How about this? Here’s a new rule - you can’t say anything
about a group of people unless you can call to mind somebody in that group whom
you know and after calling their face to mind you think that you would be able to say
what you were about to say as you look directly into their eyes.
Have you ever been to the University Plaza Hotel in Springfield,
Missouri? You might have been there for an event of some kind, or a dinner, or
maybe a “conference” type of deal? If you haven’t, you likely know the kind of
place it is - big fancy hotel, ornate lobby, a bunch of meeting rooms, big “ballroom”
for banquets and stuff like that.
I know a guy who works there whom I will call “Chris” for
this article. I know Chris really well. He is not my friend by any means.
However I am well acquainted with him, since I have been intimately involved
with his life for over two years now.
Chris works at University Plaza Hotel; he washes dishes. Do
you have a general idea of how much a banquet facility like that charges per
plate? If the hotel sells three meals, that takes care of paying Chris for his
entire minimum wage shift, and then some. And they could almost cover it with
two. Two plates - you and the person sitting next to you - Chris’s check for
the entire day.
Chris rides his bike to work, because he and his girlfriend
cannot afford to keep a car. He is strong, he works hard, he never misses a
shift. He is almost always tired. I cannot begin to comprehend the stress he
must be under.
They had been renting a house. The plywood of the front
porch slopes away from the front door. Every doorway from one room to another
in the house is crooked. The foundation is cracked and crumbling. The roof is a
disaster. To my great shame I confess that I would never ever live in a house
like this.
Actually they don’t live there anymore; they could not
afford the rent, even on such a house. So there’s a motel in north Springfield
that basically changed their name from “Motel” to “Apartments” without doing
much of anything else that I can tell. Now Chris and his girlfriend live there,
in what’s called a “studio apartment,” but is really just a motel room with a
curtain hung across the middle to divide the space if desired.
So that’s Chris. He is not lazy. He does not have an
inflated sense of “entitlement,” a word that politicians have rendered almost
meaningless. What Chris wants is a standard of living that would allow him to
get married and raise his son, to be healthy and just be able to live a decent
life.
It is Chris’s face that comes to mind whenever I hear
anybody say something about “the poor.” Admittedly I do not have as much
experience working in impoverished communities as some do, but nevertheless I have
a lot more than some. And I always think about Chris when somebody starts in on
how “all they do is scam the system” and “you know they’re just looking
for a handout” and “I don’t want something I earned to be given to someone else
because they should have to earn it” and so forth.
Of course there absolutely are people who choose not to work and make
a career of going from charity to charity getting aid. But in all honesty my
experience has been they are an extremely small percentage - like in the single
digits.
I always wonder about people who so blithely write off “the
poor” as just lazy good-for-nothings, or as somehow inherently dangerous, or as
moochers living ungratefully off the hard work of others. In particular I
wonder how much time they have spent in impoverished communities. I wonder if they've ever been inside a house that they would never dream of living in. I
wonder if they've spent any time getting to know the person they deliver that
pretty food basket to, or do they just drive up, drop it off, and dash away.
I wonder if they have a “Chris” whose face they call to mind
when they talk about the poor.
And I wonder if they would really have said what they just
said if they did.