So she grew up poor in the 60s and slept two to a bed. My wife grew up poor in the 50s/60s, lived in the country in houses that had no running water, one light bulb and slept with her twin sister. She didn’t live in a house with an indoor toilet until she was 15. She doesn’t blame anyone for having to live that way and it certainly made her a better person who is able to work hard and do the right things to maintain a standard of living. The poor blacks in the nearest big city lived better than her family did.
Everybody is adversely affected by the nazi socialist democrat party so if you voted democrat you have nobody to blame but yourself. Nobody cares about your sniveling, whining excuses for why you don’t succeed and you certainly don’t deserve a comfortable life at the taxpayer’s expense just because of your skin color.
Quit voting for the democrat party of slavery if you want things to get better.
My mom grew up in the 30s/40s and was dirt poor; my dad was even worse off than that. Funny thing is they’ve delighted us with stories of their childhood our whole life. Making us laugh and cry at the same time. Some people never appreciate what important in life and you can’t convince them.
She was lucky.
I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.