Admirable hours--most banks close at 5:00 most days and are closed on Sunday, making it hard for working people to get their banking done. |
I hear these attitudes all the time, from my middle class friends, from political candidates, from the very people who serve the poor. Harsh words for the despised, the discarded.
Yes, I know I'm a bleeding heart liberal, but I do not want to end poverty. What I would like to do is restore respect for a group of people who work very hard, even when it doesn't earn money; who care deeply about their children and their children's futures; who jump over a hundred hurdles a day and never get to the finish line. I would like to find ways
(1) not to end poverty, but to ease some of its worst stresses;
(2) to remove some of the chains that bind people to poverty;
(3) to establish dignity for every person regardless of whether they get food assistance or subsidized childcare, or work in a jobs program instead of "real" job.
Many BHPH car dealers overcharge for the car, loan at obscene rates of interest, repossess fast, and sell the same car again. (Rinse and repeat.) |
Heather asked me to type up the list for her and I thought: "Bing! If I'm going to type, I might as well type right into a blog entry, then cut and paste them to her." Never waste a keystroke. So, here it is--my list of ways to make the lives of poor people in my region less stressful and more productive.
DISCLAIMER: My purpose in this blog today is not to discuss feasibility or all the problems people have had who tried to implement any of these ideas in the past. And, these ideas are not new. People know these ideas. But implementation has been sporadic and best and non-existent at worst. Keep in mind--I am not trying to end poverty, just to ease the stress and strain of it.
Enough caveat emptor. Here we go.
Barefoot and pregnant: Cheap and easy birth control.
Early pregnancies make possible the classic 5-generation family photo and allow for the rise of a matriarch whose power crosses many generations. |
Have I put your nose out of joint yet? Read on....
This is a quaint vision of the parent-teacher conference...but I mainly selected this picture because Bob Cousy is featured in this issue. |
Stay with me now....
In Appalachia, the road to recovery is rocky and full of detours and hairpin curves. |
We all know that the War on Drugs has neglected to supply funding for treatment. But in rural communities, this is especially serious. The number of counselors, therapists, psychiatrists, and mental health services in general is minuscule and services are far apart. I can't get blood work, a mammogram, and a bone density test without driving to three different towns more than 100 miles apart. Put me on drugs, give me a broken-down car and gas at $4.00 a gallon and I am not going to get to treatment.
The best painkillers are simple phrases of love and appreciation. |
Are you getting me now? Still with me?
I apologize for dragging you through all this, but please don't tune out. I've got a lot more to share, but this blog entry is getting too long for a single-setting read (which violates my "rules of blog"). I'll try to post Part 2 on Monday.
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