1 Trillionaire and 8 Billion Homeless People

That's where we're heading

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At some point, if current trends continue, one of our mentally ill billionaires – my money is on Elon Musk if he doesn’t end up imprisoned in The Hague for crimes against humanity – is going to cross the line into trillionaire territory and the rest of us will be poor and mostly homeless.

Let’s review. Before we developed private ownership of land and money, human society was pretty egalitarian.

If you needed a new place to live, you looked around, said to yourself, “That looks like a pretty good spot right there,” and you built a hut or yurt or what have you. Maybe you’d have to devote a week or two of labor to constructing it, but then you were done. You had a home of your own.

Then we invented civilization, private ownership of land and winner-take-all economic systems.

So now, a lot of us are well into middle age before we own the land we live on. A common experience involves devoting around one or two weeks per month for 30 years to earn the privilege of owning a small lot with a house on it. Of course, even after you finish paying for it, you’ll probably still have to keep paying property taxes on it forever and ever.

A lot of people never manage to swing it, so they’ll devote the labor of a week or two per month for their entire lives just to rent a place.

We’ve made it very challenging to obtain a little patch of grass with a house on it.

The gulf between the rich and the poor just keeps widening. At this point, the rich people and the poor people can barely make each other out in the distance.

Perhaps my children will see this system reach its natural conclusion: One trillionaire who holds all the world’s wealth and 8 billion homeless people who own nothing.

If that happens, most Americans will strongly defend the trillionaire: “It’s his money! He earned it. He can do whatever he wants with it!”

We have many new expenses

I’ve seen tremendous changes in my half-century on this planet. When I was a young child, nobody in my small town paid for water or sewer. (We had well water and septic tanks instead.) People commonly had big gardens and canned some of their food. Hunting was common. So was having a few chickens.

If Mom worked outside the home, she would pay a pittance to a teenager to watch her children after school. My older cousins watched my little sister and me for years. During the summer, a neighbor or relative watched your kids for little or nothing. I did not know a single family who used a daycare center in those days.

There are so many “new” expenses now. Your cellphone cost is substantially more than a landline. You need internet access. You have to pay for your water and sewer. Daycare is so expensive that even millionaires notice the cost. Healthcare costs so much that people who wouldn’t otherwise need to work take jobs just to get the insurance, and are still wary of going to the doctor for fear of what their policy won’t cover.

Babies have become a luxury

Sorry, working-class and middle-class people. You cannot afford to have children. Like certain handbags, they are now a luxury accessory for the wealthy to carry around.

“Ooh, you have a baby? Wow. That’s so impressive. I didn’t know you were so rich!”

The simple life is over.

The middle class barely exists. There are rich people and there are poor people, and you’ll probably be whatever your parents were. You will have to hustle your ass off if you want to be rich, and even then, you should know your chances are not good.

It doesn’t have to be this way.

We could have a healthy middle class in the U.S. again anytime we want

All the things we started doing — busting unions, paying CEOs obscene wages, slashing income taxes for the rich, ruling in favor of Citizens United, making college unaffordable to people of modest means, plundering productive businesses via private equity and plenty of other ill-advised changes — none of those things are natural. None of them happened by accident.

Those things were choices.

They were bad choices. Evil, even. All of them involved deliberate decisions to funnel money and privileges toward the wealthy and away from the poor and middle class. They are why income inequality is bad and keeps getting worse.

I imagine the wealthy were shocked, at first, to learn what easy marks we are.

What if you picked someone’s pocket and they didn’t notice, so you dared to take their watch and then their wedding rings? What if they just stood there as you then removed all their jewelry?

“I guess these guys are just gonna stand here and let us rob them blind,” the wealthy thought as they stripped the poor and middle classes of everything they had.

It was easy, as long as you distracted them with worries about what Black people or gay people or trans people or immigrants might be up to. They’d never notice as you rummaged through their pockets again and again, checking to see if they had any loose change you’d missed the first few times.

The best part — from the point of view of the wealthy — is that almost nobody even blames them for what they’ve done. In fact, their victims largely admire them.

“That fox is so damned smart,” the chickens sigh. “No wonder he was put in charge of the hen house.”

About Michelle Teheux

I’m a writer in central Illinois. If you like my work, subscribe to me here and on Medium. I also have a new Substack aimed at authors who want to self-publish books, called The Indie Author. My most recent book is Strapped: Fighting for the soul of the American working class. My most recent novel is The Trailer Park Rules. If you prefer to give a one-time tip, I accept Ko-fi.

All wealthy families are alike; each poor family is poor in its own way.
— Leo Tolstoy, if he had written about a trailer park

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Jonesy is a failed journalist with one dream left. Angel is the kind of irresponsible single mother society just shakes its head about, and her daughter Maya is the kid everybody overlooks. Jimmy and Janiece Jackson wanted to be the first in their families to achieve the American dream, but all the positive attitude in the world can’t solve their predicament. Darren is a disabled man trying to enjoy his life despite a dark past. Kaitlin is a former stripper with a sugar daddy, while Shirley is an older lady who has come down in the world and lives in denial. Nancy runs the park like a tyrant but finds out when a larger corporation takes over that she’s not different from the residents.

When the new owners jack up the lot rent, the lives of everyone in the park shift dramatically and in some cases tragically.

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