not a good day

Today isn't a good day for writing, I have only limited computer access, I am feeling low, I wish there was some way out.
The camp isn't very safe, I didn't sleep there last night but people were invading all the tents including mine.

This morning one of the aggresive camp members was picking a quarrel and saying I don't contribute anything, I replied that since when did he notice anything I did? did he notice that I bring all the food I am given and share it? did he notice that I couldn't sleep at the camp or that I had been asked to look after the information stall when I wanted to go to church? or that I tidy the kitchen every time I stand there to be out of the cigarette smoke? All I notice about him is that he stands there smoking and smoking.
He is a short man, a short man who wants to take his aggresion out on someone.
sorry nothing more cheerful to say.
Last night I saw a rare bit of television, a Bishop standing up for the protesters and saying it was the church who were wrong and not the protesters, I wonder how he copes with his church's own inhumane and wrong policies on abuse and abuse victims?