From today's Post-Gazette (via the Wall Street Journal), an article about how manufacturers of pre-fab homes seemed to have found their target market: recent Latino immigrants looking to get out of the apartment complex rut and into a safe, decent environment where they can own their own homes. An excerpt:
Susana Galindo was tired of the booming music, the beer-soaked
parties and the leering neighbors who used to watch her when she left
her trailer-type home for her job at a produce store. The young, single
woman from Mexico wanted out.
One day, she saw a brightly colored sign on the side of a road in
suburban Atlanta advertising a different kind of complex in a nicer
neighborhood. The sign was in Spanish, which was handy as Ms. Galindo
speaks limited English. Almost immediately, she became hooked on a
two-bedroom unit. "It's clean," she says through an interpreter.
"There're no more people hanging out, drinking."
The company offering Galindo her dream is going after others like her because, according to them:
Hispanics
tend to have reliable payment habits, are interested in maintaining
nice communities and "tend to do business by word of mouth," thus
pulling other family members and friends into the parks.
I have to question whether this is the best housing choice for a low-income immigrant family. The article says:
Residents don't own the land underneath the house, and yet unlike an
old-style trailer, it can't easily be moved to a new location. "They
have very limited prospects for building wealth if they don't control
the land, and they can easily be displaced," says George McCarthy of
the Ford Foundation, which is working to improve the financial
situation of manufactured-home owners.
Add to that inexperience with credit and loans, zero equity, uncertainty about terms and a house that will not stand the test of time, and this adds up to less than the American dream. Might these companies just be taking advantage of inexperienced first-time Latino homebuyers? Let's hope not.
I cannot help but compare what I read here to that heartwrenching scene in Upton Sinclair's the Jungle, when Jurgis, the head of an Eastern European family trying to make it in Chicago comes home only to find that the pre-fabricated home he spent his family's entire savings on no longer belonged to them. They had read the sign in their language, too. They had been encouraged by fellow immigrants as well. And they had been duped. Maybe a stretch to compare, but these sad stories sometimes repeat themselves.
That was 1906. I leave you with that old immigrant story to help us ponder the new.
Their home! Their home! They had lost it! Grief, despair, rage,
overwhelmed him – what was any imagination of the thing to this
heartbreaking, crushing reality of it – to the sight of strange people
living in his house, hanging their curtains to his windows, staring
at him with hostile eyes! It was monstrous, it was unthinkable –
they could not do it – it could not be true! Only think what he
had suffered for that house – what miseries they had all suffered
for it – the price they had paid for it!
The whole long agony came back to him. Their sacrifices in the
beginning, their three hundred dollars that they had scraped
together, all they owned in the world, all that stood between them
and starvation! And then their toil, month by month, to get together
the twelve dollars, and the interest as well, and now and then the
taxes, and the other charges, and the repairs, and what not! Why,
they had put their very souls into their payments on that house,
they had paid for it with their sweat and tears – yes, more, with their
very lifeblood.
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