The Nouveau Riche Have Always Despised The Working Class

(10 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

It has struck me that the old timey folk wisdom easily explains the darkness of Obama.  

No, not Obama’s skin pigmentation, racists, but the contempt for ordinary people. Racism blinds and reveals nothing at all.

There are no black, white, red, yellow, pink, purple, fuchsia races.  That is silly and always has been.

My sister got the palomino and I got the common sorrel.  I think my brother’s horse was black, a small step above the commoners but only a small step.  I would remember if it was a large step like the palomino.  

I wasn’t jealous.  You will have to take my word for that because there is no way I can change your mind if it is made up.  You see I had the bestest horse in all the world whatever it’s color.  The color made no difference whatever.  Dad asked me more than once if I would sell Lizzie when I could no longer ride Lizzie because we were off in another place a long, long way away in those days after the divorce.  Dad knew we needed the money real bad but who would sell the bestest horse in all the world?

Color be damned.  It is nice to have pretty colors but that is not all there is.  

We lived in a gray house once.  Why did people paint their houses gray?  Because the paint was a dollar a bucket like the horrible barn red and dark green.  Gray was probably the pick of the lot but what an awful color.  First chance we got, we painted the house pastel.  Didn’t make it a better house but it did look better.

Somehow black isn’t a good color either for a house but a black roof is so admired that all the hurt from black roofs that suck up heat when it isn’t needed and deteriorate faster is set aside when people choose black roofs, the cost and inconvenience be damned.

OK, OK, so color does matter and sometimes even beyond pleasing and prejudice but there are far more important things in life.

Like money.

And power.

And money gives you power even if you are an idiot like some of the comical dunces that surfaced during the last presidential sweepstakes when they were trying to buy a winner.

So money can give you power to make a spectacle of yourself and destroy yourself as well as do something good for someone if you take a notion to help the no accounts that are beneath you.  

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote to Ernest Hemingway that the Second of the Great Fallacies was that the rich considered you their equal.  I will always wonder what the first great truth was.  Must have been a true revelation if that was only the second.

The very rich don’t hate working folk.  They get annoyed with them.  They tolerate them but they mostly just don’t concern themselves.

The nouveau riche on the other hand have reason to actively despise the working class because that is part of the past they wish to bury.

Best,  Terry


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  1. terryhallinan

    Why does no one ever tell this dunce?  I have very big ears though they don’t work very good anymore.

    Best,  Terry

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  3. banger

    The nouveau people that come out of the working class have the same contempt for the poor that working class has. But, for the most part, those people still often maintain their roots in their working-class communities. There are very few nouveau people that come out of real poverty and those I know of I only know them as people I met.

  4. terryhallinan

    This is a very relative and personal thing but I’ll bet not so uncommon if one thinks back even with the usual selective memory.

    As a college student I once counted the slices of bread in a small remainder of a loaf to allocate food until a paycheck on a new job.  The only student loan I ever applied for and amazingly got was for car repairs to get to a job in California.  Man was that a hard sell.  

    The car had cost $100 and I was warned to pay the junk yard first and hope nobody noticed the tires and other parts.  Carl never paid for anything.  He had owed the junkyard for 6 months.   I would take my girlfriend to Scotty’s to buy the 13 cent hamburgers instead of the high-priced 15 cent McDonald hamburgers.  We got married on her money.

    Times were great then though there were some downs.

    Absolutely no intention of playing down the desperate fixes many people find themselves in with hungry families and nowhere to turn.

    Green is the color of my true love’s eyes.  Money we all seek but it don’t buy love whatever else it buys.

    Best,  Terry

  5. terryhallinan

    Middle class is not.

    Middle class has always been upper class and is a major problem with political discussions.

    Maybe you are old enough to remember when Tennessee Ernie Ford was a name to reckon with.  Once Mrs. Ford was walking a block or two ahead of Tennessee in a town they were visiting and an excited passerby told her Tennessee Ernie Ford was in town.  “I know,” said the anonymous Mrs. Ford to Mr. Excitement, “I slept with him last night.”

    A fellow who worked for a hunting resort in Arizona where they would even lasso and tie deer to trees so the big shots could kill one knew Tennessee when things weren’t so swell.  Ford lived on a decrepit, leaking houseboat with hardly a penny to his name but had big plans that fellow bar patrons always scoffed at.  But no one denied Tennessee could tell the raunchiest jokes.

    The Murphy’s had 12 kids and no money.  They even ran out of names.  Mrs. Murphy asked me what I thought of Una.  I said it was a lovely name.  Wasn’t then but what to do when all the names are used up?  All the kids did well somehow despite beginnings that were a small, very small, step above homelessness.  Pat, the one with the handicapped girlfriend that had trouble with the cops, became a tycoon.  I would like to think he never changed, except about the cops I mean, but I suppose he did.  He has passed away now and life goes on without him like it will for us.

    There are working poor, my friend.  In fact, most poor work. Not one is a queen as far as I know.

    Still your point is taken.  We all have to have somebody to look down on.  

    I look down on the high and mighty. That way I can really elevate myself.

    Best,  Terry

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