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On the campaign trail in 2004 John Edwards often spoke of two Americas - one prosperous, the other destitute - existing side by side. This was brought home to me in a very personal way the other afternoon as I waited in line in LA with my 13 year-old and her friend to see a concert at the Wiltern on Wilshire and Western in a working class area of the city not far from downtown. We arrived at 3PM and settled in for a long wait as the girls were anxious to get into the "pit" when the doors opened.
My daughter's friend lives in the lap of luxury in a gated community. Her family also owns a vacation home in the mountains, and another income property. Mom and dad each drive a Mercedes Benz, which comes in handy for mom who takes the girl to four different ice skating coaches for lessons as a "hobby." One of the coaches also works with Michelle Kwan. Imagine what that costs. In addition to the multiple homes, expensive cars, and skating lessons, there's private school with the kids of movie stars, and yearly vacations in exclusive resorts. Not typical certainly, but not unheard of in LA.
As we stood in line waiting for the theatre doors to open, we were approached by several homeless people asking for change. My daughter's friend seemed a bit startled and literally turned her back - which seems like an apt metaphor. The girl's father once proudly told me he's a contributor to the Republican party. Looks like his daughter is picking up repuke values. Many others in line simply looked the other way, too.
At one point something happened, however, that made both girls stop and take a hard, if brief, look. A woman came down the sidewalk pushing a small shopping cart. She was with her son who looked to be 8 or 9. As the pair approached a trash can the mother handed the boy an oversized pair of yellow rubber gloves. He knew what to do. He put them on and began sifting through the trash for cans and bottles which he put in the shopping cart to be recycled for a few cents each. Then it was off to the next can. Imagine publically sifting trash for money? I can't.
There on the street in LA on a midsummer afternoon in front of a bunch of teens, some of whom had paid scalpers big money to spend a couple of hours watching a rock band, stood a stark personification of poverty and desperation in the persons of a young boy and his mother. It's certainly an American cliche that this is the "greatest country on earth." But if the measure of the greatness of a country is how its government and those blessed with the most choose to help - or ignore - those with the least, we are far from great and, in fact, ought to be ashamed.
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