As most of us prepare to feast on a cornucopia of lovingly prepared foods, I am acutely aware that the basic necessity of a living wage eludes millions here in America and billions more around the world. For those mired in wretched poverty, Thanksgiving is just another Thursday where they try to eek out just enough to survive.
Our politicians and our policies have ill-served most of the working families in this country for way too long now, and it is time to turn that around. The battle over whether the working class will be included in the American idea invented by Jefferson and those others in Philadelphia 238 years ago this week still rages on.
I'm lost, suffocating in poverty, and I have a disability that is the primary cause of that. My credit is so bad I can't even get a cell phone contract. I work incredibly hard and I am incredibly skilled. But what I can't do is shake hands and make eye contact all day. And because of that I've been homeless more than a few times.