It’s a long story but I was fortunate not to only know the lafayette bubble... where, by the way, our family was the poorest on the street. for man years five of us lived in a one bedroom rental where m parents pulled out the couch every night and their closet was the back porch.
one of my best friends growing up was from the flats of Oakland and many times we went back to his “hood” to play basketball in the park.... mostly once we could drive... and for the record...most often I was the only not black guy at the park.
I was fortunate enough to attend a pretty diverse catholic high school where my good friends included..
A proud mexican from the farmlands of livermore where he lived in a three bedroom house with 7 other family members including is parents and grandparents.
A friend that lived in martinez where his house was right up against the shell refinery fence where he lived with his only living relative..his grandma...after graduation he immediately joined the Navy to not be a burden and get to work.
An italian guy from pittsburg...who lived down the street from what they called The pueblo...let’s just say..it wasn’t the high rent district.
then..a year after high school I fell in love with a girl I was with for 18 years... she too was from martinez and had grown up with her three siblings in a two bedroom house....raised by a widowed mother whose only work was labor at a farm/vineyard....after my girls dad died when the oldest child was 9 years old they lived on his SSI and each child received about $25 per week as long as they were in school and under 22 years old? one more thing...he mother spoke no english..only japenese...
So...I am sure my understanding of place early in life was far from the average Lafayette kid. But you are right...the average rich city kid has no clue as to how well they have it.
But...pigeon holing a group can be dangerous