Public Assistance in the Appalachian South

I know a man, I'll call him Buddy Banks. He lives in a ravine in a little, one-room pole-andcardboard house he built himself, with his wife, their six children, and baby granddaughter. Mr. Banks, 45 years old, is a sober man, a kindly man, and a passive man. He can read and write a little, has worked in the coal mines and on farms, but over the years he's been pretty badly battered up and today is none too stout. Last fall, when he could no longer pay the rent where he was staying, his mother-in-law gave him a small piece of ground, and he hastened to put up this little shack in the woods before the snow came. If, as you rode by, you happened to glance down and saw where he lives, and saw his children playing among the stones, you would say, White trash. You would say, Welfare bums

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