Surviving L.A.’s housing crisis
Three portraits of people trying to survive in difficult times
With thousands living in dire circumstances, columnist Steve Lopez tells three poignant stories about coping.
In Reseda, an elderly couple fret about where they will go at the end of the month, when they are forced out of the one-room-apartment they have lived in for 29 years.
In Tujunga, a retired woman in lives in a backyard shed, treating her high blood pressure with tea made fromher garden and bathing in an outdoor tub with water heated by the sun.
In Arleta, a supermarket employee rents amakeshift roomin a house that is home to10 people, and often waits in a long line to shower before work.
I didn’t set out last Wednesday to tie these stories together; Iwas following leads in search of the small dramas that play out daily, beyond the headlines, in homes that do not make the Hot Property column.
I traveled the 101 and the 405, the118 and the 210, and the stories intersected as the highways do, here in a land where all too often plans fall apart, and the daily challenge is to adapt, to endure, to survive.
“Help!!!!” Caroline Malloy pleaded in an email to me.
Her parents, Charles and Bernice Malloy, 80 and 70, are being evicted fromthe Reseda retirement home they moved into in1986.
“At the end of last year, the owner called me and said, ‘We’d like you tomove out,’ “says Bernice. “Iwas just speechless.”
Bernice worked for the retirement home as a live-in receptionist and medication technician, among other jobs, and in return she got a modest paycheck and the studio was rent-free. She pressed for an explanation andwas told her job was being eliminated, and the room went with the job, so shewas out.
“This is our life,” Bernice said, showing me her modest setup at the Ambassador Garden on Can by Avenue. Their one-room-home has no kitchen, which has made for three decades of cooking challenges, and a clothes rack serves as a room divider.
A wooden LOVE carving is perched atop a curtain rod and a shelf displays a greeting card with pink butterflies and thewords: “To My Beautiful Wife. You’re a Gift From God.”
The card is from Chuck, a former U.S. Marine who now steadies himself with a walker. His wife and daughter— that’s Caroline— confide that he’s in the early stages of dementia.
Chuck worked as a delivery man back in the day, but neither he nor Bernice ever brought home a big paycheck, and medical expenses have taken a bite out of their limited funds.
So what are their options in one of the most expensive real estate markets in the country, with scant affordable housing and waiting lists for subsidized senior living?
“They have to come live with me,” said Caroline, 40. “I’m an only child and they’re my only parents, and I can’t let them go somewhere else.”
Caroline’s rent-controlled studio apartment is no bigger than her parents’. She lost her job as a bookkeeper when the recession hit and the newjob she found pays less. And still, she notes with pride, she’s never missed a rent payment— and is fully confident that she can afford the rent on a larger apartment in the building.
So it really ticks her off that the management at Talavera Apartments in Reseda first insisted that she include her parents on the application for the new apartment— and then summarily rejected the family because her parents’ credit rating isn’t high enough.
“So what?” asked the Malloys’ attorney, Robin Paley. “Can’t they make an exception?”
I suggested that Caroline combine her salary with her parents’ retirement income and move into a bigger unit somewhere else, but she said market rates are exorbitant, and having once lost a job, she fears being stretched too thin.
Her apartment managers did not returnmy calls, and my conversation with the manager of the Ambassador Garden was brief.
Hesaid only that Mrs. Malloy’s job was being eliminated and that I should call back nextweek because he was on a beach in Mexico. Then he hung up.
On July 1, barring any developments, Caroline Malloy and her parents will begin living together in an apartment the size of the average garage— an arrangement not at all un common in Los Angeles.
I drove high into the hills of Tujunga, stood at a locked gate on a country road and called out to Agneta Dobos. She didn’t answer. I heard the trickle of water, peered through the vegetation, and saw a woman in a bathtub under a peach tree.
Long ago I stopped being surprised by theway people live in Los Angeles.
Some make do in cars for years on end.
Some live in converted garages.
Some wedge themselves under freeway overpasses.
And I have just gotten to know a woman who went nine months without running water in her home.
Still, an outdoor bathtub was new to me.
“I bought it for $40,” Dobos told me, opening the gate with a towel on her head when she realized I was not there to evict her.
Dobos has been at this property for 27 years, and the 1994 North ridge quake damaged her house. Years later, she signed a deal with the city to have the house demolished and rebuilt with a HUD loan, but that plan fell apart in disputes between Dobos, the contractor and the city.
So she moved into a backyard shed eight years ago to await a resolution that never came, and now the city is evicting her because the shed doesn’t meet safety standards.
“They’re going to put me in the street and I’m going to die,” said Dobos, 67, a former registered nurse who said she has heart trouble and multiple other health problems.
The shed she lives in is about 8 feet by10 feet, with a portable grill and toaster oven powered by a line that runs fromthe street. There is no toilet; she goes to the nearby YWCA. The only place for a small table is on the bed, and she slides her feet under it when she sleeps.
To heat the water for her daily bath, Dobos fills about two dozen plastic jugs from a garden hose and sets the jugs on the foundation of the house thatwas never built. About 2 p.m., she dumps the sun-heated water into the tub and climbs in.
It’s a hard life, but she loves the home she shares with her cats and three chickens, who lay green eggs. During those spells when she can’t afford to shop, she eats her own tomatoes, walnuts, apricots, grapes and oranges. When her blood pressure rises or her diabetes flares up, she brews teas fromher loquats, celery leaves and nopales.
Dobos seems to have a history of disagreement with neighbors, employers and inspectors.
I can’t believe, though, that the best solution is to force her onto the street, adding her to the 44,000 homeless people countywide who have set up tents and built “cardboard condos” almost everywhere, including within blocks of City Hall.
Maybe, rather than evict her, the city could arrange for a socialworker to help resolve her problems and upgrade the shed tomake it safe for her to live in— and then restart the rebuilding of her house.
It took 20 minutes to drive from Tujunga to Arleta, where I met with Reina Rosales at a one-story home that serves as a kind of hostel for people whowork low-wage jobs.
Rosales’ roomat the back of the house is awooden, corner-cutting add-on, and she has to walk out of her unit and back into the house to use the one bathroom shared by nine renters. The owner keeps one bathroom to himself.
“If I’m scheduled to start at 7, I have to get up at 5 in the morning because the bathroom is very busy,” Rosales said.
She used to have a better place, but the rent was too high at $600 a month. This one goes for $350. The 48-year-old-works in the deli at an El Super grocery. The chain offers rock bottom prices to a mostly Latino clientele.
Thisweek, peaches are 79 cents a pound, tilapia is $1.47 a pound, and a 24ounce bottle of Hunt’s ketchup is 99 cents. It’s a business model that elevated the owner of the Mexico based company into the ranks of theworld’s billionaires in 2013.
“It’s off the backs of the workers,” said Rosales, who makes less than $10 an hour, which is significantly less than wages at many supermarket chains.
She had towork last Wednesday, so shewas unable to join hundreds of El Super employees who marched in Highland Park demanding better pay and benefits.
Andeven with the new minimumwage increase approved by Los Angeles city officials, Rosales has to wait until July 2016 for a bump to $10.50 an hour.
Rosales sends asmuch of each paycheck as she can to her family in El Salvador for education and basic needs.
What’s left is just enough for food, bus fare and the little room with amattress on the floor and photos of her family on a dresser.
She said she sticks to herself in the house, watches movies in English to improve her language skills and dreams of one day going to college.
“I need to find a better job, and opportunities don’t just cometo you,” Rosales said. “You have to look for them.”
Lastweek, the California Supreme Court cited an affordable housing shortage of “epic proportions” and issued a ruling thatmakes it easier for municipalities to require developers to sell some housing at belowmarket rates.
Los Angeles Mayor Eric Garcetti applauded the ruling, but he needs to do more than clap. He needs to lead theway on a plan to make it happen
Raising the bottom on minimum-wage jobs is a nice boost, but that’s the easy part.
The bigger challenge is the creation of middle-wage jobs.
The striking thing about the stories I have told today is that they are not exceptional.
Thousands of people in our city live in circumstances that are equally challenging.
What’s depressing is that we, as a city and county, are so inept at helping them.
What’s inspiring is witnessing howthe Malloys, and Agneta Doboses, and Reina Rosaleses adapt, endure and survive, their dignity intact.
AGNETA DOBOS, 67, bathes outdoors. Her home was demolished after the Northridge quake; a dispute has stalled its replacement.
CHUCK MALLOY and his wife, Bernice, are being evicted from a studio apartment in a Reseda retirement home where they have lived rent-free since 1986 because Bernice worked at the facility.
REINA ROSALES watches television in her room in a house she shares with 10 others in Arleta. Rosales earns less than $10 an hour and scrimps on rent so she can send money to relatives in El Salvador.