In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A social worker had a degree or two in social work and was qualified to work with the poor. A caseworker usually had a degree but not in social work. And a caseworker usually had too many clients to have time to do social work even if he or she had a social work degree and knew how to apply it.
To be hired by Cook County Department of Public Aid as a caseworker in 1962, all one had to have was a degree in anything and the ability to pass a test. I passed the test and was assigned as a novice caseworker to Cabrini-Green, perhaps the “toughest' housing project in Chicago at that time. I was assigned to two high-rise buildings with 458 families. I remember their addresses as clearly today as the address of my childhood home. Some things one always remembers.
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I just finished reading Carolyn Ferrell's 1994 short story Proper Library, the action taking place in a Bronx twin of Cabrini Green. It was hard to read. Yes, let us hope that things are a touch better today.
In some ways, things are better but in many ways worse. In 1962, at least in Chicago, there was still the JFK hope that so many had- black and white- whether it was realistic or not. I don't sense that communal hope today. In St. Louis, blacks are killing blacks on almost a daily basis but only recently has the black community organized to try to do something about it. Although I am white as a sheet and probably not qualified to judge for that reason, I don't know what good black people can do to disarm black people with guns who shoot both good and bad black people. Al Sharpton comes to St. Louis only when a white cop shoots a black. Sometime even Jesse Jackson still shows up. I would hate to be a caseworker today.