Hot take: having contact with poor people makes you stop having pity on them

The only way to solve their rotten nature would be a chink-like reeducation camp where favela-dwellers learn to behave more like jews and less like gipsies.

!macacos

this has been a common observation as long as i have been alive

When I was in highschool I worked at a local gas station just between the country, where I live, and a small city. Most of the people living farther out like I do were upper lower or lower middle class, right at the level were we didn't have a lot of white trash. The city is also fairly fine, mostly the slightly upper middle class. The problem was the marchland just outside of the city. It was mostly meth heads and pieces of shit that fit your description perfectly, and all their trailers were near the gas station(which was popular among them as their dumb asses thought that because it was smaller then food lion it must be cheaper).

The moment that really stuck with me to this day was when I was talking to this guy who came in a lot. He was a former meth head who was also a pathological liar. He was telling me about something some rich kid had supposedly done to him and at one point he said along the following lines, "...'cause I came up poor, like I'm assuming you did..." It filled me with such disgust and revulsion that I literally had to stop myself from correcting him.

I had never thought about the difference between someone like me and someone like him before, but at that moment the void between us went from a crack in the sidewalk to a ocean trench and I lost all sympathy for the poor in that single moment. Its not because of what he was, but because he refused to grow out of that poverty in the sixty shitty years he was alive. He didn't need to be smart, lucky, or even particularly hardworking to make it out of his poverty, he wasn't some Pakistani factory worker that got paid 20 cent and a coke every week. All he needed to do to live an okay life was get a mediocre job at a hardware store or dinner and then not come into work high or drunk, or refuse to do his job because a customer or their boss "disrespected" him. Instead he spent the previous 45 years doing meth, drinking, and spending government Gibbs on frozen food and soda.

As a Christian I try to hold no hate in my heart and to judge people on the now and not the past. But working there was a constant Dark Night of the Soul. I was in consistent contention of being confronted with the dregs of man and the belief that all men are God's children and should be treated with kindness and a clear heart.

This is exactly what Hillbilly Elegy by J.D Vance is about.

How is this a hot take?

Everyone knows this. Who doesn't know this? Point them out so I can direct some povvo c*nts in their direction.

What I'm hearing is, diversity exposes you to valuable new perspectives!

People like to act like poor people are unlucky but every poor person I've ever known is poor due to their own r-slurred decisions. And typically not just one bad decision or mistake, but literally just a lifetime of fricking up and never learning from their frick-ups. I'm sure somewhere in the US there's some poor people who genuinely are poor for reasons beyond their control but they're such an extreme minority it's not even worth discussing them.

I stop caring about the poor the minute a shitty beat up unmuffled Honda Civic starts revving its engine outside my bedroom window at 3am