Caseworker Poems - Poems about Caseworker

In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A social worker had a degree or two in social work and was qualified to work with the poor. A caseworker usually had a...

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there are jerks where i work so am alert thing has to be done its no fun my jobs is odd it under my belt to give help so am sreacher and a CASEWORKER...

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Caseworker: Yams and Plantain Cabrini-Green Housing Project Chicago Bienvenido’s comin’ over, says his wife, to ‘splain me why the kids have got no rice, no beans, how the landlord’s shovin’ notes beneath the door again. In Puerto Rico Bienvenido dug up yams, was paid in plantain, came over here, brought his wife, then his kids. First New York, then Chicago, gave up...

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Caseworker Takes Notes I was there the day there trickled down the wall of an old man's room one roach that stopped across a canyon in the plaster till the old man's elevated slipper fell. The roach absorbed the blow and as though perforated for that purpose dissolved into an archipelago. The old man looked at me and patiently explained, "Despite my constant smacking of...

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Caseworker Determining Eligibility Cabrini-Green Projects Chicago The child, age two, hammocked in the half moon of his mother’s arms, is locked in palsy, yet moves an eyelid as I ask, moves the other as his mother answers, application form interrogation. The father was a white policeman. “Curiosity,” the mother says. “No more. I didn’t go with him for money.” Donal Mahoney...

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