Sunday, March 24, 2013

Waging a Living (Connections)


                The first reading that came to my mind when watching Waging a Living was Kozol’s, Amazing Grace.  One of Kozol’s major points is that when people are in poverty, it is not due to the fact that they are stupid or irrational.  It is simply because they might have had some bad luck and then the American system worked against them to prevent them from rising above the poverty level.  Similar to how Cliffie and his mom and Alice Walker could not escape the poverty they lived in; the people in the film were completely stuck.

Jean Reynolds (the CNA) and her daughter Bridget were in a heartbreaking situation- Jean has several children and Bridget is unable to help financially because she is dying of thyroid cancer.  They did not have access to health care so Bridget’s doctors told her plain and simple, “Enjoy this Christmas because it is probably going to be your last.”  Thyroid cancer does not have to be a life-threatening cancer.  However, it was threatening to Bridget because she couldn’t afford the right treatment.  How could Bridget and Jean possibly save money when they are trying to save Bridget’s life?  What will happen to the health of the other children when all of the money is being spent on bills and on Bridget’s cancer?  Bridget was not receiving any form of preventative treatment or the doctors would have caught the cancer in its early stages; Jean tells us that the illness is much too far progressed for treatment that they could afford.  Sure, this may seem like too much of a specific case- major health problems like cancer certainly have a huge impact on finances.  But the movie stated that 18,000 Americans die a year because they lack health insurance.  This entire group of people is probably trying to save themselves while trying to make ends meet.  Eventually, Bridget is provided with health insurance which covers the rest of the children as well.  The family moves into another home because they were evicted out of theirs.  Although Bridget now has health, she is still very sick and Jean still struggles because she only makes $11 an hour as a CNA.  Jean does not have the time to go back to school to be an RN.  She is stuck in a situation that provides her no advancement opportunity.

The story of Barbara Brooks was inspiring.  She was abused by both her uncle and mother growing up so she went to live in a house with other teenagers.  She was then abused again by the workers at the house.  Several years later, she ended up being a single parent of five.  She worked at the house that she grew up in- the one that she was abused in- because she loves the kids there and wants to make a difference.  Working at the house, she was making $8.25 an hour so she decided to go back to school to get her associates degree.  Somehow, Barbara juggled raising five kids, working full time, and going to college all at the same time, which is truly admirable.  She then got a raise- $11 an hour.  This is where all of her hard work is supposed to pay off, right?  Wrong.  Since Barbara made more at $11 an hour, she was no longer eligible for food stamps or Medicaid.  Her section 8 housing rent was also increased by $149.  Overall, Barbara made $450 more a month than she did working at the house.  However, she received $600 less from government assistance.  She said, “The harder I work, the harder it gets.”  It’s agonizing to see a single mother work that hard to try to make her life better, only to be pushed down by the system she is stuck in.  She graduates with her associates and gets a new job, making $12.10 an hour to start.  After ninety days, her boss loves her performance and offers her a raise and full time status.  Again, Barbara’s assistance is cut and she has to work harder than ever before- simply because she got an associate’s degree and performed well at work.  She decides that in order to be successful, she needs to go back to school to get her bachelor’s degree.  She tells her boss that she can no longer work full time.

                Kozol would claim that these women were placed in awful situations that they did NOT cause- Jean’s daughter ended up with cancer and Barbara lived an extremely rough childhood.  However, when they try to rise above the situation that they’ve been stuck in for years, they are pushed down by the American system.  For Jean and Bridget, it is the health care system.  For Barbara, it is government assistance.  So much for the American dream…

                The other material that came to mind when watching the film was Wolff’s, Capitalism Hits the Fan.  He discusses how the productivity of workers has risen and continues to rise every year.  Yet, since the seventies, workers have been paid the same wages despite their hard work.



                This reminded me a lot of Jerry’s story.  Jerry was a security guard at a multi-milllion dollar building in San Francisco making $12 an hour.  Twelve dollars an hour, Jerry claims, is like making $6.50 an hour anywhere else because living in San Fransisco is so expensive.  His one-room studio apartment’s rent is $530 a month!  He also pays child support but has not had enough money to see his two children in nine years.  Jerry’s union protests for a pay raise and all of the security guards get one: a whopping $.75 raise.  Still, this helps him save some money to finally go see his kids (which, by the way, was a really heart-wrenching moment- anyone else feel tears surface?).  Finally, Jerry and his boss have a disagreement and Jerry is fired.  His union gets him a new job as a security guard at a different building- making $10.25 an hour with a $.25 cent raise every year.  It would take Jerry EIGHT YEARS to get back to the $12.75 he was making at his other security job.  It made me wonder if Jerry would ever see his kids again.  Then, a statistic came on the screen, which is specifically what reminded me most of Dr. Wolff, “Real pay for male low-wage workers is less than it was 30 years ago.”  As Wolff stated, during the 1970’s real wages for workers stopped declining.  Despite the fact that the company that Jerry works for is becoming more and more profitable each year, Jerry receives only a $.25 raise.

To wrap up my blog, I’ll throw out a statistic that the film showed,

“Over half of Americans that started the last decade in poverty, remained in poverty ten years later.”'

Mary Venitelli was the only  women in “Waging a Living” that finally got out of the mess she was in.  However, she could not do it alone as the “American Dream” likes to claim.  Mary met a man that helped her watch the kids while she worked extra hours as well as contribute financially to her family.  This means that out of the four people the producers of Waging a Living interviewed, only one made it past poverty- and she needed help in order to do so.  This movie shows how individualism is a myth and that, as Barbara Brooks stated, “There is no American dream.”

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Response to Andrea's Blog- Oliver and Shapiro

Oliver and Shapiro do raise some excellent points about systematic barriers that have led to the widening of the wealth gap between whites and blacks...

However, I completely agree with Andrea when she claims that racism is NOT a thing of the past (which is how Wilson makes it sound).  Wilson attributes the wealth gap between whites and blacks wholly to this historical, systematic oppressing of African Americans.  These systems surely contribute, but they cannot be fully blamed for black wealth disadvantage.

Andrea mentioned a few ways that blacks are disadvantaged because of pure racism and not the mere remnants of policies that were put in place in the 19th and 20th centuries.  For example, she mentioned job discrimination and black death at the hands of the state.

Really, all it takes is a simple news search on Google News to understand that anti-black racism is still prevalent in society and contributes to the widening racial wealth gap.


1. In the article attatched to the link below, the writer states:

http://www.theroot.com/views/quiet-bias-racism-2013

"Our culture is still deeply suffused with anti-black bias, despite an African-American president in office. National surveys (pdf) continue to reveal commonly held stereotypes of African Americans as less hardworking and less intelligent than whites."

This very stereotype (and racism) is what causes job discrimination.  If blacks are discriminated against in this way, they certainly have a harder time getting a job and earning an income.  I know that income is different than wealth, but income contributes to wealth.  I don't think you can acquire much wealth without any income.

The writer also states this:


To be sure, this whole issue of racism had a more straightforward quality in the past. We did not have to resort to complex surveys and experiments to reveal its depth. There used to be something loud and obvious and terrible about racism -- circumstances with some ironic virtues. A visible and openly declared enemy is so much more directly confronted than one that operates stealthily.
And that is the dilemma of racism in our times. We have hints, suggestions, indications, if you will, of racial bias all around us today.


I think that this is exactly where Wilson apparently got confused.  Sure, in the past, pure racism was much more outward that it is today.  But this is not to say that it doesn't exist and contribute to the amount of wealth that blacks are able to accumulate.  Racism is a prominent contributing factor to wealth inequality between race.

2. http://www.nytimes.com/2013/03/07/opinion/coates-the-good-racist-people.html?_r=0

This is another really awesome article in the New York times about how blacks are disadvantaged.  The actor, Forest Whitaker, was accused of shoplifting at a deli but he hadn't done anything wrong.  The only reason why this grabbed great attention was because Whitaker is famous.  However, these situations occur daily to African Americans-- situations that wouldn't have occurred had there been a white person in the same situation.  It might seem like a stretch to apply this to the widening wealth gap, but Oliver and Shapiro claim that, due to these historical systematic policies, blacks do not have "the skills and education necessary to fit in a changing economy."  Sure, this might be true.  But even despite these policies, how are blacks supposed to attain skills and education when they cannot be trusted in a local deli?

3. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ian-reifowitz/this-is-how-you-educate-p_b_2790080.html

This article discusses racism AND history as causes of the wealth gap.  The point of the article is not really relevant- that in order to educate people about racism, we must first address "progress" in America and then talk about what we can further do to prevent racism.  However, the author discusses racism and history as equal contributing factors to the wealth gap.

He claims:
"Much of the actual structure of racism remains, and that's a much larger obstacle to equality of opportunity."

And directly after goes onto claim:
"Unfortunately, few Americans understand the extent to which anti-black racism was an organizing principle for public policy through much of 19th and 20th centuries."

THIS is what Oliver and Shapiro should have done to address the wealth gap.  They should have discussed both racism (that yes, still exists today) AND the layers of systematic disadvantages towards blacks.  Both of these factors have led to the growing wealth gap between whites and blacks.

Monday, March 11, 2013

OMG update on high class xmas party!

So, that uppity Christmas party I attended?

The lady and her husband are big shot lawyers who graduated from Harvard Law School, which is why they are so rich...

However, she apparently has a gambling problem... and now she just got arrested from embezzling 145,000 dollars from her clients!  Yet, at the Christmas party she still held up the image of being completely filthy rich.

Here's the news story:
http://news.providencejournal.com/breaking-news/2013/03/ri-state-police-appointed-as-guardian-warwick-lawyer-embezzled-from-client.html

Everyone at my poor, low class Christmas party had more money than her individually.  Shows how class and economics can be COMPLETELY different things.


Just found that extremely interesting.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Barbara Jensen and Sye's Christmas Parties

This is a sort of random post and it's not one of the assigned ways we are supposed to post but I think it is related and funny...

In her book, Jensen discussed two different confirmation celebrations that she attended.  The parties were held by people of a different class, which made for two very different experiences.  As I read about this, I was laughing out loud because this Christmas I experienced something extremely similar.

This Christmas, I attended five different Christmas parties and I have no idea how I got suckered into going to every one.  However, there were three in particular that really stood out to me as a lower/working class celebration, middle class celebration, and upper class celebration.  And they were SO different...

The Lower Class Celebration: My lovely little family on Christmas
I have a relatively small immediate family that I celebrate Christmas with every year on Christmas morning (like most people).  My partner (Erica) and I drive to my mom and her fiance's (Arthur) house where we eat monkey bread, watch Elf (yes, we watch Elf EVERY year, it just never gets old), and we all exchange and open presents with my other three siblings.  When we walk into my mom's house around 10:00am, my brother is in sweatpants, my mom is still in her pajamas, and the TV is usually on.  I'm not fond of hugging, so my siblings purposefully attack me for a "group hug" and scream "Merry Christmas!"  Everyone is wearing slippers and it's an extremely laid back experience.  Once the presents are opened around noon, my family gathers to eat around one.  By now, some have changed out of their PJ's and some have decided to go the whole day in comfortable attire.  We eat turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, rolls, green bean casserole, and macaroni and cheese.  Then some of us go to sleep, while others sit on the couch and relax.  By the end of the meal, there are usually a couple people out of our group who are a least a little tipsy on cheap wine or beer.  Our conversations range from school and friends to sex and drugs.  Conversations often get hilariously way too personal and out of control.  Sometimes we play a game like Cards Against Humanity (if you have not played this game, you are severely, severely, deprived my friend).  Eventually, we all eat dessert, curse ourselves for eating way more than our bodies can handle, and go home.

The Middle Class Celebration: Erica's family
Erica's immediate family is extremely lower class but her aunts and uncles are middle class.  And they live in NICE houses.  Every year we pull up to the house and there are at least fifteen people already there.  There are nice plates (especially designated for Christmas celebrations), cloth napkins tied in fancy napkin holders (? no clue what they're called), and clean silverware with  Christmas designs.  Women are wearing heals, nylons, and dresses and the men are wearing khakis, dress shoes, and button ups or sweaters.  There are nice decorations around the house and light Christmas music playing in the background.  There is typically some type of golf tournament on the television.  There are things to eat like cheese and crackers, fruit, shrimp, etc. on one of the tables and  the island in the kitchen.  The dining room table has all the plates and utensils on it because that is the table where most people will eat.  Slightly expensive wine is served with a variety of beers as well as soda and water of course.  People help themselves to vodka and orange juice (which I think is called a screwdriver) in skinny glasses with a long stem.  When it comes time to eat, first Erica's aunt's famous lasagna is served.  She makes vegetarian for us and a couple of Erica's cousins and also regular beef lasagna.  Once that is consumed and everyone thinks that they're full, a second round of food comes out- bread, mashed potatoes (with vegetarian and regular gravy), turkey, squash, cranberry sauce, pasta with red sauce, and holy crap every type of food you could possibly imagine all right there on the table.  People start to talk about how fat and full they are from eating so much food.  As people drink, more and more is revealed about this group.  One Christmas, Erica's cousin went around the party showing everyone a picture of... well a penis that was sent to her... on her cell phone.  Often times after eating, some one will abruptly stand up and announce to the entire table "okay, I have to poop!".  Discussions about sex and men are popular among the women.  Erica's mother always says way too much out loud and I end up laughing in embarrassment while others laugh at the mere fact that I'm embarrassed. "Sorry Sye," her mom says about the way too intimate detail she just shared about her sex life with Erica's father, "but it's the truth!"  Then the homemade Christmas cookies and pies are unwrapped and everyone eats just a little more.  We all drink coffee and tea out of the Kureg machine.To wrap up the night, sometimes we watch funny videos on youtube and sometimes we play the Wii.  Eventually, people get in their pajamas to relax while the night is winding down.  Big hugs and kisses are given before everyone leaves.

The Upper Class Celebration: Arthur knows some really uppity people
I have not felt uncomfortable at many parties in my life.  Well, then again, I don't go to many parties.  But wow, when you are put in a room of upper class people knowing nothing about their etiquette or how you are expected to interact- you feel uncomfortable!  Arthur suggested that we (Erica, my brother Jeremy, my mom, and I) should all stop in at his friend's Christmas party for a bit.  I had never met his friends and I didn't really care what we did so we all agreed.  We were wearing jeans, sneakers, button ups, and jackets.  Right when we walked up to the house, Erica was laughing and pointing out all of the nice cars parked in the driveway and in the street.  "Wow, thank god I didn't drive my piece of shit car- they would probably call the cops before I got to the door" she said.  We all laughed and Arthur turned around and said something sarcastically like, "Okay, now that's enough children.  Can we at least pretend to be civilized?"  When we walked in the house, I felt immediately out of place.  Nobody was dressed like we were and everyone was shaking my hand- not like they really cared to know me but rather, like it was an honor for ME to be meeting THEM.  They were polite- they offered us crackers and cheese and fancy dips.  There were (god I just cannot think of the word for these pre-dinner snacks, I keep wanting to say "appetizers")-- but anyhow, there were "appetizers" in every room of the their huge freeking house and all of the snacks were on fancy dishes that stood tall and had three surfaces to put a different snack on each.  These people did not just have SUPER expensive alcohol.  Oh not, they had a goddamn bartender.  A BARTENDER.  Who was wearing a suit and tie and making fancy drinks for everyone at the party.  And hitting on Erica which was hysterical to watch (just as a funny side note).  She said "Hey, if he makes me good drinks he can hit on me all night."

What I found most peculiar were the conversations these people were having about their lives.  They all wore big diamonds and talked about how successful they had been at a recent project they were working on.  Or how accomplished their kids were.  My brother, Erica, my mom, and I sat in a corner of one of the rooms and ate the snacks.  They all were drinking (I probably would be drinking if I did drink).  My mom said, "Whew boy, I'm gonna need some alcohol for this one!" (meaning the party).  One lady came up to us to talk (and would not stop talking) about her son and her husband and how successful they were and how much they had done.  Her son just graduated from God Only Knows What Private College and he was going to work for God Only Knows What Big Business.  "Where do you go to school?" she asked me.  I remember just looking at Erica, who had an enormous grin on her face.  "Um... RIC."  Her face fell a little, and then she pretended to be interested, "Ooo, what for?!"  I told her history and philosophy.  "Wow that's really interesting."  And then the question I love-- "What are you going to THAT" (as she laughed a little bit).  "I'm going to be an enlightened philosopher and just sit and think my entire life."  "You could!" She said.  Yes, bitch.  If that's what I wanted to do, I goddamn could.  My mom just laughed at my joke and took another sip of her drink. There was no way that she was going to share that she went to CCRI in her forties to become a nurse.  Which is sad, because that is one of the things I am most proud of my mom for doing- and in the light of this conversation, she seemed embarrassed to even share that.  The lovely lady turned to my brother and starting questioning him on his entire education and work experience.  I said, "Hey, he has his resume in the car I think if you want him to go grab it."  She didn't quite understand the joke.  She changed the subject, "So are you all siblings?".  My mom chimed in, "oh, no no just these two" pointing to my brother and I.  Of course, I had to say the thing that would make EVERYONE feel awkward.  "Nope!  Erica is actually my girlfriend!" and I put my arm around her.  The lady was taken back.  She said, "Oh! Okay!" and she laughed.  Like what?  What's so funny?  That basically got her to walk away. Thank God.

There were times where I'd be walking to go to the bathroom or walking to get more water and people at the party would look me up and down.  One man literally scowled at me when I politely said, "excuse me" when I was trying to get past him.

We didn't stay for dinner and as we left everyone told us how nice it was to meet us and that they hoped we'd join them again (yeah friggin right).



I didn't expect to write that much, but Jensen's book reminded me a lot of these experiences.  And also this class reminds me a lot of how uncomfortable I felt at that upper class party.