I am not ashamed of my Grandmother. She was one of 13 children and had to quit school to work as a maid for a wealthy family when she was 15 - unfortunately, the man of the house was a sex predator and she became pregnant, so my Dad was born into that big, poor family with his mother's family name. They raised him to be a good, decent citizen, husband and father. No reason for shame. No reason to pretend it didn't happen that way. No reason to pretend I am any better or worse than anyone else because of my heritage. I am an American.
A better and more concise statement of what it really means to be an American is hard to imagine.
Nicely done, Valerie. Stories like your father's show that being born poor does not have to mean growing up bad. I think today we are all too ready to claim and to accept poverty as an excuse for evil.