Defiant homeless woman racks up the arrests in L.A.
Annie Moody, 59, says she doesn’t like sleeping on the Los Angeles sidewalk but believes its skid row is part of her “destiny.” Police have tried arresting her repeatedly, and authorities have tried for years to get her into housing. She’s still on the streets.
Los Angeles Times
LOS ANGELES — Steve Harvey’s DJ patter floated out of the orange tent, followed by a clear contralto singing along to KJLH’s classic rhythm and blues.
Patrol cars slid by, and police officers called out, “Good morning” and “Time to get up.”
It was reveille, skid row-style: Time for Annie Moody to step out of her tent, pull over a blue milk crate and sit. And sit some more.
“It gets rather boring, really, nothing to do but sit and wait and wait and wait,” Moody said.
That sitting and waiting has cost her: Moody has been arrested by Los Angeles police 59 times in roughly six years, according to LAPD arrest data — more than anyone else in the city.
Since 2002, she has been tried 18 times, convicted 14 times and jailed for 15 months, costing taxpayers at least $250,000, according to court and law-enforcement records.
Under a court settlement, homeless people can sleep on the sidewalk overnight, but must be up by 6 a.m. or face charges of resting on the sidewalk or having an “illegal lodging.” Most of the 1,000 or so street dwellers on skid row fear arrest and move along, if only temporarily.
Moody stands her ground at Sixth Street and Towne Avenue.
Authorities say she has turned down dozens of offers of shelter or services for the homeless.
Friends believe police target her because she stands up for her rights. Police describe her as a homeless “anchor” whose defiance encourages others to remain in the streets, undermining efforts to clean up skid row.
“Ms. Moody’s case represents an extreme, including her repeated disinterest in complying with rules that everybody else complies with,” City Attorney Mike Feuer said.
Moody, 59, said she doesn’t like sleeping on the sidewalk, but believes skid row is part of her “destiny.”
“We’re human beings, not to be pushed around like cattle,” she said. “We have a right to be stationary.”
Life on the street
Moody wears rose-colored glasses — literally. Her hair springs in braids away from her head, or is tucked neatly into netting.
Denim shorts reach below her knees, and her crisp clean T-shirts recall long-forgotten events — a Batman movie, a Skechers beach walk.
She estimates she’s been homeless the better part of two decades. Like many long-term skid-row residents, she doesn’t like shelters, and she has cycled in and out of temporary homeless housing that didn’t lead to a permanent apartment. Even if someone handed her the key to a free apartment, she said, she wouldn’t take it.
“Why would I do that?” she asked.
Moody has nothing but praise for downtown’s remarkable comeback (“a heck of an improvement”) and admiration for outreach workers “sincerely trying to get people off the street.”
Just not her.
“What services do I need?” she said.
Her first arrest on charges relating to homelessness came in 2002, according to court records.
Often she spends a single night in jail and walks the next morning from the LAPD lockup next to Parker Center, the old department headquarters, back to Sixth and Towne. Other times she has done longer stints, including an 87-day stretch in 2010.
The city attorney sometimes charges her, sometimes doesn’t. When she returned after her recent arrest in January, an officer slipped a ticket under her tent flap, she said.
“If Einstein was right, that insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result,” said retired UCLA law professor Gary Blasi, who has studied homelessness, “then who in this drama is insane?”
Since 2006, Moody has lived off Supplemental Security Income, a federal program for disabled people of limited means. She showers and washes clothes at the missions, shops at the Goodwill thrift shop and eats at the downtown Fishermen’s Outlet Restaurant and fast-food places.
Most of her time is spent watching the pageant that is skid row — people in wheelchairs, half-dressed addicts toting newborn kittens. To her right one morning, a young man crouched with a needle in his arm. On her left, a lone tree stuck out of the concrete, reeking of urine.
Friends dropped by. A former skid-row hotel guard ran a push-broom over the sidewalk for her homeless friends.
“I get nothing but love down here,” Moody said.
The daughter’s story
A Mississippi native, Moody said she arrived in Pasadena from Chicago on her 17th birthday. She lost her job as a word processor at Security Pacific Bank in the 1990s — unfairly, she says.
Moody said she saw a psychiatrist after she was fired, and “it made a world of difference” for her.
Police, in a 2008 report, said she had received mental-health services, but has no specific diagnosis.
Moody and her husband split up when her daughter, Taren Moody, was young, and she and her brother went east with their father, Taren said. They came back as teenagers and ended up with their mother in temporary housing for the homeless in Venice, she said.
“That was awful,” said Taren, 39, a nurse who lives in Inglewood. “Depressing.”
Her mother managed to get hold of a rent-free house on 97th street in South Los Angeles, Taren said. When the electricity was turned off, Moody bootlegged it back on, the daughter said, and she would fill a big pot with firewood and cook over the flames.
“My mother is intelligent,” Taren said. “Everybody says that.”
Taren said she would prefer it if her mother were off the streets entirely, although “she’s actually quite comfortable there. I don’t understand it, but it’s true.
“If I was lucky enough to purchase a home with a back house, she would be in it,” the daughter said. “But my mother and I living under the same roof, it can never work.”
She said her mother is a loner who goes her own way.
“She has a one-track mind,” Taren said. “You can’t talk her out of anything, and the police do not intimidate her at all.”