Friday, January 22, 2016

"White Privilege"

Comment by taminator013 on Portland College Reaps Angry Feedback After Launch...

 And finally, just a coal miner and his daughters–no feminist poets ...
 A coal miner and his daughters

Yeah, I should be hated because I'm white and came from privilege. My ancestors on both sides of the family came here in the late 1800s, well after slavery was abolished. Most of them worked in the coal mines for not much more than slave wages. My grandfather ended up with a crippled hand from a cave in and contracted black lung aka miner's asthma. A great uncle died in a cave in and anothers leg was crushed by a coal car.My other grandfather and his sister grew up in an orphanage. Both my parents were depression babies. When I was little my father worked for Westinghouse. When things got slow the company would furlough half the workers for a week and then call them back for a week. This way they couldn't collect any unemployment benefits, so they were only earning half wages for a long time. Pretty hard to feed a family and pay the bills. Yeah, I can see where I should be hated for coming from privilege and affluence.

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Comment by gamegetter II

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White privilege?

My family settled in the mountains of what is now W.Va between the towns of Parsons and Elkins in the late 1700's

My great grandfather was a blacksmith by trade,he also set up a sawmill, felled all the trees to saw into lumber to build a 6 bedroom farmhouse-a house that is still standing, and still owned by family.

All the food was grown on the land,an apple orchard was planted,hen houses and barns were built, cattle, and hogs were raised. there was a huge vegetable garden,cornfields, wheat,barley, and rye was grown.

There was a still to turn some of the corn and rye into whiskey.

Extra crops,critters and blacksmith work was traded for cash or bartered for goods needed.

My great grandparents had 13 kids,when they were grown-the men moved a couple hours away,and went to work in the coal mines around Fairmont W.Va. Some went farther away and worked steel mill jobs in Pittsburgh,or Wierton W.Va. A couple went even farther and worked the shipyards up and down the east coast.

Many used the money they earned to attend college,so their children had it better,and didn't have to risk being killed in the mines.

Most fought in WWI,their children fought in WWII and/or Korea,their children fought in Vietnam,the next generation fought in the first gulf war,the current generation fought or is fighting in Iraq/Afghanistan.

Where's the privilege?

From my great grandfathers family,down to my family,we all worked for a living,we worked lousy jobs when we had no other work,we bartered for things we didn't have the $$$ for, none of us ever sat on our asses and expected "the government" to take care of us.

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 Comment by taminator013

Great post, gamegetter. It's hard to imagine how hard life was for families back in those days. When the coal mines started getting played out in western PA where my family settled, my great, great grandfather and great grandfather went to Scotch Coulee, Montana with two of his brothers to work in the mines and sent what little money they could back home. There was no government assistance to rely on in 1910. The coal company owned all the land in the area and the miners had to rent a plot to live on from them for $8/year. They built their own houses, dug wells and outhouses and the women and children grew what little food that they could. Everyone had to pitch in from almost the time that they learned how to walk. I do feel "privileged" to have had that ethic passed down to me through the generations. I imagine that a lot of readers here feel the same............

I have some old family photos from back in those days that are very similar to the ones in the header. They are a great reminder of how easy we have it now compared to our ancestors. 

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"A Country Doctor"
Comment by Phillip

I am a cancer surgeon. Spent 17 years after high school becoming what I am. Worked full time at night as a pharmacist I'm medical school, moonlit as an ER doctor and trauma surgeon during residency and fellowship so I had no loans, raising three children. Grew up in a family pharmacy, mother was a teacher. That pharmacy, which burned twice, was established in 1923 by a German immigrant who came in 1904 and worked at a foundry in New York until he saved enough money to move to Texas and start a business. The teacher's family came through Galveston in the 1870s and sharecropped. Her father and mother, my grandparents, lost two infants to winter illness living in a tar-paper shack on the south Texas blackland prairie, and never owned a home until their surviving seven children bought one for them. 

No one studied for me, worked for me, gave me a grant, sat for exams for me, took my call, worked my hundred-hour weeks, laid awake endless nights worrying about sick patients, or endured the cumulative sadness of patients, who become friends, dying and the looks on my childrens' faces as I leave yet another event to go tend to a patient.

No, no one did it for me but they sure can hate me for my privilege of doing it all, and tax me proportionately.

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  1. Thanks for elevating my comment into a post. I've been wanting to say what I did for a long time. It makes me angry every time I hear the term "white privilege". The picture that you topped the post with is also very telling of where a lot of us came from. Each generation can have it easier than the one before it. As has mine. This is done by hard work and doing what needs to be done. Not by hating people who may have it a little better than you and blaming them for your misfortunes. Your life is what you make it, good or bad, for the most part.

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    1. This is done by hard work and doing what needs to be done. Not by hating people who may have it a little better than you and blaming them for your misfortunes. Your life is what you make it, good or bad, for the most part.

      Exactly, but collectivists aren't interested in anything but controlling others. Thanks.

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  2. I just did a post as well on it Brock. I destroyed the "white privilege" BS. And yes, I'm pissed about it. Great post Tam!

    http://thebeardedbackyarder.blogspot.com/2016/01/just-few-random-thoughts.html

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  3. White privilege?
    My family settled in the mountains of what is now W.Va between the towns of Parsons and Elkins in the late 1700's
    My great grandfather was a blacksmith by trade,he also set up a sawmill,felled all the trees to saw into lumber to build a 6 bedroom farmhouse-a house that is still standing,and still owned by family.
    All the food was grown on the land,an apple orchard was planted,hen houses and barns were built,cattle,and hogs were raised. there was a huge vegetable garden,cornfields,wheat,barley,and rye was grown.
    There was a still to turn somke of the corn and rye into whiskey.
    Extra crops,critters and blacksmith work was traded for cash or bartered for goods needed.
    My great grandparents had 13 kids,when they were grown-the men moved a couple hours away,and went to work in the coal mines around Fairmont W.Va. Some went farther away and worked steel mill jobs in Pittsburgh,or Wierton W.Va. A couple went even farther and worked the shipyards up and down the east coast.
    Many used the money they earned to attend college,so their children had it better,and didn't have to risk being killed in the mines.
    Most fought in WWI,their children fought in WWII and/or Korea,their children fought in Vietnam,the next generation fought in the first gulf war,the current generation fought or is fighting in Iraq/Afghanistan.
    Where's the privilege?
    From my great grandfathers family,down to my family,we all worked for a living,we worked lousy jobs when we had no other work,we bartered for things we didn't have the $$$ for,but none of us ever sat on our asses and expected "the government" to take care of us.

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    1. Thanks and will add this to the main article.

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    2. White Privilege is being able to and working!

      Cousin Bill

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    3. Great post, gamegetter. It's hard to imagine how hard life was for families back in those days. When the coal mines started getting played out in western PA where my family settled, my great, great grandfather and great grandfather went to Scotch Coulee, Montana with two of his brothers to work in the mines and sent what little money they could back home. There was no government assistance to rely on in 1910. The coal company owned all the land in the area and the miners had to rent a plot to live on from them for $8/year. They built their own houses, dug wells and outhouses and the women and children grew what little food that they could. Everyone had to pitch in from almost the time that they learned how to walk. I do feel "privileged" to have had that ethic passed down to me through the generations. I imagine that a lot of readers here feel the same............

      I have some old family photos from back in those days that are very similar to the ones in the header. They are a great reminder of how easy we have it now compared to our ancestors.

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  4. I am a cancer surgeon. Spent 17 years after high school becoming what I am. Worked full time at night as a pharmacist I'm medical school, moonlit as an ER doctor and trauma surgeon during residency and fellowship so I had no loans, raising three children. Grew up in a family pharmacy, mother was a teacher. That pharmacy, which burned twice, was established in 1923 by a German immigrant who came in 1904 and worked at a foundry in New York until he saved enough money to move to Texas and start a business. The teacher's family came through Galveston in the 1870s and sharecropped. Her father and mother, my grandparents, lost two infants to winter illness living in a tar-paper shack on the south Texas blackland prairie, and never owned a home until their surviving seven children bought one for them.
    No one studied for me, worked for me, gave me a grant, sat for exams for me, took my call, worked my hundred-hour weeks, laid awake endless nights worrying about sick patients, or endured the cumulative sadness of patients, who become friends, dying and the looks on my childrens' faces as I leave yet another event to go tend to a patient.
    No, no one did it for me but they sure can hate me for my privilege of doing it all, and tax me proportionately.

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    1. Thank you and added at the top. My Father was a Country Doctor.

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    2. Via Sister Anne

      Very interesting. When I was growing up there were very poor people living out in the Free State. When they came to school they were clean & neat. The girls’ dresses were often made of flour sacks. The sacks were pretty so that they could be reused. Very little was thrown away in our home. My grandparents lived through the Depression & they nor the next generation forgot it.

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