Prejudice against the poor is real

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Opinion

April 26, 2019 - 4:40 PM

I grew up in southeast Iola. We played outside; we ate all of our meals at home; we did our chores and disappeared for the day; we worked hard; we studied hard. 

I thought life was pretty good. I was proud of our family. I never thought anyone would think anything  different about us. I can’t say that I would have cared if they did. All we knew were people like us. 

But the difference in living a couple of blocks away was evident. My best friend had her own room, her own television, a double closet full of clothes, built-in dresser drawers crammed with underwear and socks. All the way across her closet, shoes lined the floor.

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