This.  All of this.  There’s also the fact of being poor and taking care of your family and trying to do what’s best for them without having the means to do so.  I didn’t grow up poor, but my parents sure as hell didn’t have much money, and it wasn’t until I got older that my mom flat out told me, “You realize we weren’t at all wealthy,” but I FELT like we were, because my parents did so much for me.  I had good birthdays and good holidays, I got good presents and got rewarded for good grades.  I can’t even begin to imagine what they did to make me feel so loved when they didn’t have much.  And I know for a fact I have family who still live in these places this woman is talking about, I’ve been to these kinds of areas to visit family, I’ve woken up at sleepovers to see cockroaches and while I would freak out my relatives would be like, “Eh whatever.”  I’ve been in places where you come in at a certain time for a reason, where there are a bunch of people outside on the corner for no reason other than to do something shady.  There are areas in Chicago where you don’t drive through unless if you absolutely have to, especially at night.  This woman is speaking truth.  

The wealthy are secure even if they mess up, it’s the poor people who need help.  Don’t make assumptions about them, ever.  This “ghetto” lifestyle isn’t a choice, no one chooses to be this poor and live in a neighborhood where standing on a corner is risky. Can you imagine being scared to walk down the street?  Walk outside of your house right now, can you imagine feeling uncomfortable about doing that?  What’s the risk about being wealthy?  Losing some money? Try being poor and being scared about losing your life, or your family’s life, or your friend or significant other.