How privileged do you think you are?

Gary O' said:
How privileged do you think you are?

Not
Been around some that flaunt their self professed privilege
Tends to make me sick to my stomach

I've never identified with the 'privileged'

I've worked for them
Old money and new money
Offspring that haven't a clue, but enjoy their environs without provocation
I do my best to suppress the urge to rub their faces in the mud

Been invited to things
Not my favorite places

Guess I identify with the grunts of the world

Wrote a little story of an experience I had early on in life;



Who dost thou think thou art?

Between oil field jobs, I worked at a private golf course.
River Oaks Country Club.
Quite the area, and a good example of how things once were.
River Oaks blvd had this huge entry gate.
More symbolic than functional. It separated tiny houses outside the gate from the mansions within.

Pillared edifices with huge manicured grounds lined the boulevard,
ending with the ‘club house’, pillars, fountains, white jacketed people of color opening doors, stepping, fetching. ‘Yah, suh’.

I was mowing tees one Saturday morning,
and shut my equipment down to give the twosome a shot at the green on this par three.
These guys were owners of things, like NFL teams.
Before they got into their swing regimen I asked if any of them knew what time it was.
‘Is he talking to you?’
I didn’t realize that my ranking as a member of the human race did not rate higher than a third person,
an entity to ignore, snub, or order to bring something.

‘They wouldn’t give me the time of day’ became a reality for me that morning.
I watched the dried up bitter old geezer twist his beef jerky torso and flail his pretzel arms,
culminating in a feeble swing, sending yet another worm burner half way to the hole.

Sad, but this, among all atrocious, is what I hate most.

Yeah, there’s idiots that happen to drive, kids (18-28) that need a good spanking,
and haters that in reality fear people that are not like them, and just downright mean people.

But, I so wish for the self-appointed royalty to be brought down,
disrobed of their haughtiness, and abased in front of their subjects.
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That's a highly illustrative story. People like that have wealth but absolutely no class. When you have class, you treat everyone with the same level of courtesy and respect.

I've met house cleaners and gardeners who behaved like (and were) true ladies and gentlemen. The guy who used to paint my house came here from Peru and wound up sending his daughter to Dartmouth on a music scholarship. And I've worked for CEOs who acted like pigs and treated people like garbage.

The flip side is true too. I've had wealthy clients who were truly wonderful people. And I've known poor people who were low-class as well. But you define yourself by your behavior, not by what you were born with, or even what you've earned.

And Gary O, you are what they call a "hoot." Never stop posting!
 

JimBob1952 said:
That's a highly illustrative story. People like that have wealth but absolutely no class. When you have class, you treat everyone with the same level of courtesy and respect.

I've met house cleaners and gardeners who behaved like (and were) true ladies and gentlemen. The guy who used to paint my house came here from Peru and wound up sending his daughter to Dartmouth on a music scholarship. And I've worked for CEOs who acted like pigs and treated people like garbage.

The flip side is true too. I've had wealthy clients who were truly wonderful people. And I've known poor people who were low-class as well. But you define yourself by your behavior, not by what you were born with, or even what you've earned.

And Gary O, you are what they call a "hoot." Never stop posting!
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Right on- money can't buy character!!
 
Gary O' said:
How privileged do you think you are?

Not
Been around some that flaunt their self professed privilege
Tends to make me sick to my stomach

I've never identified with the 'privileged'

I've worked for them
Old money and new money
Offspring that haven't a clue, but enjoy their environs without provocation
I do my best to suppress the urge to rub their faces in the mud

Been invited to things
Not my favorite places

Guess I identify with the grunts of the world

Wrote a little story of an experience I had early on in life;



Who dost thou think thou art?

Between oil field jobs, I worked at a private golf course.
River Oaks Country Club.
Quite the area, and a good example of how things once were.
River Oaks blvd had this huge entry gate.
More symbolic than functional. It separated tiny houses outside the gate from the mansions within.

Pillared edifices with huge manicured grounds lined the boulevard,
ending with the ‘club house’, pillars, fountains, white jacketed people of color opening doors, stepping, fetching. ‘Yah, suh’.

I was mowing tees one Saturday morning,
and shut my equipment down to give the twosome a shot at the green on this par three.
These guys were owners of things, like NFL teams.
Before they got into their swing regimen I asked if any of them knew what time it was.
‘Is he talking to you?’
I didn’t realize that my ranking as a member of the human race did not rate higher than a third person,
an entity to ignore, snub, or order to bring something.

‘They wouldn’t give me the time of day’ became a reality for me that morning.
I watched the dried up bitter old geezer twist his beef jerky torso and flail his pretzel arms,
culminating in a feeble swing, sending yet another worm burner half way to the hole.

Sad, but this, among all atrocious, is what I hate most.

Yeah, there’s idiots that happen to drive, kids (18-28) that need a good spanking,
and haters that in reality fear people that are not like them, and just downright mean people.

But, I so wish for the self-appointed royalty to be brought down,
disrobed of their haughtiness, and abased in front of their subjects.
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Funny, our ex business partner still is a member of River Oaks I think... his dad was a golfer and he wasn't.
Wish you could have met "Morrel Cummings"...he was a great character, a contractor that built our company building.
One day our biz partner insisted we eat at the restaurant there. Now I don't care for country club "sterile" eateries, but
did go because he wanted to. As we were eating, the back of the restaurant had big windows that opened onto the golf course; all at once in "tromped ' Morrel in his muddy boots. He walked up up to the table, trailing muddy footprints along the way (as I remember it) and sat down, talking out of the left side of his mouth (some Texans do) and acting like nothing unusual had happened.

After downing an ice tea, he mumbled about the crappy golfers that left spike holes all over his newly laid "coastal Bermuda" and stomped back out. I looked at our biz partner and he shrugged saying "yeh, Morrel does work for the club, he's a member."

Gotta love it, huh. Even the high pockets have their down to earth "black sheeps" in the family. Morrel's dad had been a member and like our biz partner he'd inherited the membership, which I'm sure he, too, never used, except to do contract work there. LOL.
 
grahamg said:
You are over complicated the situation regarding my parents, because great as they both were, and of course when being administered to by black doctors or nurses they behaved perfectly, but my father expressed the view, "if a black family moves in next door to you move out!", rhetoric probably fed to him by drinking mates", and much worse things. I believe I became nonracist when I looked at Lynford Christie, UK's Olympic 100 metres champion, who held himself like a man, and I thought, "I'm not better than this man".:censored: .
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Well, as I said I didn’t know your parents so I agree with you.

A black family did move into our neighborhood when I was a child. It was called neighborhood busting by the NAACP. My father was asked by neighbors what they should do. I’ll spare you the whole story.

He asked what color money do you think they use? Green they said. He replied to the effect, well, then, leave them alone. They did. The family moved out a month later. They were looking to provoke a reaction. They didn‘t get one.

You can see where I learned that it’s all about the money for both sides.😂
 
Aneeda72 said:
Let’s see would I choose to be born black in America in a rich black family, a middle class black family, or a poor black family that loved and cared for their children. Or would I choose to be born in a white family that abused their children and beat them on a regular basis.

So hard to decide, hmm, thanks, I will be born black, loved, and spared the beatings.
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Aneeda72 said:
Let’s see would I choose to be born black in America in a rich black family, a middle class black family, or a poor black family that loved and cared for their children. Or would I choose to be born in a white family that abused their children and beat them on a regular basis.

So hard to decide, hmm, thanks, I will be born black, loved, and spared the beatings.
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That,'s a lot of conditions put on the question so that's a speculative response.
 
JimBob1952 said:
The flip side is true too. I've had wealthy clients who were truly wonderful people.
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River Oaks had those too
Thursday was lady's day
This one lady (fine looking too) would always be with her folks
Sweetest old couple that loved ever minit of life
We had many a wonderful conversation before they'd tee off
They were a threesome, so were never pressed for slow play
Some folks just know how to live
 
Gary O' said:
Sounds like it
River Oaks had their characters
Silver Dollar Jim was another one
Left big tips, all in silver dollars
Never met him
Just heard about him
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Talk about crazy Texans...when we were in South Padre Island, heard about a local grower that was reputed to leave thousand dollar tips to the wait service people at a well known hotel. Our wait person told us she got singled out one night to wait on him and sure enough, she got a grand tip!
 

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