American Renaissance - 3 - September 2010with the mothers, I learned that muchof the abuse was phony. All they hadto do was walk into a precinct and saythey had been assaulted. Before I tookthe job, I could not have imagined thatanyone would lie about being abused.The women could stay rent-free forthree months, and then their cases werereevaluated for extension. All they hadto do then was seem scared orpresent some marginally coherentstory to get extensions. In some
and managed to stay in the shelterfor nearly two years. Most gotapartments to themselves, thoughsome had private bedrooms butshared a kitchen and living room.At the daycare center, my jobwas to take care of the childrenwhile the mothers were gettingtheir lives back together. I alsohelped children get into schoolsin the neighborhood, as they now livedin a completely new area, and were notsupposed to tell anyone where theywere for fear the abuser would trackthem down.I devoted myself to the children,some of whom, like their mothers, hadsuffered serious violence. I assumed thatthese women, who didn’t work, didn’tgo to school, and didn’t seem to domuch but have lots of children, wouldbe experts in child rearing. Hispanics,especially, who all seem to have largebroods and for whom procreation seemsto be the center of their lives, wouldteach Americans new techniques inchild care that would be a great lessonfor our society.
Hispanic mothers alike routinely lefttheir children in unchanged diapers un-til they were covered with feces. Theywould take children—often youngerthan 10—to R-rated, midnight horrormovies. They would let children playon busy streets without the slightest con-cern for their safety. They littered theirquarters with pizza boxes, soda cans,
I was shocked but not discouraged.I began spending extra hours after myshift ended, taking care of the children asif they were my own. I would wash theirdiarrhea-sodden bodies and clean their
fever-stricken children to sleep whilethe mothers were out buying malt liquorand cigarettes with their WIC money(Women, Infants and Children—a food-payments program for poor women with
for a date with whatever ghetto gigolothey were courting that week. I wouldthrow birthday parties for the childrenand attend school functions becausetheir mothers could not be bothered.This devotion earned me no respect orappreciation. The mothers called me“cracka ass” and “white bitch” while Ilabored on their behalf.I did notice racial differences. On thewhole, the Hispanics were cleaner andquieter than the blacks. Their standardswere below those of the average white,but higher than the average black. Manydespised the blacks with whom theywere forced into contact. Hispanic moth-ers were there mostly for free services,and were always looking for the next en-titlement. They were intensely proud of their ethnicity, and would explode intoanti-white, anti-American anger if theyfelt slighted in any way—this includedbeing denied a service or being asked topay for something they thought shouldbe free. They were often inarticulateto the point of being unintelligible, butit was clear that they thought Americaowed them anything they needed.Even the more reasonable, friendlyclients and staff constantly explainedtheir failures by saying, “The white mankeeps me down.” I learned that manyblacks and Hispanics sincerely believethis cliché, no matter what their salaryor station in life.I never complained, and did ev-erything with zeal and professional-ism. I was nevertheless passed overfor promotions and received scantappreciation from clients or staff.In that community, socializingseemed to be the key to popularityand promotions, and hard workseemed to be greeted with disdain.If I designed a new program forthe staff, they resented it becauseit meant they would have to work,which was something they did onlywhen forced.I got complaints from clients. Somesaid I was arrogant and behaved as if Ithought I was superior to them: “Shethinks she betta than us cause she bein college!” The director—a blackwoman—told me I shouldn’t flauntmy privileged background. Wearing aT-shirt with my college name on it, forexample, was considered offensive.I also got in trouble for expectingpeople to follow the rules for using thedaycare center. All children were wel-come from 3:00 to 5:00 p.m. for helpwith homework (management had thegood sense to realize that our clientscould not or would not do that). Other-wise, they were supposed to look aftertheir own children unless they gave usadvance notice and showed proof of an
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Caring for the children of others.