Jamel O.
Yelp
Neighborhood credit union's are supposed to be a place that allows for banking in a specific community. They are, in an ideal world, supposed to supply access to capital and tools for those who may not otherwise have access to such capital.
My mother is mentally ill. Most days, she is fine. In fact, you might never know. So when her illness strikes, it can be unexpected and surprising. In fact, sometimes, it can be pretty intense. Other times, disaster can strike before one realizes what is occurring. Under the wrong circumstances, this can have horrific results, especially with respect to the treatment of someone you love due to fear or bullying.
I walked my mother to her bank, Lower East Side People's Federal Credit Union a couple years ago on a day that was not so go for her. She needed to get money to go shopping. I walked her up to the teller. We had discussed that she did not have an ID as she lost her wallet and because she has the illness she had, I worried that if some Police officer arrested her or she was hurt, she might not be readily identified. She assured me she had something to identify her.
So we are at the teller. My mom gives them her bank slip and the teller asks for ID. To my horror, my mother pulls out a cut out from a cereal box. It still had writing on one side. On the other side, she had taped her picture and written her information in a colored marker. I was so thrown off guard that I was silent. The teller looked at her, looked at her "ID" and then dispensed her money. She smiled. My mother smiled. She said thank you and left. Outside the bank, I asked my mother what that object she presented was. She said it was her ID. I told her it was a cereal box and not valid ID. Her response:
"It worked didn't it?"
She was right. It worked. Mostly because the people at the Lower East Side People's Federal Credit Union treated my mother with respect and dignity and understood that she is fighting bigger fights in life than those in the mainstream. They knew her and knew she was not having the best day. It was at that moment for the first time, that I appreciated community credit unions and the need for them. They can be really important to under served communities.
Now my mother has proper ID and a bank that cares.