Friday, July 28, 2006
Poor people choose to live in ghettos
Newsflash: This just in... Poor people choose to be poor...
Apparently, when I was just a twinkle in God's eye, I said, "Please send me to a poor family so that I can stand in line at the project's main office with other poor people to fill a little red wagon with my yearly allotment of "government cheese" and peanut butter." In a genie-like fashion He apparently said, "Yes." And that is why I grew up poor. Not because my grandparents only received middle school educations growing up during the early 1900's in the south. Not because my mother was educated in a definitely separated but nowhere near equal school system. Not because the good ole (white) boys system in my central Texas school district excluded students at the all black school on the poor side of town from the gifted and talented program. No, I just wished to grow up poor.
Now I'm not saying that these things cannot be overcome. I think I have been able to a large extent. But you can't ignore how far behind those who did not face such problems this put me. So, new rule: If you don't know what you are talking about, then shut the fuck up.
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