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For the fourth weekend in a row, Mission Street and most of the nearby side streets remained fairly clear during the day.
Again, as happens nightly, once the San Francisco Police Department and Department of Public Works officers left, the east side of Mission Street near the Muni stop filled with vendors, drug users and others.
When I returned on Sunday night, two BART officers sat inside a parked SUV on the northeast plaza. As they watched, a woman packed up the items she had spread out: Bran flakes, cherry tomatoes, nonfat dry milk.
“She gets that food the same place we get it,” said Margaret, who lives nearby at the Mission Hotel and spends time on the plaza watching the scene. Where? “The food banks.”
The vendors and 100 or so people on the east side of Mission Street, where the BART officers have no authority, were unfazed by the presence of the SUV.
The officers, still sitting inside it, blared through a horn: “Take your stuff off the plaza.”
A young man selling a few electronic accessories on the plaza did not move.
The BART officers got out of the car to talk with the vendor. Again, he resisted leaving. Finally, they cuffed the vendor and began processing him for arrest. Another BART police car arrived to help.
Where the 100 or so men and women who fill the east side of Mission Street after 4 p.m. go during the day remains somewhat of a mystery.
A week ago, a group congregated on Julian Avenue near 14th Street. On Saturday, no one was there, so I walked along 14th Street and then Division Street to the Design District. That mile-long stretch had once been full of tents. On Saturday, there were none.
A few men and women hung out on Sunday on 15th Street near Wiese Street. I spoke with Destiny and Vanessa, who talked about “the shuffling of people,” and said they are trying to get into a shelter. In the meantime, said Vanessa, they “team up” to pay for a motel room.
Are you being asked if you want shelter and services?
“Yes,” said Destiny, who said she sees and talks to a lot more outreach workers.
A friend came by as we spoke and handed Destiny a pint of Ben & Jerry’s “Americone Dream,” a concoction of vanilla ice cream with fudge-covered cone bits and caramel.
“My favorite,” she said as she took off the top and began to eat it.
Destiny repeated what Santiago Lerma, the Mission Street Team leader, had told me earlier this month: that between 10:30 and 11 a.m. every weekday, there is a scramble as the team tries to get people into the available shelter beds. By 11 a.m., everything is taken, he said.
Destiny is waiting to get one of those rooms. In the meantime, she hangs out at the Gubbio Project on Julian Avenue and 15th Street to get coffee, services and some sleep.
Destiny recounted the story of her friend Erin. A police officer picked up Erin sometime in April or May for allegedly using drugs on the street. Destiny thought Erin was done for, because Erin, like many of them, she said, had an outstanding warrant for an earlier offense.
But when she later ran into Erin, she discovered that the officer had made a call on her friend’s behalf, and got her into 711 Post St, a single-room occupancy hotel that Destiny would like to end up in as well.
“I feel like I’m getting close” to getting a room there, she said. I saw Destiny again later in the evening on the east side of Mission Street. I had just missed Erin, she said.

































Great reporting.Here in Santa Fe.Thank you.Raised in the City.Mom from RoyNM She moved to S.F.in 1952.She worked For the Dean Whitter family.Went to NM Highlands in 1977.Just retired I might move back to the City.
Good to see them referring people to SROs.
Remember, don’t do drugs alone. Call a friend.
Another day of Jackie Fielder doing absolutely nothing when 100 junkies take over the public commons in her neighborhood.
Not her neighborhood, just part of her district, that’s why.
I wish Jackie would protect and prioritize the kids and seniors that live at 16 and mission. The madness is terrible for kids to see, experience.