After reading the recent letter from Brent Rains, “Privilege and guilt,” all I can say is “Amen.”
My family have been sod-busters in this part of the country since before the Civil War, working day in and day out just to eke out whatever meager existence they could. There was no whining about “fairness,” just the determination to bust their humps every day in order to provide for their families.
The only “privilege” my ancestors had known was having enough scraps of material on hand so they could sew two or three patches on their work clothes instead of just one.
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