We all work with what we got. So what if I’m a rube – I am well-scrubbed. I’m also someone who can pass. Put me in my pink and Kelly green bag in a room full of curator types and they will think I was born with a silver frigging spoon in my mouth (I was not). I am a WASP by birth and religion and color only, but not in any financial background sense. There is no trust but I can be trusted which I value more… I wonder why others do not. I’ve certainly been called a WASP in a very derogative and pejorative way and even had an argument with someone who so much believed this about me and felt that I was so superior (I was not, am not, her drug addled mind created this fantasy) that one day, in my own driveway, it came to blows. Can you imagine?
“Go back to your f..ing country,” she shouted. “Go back to your horse riding and your silver spoon” and then shoved me hard, and yes, you bet, I put my hand against her windpipe and said, Try me because the truth is, the truth the truth I am here to admit and out myself, Yes, I grew up in the projects so if you don’t want to talk to me, hire me, be my friend etc, then you may as well know now. Your perception of me, if the above, was all wrong. But you knew that. You’ve read me here long enough to know the truth.
Or The Truth. Or perhaps not. All I can say is who I am and where I come from will always be a part of who I am and that I was the first in my family to break the blue-collar boundary and make my way into a somewhat privileged life and attend college (at my own expense) and graduate with a double degree, I’m still pissed off that I had to do all this myself and didn’t have some mummy and daddy trust fund to it. I am balanced with a chip on both shoulders as they say.