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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (July 1, 2016)
Vendors VENDOR PROFILE Feeding Frenzy Ted Jones by Maddy Brown-Clark A lady feeds the birds Old bread too stale for her to eat It came from the food bank A few sunrises ago But it was already old Too old to be sold. And the birds are thankful They , know no lack of gratitude So the lady wanders away She must go see Where they’re feeding the hungry today. Come morning the cycle Will begin another day. BY JASON MEKKAM C O N T R IB U T IN G W R ITER kurpose. That’s what drives Ted 'Jones. “Yo Street Roots! Getcha Streets Roots here! Just a dolla donation!” he bellows in a Rastafarian accent I ask him j why the accent and he shrugs. jH He just likes Bob Marley, he says, very matter of fact Ted’s jovial energy is infectious, but the Portland native hasn’t always had a reason to be cheery. At a young age, he was taken from his . mother and grew up i bouncing from one ■ foster home to ■ the next 11 When he I was a p Answers to puzzles on page 15 9 L Z 6 8 8 L 9 P V 6 8 Z P 9 L 8 S 9 P 8 S I L Z 8 6 8 9 P 8 Z I 9 6 L 8 Z 6 L 9 9 8 17 I L 9 I P 8 6 9 Z 8 6 8 9 V L 8 P 9 Z Z 8 L 9 9 P 6 k 8 I I 1 I I I' 9 8 6 3 81 L 9| I Veterans/Military/EMS personnel Sliding scale (first session, free) teenager, he lived with his aunt who beat him. Fed up, Ted ran away when he was 18, and arrangements were made for him to move to a foster home in Salem. At first, the new town was rough on him. He didn’t know anybody well, including his foster parents. But he warmed up to his situation and his foster family, and he eventually graduated from South Salem High School. L At 21, Jones decided to return to K Portland to look for fe his mother. With I the help of friends, I he was able to find 1 her, and the two I rekindled their fc relationship. They i remained close i until she died Street moots • u uiy ■ - / , in 2009 of a heart attack, right in front of Ted in his Southeast Portland apartment. The death of his mother was a major turning point in Ted’s life, spurring a period of self-reflection. “I was fed up with being at home, being a couch potato and not doing anything. I wanted to get out and do stuff,” he said. And so he did. Since he became a vendor for Street Roots, his spirits have been lifted. Meeting new people every day and earning an extra income has given him a newfound feeling of self-worth. He’s happy. And you can tell. A couple of years ago, Ted sold Street Roots for about a week before quitting. He didn’t like how people- were rude to him, how they looked down on him, how they told him to get a job. In April, with the encouragement of his friend Danny, a Street Roots vendor, he decided to give it another shot He says it’s the best decision he’s ever made. This time around, things have been much better. The people are nicer. But even when he encounters an unfriendly potential customer, now he just shrugs it off. He keeps on smiling and t selling. ■ Because he knows why he’s out ■ H l there. Ted lives alone in an apartment R e t -■ in Clackamas. He prefers it out ciL'Lcjk there because it’s quieter and HHHHk removed from downtown’s drug culture. He sells Street Roots from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Monday through Thursday i (and sometimes Friday). On I his days off, he’s usually ■ cruising around on his mountain bike or at the mall, F checking out the music I stores. He tells me how much he loves rap and that Too Short and The Notorious B.I.G. — or Biggie Smalls, as he calls him - are his favorite artists. ask him what he likes so much about , and he shrugs. He just likes the cuts, says. nod, because I like the cuts too.
