If only that were true, things might be more simple. But in late twentieth-century America, it seems that society is splitting more and more into a plethora of class factions — the working class, the working poor, lower-middle, upper-middle, lower uppers, and upper uppers. I find myself not knowing what class I’m from.
But I always felt that we were in some no man’s land, suspended between classes, sharing similarities with some and recognizing sharp, exclusionary differences from others.
What class do I come from?
What class am I in now?
As an historian, I seek the answers to these questions in the specificity of my past.
Julie Charlip If only that were true