By the time I was 20, I had been married (at 16), had two kids (at 17 and 19) and was divorced (at age 20). I had also dropped out of high school (two months into my junior year), didn’t have a job and barely had my driver’s license (actually, I had a learner’s permit). It would have been very easy for me not to work, never get an education, to rely on a monthly welfare check (which wouldn’t have been enough to pay my rent), food stamps and rent assistance in a housing project. Matter of fact, most of the people who were in my life at the time, especially my (ex) husband’s family, did just that, and it was actually expected and somewhat encouraged.
Instead I fought against all of my social supports (family being a big one) and got my GED, got a job and worked my ass off to put myself through college–never once receiving a welfare check. Yes, my kids and I relied on food stamps to feed us through the years, and yes, we did rely on Section 8 housing assistance to help us pay the rent, but we always knew it was temporary, and it was.
While we were poor, we were not trash. My kids knew what behavior and appearance was acceptable (table manners, ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, clean clothing, brushing your teeth, taking care of the possessions you did have, respecting others, working hard in school for good grades, etc.), while many of those who surrounded us (my sister-in-laws kids for example) could have cared less. Their attitude: Haven’t brushed your teeth in four days? hey, that’s okay. Didn’t show up for school all last week 'cause you were too hung over? Have another beer. Lost your job 'cause you were two hours late for the third time? Your boss was a prick. Got a ticket for speeding, or arrested for shoplifting, or busted for possession? Damn cops were out to get you. They always had “bad luck”.
My kids grew up knowing to value what they had, and how to work their asses off to get it, and that nothing was ever expected to be given to them, and quite honestly, the world didn’t owe them anything. As a result, I have two kids who have pride in their education, and responsibilities, and the knowledge that they can do anything they set their minds to do. They’ve never dropped out of school, never been involved with the law, and have never been fired for a job. All summer jobs, or after school jobs (which were all meant by both the employers and my kids to be temporary positions) were left in good standing–and many employers have actually called us when they needed part time fill in workers.
Poor (fill in the description) trash is an attitude, and has nothing to do with the color of one’s skin. It’s about how one acts towards themselves and others, it’s reflected in the beliefs and practices, and is how one is viewed by others because of these. Living in a trailer, or working as a waitress, or having a baby at 18 does not make one ‘poor white trash’–but conduct does.
I’ve been poor, but I’ve never been trash.