A little boy walked up to his mother and said, "Momma, are we poor?" The lady looked down at her soon and said, "Child please, we aren't poor, we just don't have a lot. Don't look like you missing any meals. We gots all me we need. Now go and take a bath, it's time to get your butt in the bed." From the time I was a little boy, I knew about the class structure in the United States. I knew that on the Northside of Milledgeville in the more affluent neighborhoods lived the upper class citizens. For those families that were making it, but were one paycheck from the welfare line, those were the middle class families. In the households where we only went grocery shopping on the first of the month, there was only enough money to pay the a portion of the light bill, and where you went back-to-school shopping in your older brother's closet was the lower class. This three class system has ruled the United States for years. My mother told me that we were n...
You enter a room and the people end their tasks and instantly gaze at you! They rush over to you anxiously anticipating what you're going to say. Your conversation and mannerisms are well polished with the very best of what the American educational system has to offer. The content of your conversation flows over a large array of topics and interests. Your dialect reeks of Southern persuasion. Your skin bleeds all shades of brown. You keep them coming back. You have just created "The Experience".