I beg to differ. When a worker earns less than the average beggar, then by definition their wage is NOT a good one.
See, a GOOD wage is one which encourages people to work, by making it more worthile to do so than not. A good wage is not merely one which just about enables people to keep body and soul together. And I doubt that $13 an hour in the US, or anywhere in the Western world, would do much more than that.
I am afraid I would have to disagree. Using my brother’s $2,000 a day as the standard, which I do believe is unrealistic, if they did this 5 days a week for 48 weeks a year, they would have earned $480,000 a year,
tax free! But if they sit on their bum and only panhandle 2 days a month, they would earn $24,000 a year
tax free. That is the equivalent to a $40,000 a year job before taxes (in the USA).
Of course perhaps the beggar is not as, um, er, skilled as my brother. Perhaps he only get $500 a day. That still the $120,000
tax free income, the equivalent of a $200,000 salary before taxes (in the USA) for hold a sign with the lie “will work for food” scrawled on it for a few hours a day.
No, just because many of these beggars make more than many of us does not mean that we make a poor living.
Another poster made a valid point. We cannot just presume that these people are lazy or alcoholic or drug-addicted or whatever. Clearly some are, but others are having a bad run of luck or have succumbed to the bad economy or suffer, and I mean
suffer, from some mental or physical disability that renders them unable to hold a job. The problem is when you see that arm stretching out you with a cup in it, you do not know which category the person falls into. Are you really helping a person in need or are you helping a person who “needs” another hit of crack?
That is why we must support social organizations. They can use that same money and help more people with. Which is exactly what I do.
One closing story. Not long ago, my mother recently learned (it took her nearly 3 decades for her to accept the truth) that my homeless brother, who is a constant source of great heartache for her, smokes marijuana habitually. A few weeks ago, he called and asked for a couple of hundred dollars. I tried to talk her out of it but she agreed. I came home the next day and she told me what she had done. She donated the agreed amount of money to the Oregon Food bank, called my brother and told him that he can go the food bank instead. He was not happy.