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Since when was PB&J "White Privilege" food?
I remember having to eat PB&J until my father got a higher-paying job when I was 12 because we had no fucking money for anything else. PB&J was the lower middle-class/poor kid's lunch. And I absolutely hated it. I don't like peanut butter. I've not once eaten one since then.
For example, my parents were always wary of giving me the stuff for lunch in grade school unless I specifically asked for it because they grew up on the stuff in a brown paper bag and the whole nine yards. It was a sign that my mom was a daughter of immigrants and that my father was one of many kids in a lower-middle class family. It was a delicious badge of shame in their eyes. That's why this article strikes me as so funny.
Are black people in Portland, like, really freaking poor or something? a loaf of bread, a jar of jelly and a jar of peanut butter around here will maybe run you upwards of...$4-5? And that's enough material for at least a full week of school lunches if you have 2 kids, easily enough to carry into next week if you had one. Unless they're living on the street I'm not sure how anyone could look at a PB&J and see it as some luxury meal.
But hey, it's Oregon, good chance their parents are just spending all their money on weed.
Maybe they should give the black kids some PB&J and bring them up to speed.