Will I ever be done criticizing Dickinson, North Dakota? Yes, I see an end to this. I think that I see how everything is going to unfold, play out, and finish up in Dickinson. I never could have planned and orchestrated life making such a complete, perfect, and just full circle.
I had a home and everything that I ever wanted in Idaho. But the economy in Idaho kept getting worse and worse. If I didn’t do something, I would go broke, and lose everything that I had. I heard about the oil boom in North Dakota, so that is where I went in May of 2011.
I had never been to North Dakota, and I didn’t know anyone in North Dakota. When I got to North Dakota, I slept in my vehicle. There was no affordable place to stay. Even though I had a degree in engineering and had worked in many types of construction as an engineer, estimator, inspector, superintendent, and project manager, the North Dakota employers treated me as if I didn’t know anything, though they relied on me to do work at a much higher level than they treated me.
It has been difficult and unpleasant living in Dickinson. I have written about it. The lack of affordable housing, there being nothing to do, the shortage of women, the scarcity of attractive women, the hostility, hatred, unfriendliness, and lack of cooperation from the local people. But I will be able to quit writing about all of this soon.
There is an economic collapse that is going to happen in Dickinson, that is just now beginning. Every unkind thing that the people in Dickinson did, is going to come back on them. What they derided the out of state workers for, they will now experience fully for themselves.
In Dickinson, local people will begin to lose their jobs. Local people “who didn’t do anything wrong and don’t deserve this” will not be able to pay for their vehicles, their homes, and their necessities. The local people in Dickinson made fun of and mistreated the out of state workers who came here after losing everything, now the local people will have a chance to experience losing everything themselves.
I won’t have to write about it. The local people in Dickinson will live every day in uncertainty, with anxiety, fear, and worry. It will be difficult to pay bills, and then they won’t be able to pay bills at all. For the able-bodied, it will come to the point where they pack what they can into a vehicle and head for some place like Denver, Oklahoma City, or Salt Lake City, without enough money or barely enough money to make it there. Not knowing anyone where they are going, with no money, and no place to stay. When they are sleeping in their cars in the below freezing weather, maybe they will remember how the local people in Dickinson treated the out of state workers who came to Dickinson.
The majority of the absolutely broke local people won’t leave Dickinson because that’s just the way they are, unable and unwilling to change, adapt, or adjust. They won’t understand and refuse to understand no matter how many times the Sheriff deputy explains that they are being evicted and have to leave their home. The local people who have been evicted from their homes will be packed shoulder to shoulder in the basements of the Catholic Churches.
One of the final, final pieces of justice for the local Dickinson people who are packed shoulder to shoulder in the basements of the Catholic Churches, with one toilet, will be that the local people in Dickinson refused to build a homeless shelter. Millions and millions of dollars have been paid to Catholic Church in Dickinson through tithes, offerings, and bequests but no one wanted to build a homeless shelter. In the end, the homeless people who will suffer the most in wretched filth, stench, and squalor will be the local people.