In my mischievious way I have begun jumping at the chance anytime a black person says something about the weather being hot. I look at them with a big smile and say, “It ain’t nothin’ like as hot as that cotton field I grew up workin’ in.” Most of them have no idea what I am talking about, with a few exceptions only those who are my age or close to it have ever worked in a field in their lives. Some of them think I am just blowing smoke but I grew up doing the same kind of work that slaves used to do on plantations. Even during slavery times most Southern whites worked as hard as any slave or even harder, only a tiny percentage actually owned slaves. Even the slaves looked down on the poorest of the whites.
Both my husband and I worked in the cotton fields growing up. The shiftless cradle to grave welfare recipients can play their vicitm card elsewhere.