Get Your Third World On!
… get it here. Crittenden at PJM.
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 10:31 pm Comments (4) on Sunday, March 11, 2007
4 Responses to “Get Your Third World On!”
Leave a Reply
Trackback URLYou must be logged in to post a comment.
… get it here. Crittenden at PJM.
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 10:31 pm Comments (4) on Sunday, March 11, 2007
You must be logged in to post a comment.
March 12th, 2007 at 12:38 am
When you’re right, you’re right.
I’m especially appreciative of your perspective. I grew up in post-war Japan. On our yearly trips stateside, I found America to be an astonishing place. My family would be considered among the poor–my grandfather worked the oil fields of Osage County, Oklahoma, and lived in company housing. But the little town they lived in seemed full of luxury–especially the seeming abundance of food. Driving into Tulsa seemed almost unreal. This was after passing through the then considerably smaller city of San Diego, and other points in the vast empty expanse along Route 66. After the crowded, devastated, and hungry land of Japan, it was like going into an alien world.
Americans have the luxury of their curiosity, of thinking beyond the daily grind of trying to find enough food, of keeping shelter, of keeping health, of being left alone to live.
March 12th, 2007 at 6:08 am
Get Your Third World On!
Get Your Third World Right Here!On that most exotic of all exotic global destinations, America, “the nation that never stops giving.” Jules Crittenden (H/T: JC) I grew up in the Third World. Elephants by the road, cobras in the back
March 12th, 2007 at 6:13 am
Bill’s Nibbles // Open Post — 2007.03.12
Some Bill’s Bites posts, some things I excerpted and linked but I’m sending you to the original post, some things too short to excerpt and too good to not mention. I occasionally move things from Bill’s Nibbles to longer posts
March 12th, 2007 at 10:52 am
I grew up in Texas and New Mexico — next door to the Third World, when enough of it was leaking over the border, even then, to get a really good look at it. Those were years when most Navajos on the Checkerboard were still living in hogans instead of public housing, when Mexican “braceros” were living in railroad cars and waterless shacks while they picked tomatoes and cotton on Texas farms, when black “neighborhoods” were nothing but rows of unpainted hovels, and they couldn’t so much as walk up to the drive-through window of the Dairy Queen to get served, let alone enter the front door. People who talk about how horrible America is today don’t have a freaking clue what they’re talking about.