Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed and well-fed.
==Herman Melville (1819-1892)
My circle of friends are mostly white, college-educated, middle-class people who call ourselves liberals.
Liberals are supposed to be the ones who make excuses for the short-comings of minorities and poor people, but this isn’t true of my friends.
Instead, whenever the conversation gets around to social problems, the consensus is that poverty is bad and racial discrimination is bad, but “lack of personal responsibility” is a big thing, too. Bill Cosby’s name comes up a lot.
I’m uncomfortable with these conversations because, on the one hand, there’s a certain amount of truth in what’s being said, and, on the other hand, I don’t think I have standing to make harsh moral judgments about people who face difficulties so much worse than anything I ever did.
There are people who are completely messed up—unable to hold a steady job, uninterested in marriage and family responsibilities—who wouldn’t be able to make it in the best of societies.
On the other hand, the few poor people I know aren’t like that. They are people who are struggling bravely against great odds.
There’s one young black man I know. He was convicted as a teenager for robbing a drug dealer. For that one mistake, he basically has no future, even though he is hard-working, intelligent and well-mannered.
On the other hand, I have a distant relative by marriage, a middle-aged white man who was in trouble all through his teenage years, smoking dope and getting into trouble, and constantly being bailed out by his father. He turned himself around, and is now a responsible adult with a good job.
It is fine with me that he got all these second chances. But if his father had been poor, or black, or both, he wouldn’t have gotten them.
And then there are the young black men who, after each big snowstorm, come walking down the middle of my street with snow shovels across their shoulders, asking if I need my driveway shoveled out. I usually hire them even when I don’t strictly need it.
They’re all polite and hard-working. Maybe these qualities will be enough to raise themselves into the middle class. But if the number of people with middle class incomes continues to shrink, the only way they’ll be able to do it is by bumping somebody else out of the middle class.