

I dunno man. I’m a white male, grew up with privilege in an upper middle class family.
I’ve had (2) times when totally random people tried to murder me at night. One while I was cycling, another when my friends and I came out of a movie theater and got chased halfway across the city by a carload of thugs.
When I was a kid, my parents would wax poetically about their summers spent picking strawberries and green beans earning 25 cents a day in California Central Valley. They loved it, apparently.
Good, honest work they told me. Then as I got older they demanded I attend college and get a white collar career established, lol.