Residents of the Congress Heights section of Washington tell of the devastating impact the president’s plan to cut food stamps would have on their families
Wendell Britt does not know where he will sleep tonight. It might be a park bench, a pavement, a shelter – “You go to a shelter and they take your fucking phone” – or, if he’s lucky, a friend’s house. “Wherever I lay my head,” he says, wearing a Chicago Bulls cap.
The 55-year-old also does not know where his next meal is coming from either – but he does have a lifeline. “Food stamps help me get food in my stomach,” he said this week. “They help a lot of people.”