4 with a deadly weapon)
  • 6 burglaries
  • 5 thefts
  • 4 stolen vehicles
  • 3 robberies.

These are the data from a single week in a small part of Mike Bonin’s district. And these are just the crimes that made it into the official system; the true number likely is substantially higher.

In light of this data, and people’s experiences on the streets of CD11, is it “bizarre and baseless” to suggest that Mike Bonin is out of his depth?

By organizing a homeless camp clean-up, a Virginia activist accomplished for free in one day what L.A. hasn’t been able to do with billions and years

(VAN NUYS, CA) – September 21, 2019. Dozens of volunteers spent Saturday cleaning trash from a homeless camp. Photograph by Christopher LeGras.

The stench of the homeless camp hits you from blocks away. It’s an indescribable combination of decay, decomposition, detritus, and death, the kind of odor you would associate with a third world slum or a World War I battlefield. It invades your nostrils even through a protective mask. After a few minutes you’re wearing it on your clothes, your shoes, your skin. It stays with you long after you leave.

Yet as suffocating as it is the stench doesn’t prepare you for what you see inside the camp itself. Even for Angelenos, who have become tragically accustomed to such scenes, the encampment on Oxford Street in Van Nuys shocks the conscious. For a hundred feet the garbage is piled shoulder high. Every step is hazardous: Rats and mice scurry in all directions, shards of glass litter the ground, and broken meth pipes are common. There are decomposing rodent carcasses amid piles of dog, rat, and human excrement. Walking through the camp one tries not to consider how many infectious diseases may be present. This is the place some 50 people call home.

Despite the hazards, dozens of volunteers from all over Los Angeles converged on the camp on Saturday to clear away thousands of pounds of garbage. Starting at 7a.m. they put themselves in harm’s way to accomplish a task the City and County of Los Angeles seem incapable of doing: They cleaned up a homeless camp. In the process they helped the neighborhood, local businesses, and the camp’s inhabitants themselves, some of whom joined the effort. By early afternoon the place was unrecognizable. The clean-up’s organizer, Scott Presler, said they had hauled away 50 tons of garbage.

(VAN NUYS, CA) September 21, 2019. By the end of the day the camp was unrecognizable. Photograph by Christopher LeGras.

Walking through the thrum of activity, one cannot help but ask why the Garcetti administration and City Council cannot accomplish the same feat, given the billions of dollars they’ve spent over the last five years. How is it that untrained citizens, armed with nothing but shovels and moxy, can do more to help our city than the people supposedly in charge of it? Why hasn’t anyone in city or county government hit upon the idea of organizing mass volunteer clean-ups like the one a private citizen put together from three thousand miles away?

The volunteers came from all over the southland and reflected the region’s diverse character. There seemed to be a little bit of everyone. One man said he’d taken the bus to the camp, while a woman rolled up in brand-new Mercedes. Teenagers worked alongside members of a church group in their 70s. One woman said that she and her boyfriend had left their Orange County home at 5a.m. so they could arrive in time to join the first wave. One camp resident walked back and forth between the far end of the camp and the dumpster, hauling two shopping carts’ worth of refuse at a time with dogged determination.

(VAN NUYS, CA) September 21, 2019. Residents of the homeless encampment joined in the clean-up. This man spent hours hauling shopping carts full of refuse to the dumpster. Photograph by Christopher LeGras.

In the face of the overwhelming human misery confronting them the volunteers displayed a hearty esprit de corps as they donned hazmat suits and masks and waded into the mire. At one point a woman screamed and jumped as a rat tried to run up the leg of her suit. Her scream turned to laughter as her fellow volunteers good-naturedly mimicked her motions. They briefly seemed to be dancing.

The generosity on display was overwhelming. People brought pizzas and donuts, boxes of bottled water and juices. The hazmat suits, masks, and shoe covers were donated. Javier Perez, owner of Perez Disposal in Granada Hills, provided a large roll-off container along with a hauling truck and a Bobcat mini tractor. By noon he said that his crew already had hauled the container to a nearby landfill twice, both times filled to the top with 30 cubic yards of trash. When asked how much the day was costing his business Mr. Perez shrugged and replied, “About $3,000. But who cares? It’s the right thing to do.”

A camp resident named Robert, who described himself as the camp’s “sentry, city councilman, and mediator,” said the day was the happiest since he arrived five months ago. “Living like this,” he says, pointing to his tent where his girlfriend was cleaning up, “I get so tired. So tired. But today gives me hope. I mean, look at these folks. They don’t have to be here. They don’t have to spend a Saturday away from their families to help us out. But here they are. God bless them.” As he talked a spider crawled across his face and around his right ear. He didn’t even notice.

Clean-up organizer is a controversial figure

It may surprise Angelenos to learn that the clean-up’s organizer isn’t from L.A. He isn’t even from California. Mr. Presler is a Washington D.C. native who lives in northern Virginia. Even more surprising (to Angelenos) is that Mr. Presler, who is gay, is an avid Trump supporter and conservative activist. When he’s not organizing homeless cleanups he’s sponsoring and leading voter registration drives around the country. Yet using only with Twitter and Facebook he was able to accomplish more in a few hours than the Garcetti administration accomplishes in a year. He says that over the last few months he’s organized two clean-ups in Baltimore, as well as in Virginia Beach and Newark. He has one planned in Philadelphia in two weeks. He said that he was drawn to the Van Nuys camp in particular after hearing that there are a number of veterans among the inhabitants. Both his father and grandfather are retired Navy officers.

(VAN NUYS, CA) September 21, 2019. Conservative activist and clean-up organizer Scott Presler. Photograph by Christopher LeGras.

Mr. Presler has received negative coverage because of his politics. After his first Baltimore clean-up in early August, the Baltimore Sun ran an op-ed suggesting the event was a political publicity stunt designed to embarrass U.S. Rep. Elijah Cummings. The paper dismissed the clean-up as, “not really that remarkable of a concept,” and huffed that, “Mr. Presler’s presence in Baltimore reinforces the tired image of our failing urban cores.” Angelenos (and probably more than a few Baltimoreans) might respond that, well, yes, it does. Because that image is accurate.

Mr. Presler previously worked with a group called ACT for America, which the Anti-Defamation League has called the largest anti-Muslim group in the country. In past interviews Mr. Presler said that as a gay man he was motivated to address Islamic extremism after the 2016 Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando, Florida (the killer had sworn allegiance to ISIS and targeted the gay venue). In 2017 NPR reported that Mr. Presler cancelled a planned event in Arkansas when he learned that the organizer was a white nationalist. He has since distanced himself from the group.

To be sure, if Mr. Presler knowingly associated with a hate group he should be accountable. The mere fact that he helped organize events like the “March Against Sharia” will churn some stomachs.

Yet considering what he has accomplished in L.A., Baltimore, and elsewhere on behalf of homeless people of all races and creeds it would seem forgiveness is in order as well. In speaking with Mr. Presler, you don’t get the impression of a man who’s out to marginalize, malign, or divide. He speaks passionately and sincerely about his desire to help people. “This isn’t about politics,” he says. “I consider the clean-ups to be apolitical.” Moreover, it’s hard to square claims of bigotry with the diversity that was on display at Saturday’s clean-up, and the diversity of the camp residents his efforts helped in Los Angeles and elsewhere in the country. If Mr. Presler is a bigot, he’s not very good at it.

It’s tempting to search for a broader significance to the fact that a full-throated Trump supporter and conservative activist did more in a day to help the homeless in Los Angeles than the city’s progressive elected officials manage in a year. And perhaps there is. But that’s a conversation for another time.

For now, the story is the dozens of Angelenos who spent a Saturday in withering heat quite literally shoveling excrement to help their fellow human beings. They weren’t serving meals at a soup kitchen; they were risking their health, even their lives, in one of the worst places in Los Angeles. All to help people who’s names they will never know. That’s worth dwelling upon in these hyper-divided times.

Thanks to Mr. Presler, for a few hours the best of Los Angeles, the best of California, and the best of the United States were on display. If it took a few MAGA hats to accomplish that task, then so be it. Los Angeles is a little bit better off today thanks to Mr. Presler’s efforts. Hopefully he will be back soon.

The children Los Angeles has abandoned

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A decrepit hallway in an LAUSD building

Leon* is going into seventh grade in the Los Angeles Unified School District. He’s 14 and loves music, computers, and video games. He dreams of a career as a music engineer. He’s got a mischievous side and is a bit of a prankster. He loves paper airplanes.

He also loves history. Whether it’s Genghis Khan or Easter Island, the American Revolution or the Industrial Revolution, he can’t get enough. He has a remarkable ability to focus. Give him a set of math problems and the world vanishes until the last one’s solved. It’s a thing to behold.

It’s all the more remarkable given the deafening noise in his world. He lives in a homeless shelter in Compton with his mom, three older sisters and older brother. Leon and his siblings are among the estimated 17,000 homeless students in the LAUSD, a number that has tripled in the last three years. Kids who when the 3pm bell rings go to emergency shelters, motels, even cars, RVs, and sidewalk tents.

The numbers are eye-watering.

While overall homelessness increased by 19% in L.A. County last year, child homelessness exploded by 50%. That’s on top of a 50% increase in 2018. According to the Los Angeles County Department of Education as many as 71,727 children experienced homelessness countywide. Even that number may be a significant undercount: According to a study by the nonpartisan American Institutes for Research, in 2014 as many as 130,000 children may have experienced homelessness that year. Moreover, that was five years ago, before the crisis truly began to spiral out of control.

130,000 homeless children, in the wealthiest city in the wealthiest state in the wealthiest nation in human history. How does this happen? How have we allowed it to happen? Why do we continue electing the same politicians responsible for creating the crisis, in the vain hope they’ll solve their own mess?

Violence is a fact of life for children like Leon. He speaks with a pronounced stutter that started after his best friend was killed in a random drive-by when they were eight. The murder is among the nearly 50% of homicides that go unsolved each year in Los Angeles, the majority in South L.A. He and his siblings regularly alter the route they walk to and from school because patterns are dangerous. His school is relatively safe, but fights are common. His oldest sister has been suspended multiple times and is now home-schooled. It’s harrowing to imagine how many obstacles he faces just to be a normal little boy. He never will be.

He’s 12 years old, and as a society we’ve given up on him. This is life in Eric Garcetti’s Los Angeles.

It’s impossible to acclimatize to the new reality in Los Angeles, to normalize to the notion that for children like Leon life isn’t much different from that of a child in a war-torn developing country. For that matter, Leon is receiving a third world education. He’s going into the eighth grade and he can’t define a noun without prompting. He reads and writes at a third grade level, maybe. He can’t do multiplication tables beyond 5 without a calculator.

Yet Leon lives in the world’s fifth largest economy. His shelter is three miles from Playa Vista and the billions being invested in Silicon Beach. A twelve minute drive down Centinela Boulevard might as well be a twelve hour flight.

Again, Leon is tragically typical. LAUSD public education outcomes are among the worst in the state, making them among the very worst in the country. Though California is home to roughly 12% of the U.S. population, it has nearly half of the worst performing schools.

In 2017 barely a third of students met or exceeded math standards each year, and fewer than 40% did the same in English Language Arts. In poor areas like Compton the rates were 6.6% and 11.8%, respectively. LAUSD graduates thousands of high school seniors annually who are functionally illiterate – young adults who lack the skills to fill out a fast food job application.

The state of public education in Los Angeles is all the more troubling given the direct connections between education and poverty. Ending poverty starts with the next generation, with kids who are three and four years old. The public school is the foundation for the community and where you find good schools you find strong communities. Where you see bad schools, you see broken ones. If our city is to ever see a decrease in poverty and homelessness, it will follow a reemergence of our schools in a very profound way.

There are reasons for cautious hope. Even as officials dither, individuals are realizing this is an all-hands moment. People are having conversations they weren’t having even a couple years ago. Hundreds of private organizations, nonprofits, and faith groups are putting resources into the fight. They’re leveraging technology and modern behavioral and cognitive science. They crowdsource and harness social media.

Gerald is a father whose seventh grade daughter is enrolled in a program called School on Wheels, which provides tutors and mentors to homeless children in southern California shelters, libraries, schools, and other places homeless families gather (full disclosure: I volunteer with the program). He says that in the last year or so, services have been more visible.

Time will tell if these efforts will coalesce meaningfully. Whether California writ large will heed a call to action. The futures of millions of children like Leon depend on it.

* Not his real name. Details of Leon’s life have been changed to protect his privacy.