By David Bozeman
I'm not here to go on a political rant. I'm here neither to endorse nor condemn any candidate for political office. But with the nomination of Senator J.D. Vance for vice-president, Hillbilly Elegy, both the film and the book, are enjoying renewed attention.
With all due respect to J.D. "I never forget where I came from" Vance, there's nothing new here. Poor/working class Americans (mostly small-town and rural) stay forgotten by polite society - till election season rolls around and their latest champion arrives on the scene. The opinion makers, who thumb their noses at their white trash fellow citizens, breathlessly report that a significant swath of America has been ravaged by globalism and social decay. Who knew?!
Election hysteria always subsides, and our nation's forgotten retreat to the margins and toil away silently until their next eloquent speaker takes the stage. While I don't consider myself poor or a hillbilly, I am a blue-collar cousin. I speak not from Vance's perspective but largely from my own. I offer just a few pointers to the politicians and academics who step forward periodically to the ride the tattered coattails of America's forgotten.
1). We rarely identify ourselves collectively and do not necessarily see ourselves as victims. We don't actively shun politics and social activism, but it's not all gloom and doom out in the sticks. The savior trope and the idea that we define ourselves by our economic and financial disadvantages have grown tedious, at least to those of us of a certain age. We have exhausted our stores of gratitude for those who deign to recognize us when its beneficial to them. To be fair, a number of great authors deserve kudos for exposing the sad truths of America's underbelly, Nancy Isenberg (White Trash - The 400-year Untold History of Class in America) being one. Props as well to Senator Vance, who founded Ohio Renewal, aimed at raising expectations for disadvantaged youth. Nonetheless, we time-card punchers consider our calloused, underpaid hands a source of bragging rights. All we ask is to still matter in an ever-changing economic landscape without surrendering our individual and cultural identities. Reminder: those of us who live in trailer parks do not necessarily envy your gated communities.
2). The plight of the poor/working class is usually symbolized by gray depictions of boarded-up factories. But the other void swallowing our lives is one that politicians alone can't fill.
Aside from the shuttered businesses dotting rural America, empty churches represent the social decay of community and tradition. Bowling alleys, once staples of fun and fellowship, still exist, but they are few and far between (with no shortage of vape shops, tattoo parlors and, in lieu of family dinner time, fast food establishments). Over the decades, first-time marriages have been delayed into the 30s - and some shun marriage altogether. The experts mechanically recite numbers, but the relationship deficit is the hardest to measure. Our nation's forgotten, particularly males, toil away alone, with few friends or meaningful connections. Their unaddressed pain is a breeding ground for drug and alcohol addiction, homelessness, suicide and other social maladies.
To those of you who want to know what life is like for poor, working-class Americans - talk to one of us. Hillbilly Elegy is a great introduction, but let us talk to each other, even people we don't know. J.D. Vance may well inspire you, but YOU could be the inspiration and encouragement that someone needs. Instead of getting jazzed up every election cycle over the latest rags-to-riches rock star, be your own rock star. The forgotten American does not have to see himself as a blight on our nation's greatness but rather an untapped reservoir
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