Working With ClassPosted January 11th, 2011 by mclaugke
My battle for the last couple of weeks has been around my social class. Looking back on my past, I realize that my experience growing up contains polar opposite dimensions of social class. I grew up with a family that consisted of a mother, brother, and stepfather. All of us lived in a manufactured home park. We seemed to barely scratch by every week. There were a couple of times that we couldn’t afford electricity or water and would have to go to the YMCA to take a shower. When I was younger, I remember my parents moving cars from place to place in fear that they would be repossessed. We actually had a boat and a truck repossessed by the bank.
This lifestyle affected me at school as well. Since we didn’t have a lot of money, I only had a couple of shirts that had to make it through the week. Normally, I would wear the same pants twice or maybe even three times a week. I was teased and ridiculed. I remember a friend asking me, “Hey Kam, do you know that you live in a trailer park?” With this background, I would identify as lower or working class.
However, the flip side would be what my extended family was able to provide me. I have grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles who are all in upper-middle to upper class. They have taken me on trips to Disney Land, Mexico, and China. They provided me with designer brand clothing, given me a loan to buy a car, and much more. They are able to provide me with the opportunity to access wealth. Similarly, I lived with my girlfriend’s family because my mom and stepfather were going through a divorce. They live in upper-middle class, and I had complete access to all the benefits that they received from having that identity. Most importantly, with all these connections, I have gained the ability to live fluently in a upper-middle class environment.
I am still struggling with this. I don’t know if to identify as upper-middle class or lower-working class. Although with my immediate family I experienced lower-working class life, my extended family provided me with access to wealth and the lifestyle that came with it. For example, at my girlfriend’s house, I usually wash dishes with soap and water until they are virtually clean before placing them in the dishwasher because I don’t have a dishwasher that worked very well. This is my clash with owning the identity of middle class or working class, and I am still working through it today.
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