I remember being poor, white and living in Da Bronx on 170th street, the Ghetto!
I am so glad they are just memories and not my reality today but I still remember!
Visit Appalachia Bernie. If you dare.
Commander in Chief Bernie Sanders. Pity the US military having to report to this clueless former conscientious objector. Just when they are getting out from under the thumb of Capitulator in Chief Obama, they have to put up with Democrats in this nation potentially subjecting them to further belittlement by an old socialist picketing protester.
“”When you are white, you don’t know what it’s like to be living in a ghetto, you don’t know what it’s like to be poor,” Bernie Sanders said at the Flint debate.”
Burn in Hell, slime.
So I guess Bernie’s theory is that po’ white folk’s is po’ cause da’ wants to be po’.
Po’ black folk’s is po’ causin’ dey can’t do no betta?
No. Whites have been placed into an artificial group, and all the members have been branded as rich and oppressive.
Go to hell, bernie.
Many years ago there was discussion about the poor Whites in Appalachia. Then the democrats placed blacks in a government-certified “oppressed” victim group that voted solidly democrat, and we never heard one more word about the poor Whites in Appalachia.
Bernie was pandering for the black vote... none of the democrats give a damn about 'the poor'...
Vermont? Vermont is merely a plaything for wannabe commie radical New Yorkers to try out their marxist claptrap in a more bucolic setting than Manhattan.
Growing up in the 50s in my white family of five, we lived in some war housing that my dad was fixing up to be rental apartments. We had only partial toilet facilities handled mostly by an outhouse.
We never had any freebies and we used surplus war items such as tooth powder and rough wool blankets. Clothes came from second-hand shops. My father had his PhD and my mother had her master’s but after teaching at Portland State for some years my dad decided he would never work for anybody else again so we were living his dream. We brought sack lunches to school with peanut butter or tuna sandwiches and a piece of fruit. No free school lunches back then!
Nevertheless, we three Poor, White kids grew up fine except for maybe a little or a lot unorthodox thinking. I became an entrepreneur with a small business, my sister became an engineer and my brother owned a fish boat.
There were subsidized housing units across the street where people had real bathrooms and TVs, but not us.
Snip:
“Maybe if Bernie Sanders stuck his head out of his enclave now and then, and stopped spewing back intersectional racist screeds, he might actually learn something about this country.”
Nah, never happen. Bernie’s head rarely pops up out of his ass, and that’s usually only when there’s cameras and microphones to give him attention.
Rural poor have it tougher, I think.
I saw a documentary once about dirt poor Appalachians. Democrats aren’t interested in those people, they just condescend to them by saying crap like “Republicans are for the rich, you’re voting against your interest! Vote for the Black guy who demeans you.”
