Last week, Hatoon, the homeless lady next to the bookstore at UO, died in a car accident. I meant to report this right away as I was one of the first to find out about this (a couple of hours after she passed away), but I have been quite busy and haven't had any time to write about it. However, I'm glad that I waited as all sorts of interesting stories have been told about her these past few days. Most of these I'm sure are untrue, but it's interesting how a person can become such a legend.
My favorite of these stories is that she predicted her own death. Hatoon very obviously had a mental illness, which is why no one paid attention when she walked into the bookstore a couple of days before her death and claimed, "I know what's going on. I'm going to die." Creepy...
There was also talk that she actually was at one time one of UO's biggest contributers, before her mental illness took hold, which explains why she permitted by the administration to stay on campus.
I never realized until after she passed how much she meant to the students and faculty at UO. I never gave her much thought as I passed by her every day, but I have been told so many stories by those who have spoke with her and even lifted weights with her in the rec center (apparently she was quite strong). Even day, the bench next to the bookstore where she lived is loaded with flowers, candles, and other items paying respect to Hatoon.
I am amazed by the amount of people who spend a few minutes next to her memorial in silence. I don't know what they think about, but I know we have all talked about Hatoon at least a little over the past week and a half.
Still I am saddened that her own children seemed to completely neglect their mother. I obviously don't know their story, but I know that I couldn't leave my mother out on the street, and after hearing all the stories about Hatoon's personality, I can't imagine that she was so unbearable that they couldn't take care of her.
So would she be happier becoming a legend on campus, as she has, and being neglected by her own children, or loved and adored by her offspring and unknown to the rest of us? I don't know, but I do know she will forever be remembered on the UO campus.
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JP- thanks for writing what you did about hatoon. i graduated from the u of o last winter and am now far away in grad school. i was really sad to hear about hatoon's death. i recall a conversation i had with her one day, in which she explained to me safeway's coding system. i'm not quite sure what it all meant, but i know i really liked talking to hatoon. may she rest in peace.
Hello,
My name is Susan Solomon, and I knew Hatoon very well back in the 70's. This letter is a year late, but I just returned to Eugene for the first time in decades. Because you mentioned her children, I thought I could possibly fill you in on a bit about that. I ran the Women's Center here in Eugene in the early and mid 70's, and at that time, Hatoon, who was then known as an alcoholic, stayed there frequently. I spent months talking to her, and often went to her apartment to stay with her in the evenings. She also came to my home frequently.
Hatoon was a heavy drinker then, but it was clear she was intelligent, and could be interesting. She had attached herself to the women's community, and spent much of her time interfering with activities and parties given by individuals and groups. People tried very hard to be kind to her, but she always managed to thwart their efforts by reacting in a cruel and belligerant manner. In the center, she created problem after problem, mostly by endless manipulation, with the goal of dividing women from each other. At that time she already had many of the habits described in the articles from after her death, but in a less smooth form. She developed her habit of walking up to people and complimenting their looks because she had an angry relationship to the lesbians in town. She would go up to them and offer them lipstick, feminine clothing etc in an angry manner. Her compliments were a means to make people nervous. When she saw that I was making a difference at the Women's Center, she began to attack me personally in front of new women. She verbally attacked a dozen people a week though, so I did not take it personally. She did a lot of screaming and yelling around town in general. Ironically, I actually made a big impression on Hatoon, who admired my college background. She began to read, and learned the tactic of acting crazy, but then 'coming to' when people patronized her, so as to make them look and feel stupid. She began to dress, and speak more consciously, and made a point of copying me.
She was particularly cruel to her children. Her daughter, whom she spoke of rarely, did not live in Eugene, but her son did, and feared her greatly. She was frightening, because she was essentially such a heartless person, who was utterly unfazed by the pain of others. Instead of enjoyment or warmth toward people, she was able to feel only jealously. Her take on life was -- people better notice me, or else. She always had an apartment when I knew her, but she preferred for people to see her as homeless. I don't know what her situation was when she died, but I'd be willing to bet there were individuals somewhere who knew a lot more about how she survived than the general public. Or maybe her methods had changed by her last years.
If you Google Hatoon, you can find a blog from 'Bob', a friend of her son's, attached along with many others to the article on her death, who tells it like it really was -- how inhuman she was to her son. She threatened him, screamed at him, and made life unlivable for him. All she wanted from either child was attention, but even that had to be utter enslavement, and giving it did not stop her from her sarcastic cruelty toward him. She gave no money, physical care, clothing or food to either of them by the time I knew her, but I had heard she was marginally better when they were very young.
I see that Eugene seems to be a place that applaudes and even deifies mental illness. Coming up here from Berkeley has been a real shock. Recently a toothless man who urinates in his yard was asked to move from a cabin in my ally because he was living in squalor, throwing his trash in the ally, and constantly sponging off everyone who attempted to walk there. When they heard he was leaving, several neighbors wrote letters to the owner of his house pleading with him to let this man stay, and calling him 'an asset to the neighborhood.' After he left, I found there were no more beer bottles thrown up and down the ally, nor trash littered everywhere, especially around my back parking in the ally. I am a single woman, and he specially picked me out for all kinds of harrassment. This is a man who was considered 'colorful and interesting,' just like Hatoon. In Berkeley people like this are given real help, and places to live. They are not allowed to live on the street, where they satisfy their narcissism by becoming public figures.
I believe Hatoon was not schizophrenic, but probably manic-depressive and somewhat paranoid. I think she learned to exaggerate many of her tendencies in order to mask her essentially cruel personality. I'm sure she suffered terribly from the pangs of conscience she must have had, and I'm sorry she is considered a 'legend,' rather than someone whose behavior was at best benign, and at worst psychopathic. Thanks, Susan
Hello,
My name is Susan Solomon, and I knew Hatoon very well back in the 70's. This letter is a year late, but I just returned to Eugene for the first time in decades. Because you mentioned her children, I thought I could possibly fill you in on a bit about that. I ran the Women's Center here in Eugene in the early and mid 70's, and at that time, Hatoon, who was then known as an alcoholic, stayed there frequently. I spent months talking to her, and often went to her apartment to stay with her in the evenings. She also came to my home frequently.
Hatoon was a heavy drinker then, but it was clear she was intelligent, and could be interesting. She had attached herself to the women's community, and spent much of her time interfering with activities and parties given by individuals and groups. People tried very hard to be kind to her, but she always managed to thwart their efforts by reacting in a cruel and belligerant manner. In the center, she created problem after problem, mostly by endless manipulation, with the goal of dividing women from each other. At that time she already had many of the habits described in the articles from after her death, but in a less smooth form. She developed her habit of walking up to people and complimenting their looks because she had an angry relationship to the lesbians in town. She would go up to them and offer them lipstick, feminine clothing etc in an angry manner. Her compliments were a means to make people nervous. When she saw that I was making a difference at the Women's Center, she began to attack me personally in front of new women. She verbally attacked a dozen people a week though, so I did not take it personally. She did a lot of screaming and yelling around town in general. Ironically, I actually made a big impression on Hatoon, who admired my college background. She began to read, and learned the tactic of acting crazy, but then 'coming to' when people patronized her, so as to make them look and feel stupid. She began to dress, and speak more consciously, and made a point of copying me.
She was particularly cruel to her children. Her daughter, whom she spoke of rarely, did not live in Eugene, but her son did, and feared her greatly. She was frightening, because she was essentially such a heartless person, who was utterly unfazed by the pain of others. Instead of enjoyment or warmth toward people, she was able to feel only jealously. Her take on life was -- people better notice me, or else. She always had an apartment when I knew her, but she preferred for people to see her as homeless. I don't know what her situation was when she died, but I'd be willing to bet there were individuals somewhere who knew a lot more about how she survived than the general public. Or maybe her methods had changed by her last years.
If you Google Hatoon, you can find a blog from 'Bob', a friend of her son's, attached along with many others to the article on her death, who tells it like it really was -- how inhuman she was to her son. She threatened him, screamed at him, and made life unlivable for him. All she wanted from either child was attention, but even that had to be utter enslavement, and giving it did not stop her from her sarcastic cruelty toward him. She gave no money, physical care, clothing or food to either of them by the time I knew her, but I had heard she was marginally better when they were very young.
I see that Eugene seems to be a place that applaudes and even deifies mental illness. Coming up here from Berkeley has been a real shock. Recently a toothless man who urinates in his yard was asked to move from a cabin in my ally because he was living in squalor, throwing his trash in the ally, and constantly sponging off everyone who attempted to walk there. When they heard he was leaving, several neighbors wrote letters to the owner of his house pleading with him to let this man stay, and calling him 'an asset to the neighborhood.' After he left, I found there were no more beer bottles thrown up and down the ally, nor trash littered everywhere, especially around my back parking in the ally. I am a single woman, and he specially picked me out for all kinds of harrassment. This is a man who was considered 'colorful and interesting,' just like Hatoon. In Berkeley people like this are given real help, and places to live. They are not allowed to live on the street, where they satisfy their narcissism by becoming public figures.
I believe Hatoon was not schizophrenic, but probably manic-depressive and somewhat paranoid. I think she learned to exaggerate many of her tendencies in order to mask her essentially cruel personality. I'm sure she suffered terribly from the pangs of conscience she must have had, and I'm sorry she is considered a 'legend,' rather than someone whose behavior was at best benign, and at worst psychopathic. Thanks, Susan
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