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J Adams's avatar

As someone who had identified as an old White man for many decades I thought I would give identifying as a Black lesbian veteran with a handicap a try. So far, no success in getting any grants or even elected to office but I'm applying for a job at Harverd as a spell checker and we'll se what happins.

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I was homeless twice for extended periods as a kid. I lived in 18 places by the time I was 18. I recall coming home from school having all our stuff thrown out on the yard, being evicted. It was cold and pouring rain. We were all crying, sitting on our wet couch. My dad, drunk as a skunk, showed up about 11 pm with a few buddies and two pickup trucks, and off we went to a new place. I Would go to the lost and found at the beginning of the school year and find some shorts and runners that fit. I became really resourceful. And earned my own spending money from the time i was eight. My Dad had been severely injured in WWII. We grew up on a disability pension and my Mom’s earnings as a steno. My Grandfather, Dad’s side, went to work in the Welsh coal mines six days a week, 52 weeks a year, 12 hour days. 6 am to 6 pm, beginning at the age of ten. He would go months over the winter and not see the sun as he was underground all

Day. White privilege! Then you hear idiots like Beyonce, Mom and Dad both professionals, talk about white privilege. It drives me nuts.

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