A
Question of Class
The return of Downton Abbey on PBS Sunday evening brings
to mind the whole “class” system. Wasn’t it great seeing Shirley McClaine and
Maggie Smith go at each other. They
brought 1920s societal differences between America and England to the fore in
great style. The Labour Party in England claims that one’s birth is still the
most important aspect of anyone’s life in Great Britain.
There is a great tongue-in-cheek
site on the British class system at:
Some material is
somewhat objectionable, so be forewarned. The British humor shines through
however. They break down the class system in Great Britain: Middle, Lower,
Working, Lower Middle, Middle-Middle, Upper-Middle, and Upper. Some of the
material is hilarious. As this quote says, “The British are in a class of their
own, old bean”—Noel Coward on British Class.
Maybe we don’t have a class
system in America and maybe we do. It still seems to be a fact of life in our
country that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.
When I was growing up in
the South End, we as kids were not aware of any class system in play in the
area. Even among Southenders there were different sets of wealth and un-wealth.
But like everywhere in the world, when a bunch of kids get together to play
they don’t see differences such as race, socio-ecomonic status, intelligence
level, and the like. If you wanted to play ball or other games you could always
find a bunch of kids willing to join you.
Unfortunately, prejudice
and “class differences” are learned. We are taught our place in the world by
the adults who raise us; the adults we are exposed to in our daily lives. We in
turn, just as unfortunately, may pass on that information to our own children.
Class systems can result
in war; in rebellion; in drug and alcohol addiction; in personal depression and
loss of hope for our own futures.
Were we as kids in the
South End taught not to expect too much out of life; to not have any dreams for
the future? I don't think so. My mother always used to say, “Just do the
best that you can.” As I have talked about before in this blog space, there are many leaders who came out of the South End. Some of them are known internationally. We are all proud of them for
being Southenders with the guts to follow their dreams.
As an adult coming back
to Maine to visit I overheard a person who was not a Southender, say of an
unkempt man sitting on a stool down at the Lobster Festival, “he must be a
Southender.” That statement was followed by a scornful giggle. My friend and I,
both former Southenders, who were helping out in this particular booth said,
“Be careful of what you say. We are both from the South End ourselves.” Of
course the guy tried to backtrack real fast, but it was too late.
From what I have seen and read about the South End in recent years, I see a very different place from
the one I grew up in. Of course all the fancy restaurants and shore development
make a big difference.
Have the people changed
too? I do still see some disadvantaged people on South End streets, but I’m
also aware that we now have artists’ studios in the area. They may be a new
“class” of Southenders who are still not privileged financially. The phrase
“starving artist” comes to mind. I wish them well and hope the practice of
having a special day to visit these studios continues.
My
Own Bucket List for the Future
This Southender has her
own dreams. Age has not diminished them. Last year I listed some things I
wanted to do before I died. More travel to places like Hawaii and Australia.
Attending a WNBA championship game. Moving back to Maine. Getting in touch with
more friends from my past. Attending the
Rose Bowl Parade. Attending the Ellen Degeneris show. Being a contestant on the
Wheel of Fortune at the same time that Nanci is a contestant on Jeopardy. She
takes the test for the seventh time (which she always passes) tomorrow online.
Crossing my fingers on that one.
I did get in touch with
some old friends in the past year. Unfortunately, I found out my old friend,
Hedi Bak has passed away. However, I have enjoyed a re-connection with an old
college friend and later roommate, Luci Valiant Currier who lives in Florida.
We hope to revisit Maine together including our old alma mater down east and
eating in our old college restaurant, Helen's.
I haven’t managed to
cross anything else off my list yet, but I still dream about them.
One thing I have added
to the list is finishing my second book. It’s close to being a first draft at
this point. It will be a book of short stories with a South End flavor. I think
you’ll enjoy it.
Never let your “class”
hold you back. On the other hand, if we lived in a “classless” society not
unlike the one in George Orwell’s book, 1984,
what would we have to aspire to? Being a little poor, a little
disadvantaged, can sometimes bring good things into your life later on. Those
people who have struggles in their early lives often appreciate their lives
more than those born with a silver spoon in their mouth. We all love good rags
to riches stories after all, don’t we?
Follow your dreams…and
thanks for listening.
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ReplyDeleteFrom my friend, Bill Pease:
ReplyDeleteThanks for this insightful essay on class and prejudice, Sandra. You're right. As that fine and moving song in SOUTH PACIFIC said: "You've got to be carefully taught!"-- this prejudice, by the adults who raised us, if we are so unfortunate, and by those we come in contact with later in life. It doesn't come with us naturally.
You've got a second book in the works! That's worth a grand Hooray! And "a book of short stories with a South End flavor" sounds just right. I'm looking forward to it. I've got to tell my old friend and RHS Class of 1952 classmate and fellow musician, Ted Strong (himself a Southender) about it if he doesn't know already.
And I hope both you and Nanci have a very happy new year. Follow your dreams-- I like that advice.
From Sara Sylvester Tavares: In 1967 as a nursing student we were attending science class at Northeastern U in Boston. One of our classes was to write a two page essay that told what class we and our families were in according to this formula he gave us. I think we came out lower middle class as our dad was a blue collar guy. The interesting thing was one category which was considered "lower" class was first generation children of immigrants. We happened to have 2 in our class! Their essays were very short! Can you imagine categorizing people like that!
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