Today's case of irony overload: a motel called the White House where 4/5 of guests are long-term residents who can't afford any other housing.
Again we see the same stories. Families that can't afford even an apartment. A woman who makes too much for Section 8, but can't get a regular apartment because of bad credit due to ovarian cancer.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3413-2005Feb6.htmlThere are no rose gardens at the White House Motel.
Not anymore, at least, since Interstate 95 was built and the tourists who used to stop for crab cakes found a more direct route north and south. But the motel still stands, hugging Route 301 near ramshackle vegetable stands in the swampy oak forests of Southern Maryland.
Near the end of the road, just before the bridge to Virginia, the White House rises up to catch those with nowhere left to go.
Overnight guests occupy just 10 of the 45 rooms. The rest are filled by the working poor, long-term residents who pay $175 a week and stay for months, sometimes years. On weekday mornings, school buses rumble into the parking lot, which is pointed out from the highway by a dented arrow, to pick up nearly two dozen children.