I have no idea how much credibility I have on this subject. I've never been poor, never even been close to being poor, and the major reason, as far as I can tell, is that my parents weren't poor either, which meant they could afford to subsidize a university education for me, and we happened to live in a city with a good university, so I lived at home. Dad was always pretty clear about that: you can stay here as long as you're going to school and we'll help in whatever ways are necessary, but once you're out of school, you're out of here as soon as you find work. And you better be looking... But that was a long time ago and times were different, so Dad's position wasn't as harsh as it would appear these days. It seemed perfectly reasonable to me, and was fully in accord with what I wanted as well. I got a good job almost as soon as I started looking. My first house cost $18,900, at a time when I was earning about $12,000 a year. Paid it off in 5 years, and by then it was worth $35,000. The house I live in now I could probably sell for around $180,000, and if it were in Calgary or Vancouver or Toronto it'd be worth at least $500,000.
I'm not poor because my parents gave me a boost, same as I've done for my children. They're not poor either. I think that's one of the keys. Many of the poor people in the city where I live are 4th and 5th generation in poverty, and with some few exceptions it's not because they're stupid or lazy. It's because they have no marketable skills, they cannot afford post-secondary education and many of them are so poorly educated they don't even grasp the value of education, so the cycle repeats. And in many cases--about 20,000 at last estimate--it's also partly because they're aboriginal. There is a subtle but vicious prejudice at work in this town. It's public knowledge, for instance, how much Social Services will pay for housing, and any rental property worth living in is consistently priced just above that.
Education is the only reliable ticket out that I know of, but the poverty subculture doesn't value education very highly. Those few who do make it out are often besieged by family and friends looking for support, and they can't give it without beggaring themselves again, they don't have the resources, so they have to either cut themselves off or sink back down. It's a vicious cycle that sickens and saddens me. I volunteer with Habitat for Humanity to try to help out, and I've taught basic computer knowledge to people enrolled in various skill improvement programs targetted at the underemployed and unemployed urban poor in my town. But it's just a drop in the ocean.
I think "constant state of dread" overstates it a bit. "Constant state of low level anxiety" seems closer to the mark to me. But most of the poor I've encountered personally seem remarkably cheerful and happy-go-lucky most of the time (except when I sit down with them at their kitchen table to figure out their income tax return)... maybe that's part of the problem? I can't pretend I really understand it, because it's a situation I've never personally faced.
I'm not poor because my parents gave me a boost, same as I've done for my children. They're not poor either. I think that's one of the keys. Many of the poor people in the city where I live are 4th and 5th generation in poverty, and with some few exceptions it's not because they're stupid or lazy. It's because they have no marketable skills, they cannot afford post-secondary education and many of them are so poorly educated they don't even grasp the value of education, so the cycle repeats. And in many cases--about 20,000 at last estimate--it's also partly because they're aboriginal. There is a subtle but vicious prejudice at work in this town. It's public knowledge, for instance, how much Social Services will pay for housing, and any rental property worth living in is consistently priced just above that.
Education is the only reliable ticket out that I know of, but the poverty subculture doesn't value education very highly. Those few who do make it out are often besieged by family and friends looking for support, and they can't give it without beggaring themselves again, they don't have the resources, so they have to either cut themselves off or sink back down. It's a vicious cycle that sickens and saddens me. I volunteer with Habitat for Humanity to try to help out, and I've taught basic computer knowledge to people enrolled in various skill improvement programs targetted at the underemployed and unemployed urban poor in my town. But it's just a drop in the ocean.
I think "constant state of dread" overstates it a bit. "Constant state of low level anxiety" seems closer to the mark to me. But most of the poor I've encountered personally seem remarkably cheerful and happy-go-lucky most of the time (except when I sit down with them at their kitchen table to figure out their income tax return)... maybe that's part of the problem? I can't pretend I really understand it, because it's a situation I've never personally faced.