Column: Invisible Among Us
Hi, do you have a moment for the environment?
Very seldom could I get the entire sentence out. More often than not, my attempts at interacting with passers-by ended somewhere between Hi, do you
and Hi, do you have a moment
On the busy sidewalks of Manhattan, very few people were willing to grant more than a few seconds of their time to anyone trying to get their attention; let alone someone working as a street canvasser for Greenpeace.
Of all the thankless, minimum-wage jobs that I cycled through when I was in my early twenties, the canvassing gig was by far the most brutal. We spent four to five hours a day on the sidewalks of New York City, trying to convince people to sign up for a monthly donation subscription with a $15 minimum. We went out in teams of four, a different intersection every few days. If we didnt meet our quota of two sign-ups a day for three days straight, we were automatically fired. It was an uncomfortable, stressful, pressure-filed job, where ones income, as well as their status as employed altogether, was completely dependent on an often hostile and skeptical public.
Prior to landing the job, I had spent lots of time on street-corners, both as a busker and a tarot reader. I knew full well that trying to solicit money from the public was often a frustrating and futile task. When folks would ask me how I fared as a street performer, I would usually tell them that if smiles were a form of currency, Id be very well off. I never made much money, but at least I had the smiles.
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I stared at her, taken aback. She had just perfectly articulated what I had always considered to be the most plausible explanation. Being othered, being cast aside, ignored and treated as though one doesnt exist, inevitably drives one closer and closer to being in touch with all else that is invisible and unseen that other world that many believe also doesnt exist.
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