Originally posted by Thomas Crowne
Really? ECK? You must have come from a really nice neighborhood.
It took me a long time to realize how lucky I had it growing up. Of course, when you grow up having everything you could want or need, that is usually
Sounds like you couldn't relate to me, as your description of the people from the ghettos and the reservations would fit me.
I have neither the time nor space (here and now) to elaborate on the diversity of my experiences. Suffice it to say, I've spent plenty of time on all
rungs of the social ladder, be it at the top, in the best of all worlds, or in a third-world country, a trailor park in the country down south, the
Navajo Indian Reservation in Arizona or the working class neighborhoods of Seattle. I've lived in the four corners of this nation and in parts in
between. I've had friends on every level of the economic spectrum and of most races common to the Americas. You would be quite surprised at how at
home I can be wherever I am. It is a mistake to make such assumptions.
Sure, my folks were wanting to send me to college, but you know what? I wasn't blind, and I knew the crap cost money.
I went to college. Blew two scholarships and a trust fund.. why? Because I was young, dumb and had lousy guidance. My dad was dead. My mom had issues
and the rest of my family (who expected me to graduate) lived on the left coast. I wasn't ready for college and wasn't interested. So, I quit, went
home and worked for awhile and realized I wanted to actually do something with my life. So, I joined the Army and off I went. To my great surprise, it
was a much better fit for that time in my life. If anything, it made me want to go to college and study, so that I could actually be an expert at
something. It all worked out well. As I learned, we are not all programmed to follow the same path.
It was kind of sad, after coming home from the war, and being very proud, I was talking to my grandmother on the phone. There was no
"Conratulations!" from her... Know what she said? If your father were alive, you never would have gone into the military!"
Sweet, huh? How
the hell did she know that? (Probly b/c my father would have demanded I finish my degree first.) At any rate, I wouldn't change a bit of it. As I've
said many times before, the Army and Desert Storm was the best political science class I ever had.
I went Army, six days after high school. Guess what? There were plenty otehr white kids as well as black kids who served. Another thing,
there haven't been an overwhelming number of blacks in my "higher learning" (You know, the universities, where people teach kids WHAT to think, IAW
the NWO agenda), but when I went to a trade school for avionics, there was. And, guess what else? We all make the same money, eat in thed same break
areas, play dominos together at break, get off at the same time and go home to the same neighborhoods.
In my helicopter unit (in the Army) there were few black people. Those who were there were top of the line intelligent (had to be to be there). Those
who were there but not in aviation-specific MOSs were cooks and supply (mostly). Our unit was mostly self-segregated (with the exception of those with
Aviation-specific MOS's). That was in the early '90's.
You make it sound like having a silver spoon shoved in an orifice is a good thing, but I disagree. I'd rather be me than ANY of the Kennedys
any day. My road is what beat character in me, and the teaching I received from real parents made sure the lessons in character life gave me stuck.
Again, you should not make these kinds of assumptions. It's a good way to wind up with egg on your face. I've had enuff character-building chapters
in my life to last me a lifetime. As I've said before, I've lived uptown and I've lived downtown.... I've seen it from all sides. I've had money
and I've been flat broke. Once you get to that point, unless you have some kind of help or catch a rare break, it's easier to fall into a cycle of
never-ending poverty than you can imagine. And then that leads a lot of people into depression, alcoholism and/or drug abuse.
My experiences have given me compassion and a whole new breadth of understanding/empathy for those who are less fortunate. I am all for accountability
and hard work, don't get me wrong... but I am far less judgemental than I once was.