Most of my ancestors where dirt floor poor, still had outhouses in the late sixties, some even into the seventies, one of my dads choirs as a kid was to empty the slop bucket(he’s 67). My grandfather built his crab-shop by laying bricks with his own hands, Hurricane Camille washed a tree through it, he and my dad built it back with savings. A few years later it burned down, having previously exhausted his savings he took different jobs at shipyards, even dragged my father to most as a two for one price deal, to afford to buy materials to rebuild. He started my family off better than before, but I started out picking shrimp, shaking crab pots, and tonging oysters on the deck of my fathers boat, we did ok fishing. My dad, brother, and myself started our shop in the mid nineties and it was work, often times I had to go tong oysters to supplement loses while starting out. I would not receive a check or often $100 a week. We had hurricane Katrina shut us down for almost a month due to health dep regulations that after a flood you’re required to repermit along with damage caused, and the loss of $$$$$$ of product. Then just as I’m turning it back around along came BP and I was shut down for almost 8 months, the gulf was simply closed. Lost customers all over, but we stayed at it, learned to diversify and got into rental houses as a way to help float through the bad times. My grandfather had 6 brothers and sisters, only two of his siblings families have amounted to anything, a couple work for me, and not very reliably at that. One of those brothers rode trains acrossed the country as a hobo.
Point is some people will make it, and some won’t.
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clearly white privilege...Obama said you didn't build that...