Amy thought her family might not make it out alive.
Amy and her family were targeted by gangs after she made a police report. They endured multiple death threats and even one shooting. She tried to request an emergency transfer to a safer unit, but her request was rejected. She thought that she and her family were trapped until she met Open Door Legal.
Amy looked out her window:
Amy and her family had been living in Potrero public housing for three years. “It was a nightmare from the start.” They were assigned a home in a back alley, far from public view. “Every night we lived in fear of bullets and gangs. People were murdered outside my front door. People defecated on my sidewalk.” The worst part was the darkness. Six months after Amy moved in, the lights outside of her home stopped working. They never knew what or who was waiting for them outside their door.
Daytime was not much better. As her daughter learned to walk then crawl then run, Amy was afraid she would fall and land in feces or on a needle. Trash and glass littered the sidewalk. She tried to befriend the maintenance workers, but they were wary of the block. Her neighbors had forced the workers to pay them in order to clean the mess.
When she brought these complaints up to the property managers, they told her there was nothing they could do. “They said, don’t be the victim. Show yourself to the people. Stand up for yourself. Collect police reports if something happens.” So that’s what she did. She collected a whole file of police reports and stored them on top of her refrigerator.
Months passed, and the only thing that changed was her neighbors’ attitudes toward Amy. She was seen as a snitch. “They threw rocks at my window and threatened to attack my husband for [cleaning and calling the police].”
Amy and her family began to show signs of anxiety. Sometimes her daughter would scream uncontrollably or refuse to venture outside. “It was hard as her mother. I had to be strong for her and not show fear. But we were both so afraid. It’s terrible to watch someone so little, so innocent, feel that way.”
Then, one evening Amy walked outside and were confronted by their neighbor. He pulled out a gun and threatened to shoot. Amy thought – this is it. This is the end.
Her husband convinced the neighbor to let them walk away and they escaped. That night, the couple had a frank conversation about what would happen to their daughter if either or both of them were killed. “I had no hope. I thought: we’re going to die here.”
I had no hope. I thought, we’re going to die here.
The next day, the unthinkable happened. Amy heard a knock on her door. Against her better judgment, she decided to open it. Outside were three people from an organization called Open Door Legal. “I thought they were trying to sell me something, but they seemed really nice so I let them in.”
The trio was a group of volunteers from one of Open Door Legal’s outreach teams. They asked Amy about her experience living in her current housing placement and told her that an attorney might be able to help her expedite the emergency housing transfer. “In that moment, I had faith for the first time,” she remembers.
Less than a week later, Amy sat across a table from Zoe Brown, Open Door Legal’s housing attorney, at the 3rd Street office. “Zoe was so kind. She made me feel like there was someone who wanted to help me rather than take advantage of me.”
Upon hearing their story, Zoe began a six-month process to help Amy push forward their relocation case. She spent hours on the phone, at the police station, and in Amy’s home gathering evidence on the harmful ramifications of living in fear. She even visited the school to learn from her teachers about the toll it was taking on the child. Once the evidence was ready Zoe went to bat for Amy with the SFHA for another four months.
Zoe was so kind. She made me feel like there was someone who wanted to help me
rather than take advantage of me.
Then, on a foggy day in August, Zoe got the call. SFHA agreed to grant Amy’s family a transfer. “I couldn’t believe it when I heard the news; I almost didn’t want to. I called everyone – Tomás and my mom – everyone. They were relieved. I’m grateful. I’m so, so grateful.”
On November 10th, 2016, Amy carried her daughter into their new unit. She checked the windows – no bullet holes. She glanced outside and saw lampposts gleaming overhead. Then, she looked across the street and saw young families playing on a clean playground. Suddenly she realized she was crying and laughing all at once. Amy twirled her daughter around the living room and they both giggled as Mallie ran back into her arms. They were home. They were finally at home.