We’ve got problems. Serious ones. We’ve heard enough about rates of single parenthood among whites and blacks. For most of us, this is not news. The residue from the feel-good 1970s was more toxic than realized. What we once saw as a delightful toy is now a choking hazard.
While high-status whites could weather any or all decisions, minorities who appropriated the same lifestyle choices aren’t so lucky. Only Candice Bergen can be Murphy Brown. But like I said, most of us saw this coming. It’s not news; it’s just sad.
I’ve been thinking about the latest job figures for black teens, which are tragic: four in ten are not working.
For people who struggle at math, that’s like 40 out of 100. Or 400 out of 1,000. I could go on, because I am drunk.
This is a statistic that shakes the brain, and it reflects a problem that cannot be fixed by government programs that allowed such problems to fester in the first place.
This is a question that never needed to be asked but must be asked now: if you can get by without working, why work at all?
It is a question rich layabouts would ask themselves sunning on their daddy’s yacht, sipping blender drinks and pawing eastern European pole dancers. But now just about anyone, of any color or stripe, with access to unemployment benefits, welfare, or food stamps can ask themselves that question too.
Decades ago, work wasn’t about survival, but about pride and principle. Without work—whether it be inside or outside the home, in an office, or the backyard—life had no meaning. We often mistake the hollowness from lack of constructive activity for boredom. That’s a crock; it’s just our soul wanting to fill up that bucket of whatever we love to fill every day. It’s why so many men croak after they retire. When you’re no longer filling up that hole, you end up in one, under a gravestone and freshly-picked flowers.
Our view of work has changed, and it cannot be solely blamed on political charlatans and race baiters who seek to cement careers through corruption. But the Sharptons of the world certainly don’t help. The idea that they care is a hoax of Brawley proportions.
The fundamental cause of our dying society is our steady elimination of the financial and spiritual necessity for work of any kind.
I am not referring to the middle aged witnessing their industries fade before their eyes. They know why work matters, and their souls are crushed. I speak of new generations who have never heard the phrase “work ethic” in their lives.