“And in what context.
Rednecks are often not rich in money, but they will give you the shirt off their backs.”
Yes, let’s talk context. I know many “rednecks” ( your word). I come from one of the more historically impoverished parts of rural Indiana. Most of them are wonderful people. Some of them are real dirtbags. Many - more than we should care to admit, frankly - would cut your throat in front of your kids over a matter of twenty dollars.
I’ve also had occasion to spend time in the most downtrodden black housing projects in the City of Indianapolis. They welcomed me into their pitiful, 20x20 “home” and fed me from their meager pantry. We’d talk and laugh and pray together. It was the most enriching experience of my life, and washed away any preconcieved notions I had about the supposed “luxury” of urban poverty. Were there dangerous people there? Oh, I’m sure - just like back home, poor people can be desperate people, and desperate people too often become dangerous people. It doesn’t mean we should leave them without human compassion and the dignity of a real meal.
I’ve also been invited into a poor urban home to assist them ... and while I repaired the oddly damaged couch, the kids asked me to also repair the window they had just destroyed for the he11 of it.
I’m all for human compassion and the dignity of real food.
I’m also for recognizing some people wantonly bring their sad state upon themselves, and need live with the consequences thereof - rather than compelling others to perpetually fix & backfill their want.