Posted on 07/11/2024 7:34:25 AM PDT by blueunicorn6
There is a lot of talk these days about privileged white males.
I guess I am considered to be white.
I am a male.
Come from privilege?
My Dad was the youngest of 11 kids. His Dad lost the farm. My Dad dropped out of school in the sixth grade and ran away from home. He became a juvenile delinquent and worked menial jobs and lived in various places and with his older siblings until he was old enough to join the Army. Then he went to The Korean War and served on the front lines as a Combat Engineer.
My Mom grew up in a three room shack on the wrong side of the tracks in a small Middle American town. The house didn’t have a bathtub or shower. Her Dad went broke during The Depression and became an alcoholic who never worked. They only had Christmas presents and holiday meals from the local churches.
I think my background is pretty similar to millions of other “privileged” white American males in this country.
So tell me again all those sad liberal stories about people who never had a chance because people like me held them down.
Yeah, I come from privilege.
Amen 🙏🏻!
Yeah, I have a friend who told me he came from privilege. We both grew up in a suburb of the SF bay area. Our parents stayed together and were white, (although mine was part Native American- got no help from that). My friend’s dad worked in a steady job for the local utility. His mom did not have to work, (like mine). We had summer jobs to get money for college, (we both were accepted at Berkeley.) My summer job was because his dad helped me get a job with the utility. We were both Eagle scouts. He married while in college and worked an extra 4 years to earn a doctorate in business, His wife left him and took the kids later —( I don’t know why,)
He is still my friend after our 60th HS reunion. Yes, we both had privilege. His dad was our scoutmaster. That was the greatest privilege that I know, and put us on the right path for success. Looking back, there is nothing that we did that other kids could not have done. (Well, getting into college was a challenge but our HS training was available for my classmates, and a lot of us went to one college or another.) What we really had was opportunity in this great country. I called him out on his privilege, he worked for what he acheived, and so did I. The privilege really is called a work ethic. It has nothing to do with skin color.
Dad taught me to stand on my own two feet.
I got room and board for college and that was it.
Only thing handed to me was two fantastic parents.
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