Friday, November 27, 2015

Need to correct a post

A few days ago, I posted that the working whites carried the country on their shoulders.  I apologize for that.  It is the working taxpayer and there are a lot of Hispanic citizens, black citizens that work and pay taxes and just scrape by.  And many are a part of the working poor.  Many are just making it, just like the poor whites.  Poor comes in all colors.  Poverty makes no race distinctions.  And I do know a lot of these people.  They are not the ones rioting.  They are not the ones demanding rights for illegals.  They are just trying to survive, to get their children raised and hope against hope that their children can have a better life than they have.  When they get sick, they don't go to the doctors.  They don't have the money.  They don't get dental care.  Their kids come first and they get that dental care for their kids.  They don't buy new clothes for themselves.  They buy their clothes at thrift shops.  And they work whatever jobs they can get and worry that they won't be able to keep a roof over their kids' heads and feed them.  And many live in deplorable conditions, but they keep their heads down and just plug away.  These people are the backbone of the country.  They are the ones who keep things going.  And yet, politicians cannot even see them.  It is very sad.  And they have pride and will not even apply for government assistance.  Many would not qualify because the bar is so low on income that as little as they make, it is too much for any aid for them. 

When I was working at the post office, I knew an older woman who got $257 a month on Social Security.  She qualified for $10 in food stamps.  She lived in the country and  her neighbor charged her $5 to bring her into town to the post office to get that $10 in food stamps.  Another clerk and I took turns going to get her on our lunch breaks and bringing her into town to get those food stamps.  And we would take her on weekends to get her groceries and many times supplemented her purchases.  This was a small town, mixed races and a lot of very poor people.  But they made it work.  I have tremendous respect for the working poor, no matter the ethnic origin nor the color of their skin.  We all bleed red. 

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