Koa, Thank you so very much for your insights. I'm going to stick my neck out here and get a bit personal - hope that's OK with you. I am intrigued by names and national origins of people, and my instinct - perhaps totally wrong, is that your heritage or family ties may include some mix of American Indian and Hispanic. If I'm right, a special hurray for you!
Myself . . . my high school years were largely spent in Alta Loma and Cucamonga CA. In Alto Loma I lived literally in a shack in a lemon grove on a dirt road at the end of Monte Vista Street, which was known as "Shack Alley" and was 100% occupied by Mexican America families with very low incomes. These, along with a group of "Okies" formed my circle of friends. I picked lemons and operated "smudge pots" (only Californians know what a smudge pot is) while in high school, and had the best and most diverse group of friends anyone could ever hope for.
My divorced Mom endured what today would be considered severe poverty yet never had to stoop to handouts. I paid her rent starting with my first high school job a age 14, for a 7 foot square square bedroom that I shared with my older brother. Never went to a restaurant and my Mom sewed my school shirts from feed sacks. When I started high school, lime green shirts became all the rage among the more privileged kids and I wanted one so bad I could taste it. There certainly was no money for me to buy one, but Rit Dye cost $.15 and I had one of may dad's old white cotton button down collar shirts. The combination yielded one Lime Green shirt and I was a happy camper. Ironic that I would later share my recording studio with Frank Zappa (in Cucamonga) for we both knew so well the meaning of the term Necessity Is The Mother Of Invention.
Know what? I had a great life and upbringing and nobody every told me I was disadvantaged nor did the thought ever cross my mind. Hell, none of my friends ever thought that either.
That was between 1948 and 1953. I was 13 and 4'10" when I started High School and had just turned 17 when I graduated. I almost immediately joined the US Marine Corps, got out as a Sergeant at 21. Got a great education in electronics there. Also learned how to shoot enemies but never had to. Tried Jr College for one semester before I said, Hell with this, I'm opening a recording studio . . . never mind the fact I had no money and didn't know what a recording studio looked like.
If anyone is interested in what came out of that studio besides Wipe Out, Pipeline, Green Eyed Lady and Incense and Peppermints, I am happy to report that a huge body of many of the works produced there are just know coming out on about 25 CDs via a partnership I have formed with Greg Russo - a Zappa Historian. Some of the initial offerings can be sampled at
http://www.cdbaby.com/Search/cGF1bCBidWZm/0 Please note the Latin overtones to much of my Hollywood Persuaders. Tijuana Surf was the Number One record in Mexico for 20 weeks in 1964 (all me) and I Wan't to Hold Your Hand (the Beatles) was #2. My "Drums A Go Go" (not on this collection) was Dick Clark's American Bandstand theme song for a year or two and remains a huge selling record in Europe today. My version is also on the soundtrack of Natural Born Killers. Raquel Welch and I shared our TV debuts on a show called Shivaree in 1964. I always joke "I made it and she didn't . . . ha ha. Persistence can pay off regardless of your status, race or social status.
Back to the core of this diatribe . . . this is not about race or politics or rich VS poor. It's about what America was founded to be, and was for 200+ years, and about the need for intelligent people to take it back and to get rid of the corrupt people who have infiltrated our government and want to destroy it. For those too young to know what the real America stands for, for God's sake read some history and study the constitution, or Ben Franklin and George Washington are going to rise from their graves, paddle your spoiled butts bloody. and ship you back to whatever miserable country you snuck in from.
Thank you again Koa - you're a trooper.