years ago a friend asked when everyone has a college degree, who will pick up the trash. then 'our' government enabled 'our' corporations to move your job to asia sose they could make more profit for their 'shareholders'. it won't be long until much of what this article speaks about is reality here and if you think back forty years, our current state of affairs would have equally been unimaginable;
My first book, Fake House
(2000), was dedicated to “the unchosen,” and by that, I meant all those
who are not particularly blessed at birth or during life, just ordinary
people, in short, with their daily exertion and endurance. Further,
I’ve always considered losing to be our common bond and bedrock, for no
matter how smug you may be at the moment, you’ll be laid out by a sucker
punch soon enough. Being born into a war-wracked lesser country
undoubtedly made it easier to think this way.
Though
I spent more than three decades in the shining city on a hill, the
indispensable, greatest nation ever, I was still mostly surrounded by
the unchosen, such as Tony,
who died at 56, just months after being fired from his restaurant job,
with his last apartment freezing from unpaid bills, or 66-year-old Chuck,
who’s carless and has but a tiny room in a group home, as he suffers
through his divorce and alimony payments, or 55-year-old Beth, whose
crepe restaurant has gone belly up, so for economic reasons can’t dump a
husband who chronically cheats on her with both men and women.
A
35-year-old Philly friend who’s been semi-homeless for the last two
years just told me she doesn’t even have a phone any more, so must wait
for up to an hour at the library to use a computer for 30 minutes, a
predicament that severely limits her ability to find a job. She barely
survives by cleaning houses.
Surely,
all these American tales of woes must pale next to Vietnamese ones, you
must be thinking, for it must be horrific to be poor in such a poor
country, no?
http://www.unz.com/ldinh/a-servants-tale/
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