In my hometown paper, there was an
interesting story about the widening gap between the haves and the have-nots
and the disintegration of the middle class in the black community. The
story posits that you are either the Evans or the Huxtables—the Winslows have
divorced and Dad is living at the Y while Mom keeps the house afloat on
subsidies and half-jobs. Waldo Faldo and Steve Urkel, on the other hand, own a
consulting business and dutifully send nice fruit baskets to their ‘hood
friends every Christmas. The thing is, I hadn’t noticed it before, but (beyond
the numbers, which I take with a grain of salt) there’s something to that notion:
of all the people in my crew, people are either winning or losing—nobody’s a
floating in the middle. You are either living the dream or you are dying a slow
death: the good old days
when you could be poor and still have a decent quality of life aren’t
coming back as fast as you think.
You can’t be a Floater in America anymore.
I went down to my old ‘hood not long ago to see how it’s changed and I
could believe the number of people still living on the block—kids I came up
with 20, 30 years ago—still living in their mama’s house. Some of my dudes are wearing black tears and
jailhouse tats, walking pet alligators (WTF?), but few of them are
well-educated or even employed. This underlined a very important point for me:
that as much as people talk about what a crappy country America is, what, with
all the racist white people and crazy n*ggas and such, this is really about as
good as it gets. You get what you earn in this country, and sitting around
waiting for a reparations check is not the move, Jack.
Contrary to conventional wisdom, I can tell you that lazy
white folks are losing too. While I was trapped in Lexington, Kentucky, the
class schism was the thing that really blew my mind. People were either driving
Benzos or saving up for a set of uppers by working at Piggly Wiggly. This is
real talk. I thought someone must have been giving away Beemers, the way the
streets were clogged with them, and everyone working service gigs or retail
looked like L’Miserables: burnt skin,
Dickensian dental hygiene…
and white. I had never seen the line so
clear between the the winners, the losers and the dreamers—normally on their
way to class. Education is the key in this country. Sure, it’s a gamble, but
it’s a sight plan better than moving up head veggie bagger at HiLo’s, topping
out at 23k a year. That’s no life. That’s a life sentence.
So for all those high schoolers out there, talking about
taking a “few years off…” That's bunk. Register for classes…. TODAY. Things are a
lot worse than you think.
There’s no room for Floaters in America. Not anymore.