This is typical of the average, middle-class family. Unfortunately, everyone can't be the middle of the classes. There are the highs and the lows and the inbetweens a.k.a. the middle. But the middle isn't important right now. Well, everyone is important and everyone is special, but what I'm saying is that the middle doesn't need the people's help. Right now, it is the lows.
For a while, the lows have been seen. They walk and talk and laugh just like everybody else. They even have something that is greater than God, eviler than the devil, wanted by the rich, and can kill all those that eat it.
Nothing.
Relatively at least. When people looks at their house, they admire the gardens, the technology, the posh. When poor people looks at their house, they fear for the rats and cockroaches and notice the size of the vermin.(Aesthetics of Segregation 127). Most notably, this applied to the African Americans of this 1950s. The slums they lived in were devoid of light and warmth. Money was not an issue. It was all the issues and then some. The lows were the African Americans that had so little, they couldn't give their children the cents they needed to bring to class.(From A Raisin in the Sun). They were powerless so they resorted to violence(From The Bluest Eye) and the very look of them set others on edge(From Maus).
We drop crackers, What a shame.
They drop crackers. They go hungry.
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