“My college debt” - I didn’t go to college because my family and I couldn’t afford it. You took out a loan for services rendered and it’s only fair that you pay it back as agreed upon.
“I can’t find a job” - Have you tried everywhere? Factories? Fast food? Are you looking right now or are you complaining on the internet?
“My medical bills” - They suck. I know. Trust me. I work three jobs to make sure my debts are paid off. Nonetheless, Wall Street won’t pay them for you.
“They foreclosed on my house” - Because you didn’t pay the mortgage that you agreed to pay.
What would you do if you were among the “1%” right now? Give away all your money to strangers will outstanding college loans? You’re rallying against the rich because you are in debt. We live in a capitalist society. No one is going to freely distribute their wealth to you. You have to earn your money.
I don’t understand you at all.
I’m just going to add a little story here. At a time before I was a twinkle in his eye, my dad had, from what I know, a good job, high-clearance position with the Army Map Service. It was a specialized field so once he left, there weren’t a lot of jobs that he wasn’t either really over-qualified or under-qualified for.
Many of the years of my childhood were during a really sucky economic spell. But I can’t remember my dad not working. At 50 years of age he took a job as a manual laborer on a lumber yard in the steaming hot conditions of a NOLA summer. He had the type of skin the dermatologist told him would get too much sun if he lived in a cave. But he slathered on as much sunscreen as he could, downed salt pills and hot, heavy steel-toed boots and went to work every day.
I doubt that was his dream job. It might not have been the job he wanted but it was the job he had. And he did it and he did it well and he moved up the ladder as best he could. He developed skin cancer at one point but kept working. Then he was diagnosed with colon cancer. He had surgery and didn’t require any additional treatments but we then learned that his company had discontinued part of the medical coverage and so we were left with the thousands of dollars of bills for the surgeon.
My mom found ways to save and worked out a payment plan with the doctor. She would pay $25 a week. And she did that over and over until we had paid off the bill. And when I wanted to come to New York with the rest of my dance class to a dance convention and competition, she helped me set up a yard sale. And when I wanted to make a few extra bucks I would go to work with my dad on weekends and I would get the half from his time and a half overtime hours.
When my mom lost her home after Katrina I told everyone not to wait for people to do things for them. If they wanted to rebuild, they would have to roll up their sleeves and get their hands dirty. I worked countless hours of overtime and now take side projects because I made a commitment when I signed those mortgage papers.
Capitalism offers opportunities, not guarantees. That is not to say that there are not those truly in need of a hand up. But when those who are able choose to stand on the side and complain they are as guilty of arrogance as those who don’t accept the responsibility that comes with extreme good fortune. Sharing the wealth can take on many forms.