shame about that
Shame is the unspoken truth of the working class in the midst of a gentrified London, there is pride, of course, we know who we are down here but our faces are constantly being shown those that have so much more and yet do so much less.
Shame and anger brews when people realise the expense of being poor, the hustle to get out is expensive in many ways, the shame embroiled in turning out to be one of the ones that did good when most of the others didn't. Shame in both existances.
When he rolled up with my shopping at the front door, we recognised each other instantly. He asked me what my Landlord was like, and if theres any more rooms. He recognised that these houses are broken into flats and if I would take his number, put in a good word and I didn't say I own the house, thats shameful. Its not and it was. He saw as box on box on box left the van, you having a party? I wasn't, this was my life. Not a wealthy life but a different side of working class?
The shame of the doing well. The pride that I find hard to show to my sons. You see shame sits there on my shoulder with all its protocols and rules.