What if the differences between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Would this not mean the whole Pyramid is built on shifting sands?" I speculated such a suggestion could be seen as a serious deviancy. Melphi seemed delited. "Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' consciences; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding up the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Melphi relplied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.
My grandmother__ parents had thought she was too good for my grandfather. They were Irish, shipworkers who had gotten the hell out of Locust Point and moved uptown, to Charles Village, where the houses were much bigger. They looked down on my grandfather just because he was where they once were. It killed them, the idea that their precious youngest daughter might move back to the neighborhood and live with an Italian, to boot. Everybody__ got to look down on somebody. If there__ not somebody below you, how do you know you__e traveled any distance at all in your life? For my dad__ generation, it was all about the blacks. I__ not saying it was right, just that it was, and it hung on because it was such a stark, visible difference. And now the rules have changed again, and it__ the young people with money and ambition who are buying the houses in Locust Point, and the people in places like Linthicum and Catonsville and Arbutus are the ones to be pitied and condescended to. It__ hard to keep up.("Easy As A-B-C")
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My grandmother__ parents had thought she was too good for my grandfather. They were Irish, shipworkers who had gotten the hell out of Locust Point and moved uptown, to Charles Village, where the houses were much bigger. They looked down on my grandfather just because he was where they once were. It killed them, the idea that their precious youngest daughter might move back to the neighborhood and live with an Italian, to boot. Everybody__ got to look down on somebody. If there__ not somebody below you, how do you know you__e traveled any distance at all in your life? For my dad__ generation, it was all about the blacks. I__ not saying it was right, just that it was, and it hung on because it was such a stark, visible difference. And now the rules have changed again, and it__ the young people with money and ambition who are buying the houses in Locust Point, and the people in places like Linthicum and Catonsville and Arbutus are the ones to be pitied and condescended to. It__ hard to keep up.("Easy As A-B-C")
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