Crazy, homeless people: What do we do?

Originally published in the Bangor Daily News, September 23, 2025

A homeless encampment in Biddeford that was cleared by the city in 2024 (Seaver)

In a lot of ways, I am probably a lot like you.

I am a middle-aged, married white guy with a mortgage and a modest home in a quiet residential neighborhood with well-manicured lawns and friendly neighbors.

I love living in Maine. I have two grown children. I adore my dog, and I am blessed to have many good friends. I fret about rising property taxes, and it feels as if I am eternally engaged in thermostat battles with my wife.

I work hard, follow the law and pay my taxes. I drive a late-model Chevy Silverado pick-up truck and enjoy camping at both Rangeley and Moosehead lakes.

But there is another part of me that you would likely never guess unless I told you.

From the outside, my life may look almost idyllic or at least average, run-of-the-mill, but I have to work to maintain this stability and my outward appearance.

For more than 40 years, I have struggled with a wide range of mental health issues, from bi-polar depression and severe anxiety to raucous bouts of schizoid-affective disorder.

I recognize and accept my responsibility to manage my mental health, but it’s not always easy. Some of the medications I take affect everything from my libido to my weight. I am one of the lucky ones, I have a good psychiatrist.  I also participate in regular counseling with a therapist. My insurance covers the bulk of my prescription costs.

Although hidden from the public view, there is a toll, and I sometimes feel as if my illness is a burden on my family, especially my wife, who is my greatest support and the person who ensures that I am taking my meds as prescribed.

As a young adult in my early 20s, I struggled with stability on every level. My employment was erratic. The few relationships I had were chaotic. At three different times, I found myself homeless, living on the proverbial outer edge of society.

I was reluctant to take medications. I did not want to be controlled or – as I saw it – poisoned by society. I did a lot of couch surfing. I even landed in jail for assaulting a police officer.

I was in and out of various psychiatric facilities both on a voluntary and involuntary basis. I got in trouble with the Secret Service for talking about what I would like to do to President Reagan in 1984.

Flash forward more than 40 years.

Just like you, I was shocked, saddened and angry about the brutal, senseless killing of a young woman on a commuter train in Charlotte, North Carolina last week.

She did not deserve that fate. Her family did nothing to warrant such tremendous loss and heart-breaking grief.

How do we comfort them? How do we reconcile the fact that millions of Americans are living on the edge of society, saddled with a significant illness and a stunning lack of resources?

How do we handle our anger? Our resentment?

Sadly, I do not have any answers. I know that my friends on the political right talk a good game about mental illness in the wake of every mass shooting, but then suddenly get quiet when it comes to legislation that requires increased funding for mental health services.

Just like you, I was shocked, saddened
and angry about the brutal, senseless
killing of a young woman on a commuter
train in Charlotte, N.C. last week.

Meanwhile, my friends on the political left talk a lot about community-based care, often forgetting that there are some people who need to be involuntarily hospitalized.

While I do not have any answers, I do know this: we cannot afford to sacrifice our humanity and our shared sense of decency and compassion.

Our national dialogue has become so vitriolic that a major television network commentator can publicly suggest involuntary euthanasia for homeless people who refuse mental health treatment.

Think about that for just a minute or two.

Set aside the 14th Amendment if you need to.

There is a large group of people in this country who heard Mr. Kilmeade’s statements and simply shrugged.

I was a homeless person who often refused treatment. Did I deserve to be put to death for refusing to take medications?

Have we fallen so far that we are now willing to even entertain the notion of rounding up and killing some of our most vulnerable citizens?

If so, just remember that so-called solution will require rounding up people who look and act a lot like you and me.

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Randy Seaver is the editor and founder of the Biddeford Gazette. He regularly blogs on issues regarding mental health and his own journey toward recovery. E-mail randy@randyseaver.com

For What It’s Worth

“It’s time we stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look, what’s going down?
” — Buffalo Springfield

About a dozen Primadona college-age kids descended on downtown Biddeford today to exploit people who are living in one of the city’s most visible homeless encampments on Water Street.

These self-righteous “protestors” who are upset about events in Gaza mostly arrived on scene driving late-model SUVs and followed instructions issued from organizers to wear a mask.

A lame excuse for a protest on a warm summer day. Randy Seaver photo

Fortunately, there was no media attention given to these nitwits as they tried desperately to link the city’s homeless population to the atrocities now taking place in Gaza.

The pro-Hamas kiddos sent out a fancy press release about their demonstration. They wanted attention, that’s it. I didn’t see a single person in their ranks who has been involved in volunteering or actually trying to help our homeless neighbors over the past few months.

Believe it or not, I was young once. I understand their self-righteous outrage. When I was in my early 20s, I spent summers working for the Maine Peoples Alliance; I joined Monument Square protests in Portland for nightly candlelight vigils to protest the U.S. Arms race. I was a member of PAUSICA (Portlanders Against U.S. Involvement in Central America). Remember the Sandinistas and the Contras in Nicaragua?

These brave young folks who were forced to sip their lattes under a scorching sun this afternoon really believe in their cause, which is sort of interesting because they don’t rally around the genocide now taking place in Uganda. They apparently are not concerned about the plight of Ukraine.

Instead, these impressionable young people are rallying in support of an expanded Palestinian state where theocracy is in vogue and democracy is dismissed; where homosexuality is not tolerated and where women can be arrested or even killed for not dressing properly.

But my biggest beef with these clowns is the misinformation they are trying to spread about my hometown. The city has committed more than $1 million for a pilot program to actually assist our unhoused neighbors. We are expanding and coordinating more resources to actually help people.

I haven’t seen any of these punks at any of the countless meetings or participating in any discussions about how to move forward.

My community is actually doing something positive to restore dignity for those on the bottom rungs of the economic ladder.

These kids? They just want their 15 minutes of fame. Disgusting! Exploitation 101.

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Exile in Guyville, Part II

Loyal readers of this column may recall that last year I basically eviscerated the Biddeford City Council and City Manager James Bennett for spending $20,000 of taxpayer money to hire a private consulting firm in the hopes of finding a solution to the growing problem of homelessness in our community.

I’ve got good news and bad news for Biddeford taxpayers.

First, the good news. The City of Saco was stupid enough to split the cost with us.

The bad news? I told you so. The problem is just getting worse, and the much-anticipated report from the consultants was about as useless as the comb I still carry in my back pocket.

In case you missed it, the Biddeford City Council recently held a near three-hour-long workshop meeting to once again “discuss this very important topic,” in the words of Mayor Marty Grohman.

Before we proceed, I’d like to set the record straight. Every single member of the Biddeford City Council cares very much about the plight of homeless people in our community. City Manager James Bennett also cares about this issue and wants to find a solution.

Former mayor Alan Casavant still cares very much about this issue. Many of you readers also care very much about this issue. I care very much about this issue. So, why do we still have a problem?

To paraphrase James Carville, “It’s about the money, stupid!”

During last week’s workshop meeting, Timothy Boston read aloud a portion of my recent interview with former mayor and retired judge Michael Cantara. In that interview, Cantara hit the nail on the head.

“Without question, we must address the issue of homelessness,” Cantara told me. “Yes, it is a financially expensive and complicated issue, but we have an ethical obligation; a moral obligation to do more than just talk about the issue.”

But “just talk” seems to be what we do best. We talk. We write white papers and convene focus groups. We talk some more. We spend money on consultants and form more committees. We pontificate and bloviate in newspaper editorials and at the podium in the City Council Chambers.

We are full of righteous indignation, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. At least that’s how it feels if you’re in a tent with freezing temperatures and wind gusts of more than 25 miles per hour. It all seems like a lot of bullshit.

Why? Because we all conveniently skip over some hard truths.

In the consulting world, there’s an old mantra: If you’re not part of the solution, there’s good money to be had at prolonging the problem. I know this. I make my living as a consultant. The newspaper gig is just a side hustle.

The report from WestEast Design Group was exactly what I expected: several pages of fluff with four pages of references and another four pages of appendices.

I give them some credit, however. They were able to successfully use the word ‘leverage’ as both a verb and a noun at least a dozen times in the 24-page report.

There are basically four key take-aways from the rather lackluster report:

  1. There is a lack of physical space for services (including housing and treatment) in the Biddeford-Saco area;
  2. The Biddeford-Saco area has a growing homeless problem;
  3. People in Biddeford and Saco seem to be very compassionate and kind toward homeless individuals;
  4. The cities should “leverage” their existing resources and relationships and consider forming a ‘coordinating committee” to further study and understand this issue.

Well, thank you, Captain Obvious!

I kid you not. You can download the report and read it for yourself; I mean if you occasionally enjoy sticking a lit cigarette up your ass.

Basically, the consultants interviewed area stakeholders, including non-profit agencies, the Biddeford Housing Authority, the Police Department, the hospital and even yours truly. Yup, they interviewed me. They then wrote several pages, explaining how they conducted the interviews and what questions were asked.

At this point, they summarized the results of those interviews and told the council what the council had already heard from those same stakeholders over a period of more than two years. Remember, it was almost three years ago when Casavant first created the city’s Affordable Housing Task Force.

Last year, I publicly chided the then mayor and council for even considering hiring a consultant. I stood at the podium and told them: you only have five options. That’s it. Just five options and they each come with consequences.

First option: You can do absolutely nothing and ignore the problem until it goes away. (It going to cost you a ton of money because of impacts to schools, businesses and city services, but those costs will be somewhat hidden and therefore politically expedient.)

Secondly, you can take steps to immediately increase housing supply and soften demand by creative changes to zoning and other ordinances. (To their credit, the council is already doing this.)

Third option: you could implement rent control, despite the fact that it often creates more problems than it solves (Reference the city of Portland, Maine).

Fourth, you could collaborate with regional communities and build (and staff) a treatment facility that would include mental health services and a temporary housing shelter. Or finally, you could do what the city of Portland did: You can build and staff your own shelter.

That’s it. There are no other options.

See, it took me only 142 words to compile my report as opposed to nearly 30 pages from the hired consultants.

Let’s use Portland, Maine as an example. Last year, Portland unveiled a new state-of-the-art shelter that includes staffing for acute psychiatric care and substance abuse services.

The price tag? Roughly $25 million. A little more than $6 million was provided by the state with federal COVID relief funds. The remaining $18 million came from a private developer.

The result? Portland has a growing homeless problem. On many nights, there are literally several empty beds at the shelter because many people don’t want to stay at a shelter.

Think about that for a moment. The city built a $25 million shelter and yet the problem is growing. For comparison purposes, the city of Biddeford’s total city budget (excluding schools) is roughly $24.8 million, a 5.8 percent increase over last year.

Translation? We would literally have to double our municipal budget to build a shelter like the one in Portland.

Now let’s pretend we all live in Never-Never Land and a magic unicorn comes by and drops $25 million in our laps. How long do we continue funding? Where would it be located? Rotary Park could be an ideal location. How about the former Trull Hospital on May Street? How about your neighborhood?

You get the point. This problem requires money, but it also requires a commitment from ALL stakeholders, including the homeless themselves.

Any solution is going to require at least some cooperation from those who are most directly impacted by the problem. They are our neighbors. They deserve dignity. They deserve our empathy, support and compassion, but they also must be willing to sit at the table and help solve the problem.

In the movie Jaws, it becomes quickly apparent that the town of Amity has a serious problem on its hands. The town’s elected leaders are hesitant to spend the money required to solve the problem. We all know what happens next. The problem literally jumps up and bites them in the ass.

Our problem is not going to go away. It’s just going to get worse.

It’s time to end the paralysis of analysis. No more task forces. No more white papers. No more window dressing solutions. Bottom line: Ask yourself one simple question: How much are you willing to pay in additional taxes (or additional rent) to help cover these costs? One percent? Five percent? 10 percent? 50 percent? More?

Just imagine what we could have done with the $20,000 that we gave to a Texas-based consulting firm? I wonder how Vassie Fowler at the Seeds of Hope Neighborhood Resource Center could have ‘leveraged’ those funds.

Folks, you’re going to need a bigger boat. And a bigger boat is going to cost a lot of money. I know this is true because I asked a consultant.


Originally published in Saco Bay News/ January 2024