I write a lot of stuff that I never submit to the Smyrna AM, and never even show others, but in this time of economic turmoil I wrote this weekend a small piece I want to share with you.
The whole system is collapsing and the wolves are at the door. Why? Poor people of course. Those ignorant people who took out loans to buy houses that they could barely afford and now that the interest rate is up and the economy is down their bad choices have ruined the country.Just something to think about.
In the papers, in comments, and on the TV I hear over and over that it all started with bad loans to people who could not afford it. They’re right and damnably wrong in the same breath. How amazing is that?
You don’t know poor unless you grew up with no doctor. Poor is getting your shots at the local health clinic after taking two buses there and waiting an hour, the repeating it in reverse to get home while being dragged behind your mom.
Poor is living several years in the projects of Kentucky and remembering the boxes. The boxes of food from your mom’s church that comes extra big during the holidays, and normal during the rest of the time. Boxes of clothing donated by someone who’s kid just grew too big for them…”but it might fit your kids”.
I never understood why mom got so mad when I was young and absent mindedly lost my jackets. It’s just a jacket to a kid, but an extra expense to a lone mom. I know that now and wish I knew that then. Kids normally never really think they’re poor if there is food.
Poor is when you hope and dream of owning your own house and one day you hear about the programs, those HUD (housing and urban development) programs to get low income people to purchase housing.
Poor is buying a house and living the dream because the government might have helped you and that means it must be alright…right?
Then a rate is changed by the Federal Reserve, or the economy turns and that house that was a dream become another stone around your neck. You see the cost go up and up, and you hear the people screaming about those damned evil poor people who purchased houses they could not afford destroying the economy and you wonder how your dream could go away so fast.
Then the clock starts, you get the paperwork telling you that you need to move and those old feelings come back. Where do I live, where do I move, and why did it go bad so fast?
You never knew you were so powerful, a member of a movement so strong as to bring down a whole market and ruin the economy of the worlds greatest super power. Maybe that poor person even laughed at their “power” as they shoved their kid’s toys into the empty cardboard box they picked up from behind the liquor store…the one not in Smyrna thank God.
I’m rather tired of people sitting down and laying the blame of the world on the ones who bought into a dream they could not afford. Unless you’ve lived at the bottom and found the only place to look is up, then don’t you dare look down in judgment on them. Maybe many did over reach when trying to grab the dream…but to give them the power to pull down a whole economy is foolish in the extreme.