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Why Do We Have To Fall Into The Cracks?

Falling Into The Cracks

A black woman and a black man got into a philosophical debate about the condition of our society and our willingness to let entire segments of our community to suffer an existence without hope. They were family. The woman was the man’s aunt. She was about fifty and he was about twenty. The sister is old school and very conservative. The brother is a young adult still trying to find his way and trying to get answer to some questions that are pressing on his conscience. The brother wants to know why in America, supposedly the greatest country in the world why we would let entire communities suffer with inadequate schooling, healthcare, employment, and other things that are important for establishing a standard a comfortable life while other communities are making money hand over fist? More pointedly, why are people in the black community more likely to suffer?

Sister girl didn’t have a problem with the condition of the black community. She lives in a beautiful upscale neighborhood in one of America’s top cities of opportunity for African Americans. All the years of struggle have paid off handsomely for her family. She and her husband, even their teenage son, drive Mercedes-Benz, although the boy’s is a bit older. There were a number of times when they needed help and could’ve lost their house. There was a time not too long ago when no one in the house had medical coverage. They were just an accident away from losing everything and falling into an irrecoverable pit of financial ruin.

But they were lucky. They had family that could help them when finances turned slim. They were able to avoid serious injury or sickness. The husband managed to land a job with a financing company. The woman landed employment. Even the son managed to get a part time job and alleviate some of the pressures of the house by taking care of his own needs without having to strain the parent’s pockets. They eeked through and now they’re sitting fairly pretty.

The brother came from a family where only the father worked. Mom stayed at home and raised this man and his sister. Times were tight. His father worked a manufacturing job and was laid off on a regular basis. Thanks to a strong union the family had some of the best medical coverage available in America despite the regular layoffs. But those layoffs took a toll on their savings. The children grew up and went to college. But because of finances they had to pay their own way as they stayed at home. The son started going to college. But working and school was a rather difficult combination. He dropped out of school after the first year. He’d like to go back but he isn’t sure what he’d like to go back for. He needs to do some searching to find out what it is he wants to do. His sister went on to get her degree, got married, and is doing fairly well.

To answer his questions the woman told him that in a society like ours somebody has got to fall through the cracks. People have to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps and make sacrifice. But the brother responded by pointing out that the only reason the woman was able to avoid ruin was because she was lucky. She was lucky that her husband found a good job. She was lucky that her son didn’t get sick. She was lucky that she had family that could help her when she had money problems. Why are some people more lucky than others? Would you be willing to help someone else?

Luck was only part of it. The woman and her family had to work hard just like everyone else. It is true some people have it easier than others. But somebody in their family had to pay the dues that allowed them to have it easier. Her son is lucky that the woman and her husband paid their dues. Now, he can benefit from it. Our society allows people to do the things necessary for people to succeed. Unfortunately, our society is also setup so that some people will fail. Some people have to fall through the cracks. While some people are lucky some people are destined to be left behind and suffer. It’s all part of the way we choose to live.

But why does someone have to fall through the cracks? When we see someone fall aren’t we supposed to stop and help them up? Isn’t that what a community of people is for? Instead of helping each other most of us are actually pushing others into the cracks. Why don’t we stop and work together to fill the crack so nobody has to fall? Isn’t that the whole point of community? You would’ve fallen through the cracks if you didn’t have family to rely on. Doesn’t that ever bother you some time? Don’t you ever think how about how close you came to losing it all and then ending up in a position where you couldn’t start over because the hole you fell in was so deep?

But I didn’t fall through. Somebody else paid the dues necessary to help me. I will pay the dues necessary to help my son. Hopefully, when he has kids he’ll help them. It’s unfortunate that you don’t have the cushion of safety I have but that’s not society’s fault. That is just a condition of you and your family’s inability to do what’s necessary to make it. Why didn’t your mother go to work? Why didn’t your father find another job when he was laid off? If both of your parents had worked maybe you wouldn’t be asking these questions and be in the predicament you’re in right now. Somebody’s got to pay dues.

Well, we’re family. Since you’re my aunt why don’t you help me?

Help you do what? You don’t know what you want to do. But regardless I’m not responsible for you. Your parents are.

But not everybody who helped you was your parents. You got help from a lot of people when you needed it.

But we had to go and do what we could to pay all those people back. That was their choice to help us or not. If they didn’t want to help I just had to live with that. We’re still working to pay them back and we will. Right now they understand that we are doing what we can to pay them back. We can’t help you until we get out from under some of our debt. And then we have our son to take care of. It’s all about choices and making the right decisions.

But wouldn’t we all be more likely to make the right decisions if we weren’t so afraid that it would be the wrong decision. You make the wrong choice in this society and you will never recover. You don’t even have to make the wrong decision somebody will make a bad move and they’ll impact you. Somebody else will be drunk behind the wheel of their car, hit you, you end up in the hospital. They don’t have insurance, you don’t have insurance, and the next thing you know you’re losing everything. I didn’t make the wrong decision. But it’s like somebody is there just waiting to push me off the cliff into that crack. There’s got to be something better than this.

Somebody’s got to fall through the crack.

But why?

Wednesday, February 27, 2008 - Posted by | African Americans, Black Community, Black History, Black People, Capitalism, Life, Philosophy, Racism, Thoughts, Unemployment, Universal Healthcare

4 Comments »

  1. That is how it always is. Someone has to fall through the cracks just not me or mine. I don’t care if “others” fall through the cracks. The problem is with this thinking is that we are so willing to let other people fall through the cracks without helping. But then when it is us who is on the brink we want everyone to help us. You see it everyday on the news. Joe Blow or Jane Crow are just crying their eyes out because their insurance company dropped them when they were in need of surgery. Or they are losing their house due to the mortgage meltdown.

    When you could see these same people before their impending calamity claiming that people need to get good jobs and then they would have health insurance or that they don’t agree that healthcare should be provided for all people. Also that if people hadn’t of been trying to live above their means they wouldn’t have lost their houses. But now that it is them they are looking for the same handout that they said others shouldn’t be asking for.

    Thanks BrotherP for the great post.

    Comment by theblacksentinel | Wednesday, February 27, 2008 | Reply

  2. Exactly!

    Comment by anonymous | Sunday, April 13, 2008 | Reply

  3. IM NOT BLACK. BUT ALL MY LIFE COMING FROM FAMILY OF DYSFUNCTIONAL LOW MENTALITY MD. I WAS TREATED LIKE THE ARTIFICIAL NIGGER. I WAS TAKEN FROM A HONOR STUDENT BY A DELUSIONAL FATHER AND ABUSED TO KEEP ME FROM BEING HIS DELUSION OF ARTIST. A TERRORIST. MY LIFE TURNED FROM BLESSED TO TRAGIC. I WAS THE HIGH ACHEIVER OVERCOMER OF A HEALTH ISSUE ONLY TO BE TAKEN TO HELL , AND NOT ONE PERSON STOPPED WHAT WAS GOING ON. IN A KIDS HEAD U ASSUME SOMEONE WILL COME BETWEEN THIS BEFORE HE DESTROYED MY TALENT MIND AND MY DRUG FREE LIFE. MY SISTER WHO HAD TAKEN NOT OF ME AS A KID SOLD ME OUT WHEN THIS TOOK PLACE , ALL HTE FAMILY HAD SOME KIND OF DRUG ISSUE. I GOT OVER ONE ISSUE AND REFUSED TO LET THEM BRING IT BACK. I WOULD SUFFER MORE THAN A DECADE OF BEING PUSHED INTO CRACKS NAD TOLD I HAD TO STAY THERE THAT WAS MY LIFE. IT WAS LIKE BEING PUT IN PRISON FOR WHAT I DID NOT DO. I BEGAN TO FORM A FIRM PROGRAM AGAINST MAD SOCIETY. DRUG ADDICTS DYSFUNCTIONAL DENIAL RIDDEN LIARS. I KNEW THEIR MORALS WERE WARPED AND FUNCOITN NOT MY OWN. I DID WHAT ANY NATURAL ANIMAL WOULD DO. CRY FOR HELP AND BE GIVEN CARE. I WAS LEFT TO FALL INTO GUTTERS AND CRACKS. THEY FELT I WAS THE BAD PERSON. I REFUSED TO LET THEM MAKE ME. THEY WERE DRUG ADDICTS . THEIR KIDS WER ALCHOLICS AND DRUG ADDICTS. I REFUSED TO LET THEM BREAK ME. BUT THEY VIEWED THEMSELF AS DOING NO WRONG. BUT WERE RIDDLED WOITH ILLNESS NUEROSIS. BY ACT OF GOD I MADE A LEAP OF FAITH TO BREAK FREE. AND BEGAN A PROGRAM TO HEAL FROM ABUSE TRAUMA, IT LEAD ME TO TOP OF WORLD WITH HARD WORK TO OVER COME HANDICAPS THEY CREATED AND DAMAGE. WANTING ME TO BE MENTALY ILL. ALL MY MOTHE WANTED OF ME WAS TO BE MENTALY ILL SO SHE DID NOT FACE HER SELF.

    Comment by MDLESS | Friday, September 7, 2012 | Reply

  4. FOR MOST OF MY FORMATIVE YEARS I GOT NO LOVE COULD NOT SOCIAL IZE AND WAS FERAL AS A RUN AWAY IN STREETS OF NYC. MY LIFE WAS HORRIBLE. THEN BEFORE THEY CRACKED ME AND MADE ME INTO THEM. I TOOK A LEAP OF FAITH , GOT A JOB IN ART WORLD AND TOOK MORE LEAPS AWAY FROM THEM AND THE LIE. IT WORKED. IT LED ME TO A FAIRYTALE. BUT THEY WANTED ME NOT TO BE WHO I WAS. THEY WANTED ME TO BE SICK AND TRY AGAIN TO KEEP PUSHING ME DOWN. NOW I WAS STRONGER, AND THE FAMILY COULD NOT EASILY GET TO ME OR CONTROL ME. I CUT THEM OFF. THEY BEGAN TO FALL SICK AND I STAYED HAPPY. BUT AS LIFE GOES I WS BESET UPON BY PEOPLE ABUSERS, COCAIN AND OTHER WHO TRIED HARDER TO PUSH ME BACK AFTER 17 YEARS OF RISE HEALING AND 15 I SUFFERED IN HELL. NOT ONE DR AIDED ME WHEN I SUFFERED SOME WOUNDS IN BATTLE AGAINST ABUSERS. I WAS PUSHED DOWN NOT GIVEN A HAND UP OR PROTECTED. THEY WANTED TO PROTECT THE ABUSER, NOT ME. I DEFIED THIS AND EXTENDED MY LIFE, BUT IN END THE ABUSERS GOT HOLD OF ME IN A STATE OF EXHUASTION AND EVEN WHEN I DID ASK SOME PEOPLE BOASTING THEIR INTEREST TO HELP AT RISK YOUTH OR SO, I WAS LEFT TO FALL INTO A PLACE I WOULD NOT RISE UP FROM. MY WHOLE LIFE MIRACLE AND FAIRYTALE SOMEONE MADE ASHOT AT TO ERASE. EVEN IF I RESISTED LONGER THAN OTHERS THEY WERE GIVEN A MEANS TO TAKE IT AWAY WITH OUT ANY EFFORT FROM OTHERS TO STOP THIS. MY SUFFERED WAS OF NO AVAIL TO OTHERS. THIS IS ALSO JESUS STORY TO. NO ONE HAS LEARNED FROM DAY OF JESUS.

    Comment by MDLESS | Friday, September 7, 2012 | Reply


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