by Mona Shaw
“Herbert Hoover said, ‘Cotton socks are good enough for any working man’s wife,’ That’s all I needed to know about the man,” my granddad told me.
“Herbert Hoover said, ‘Cotton socks are good enough for any working man’s wife,’ That’s all I needed to know about the man,” my granddad told me.
It’s the “little” slights that wear
one down. Someone, something persuades
us to let it go. “Pick your battles.”
But, each time you say nothing, a piece
of your soul dies, and larger and larger parts of yourself believe the lies
that you and your kind are less worthy. You even repeat their jokes or slurs for their approval. Eventually you collude with your own oppressor. A hundred times a day you hear things like:
“Don’t worry about the poor,” they don’t
vote.
“I have a high credit rating, and they
still discriminate against me as a lesbian.”
“She dresses like she shops at Walmart.”
“I didn’t buy a $400,000 house, so
people could build houses next to me worth $100,000.”
“The poor wouldn’t be stressed if they
just got a job.”
“No offense, but I prefer to socialize
with people in my own economic stratum.
We have more in common.”
“We don’t care what Joe Six-pack
thinks. He’s not supporting this university.”
“I was stunned and repulsed. They were using pots and pans for serving
dishes.”
“It’s only $500. Anyone I know has shoes worth more than that.”
“My father, the bank president, says we
should do this.”
“He claims to be poor, but he was eating
a Dove bar.”
Or, the time a director of the UI Labor
Center told her own secretary, “If you want a better salary, get an education
like I did.”
And all the jokes: about hard hats, red
necks, polyester clothes, trailer parks, fake wood paneling, welfare,
hair-styles, fake fingernails, dirty fingernails, subsidized housing, Jello or mayonnaise
salads, cheap beer or cheap perfume, raggedy-ass cars, velvet paintings,
country music, pressboard or plastic furniture, Jesus nightlights, dime-store
jewelry, lunch meat, ice-berg lettuce, Jerry Springer or Maury Povich guests, and
cat clocks with rhinestone eyes and a wagging tail, etc.
Let’s not even get started on dialects,
speech-patterns or grammar.
It is bottomless, the reservoir
containing all the quotidian and ubiquitous ways to render the underclass inferior
and unworthy.
So, it came as no surprise to me when
Hillary Clinton was praised by “progressives” for a recent speech in which she
defended people of color by stating many Black people were well-off. She called Trump’s assertions about poverty
in communities of color as bigotry toward those communities.
No one in the mainstream media or
politics (including Trump, perhaps especially Trump) thought to counter with
the fact that being poor should not be an insult. She suggested that while
there is no shame in being a person of color that to consider someone
impoverished was shaming them. She
completely ignored that people of color are, indeed, far more likely to be
poor.
In America there is no shame as
pervasive as the shame of being poor. Racism can still get one killed by a cop,
but the tragedy of the death will still be gauged by the economic status of the
victim. “And he was a counselor.” “She was a teacher.”
It doesn’t matter that racism catalyzes
every instance of poverty, including that poverty suffered by white
people. The ruling class can’t maintain
an underclass to work for poverty wages without methods to control them. Racism is their most effective whip. No race in the underclass realizes that
enough. Far too many have bought the
lies that white poor people really are just inferior or that people of color
are getting something for nothing.
Martin Luther King, jr. saw through this
divide and conquer strategy, and he was in the process of addressing and
organizing all poor people when he was murdered. History shows that effectively organizing
poor people and workers will get you killed faster than anything else. Even the big unions won’t do that anymore.
The poor are inferior in every way in
America. Class bigotry is almost
considered good manners. It demonstrates
refinement and good taste.
It’s really telling that Hillary Clinton’s
reaction to the Trump speech was to defend affluent people of color rather than
show compassion for the suffering of those banished to poverty.
It was also telling that the Democratic
National Convention was a parade of Horatio Alger stories, the one who
overcame, who grabbed her bootstraps and made something of herself (not poor,
no more).
It serves the American agenda. If she saw poor people as equal, if she admitted
that not every little girl or boy can be president or even earn a living wage, then
poor people might deserve things like housing, food, or healthcare. But in today’s America, where we can’t do
everything for everyone, we know who will be left out. And, it’s not the woman in the $12,000 jacket
or any of her friends. Cotton socks are
good enough for any working man’s wife.
Of course, getting rid of Hillary won’t
solve the problem. She’s a snob, but
everyone who runs for president in America is a snob. Hillary is just the current spokesmodel for
the status quo.
It doesn’t matter who you vote for. It matters if you continue to collude with
the lie. Not everyone can make it in
America. That’s a wholesale lie. Our forefather’s never intended for that to
be the case, and no one in power--or seeking power--wants that now. Change, when it comes, will come from the bottom up. It’s
time for decent Americans to cry, “Foul,” no matter where or how they encounter
class bigotry.
Mona Shaw is a low-income Iowa grandmother of no particular importance and has no credentials whatsoever.
Mona Shaw is a low-income Iowa grandmother of no particular importance and has no credentials whatsoever.