I only missed your perception, but the reality from which I speak comes from two friends in my Mini club, both of whom are on differing police department forces and from my own committments. In one case, this last Christmas, they each picked up a number of homeless or street beggars to get them to shelters because of the cold. In more than one instance, several of them pulled out large wads of cash explaining to the officers not only were they not indigent, but what they were doing was a legitimate form of work...
In San Francisco, last year, I was panhandled to on three or four different occasions, and rather rudely, I might add by people whom later that day I saw eating in restaurants I couldn't afford. I am certainly not saying there aren't legitimate poor people out among us, nor that they should be ignored because of a few bad apples in the lot, I am just saying this kind of behavior builds the kind of distrust which leads to the social conditions which produce photographs like this.
I work with two "soup kitchens" in town for those who won't go to the shelters. I photograph them so there is at least a record of their existance. On way too many occasions, these photogrpahs have been used to identify remains found in the local wooded areas. I don't do this service to help the local police force, but to give these people a sense of self-identity.
The point, Steve, I think we all miss is we are all slowly succumbing to or at the very least, are numbing ourselves to the reality that such a state of "poorness" is not all that far from our own realities. I don't know of anyone in my lot of friends who hasn't been slammed far up the wall of financial reality in the last three years.
I have no answers, and problably fewer questions than I did last week. That scares me almost as the thought of having to hold a tin cup to beg for alms.