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The People we don’t want to know. 

From pay check to pay check many working class people have two jobs,
 then it all dries up and there is no work and manual labourers are 
called work shy…. I knew a woman with three jobs she was tired coming 
home, yet boiled potatoes and fried fish for her children before falling 
asleep, coughing a lot. She had tuberculosis and sent to a sanatorium,
 and the children sent to foster homes. Her illness caused by unhygienic
 home, people from the social services said. No one asked why a woman 
should hold down three jobs to fed her children and no one said she was 
a “deserving” poor whatever this word means. This inequity will go on till
 we understand poverty is not a choice but a mishap of birth, few escape,
those who do will always carry the dishonour, the mark of Cain, by being 
more hateful of poverty and branding the poor lazy. As the average actor 
who got a role in a film that made him famed, his hate his own class, poor 
himself once, reveals his fear of slipping back to poverty again; he harms
his flesh and blood in an attempt to get rid of his own stench of privation. 
But the Haves can smell an imposter, but they do like money so perhaps 
his daughter will make it to the ball.

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