She pulls no punches and writes about the poorest of the poor and their horrible circumstances and how the weathly live above the poor. It as if there are two seperate sets of humans. It is horrid.
Very few of the rich see the ones who live beneath them. Thank God I never lived at that time.
The thing is all my grandparents were wealthy and associated only with people of their level. I was raised to think I was better then other people.
Thank goodness I was able to awake to the truth. Living in Calif opened my eyes. My mother was scared of most people. I never gave other people a thought while she was terrified.
I was so glad to finally move out on my own.
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