Currently in New Mexico. For 11 years I lived in Maryland and worked in DC and Northern Virginia. I also lived for 2 years in New York, 3 years in Boston and 2 years in Philly. That help any?
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Perhaps I’m reading some of the replies wrong but there seems to be an undercurrent of sneering semi-accusations that I’m some kind of racist…and that MY friends are obviously of the wrong sort (several references to paraphrase ‘are THESE your kind of friends?’). They aren’t REAL black men and women because they are professionals (not all of them are college educated btw…in the IT field its more the certs you have than a college degree, least it used to be), even though many of them came from exactly the environment described in the OP…the only differences is they actually know what the hell they are talking about with reference to getting out of the ghetto and making their lives better. So do I for that matter.
To me, THIS is racist…as if you say to the part of the population thats successful that they’ve sold out, or aren’t REALLY <insert poor down trodden minority here>. I.e. REAL minorities are the ones who remain downtrodden (least this is how I read between the lines of whats being said). And they are downtrodden because they simply CAN’T do anything about it…the system is against them, their history is against them, the white man is out to get them, its just so HARD…white people have it easier (this is of course mainly true…still isn’t an excuse IMO).
Even with all the things put in place to help minorities (and there are a lot…I know because I used em myself), the bottom line excuse is…its just too hard. This has always annoyed me to no end when folks talk about hispanics (my own background)…I’m surprised that more blacks don’t get annoyed with this attitude actually. Actually, my un-black friends (appearently) DO get pretty annoyed with it…as do my un-hispanic friends and family. But you know, they (and I) aren’t REAL minorities…
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Just to shift things a bit to my own perspective, as perhaps it relates to the OP, even if I’m not black. I’m from Mexico. My family immigrated (emmigrate?) to the US in the early 60’s. I grew up in South Tucson, basically (at the time) a hispanic ghetto in Arizona. My folks came legally to the US (my mother was born in Texas, though her folks were illegals she was still a citizen), but my dad had very little english and few real skills…my grandfather was a dirt farmer in a small village most of you probably never heard of and couldn’t find on a map if you tried…about as poor as you can be in Mexico. In Mexico we lived in a shack with no running water (there was a community well), no indoor plumbing (we DID have our own outhouse), and certainly no electricity…in fact there was no electricity in the entire village before we left. In Tuscon we lived in a one room ‘house’ with no indoor plumbing or electricity, though of course there was electricity in Tuscon which was a comfort. We did get mandatory indoor plumbing though within the first year or so we lived there.
When we came to the US my dad worked odd jobs (mainly as a mechanic/pump operator at a gas station)…anything he could do. My mother cleaned rich white peoples houses (well, as rich as whites are in Tuscon at least)…she was a maid basically. My dad studied english, he read, he took corrospondence courses for high school equivelency, even though most in our community spoke mainly spanish and didn’t bother with such things. As soon as he could he joined the Navy and got into the electronics schools…and was shipped to Vietnam, originally on the small river patrol boats, but eventually he was assigned to a destroyer in the electronics section.
To make a long story short, my dad was able to take what he had learned in the Navy and get a decent technician job with an electronics company fixing TV’s and such…and to go to college in the evenings studying electrical engineering. We moved up from a one room shack in Tuscon to a two room house in a better hispanic section of town (with running water!!), to a better house in California…etc etc. Today my dad owns his own company and I own my own IT company as well (associated with my fathers company).
Am I not a hispanic anymore because my father and my family (my EXTENDED family that is) moved out of the ghetto and made our lives better? My father had very little help from the government to do what he did…basically the breaks he got were that they let us into this country when they didn’t have too, and breaks he made in the Navy. I grew up with very little…it wasn’t until I was in college myself (I DID have government help admittedly, as well as assistance from many hispanic organizations for loans and grants…something available to ALL hispanics if they only take advantage of it) that our standard of living was what is considered ‘middle class’…when we finally had extra money for things like TV’s, vacations, etc.
Many of my other minority friends have similar stories…either they came up from various ghettos themselves or their parents did. Some of my friends came from solidly middle class families or even upper class families. Whats funny (to me) is its the ones who came from middle or upper class families that talk like the folks in this thread…most of the folks who have similar stories to my own also have similar attitudes. Interesting that, no?
-XT