There is more to the Downtown Eastside than meets the eye. When a family drives through the area, the mothers and fathers tell their children to lock their doors and roll up their windows. The people offering to squeegee car windows are rudely turned away, and the working women are disapprovingly stared at only from within the safety of vehicles. The average person fears to walk down Hastings St. and will avoid it at all costs. The people who live there are not seen as real people, but as nameless stereotypes. [continues 680 words]