Recently I stumbled on a documentary of sorts about “mole people” from the 1990’s. The Youtube title of the documentary is Subway Cops vs. Mole People, however the real title of the documentary is Subway Cops and Mole Kings. The documentary is rather short and the quality is not what one has come to expect from Youtube, it seems the video was copied from a VHS tape onto digital format. Anyway, enough about the technicalities.
The documentary itself is hardly groundbreaking in terms of research and seems to simply be a dramatic delving into the world of the homeless rather than simple journalism. The viewer is taken down into the (literal) underworld of NYC in the 90s and is exposed to the terrible conditions of the average homeless person down there. However, where there is ugliness it does not mean there cannot be beauty as well. I found it enlightening to see that some of the homeless tried to make their dwellings look like home with books, radio and musical instruments being prized possessions. What stuck with me the most was a poem by Captain Bryan Henry of the NYPD who is the documentary’s “guide” of sorts. His poem is called The Mole King and this is a section from it;
How sad this human garbage, lost for all time.
Though breathing he is dead.
This Mole king who burrows through his own waste for comfort is an absurdity to the universe and to all humanity.
Banished to a man made self imposed hell, he is to late for extrication.
He died long before he ruled this abyss.
Where are the angels.
For those who are interested here is the documentary;
Please let me know in the comments what you thought of the documentary.