When I was at Notre Dame, I lived in a $400 per month apartment, utilities included. I was the only student in the building. Most of my neighbors were fixed income, disabled veterans, and the otherwise impoverished. Then I moved to Florida for three years. I've lived in Connecticut for two.
Any other theories?
Your lack of empathy for the working poor suggests one of two things, either you don't care or you don't have a full understanding of the living conditions these people struggle with on a daily basis. Posters on here have been giving you the benefit of the doubt by suggesting that you don't understand how deeply the poor are entrenched in the cycle of poverty. I welcome your response. Please tell me how the poor can improve their lot without better paying job opportunities. They can't afford college, and even a college degree is no assurance of getting more than minimum wage employment. Your life in an apartment in South Bend for 4 years hardly parallels daily life on 8-Mile Road in Detroit or Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. Two different worlds. One (attendance at Notre Dame) a temporary condition leading to a high-paying job. The other (spending a lifetime in a slum or on a reservation) a life sentence.
Before you ask, I lived for a time on an Indian Reservation in Northeast Arizona. I also spent part of my teaching career in the Appalachian foothills of Southeast Ohio, where many of the students didn't have indoor restroom facilities in their homes. I spent time in their homes, ate meals at their table, and conversed with them and their parents at the local restaurant. One of the old-timers was an unemployed coal miner with black lung disease. He would meet any definition you have a being poor, and had spent a good part of his life earning a good wage underground. When his health failed, so did his good paying job. Both the reservation and Appalachian Ohio had large unemployment rates. I, also, grew up around the corner from Scott High School in Toledo. Bogtrotter or Buster Bluth can tell you what kind of neighborhood that is, but even that is no parallel for what large numbers of poor people endure on a daily basis. My father had opportunities to earn a good wage. He paid tuition so we could attend the local Catholic high school (the same high school DeShone Kizer graduated from by the way) and moved the family out of that neighborhood and into the suburbs. We joined the middle class. Those opportunities don't exist for most poor people anymore. I've lived and worked with some very poor people, but I wouldn't presume to understand how they deal with the poverty year after year. I could always leave. They were stuck there.
So other than blaming the poor for their own condition, what do we do to help them?
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