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I don't know why people seem to forget about poor neighborhoods with crappily funded and ran public education... if as you say, education is the real means for upward mobility in this country, then it seems to me that if we want to claim that is a universal opportunity, then those schools need to have the resources to help students succeed at that level. And they don't. And even if they do, then what happens socioeconomically around the schools, at home, is a big issue.
However, I've seen first hand how parents ruin their children in a cycle of poverty, and I personally know how difficult it is to break through. I didn't technically finish high school because family drama left me living on the street, literally sleeping under a bridge. Being 16/17, technically a minor, with no mailing address, no phone number, no home, nowhere to bathe, nowhere to keep clothing for interviews/work, makes getting a job extremely difficult, let alone keeping one, and then getting the resources to have a place to live like first months/last months.
Even going back home to a rural town, going to community college was a struggle. Just getting there. Only 2 buses a day, 6 am and 6 pm. Makes school and part time job pretty tough. Eventually I got a car. I got gastritis because all I was doing was smoking a half pack a day of cigarettes and a $1.60 a day Mountain Dew, and one paltry dinner from food stamps/church food box in the evening. Keeping in mind that the half pack of cigarettes daily was cheaper than the amount of food I would have eaten otherwise (I learned this when I got more loans and more food... I was able to quit smoking. But it was at the cost of buying and eating more food). All so I could afford gas and insurance.
Ever slept under a bridge? Ever been in a situation of forced prostitution? Did you do all these things and get your coveted MD? If the answer is no, I don't really want to hear all y'alls little theories on how easy it is to come up in the US education-wise, or how the adversities I overcame were somehow my fault. Heck, most of it wasn't my parents' fault either.
I only made it where I am, because my parents valued education, they got stuck in the cycle of poverty but that wasn't where they came from. (I can write a separate rant about what it's like for kids whose families come from poverty, aren't educated, aren't in a place to foster that in their kids, help them with homework or extracurriculars, or even see to it that their kids are fed). The rural town where I lived had a poor part, and a rich part. The school district was good as a result of the nearby rich's tax dollars. I had gov't health insurance to treat my anemia from malnutrition, gov't peanut butter and beans in boxes, food stamps, and federal funds-supported financial aid, and need-based scholarships, and HUD housing. There was no coming up without these things.
As far as how it's so much better to be poor in the US, yes and no. For one, this isn't the Suffering Olympics. I don't care how "rich" anyone is compared to anyone, being so poor that you're basically hungry every minute of every day and trying to do Calculus and then manual labor to eat what little you do eat, is hard and it is depressing. There were times where I wanted to quit. And I don't mean quit so I could "retire" to the life of the working poor. It's fundamentally depressing. It's great that I didn't have to worry about waterborne illness on top of it all like you do in other countries, sure. But when I saw how the poor live in South America, you know what, it's not that different here in a lot of ways. Mostly, our infrastructure is better (housing codes, etc). We don't have dirt floors and Chagas isn't a concern. But hunger is, all the same.
Before we say how weak it is to feel poverty in the US drag you down like that, I recommend Tracy Kidder's book, Strength in What Remains. True story of Deo, a refugee from Burundi who was escaping the genocide there. Guess what, they were pretty freaking poor there, living in dirt floor huts and struggling for food and water. And he saw his own relatives and neighbors hacked into body parts by machetes, laying in the gutter. He came to the US, and he was dirt poor here. And I'll never forget how he says that being poor in America was actually worse than being poor in Africa. Specifically because you're surrounded by wealth, we're not "all in this together," and people treat you like it's your personal moral failing that you're poor. And what he learned about racial inequality. Now this guy eventually became a physician. He was taken in by a well-to-do family. I don't really see that happening for the majority of our poor or minorities.
I'm tired of hearing from people who never suffered poverty on this scale, telling any of the rest of us who have actually experienced the cycle of poverty, hunger, or racial inequality, either how these things don't exist, or how it's possible to rise above by pulling on your own bootstraps and without a helping hand - and if you think that you can remove gov't hands and that community ones will just reach out, you're seriously deluded about the generosity of your fellow man. I'd like to see you take in a refugee or some foster kids first.
And the tales of immigrants who come here and their kids do well - in those tales is always extreme poverty and supportive parents. We all tell ourselves that the extreme poverty they experience is OK, because, well, they got to come here and it's better than where they came from. Like somehow that isn't still a tale of racial inequality, or that it makes hunger in this country less than ridiculous for immigrant or non-immigrant alike. Nevermind as well that immigrant parents have a self-selection for certain attributes that you might not find in our native poor. These stories often have the benefit of a certain wealth - supportive parents. And guess what, that isn't a virtue a child gets to choose, and it's one that's lacking for many here.
Then trotting out people who suffer in these ways, don't complain, well, great, I guess. I know people who have been sexually abused by family members that don't complain or find much fault in the transgressors. I guess that's a virtue to not complain, depending on who you are and your perspective. You'll have to forgive the rest of us that take issue.
I could write a few more pages on the topic of the poor or immigrants who come up and then wonder what everyone else has to complain about.
Plus, it's great if you think education means you should have more. But I know plenty of hard-working people who don't seem cut out for college. I don't think anyone working full time should be worried how they're going to eat.
However, I've seen first hand how parents ruin their children in a cycle of poverty, and I personally know how difficult it is to break through. I didn't technically finish high school because family drama left me living on the street, literally sleeping under a bridge. Being 16/17, technically a minor, with no mailing address, no phone number, no home, nowhere to bathe, nowhere to keep clothing for interviews/work, makes getting a job extremely difficult, let alone keeping one, and then getting the resources to have a place to live like first months/last months.
Even going back home to a rural town, going to community college was a struggle. Just getting there. Only 2 buses a day, 6 am and 6 pm. Makes school and part time job pretty tough. Eventually I got a car. I got gastritis because all I was doing was smoking a half pack a day of cigarettes and a $1.60 a day Mountain Dew, and one paltry dinner from food stamps/church food box in the evening. Keeping in mind that the half pack of cigarettes daily was cheaper than the amount of food I would have eaten otherwise (I learned this when I got more loans and more food... I was able to quit smoking. But it was at the cost of buying and eating more food). All so I could afford gas and insurance.
Ever slept under a bridge? Ever been in a situation of forced prostitution? Did you do all these things and get your coveted MD? If the answer is no, I don't really want to hear all y'alls little theories on how easy it is to come up in the US education-wise, or how the adversities I overcame were somehow my fault. Heck, most of it wasn't my parents' fault either.
I only made it where I am, because my parents valued education, they got stuck in the cycle of poverty but that wasn't where they came from. (I can write a separate rant about what it's like for kids whose families come from poverty, aren't educated, aren't in a place to foster that in their kids, help them with homework or extracurriculars, or even see to it that their kids are fed). The rural town where I lived had a poor part, and a rich part. The school district was good as a result of the nearby rich's tax dollars. I had gov't health insurance to treat my anemia from malnutrition, gov't peanut butter and beans in boxes, food stamps, and federal funds-supported financial aid, and need-based scholarships, and HUD housing. There was no coming up without these things.
As far as how it's so much better to be poor in the US, yes and no. For one, this isn't the Suffering Olympics. I don't care how "rich" anyone is compared to anyone, being so poor that you're basically hungry every minute of every day and trying to do Calculus and then manual labor to eat what little you do eat, is hard and it is depressing. There were times where I wanted to quit. And I don't mean quit so I could "retire" to the life of the working poor. It's fundamentally depressing. It's great that I didn't have to worry about waterborne illness on top of it all like you do in other countries, sure. But when I saw how the poor live in South America, you know what, it's not that different here in a lot of ways. Mostly, our infrastructure is better (housing codes, etc). We don't have dirt floors and Chagas isn't a concern. But hunger is, all the same.
Before we say how weak it is to feel poverty in the US drag you down like that, I recommend Tracy Kidder's book, Strength in What Remains. True story of Deo, a refugee from Burundi who was escaping the genocide there. Guess what, they were pretty freaking poor there, living in dirt floor huts and struggling for food and water. And he saw his own relatives and neighbors hacked into body parts by machetes, laying in the gutter. He came to the US, and he was dirt poor here. And I'll never forget how he says that being poor in America was actually worse than being poor in Africa. Specifically because you're surrounded by wealth, we're not "all in this together," and people treat you like it's your personal moral failing that you're poor. And what he learned about racial inequality. Now this guy eventually became a physician. He was taken in by a well-to-do family. I don't really see that happening for the majority of our poor or minorities.
I'm tired of hearing from people who never suffered poverty on this scale, telling any of the rest of us who have actually experienced the cycle of poverty, hunger, or racial inequality, either how these things don't exist, or how it's possible to rise above by pulling on your own bootstraps and without a helping hand - and if you think that you can remove gov't hands and that community ones will just reach out, you're seriously deluded about the generosity of your fellow man. I'd like to see you take in a refugee or some foster kids first.
And the tales of immigrants who come here and their kids do well - in those tales is always extreme poverty and supportive parents. We all tell ourselves that the extreme poverty they experience is OK, because, well, they got to come here and it's better than where they came from. Like somehow that isn't still a tale of racial inequality, or that it makes hunger in this country less than ridiculous for immigrant or non-immigrant alike. Nevermind as well that immigrant parents have a self-selection for certain attributes that you might not find in our native poor. These stories often have the benefit of a certain wealth - supportive parents. And guess what, that isn't a virtue a child gets to choose, and it's one that's lacking for many here.
Then trotting out people who suffer in these ways, don't complain, well, great, I guess. I know people who have been sexually abused by family members that don't complain or find much fault in the transgressors. I guess that's a virtue to not complain, depending on who you are and your perspective. You'll have to forgive the rest of us that take issue.
I could write a few more pages on the topic of the poor or immigrants who come up and then wonder what everyone else has to complain about.
Plus, it's great if you think education means you should have more. But I know plenty of hard-working people who don't seem cut out for college. I don't think anyone working full time should be worried how they're going to eat.