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Over at ADeeperStory.com, Suzannah recently wrote about her experience as one of the much-maligned 47%. She was actually born into the middle class and is college-educated. But her husband works with a ministry which gave them secure housing but a very low salary, and for her part she couldn’t find a Real Job (TM) after finishing college. She couldn’t find a job at all that would allow her to afford child care after she became pregnant. All of which explains how she did everything right, came from what people in my social circle would call the right kind of upbringing, obviously has a strong work ethic – and yet was still stuck raising her kids on the horrors of government cheese.


The whole thing is touching, and I recommend reading it. One section in particular affected me strongly, perhaps because I worked as a supermarket cashier in high school, and perhaps because I’ve had to wait behind people using those checks in my neighborhood. It’s long, so I hope you’ll excuse me for sharing it in its entirety.




As it turned out, government cheese is Helluva Good. We ate it for four and half years, and I really did see it as part of God’s provision for our family. Uncle Sam’s chick peas floated us through the lean seasons, which lasted from autumn until tax time.


Sitting on the other side of the desk to turn over our pay stubs was humbling, like nearly every check-out experience at the grocery store.


“MANAGEMENT TO REGISTER FOUR FOR A PROBLEM WITH A WIC CHECK. PROBLEM WITH A WIC CHECK, REGISTER FOUR.”


I learned to shop the out-of-town supermarket, to not dress Too Nice, and to divide my groceries meticulously, with a babe in the sling and a toddler in the cart.


First check & transaction: milk, juice


Second check & transaction: cereal, peanut butter, cheese, bread


Third/(Fourth) check & transaction(s): produce. Make it match $6 (or less); any overage requires a fourth transaction independent of the final one.


Final transaction: our own groceries. More fruits and veggies, turkey for sandwiches, cheese or possibly fish from deli clearance, pasta, almonds [too much?], ice cream [it's on sale], frozen pizza [I have a coupon]. I smile apologetically at the customers behind me, wondering if they’re frustrated at the length of this process, or is their disdain toward My Kind in general?


As a cashier, I have to admit I hated those WIC check-outs. Not the people; even then I knew that the people didn’t deserve my frustration. But the checkouts themselves were complicated. And time-consuming. And, inevitably, I’d muck it up and have to call the manager over and then face the wrath of the other people in my line when they got to me, which (since I’d messed up the complicated transaction at the end of three hours on my feet) would seem like my fault.


Now I live in a neighborhood that’s very heavily Catholic and hispanic, but also low income. That means there are a lot of large families with one or both parents working, but where there just isn’t enough paycheck to go around. So EBT and WIC isn’t so uncommon, and when that happens I try to be nice about it. If a minute or two more standing in line spares the customer and the cashier that anxiety, it’s a small price to pay for the privilege of not having to rely on them. But it really seem to be a hard thing to do in our culture.


The idea that this person may be trying her best to provide nutritious food for her kids, may not be doing anything wrong other than being in the inevitable lower portion of the economic ladder and that there simply aren’t jobs that enable her to meet all of her needs even when she lives right – that idea is hard to swallow. I think because it condemns me more than it condemns her. Because I benefit from the cheap prices and convenience made possible through those unjust wages. And the fact that she needs those special checks for her government cheese is a reminder to me that, while I struggle and work hard for my money, I’m also lucky. I don’t deserve everything I have. That’s scary.


So I’m not perfect here, far from it. But I try to do better than I have in the past. I try to be empathetic and patient and let the people using their food stamps and WIC checks to buy their food without feeling judged. I don’t always manage it, but stories like this convict me of how important it is to try.


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This whole story reminded me of a post I read back in 2011: “The Ph.D. Now Comes with Food Stamps.” This refers to a growing class of college teachers called adjuncts, a group I was only vaguely aware of as an undergraduate, so perhaps it’s worth a bit of explanation.


Growing up, I thought of a college instructor as someone who worked full-time at a particular college teaching and evaluating students, and working with them to develop their skills through some mysterious thing called “office hours.” Over the years I realized professors did more than just teach (they helped make policy decisions for their university, and did their own research, but pretty much until I got to grad school I still thought of them as a community of professional scholars. The community part meant that they were part of something that included me but that would go on after I left (there was an air of permanence), and the professional bit meant that they earned enough money that they could focus on helping me, rather than being worried about subsistence things like how they were going to feed their kids. I imagined men and women carefully ensconced in the middle-class, with stable, flourishing lives outside of the classroom, who were committed to me and my school.


It turns out that there are actually four kinds of college instructors, and this really only describes one of them. Specifically, there are:



  1. tenure-track professors: folks paid a full-time salary + benefits, with the expectation they’ll be around for the long term. They are expected to both teach and do academic research (and contribute to the school), and are generally supported in both goals.

  2. visiting professors/lecturers/post-docs: again they are paid a full-time salary + benefits, but they’re only signed for a year or two contract. Sometimes there’s a research expectation; usually they’re strictly teachers, with a higher course load. They usually don’t have any say in school policies.

  3. adjuncts: instructors paid a flat fee to teach a single course, with no benefits and no expectations or support of anything beyond that course.

  4. teaching fellows: grad students who teach introductory courses in addition to their studies, and receives a scholarship + living stipend in return


When I always thought of professors, the kind you see on TV, I definitely had tenure-track profs in mind, but really I can see roles for all of these folks. For instance, if a professor needs to step down for a year or two, for health reasons or because her research means she needs to spend time in another country or whatever, a visiting professor might be the way to go. They’re also useful if the institution has something that other non-faculty would benefit from, like a particular library archive or research facility, or simply the opportunity to work with another expert in your field. (As a medievalist, I can imagine wanting to work at Oxford for a year or two and then taking what I’ve learned back to State U.) And adjunct contracts really do make sense when they bring in people from outside academia. I mean, who wouldn’t want to take a course in (say) gender roles and modern fantasy novels taught by Ellen Kushner? (Also: where do I sign up?) Or a course on journalism taught by Nicholas Kristoff? Even without the star power, I know I benefited from taking CS courses with working IT professionals. And TF’s get a valuable practical education, often including some sort of training wheels (classroom observation, having to get syllabi pre-approved, extra support in dealing with trouble situations, etc.) There’s nothing wrong with these jobs per se, and academia is definitely the better for having adjuncts and TFs and visiting profs be a part of it.


The problem is one of these roles is being abused, and in a big way. Do the math. The Adjunct Project compares fees for teaching a single adjunct class. Setting aside disciplines like CS and journalism and psychology, where adjuncts are often working professionals, and setting aside Ivy league schools that tend to get established professors teaching a single course with them, most adjuncts make between $2,000 and $5,000 per course. This varies a lot with geography and institution although interestingly, it doesn’t vary nearly so much with the subject – at a given school, people teaching courses politicians usually point to as being useless, like history and anthropology and philosophy, are paid at rates similar to what you see in education, accounting, social work, allied health, and other very practical fields. If I was working as a visiting professor I’d be expected to teach three courses for two semesters. Teaching that amount as an adjunct I could make anywhere from $12,000 to $30,000 a year, before taxes and with no benefits. Visiting professors tend to earn $40,000-$50,000 a year, and full professors earn between $60k-$100k, depending on their field, point in their career, and the kind of institution where they teach. If I was a university administrator and had to choose between replacing a retiring professor with a new hire and finding adjuncts to teach the courses, looking at this strictly from a financial perspective, it’s not hard to see which choice makes sense.


On some level, academics have no one but themselves to blame for this. We see the attacks made on the humanities on the news even before we go into grad school. And we do this for the most part because we love the field and love teaching. But we are also highly-skilled professionals who are entering the job market late (it’s rare to get a Ph.D. before you’re thirty), often with substantial student loan debts. And I could get by on the high end of the adjunct salary range even in New York City. I couldn’t raise a child, and I couldn’t do it if I was carrying a large student loan debt (I have a little but really not very much thanks to parental help, scholarships and fellowships, and in-state tuition). And $5,000 a course is really pretty rare; I’d be hard-pressed to find a position paying more than 3k, which means I’d be getting by on $18,000 before taxes and with no benefits. That’s a really hard nut to crack as you get older and need to start saving, getting the longterm health problems that come with age.


This hurts students because the only “solution” is to teach more and more courses, meaning you have less time to devote to each one. You also can’t risk student displeasure because that means possibly not being offered courses to teach the next semester. So the adjunct problem is not just an injustice to the adjuncts, it does a real disservice to students. I know, it’s hard to talk about fairness when the free market economy mindset we Americans are raised on says a service is only worth what someone will pay for it. Still, it’s hard to look at this system and not come to two conclusions: first, that academics are in demand (otherwise they would not be hired to teach the courses); and second, that a scandalously small proportion of students’ tuition is actually going to pay the people charged with educating them.


I have my own theories about the causes of this situation, but I have to run to counseling and don’t have time to go into all that now. Maybe in another post. I will say that it’s not all about administrators too focused on the bottom line or academics who didn’t plan things out as well as they should, though I think both are a part of the problem. But my main point in going into this was to say that, just like with the story I opened with, the Ph.D. on food stamps is not stupid or a bad person or lazy. She may be all those things, or she may not be. The real problem, I think, comes from a broken system and a lack of whatever would let these very smart, very highly-trained, and very much needed professionals earn a wage that would enable them to live adult, American-dream type lives. As such, the permanent full-time adjunct is part of a much more systemic problem, where even people who are smart and work hard simply aren’t paid enough to survive on their wages alone.


If this is the new normal, inside and outside of academia, we need to start thinking about people on public assistance in a different way. The “welfare queen” was never more than a political card, but it’s really inaccurate for a lot of folks on welfare. And this hurts them. One story at the Chronicle piece really gets this point across:


Kisha Hawkins-Sledge, who is 35 and a black single mother of 3-year-old twin boys, earned her master’s degree in English last August. She began teaching part-time at Prairie State College, Moraine Valley Community College, and Richard J. Daley College of the City Colleges of Chicago while in graduate school, and says she made enough money to live on until she had children. She lives in Lansing, Ill.


“My household went from one to three. My income was not enough, and so I had to apply for assistance,” she says. She now receives food stamps, WIC, Medicaid, and child-care assistance.


Like Ms. Bruninga-Matteau and Mr. Stegall, Ms. Hawkins-Sledge says she had preconceived notions about people on government assistance before she herself began receiving aid. “I went to school. I went to grad school,” she says. “I thought that welfare was for people who didn’t go to school and couldn’t get a good job.”


Ms. Hawkins-Sledge says she grew up watching her mother work hard and put herself through college and graduate school. “My mom defied the stereotype and here I am in graduate school trying to do the same,” she says. And she, too, has worked hard not to become the cultural stereotype of the black welfare queen.


“My name is Kisha. You hear that name and you think black girl, big hoop earrings, on welfare, three or four babies’ daddies,” she says. “I had to work against my color, my flesh, and my name alone. I went to school to get all these degrees to prove to the rest of the world that I’m not lazy and I’m not on welfare. But there I was and I asked myself, ‘What’s the point? I’m here anyway.’”


I have no solutions for the broader problems. I know for myself, I’m working hard to develop not just my teaching and researching skills but also line myself up for a non-teaching career if I can’t get a decent job doing the work I’m trained for and love. But even in the absence of solutions, these still seem like stories worth hearing and thinking about.




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Spoiler Warnings: A few references to passing comments from books two + three are scattered throughout. No major plot spoilers. One more substantive (but still fairly minor) spoiler for "Catching Fire" is included under a spoiler cut.

I want to get back to blogging about the Hunger Games. If you remember, a few days back I told the story of Katniss, Peeta and the bread. In that post I limited myself to telling the story, because it's great fn just to read through it and enjoy it without necessarily looking for deeper themes. But deeper themes are there if you're looking for them.

I think it holds the key to Katniss's character in a powerful way: that, unlike so many of the characters in the book, she's still able to hope on some level. I also think it's deeply relevant that this hope has been extinguished, or at least pushed so far down that she can't quite get hold of it, and that it's an act of kindness by a stranger that wakes her up again. I think this is part and parcel with Plutarch's later comment that the people of Twelve still have a spark of spontaneity that other districts lack. Because the capitol has been less onerous with Twelve than you see in other places, they are a little less protective of what they have, a little more willing to risk it. There's an element of hope woven through their lives that you don't necessarily see in the other districts.

So Katniss's hope Is in a certain sense tied to Peeta's generosity. But that's Peeta. It's Peeta's mum that I really want to talk about. You'll recall that Katniss was looking through her trash-cans, looking for something edible that had been thrown out. Peeta's mum tries to drive her off, mumbling something about how the Seam kids are always pawing through their rubbish. Then when faced with ruined bread, she doesn't consider giving it to Katniss or even donatingit to some kind of food bank (is there even such a thing?). She just tells Peeta to throw it to the pigs.

The first time I read this, I was disgusted with her. It didn't help that she hit Peeta. But on rereading I found myself trying to work out just why she and Peeta reacted the ways they did. I have two theories.

The first: Peeta's dad almost married Katniss's mum. Here's how Peeta remembers the first time he meets Katniss:

"Oh, let's see. I guess the first day of school. We were five. You had on a red plaid dress and your hair ... it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out when we were waiting to line up," Peeta says.

"Your father? Why?" I ask.

"He said, 'See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner,'" Peeta says.

"What? You're making that up!" I exclaim.

"No, true story," Peeta says. "And I said, 'A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?' And he said, 'Because when he sings ... even the birds stop to listen.'"

"That's true. They do. I mean, they did," I say. I'm stunned and surprisingly moved, thinking of the baker telling this to Peeta. It strikes me that my own reluctance to sing, my own dismissal of music might not really be that I think it's a waste of time. It might be because it reminds me too much of my father.


Try flipping that dialogue the other way. Katniss's mum is a town girl, one of the privileged few. Peeta's dad – also (I'm assuming) – a child of privilege loves her. Katniss's mum makes a choice that condemns her to a much harder life, pulled by a whim. And Peeta's dad obviously still loves her in his own way. His wife must have picked up on that. And while there's never any indication that Peeta's dad ever cheated on her or anything, I think the realization that someone in her position (or her children) could so easily be swept out of privilege would get to her. Make her insecure and brittle, and mean that she'd be too scared to give something up if it didn't benefit her. When your world feels unsafe, generosity seems too extravagant.

The other possibility is less forgiving of her – and more damning of our real world, too. But I think it's a big part of the puzzle. Namely: Peeta's mum has a certain degree of privilege. The Capitol can still "reap" her children, and by any reasonable metric even the townspeople are impoverished. (Peeta at one point mentions that they only got to eat the food that was burnt it couldn't be sold.) She and her family are still subject to the severe and often arbitrary laws that characterize life in the districts.

But she's also not having to go hungry, and her sons aren't having to go hungry. By district standards, she's probably pretty rich. And she's got to realize how arbitrary that privilege is. She's living in a world with (a) a lot of income inequality, and (b) no real opportunity to move up the social ladder, for either her or those children of the Seam. It reminds me palpably of stories I've heard recently, including one in particular from a Leonard Pitts editorial. He wrote of a woman he met at the DNC convention:

Sharkara Peters is a 35-year-old single mother of two. She works 34 hours a week at a fast food restaurant. A few months back, she was hospitalized with a blood clot in her lung. Then, one of her daughters needed surgery. As a result, Peters lost about three weeks of work, and could not muster her $335 monthly rent. When I met her last month while in Charlotte reporting on poverty on the eve of the Democratic National Convention, she was facing eviction.

I asked Peters what President Obama should do for people in her economic situation and she answered without hesitation. Obama, she said, needs to do something about girls on welfare that just sit up and have baby after baby and never try to better themselves.


Like Sharkara, Peeta's mum has some degree of security. Sharkara has a job and an apartment and somehow can even afford healthcare. (How she does this on less than full time at a fast food restaurant, I won't hazard a guess.) But both Peeta's mum and Sharkara realize that their world is tenuous. You can't live your life thinking the world might sweep it away from you. So what do you do? You convince yourself that those other people are moochers. That they're takers. That they are grubbing through your trash, not because they're so hungry and freezing they can't even risk bending down to pick up Prim's babyclothes, but because they're lazy. The ungrateful wretches. Just sitting around having baby after baby and never try to better themselves? Sub in "pick up their monthly tesserae" for "have baby after baby" and I can easily see Peeta's mum buying into something like that.

In this moment, I don't think Peeta's mum sees Katniss as a human – certainly not as a human worthy of help. If anything, people like Katniss are a reminder of the depths she and her family could fall. The fact that Katniss's dad has now died so Katniss's mum is really stranded in her poverty and doesn't even have her mate to sustain her? On some level, that future has to terrify all of the district's "elite." (Demographics aren't helpful here. Think about it. Peeta has three brothers, and there's no room for commerce to grow so each of them could support families. The only mobility available is downward.) The only way not to be eaten up by that uncertainty is to convince yourself you really are better than such people. Better to throw the burned bread to the pig than to the Seam girl. A fattened pig will help her family some day. It's an investment in her own well-being of a sort. Giving the bread to a starving girl wouldn't work that way.

On some level, I pity Peeta's mum. Or I want to, at least. I think this is because deep down I feel like I need to pity her. This is a human instinct I've seen on full display at the hospital: a kid gets seriously ill, and the various in-laws great the illness like a moral failing, attributable to something the parents did or didn't do. The idea that a kid could get ill for no reason, could even die - it rocks the comfort zone. But this element scares me because at the same time, of course I'm repulsed by the idea that any woman could drive a starving child away from her garbage like a dog, then just minutes later could throw fresh bread to the pig rather than even seeing if she was still around.

I'd like to say I have some great solution. If I did, I'd probably be running for office, because this is I think the problem of our day, in a society with as much inequality as us: how to see the poor not as causes or as moochers but as fellow citizens. I think the key lies in realizing what you're doing and being aware of it – and I like to think that her son's reaping might have changed her perspective a bit. Taken away the illusion that anyone is truly safe, or at least start acting like safety isn't the most important thing.

Actually, writing this up, something occurred to me that hadn't occurred to me before. In "Catching Fire," Peeta and Katniss are given homes in Victor's Square – truly extravagant homes by district standards. Easily large enough for Peeta's family. Katniss's family moves in with her, but Peeta's doesn't. I wonder how his family's history with Katniss's plays into all of that. It seems significant, though I can't quite figure out how. Would Peet ahave wanted them around? Would Peeta's mum have felt comfortable living so close to Katniss's. Was Peeta's walking-wounded status – the nightmares, the inevitable mental scars of the Games, the artificial leg – a palpable reminder of how unfair life is? Could they maybe not bear to be around that, if Peeta's brothers were still eligible? As far as I can remember, Suzanne Collins never tells us why they lived separately.

What do you make of Peeta's mum's actions here? I keep tottering between hating her for being so heartless and self-absorbed, to seeing her as utterly normal (and hating myself for being reflected in her). Are you bothered by her lack of mercy here? Or does it just seem to "fit" somehow? I'm curious – what do you think?
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I try not to blog too much about horserace-politics, who's going to win what office and so on, because there are so many people doing a better job of it than I can. I'm more interested in issues than races anyway. But the recent announcement of Paul Ryan as Romney's running mate has me thinking deep thoughts.

Paul Ryan is White, rather boring in a lot of ways, and from a heartland state (Wisconsin). That's about all I know about him, to be honest. (There's obviously the Ryan Budget, but I'll get to that in a minute.) The very fact that Romney chose someone who looks so much like him on the surface is very interesting in a lot of ways, since presidents often pick VP candidates who round out their platform's appeal, or at least come from a major state they need to carry. I really expected Romney to pick Mark Rubio from Florida on both counts, actually. The fact that Mitt Romney thought the group he needed to shore up support with wasn't in the middle but on his own party's flank pains a rather nasty picture, at least for me.

The one thing Paul Ryan really is known for, I think, is the Ryan budget – the proposed House budget he has proposed over the last few years. In more progressive circles, it's a pretty well established fact that this budget leans on those least able to bear up under the weight: the poor, the elderly, etc., but in the few days since Ryan was announced as VP, I've seen several Republicans try to defend the budget. I'll give Ryan credit where credit's due, in having at least proposed a budget, and one that takes American debt. The way he's set about doing this makes it both bad policy IMO but, more importantly, a completely unrealistic attempt at wrangling the debt down.

I wanted to point you guys to an unbiased source on the budget, but with the media in full-out spin mode, I can't find one. I thought instead that I'd pick out points from Paul Ryan's own presentation of the budget, on the House website, followed by my commentary. Italics are the website's wording; everything else is my comment.

  1. Ryan claims his plan strips unaccountable Washington bureaucrats of their rationing power, puts patients in control of their health care decisions instead of government, and forces providers to compete for the right to serve seniors. By "Washington bureaucrats" he's talking about the Independent Payment Advisory Board here, but I think it's worth noting that by forc[ing] providers to compete for the right to serve seniors – really requiring seniors to use private companies – he's throwing them to the mercy of even more unaccountable bureaucrats with rationing powers, those used by individual health insurance companies.
  2. On the military, he claims that the U.S. military is threatened by uncontrolled debt burden that weakens America – but defense spending is not the driver of the debt burden. That's a bit hard to swallow, given that we had a balanced budget under Clinton and the (unpaid) cost of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. I'm not saying this is our soldiers' fault, or that we shouldn't pay for their support during and care after these wars. But my impression is that these wars, along with the Bush tax cuts are a major cause of the deficit.
  3. Ryan claims that the free enterprise system is being stifled by an epidemic of crony politics and government overreach that has weakened confidence in the nation's institutions and its economy. No one likes it when government gives tax dollars to governments rather than to citizens, and I'd be okay with less of that, especially where it doesn't serve some specific and non-economic motive like encouraging clean energy development. But don't tell me that when people complain about crony politics, that's what they're upset over? Speaking for myself, I'm much more bothered by industries not being judged by the law, and the turnover between corporate America and the people who write the regulations governing it. If you want me to trust "the nation's institutions and its economy," then provide a fair marketplace and when companies break the rules actually make them pay (in years, not fines).
  4. One place the budget really fights against spending is "discretionary" spending – in opposition to programs like Medicare (which the law says have to be funded at certain level, these are programs that aren't guaranteed funding. The Ryan budget better focuses other low-income assistance programs, including food stamps, to those that need them most, implying that the people making use of food stamps, housing assistance, and other such program now don't need them. He says the same thing about grant programs to help low-income students pay tuition, by the way. The implication I keep seeing is that the poor aren't really poor. But with food stamps at least, that doesn't seem to be the case – as the International Business Times points out, "Most households (85 percent have income that is below the poverty line ($23,050 for a family of four in 2012)."

I could go on. As I'm sure you can see, I'm no great fan of the budget. But let's just say for argument's sake that Ryan's defenders are right and it actually is a good budget. I'm sure that you can see even based on the language Ryan uses to describe it why he's in favor of exposing average Americans to an unrestricted marketplace and that he thinks the poor in particular don't really deserve the "benefits" they get right now. I actually think there are some things he gets right; I for one wouldn't mind seeing Medicare premiums tied to the senior's income, or simplifying taxes if it was done in a way that actually raised the revenue needed. But even if I was convinced that the budget was a good one, the language it's presented in is poisonous and harsh toward those people who aren't also corporations.

That in itself would be a message I wasn't comfortable with. But it gets worse when you juxtapose it against some comments Romney made a few weeks ago on his trip to Israel. He said of the Israelis:

If you could learn anything from the economic history of the world, it's this: Culture makes all the difference. And as I come here and I look out over [Jerusalem] and consider the accomplishments of the people of this nation, I recognise the power of at least culture and a few other things.

This comment was been just as… shall we just say "inflammatory" as you'd expect. A lot of people are pointing to the restrictions on trade and import into the Palestinian areas, which makes it nearly impossible to run a business. I think there's something to that, personally. Whatever you may think of the security reasons for the Israeli occupation of Palestinian territory, I can't imagine it not having a big effect on economic realities. But even more than that, I think we can point to American support of Israel (both governmental and through private charities), and the fact that Israel is really the only country in the region that didn't suffer through European colonization. Of course Palestine was a British protectorate once upon a time, but the Jews came in after all that, so if we're talking about cultures here, I'd say they're the one group that's not been distorted by outsiders stealing their resources and dignity for several years.

Not according to Romney. It's their culture. They deserve their wealth and prosperity.

Here's the thing: no one does it all on their own. And no moment in history is distinct from the things that happen before. We all benefit from other people's good choices and luck, or suffer from their bad ones. It's not just luck and hard work plays a role; but  the poor are also working hard. This whole idea that I deserve my good fortune more than the person on welfare strikes me as absurd, and it gets absurder and absurder the more often I hear it. That doesn't mean I'm not thankful for my success or that I don't work hard for it. But the fact that I'm intelligent and middle-class and white does mean I get breaks and opportunities denied to others. I get that. It's not all because I'm a better person, any more than someone else's lack of wealth proves that they're somehow "bad" or "lazy."

The fact that we have a presidential ticket now whose two members have effectively said "the rich deserve what they get" and "the poor get more help than they deserve" – that's disheartening to me in so many ways. As an American, as a Christian, and perhaps most importantly as a member of the human race, it disgusts me.

It's also just not true. I wanted to be on record saying that.

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