He is afraid.
Sitting alone on the outskirts of Downtown Los Angeles, Clarence tells me that he is no rush to go back….to anywhere. There was a time that this lost soul was a Preacher in a small Maryland town, and his faith in God has assisted his ongoing fears.
Bullying by strangers and even some gang-bangers have left him in fear, daily. He tells me “Some blacks don’t like whites, some Mexicans don’t like white’s…heck, there are whites that don’t like whites…it’s chaos”.
There is not much that he wants or needs, but tells me he could use a pair of shoes..his are ripped, full of holes and is wet.
Clarence wants to live in peace.