Waterford is a small town on the outskirts of metro Detroit, exit 93 off Interstate-75. Neighboring is the quaint town of Clarkston and similar to us city of West Bloomfield. The upper class citizens of Waterford often refer to their hometown as “Watertuckey”, usually thinking of the abundance of lower class folk. It is these so called “white trash” human beings that tend to give Waterford a bad name. Robberies, murder, theft, and drugs in general seem to stem from these people. Not to say that everyone with an income of less than say $30,000 is white trash. It just seems the criminals in our town usually come from backgrounds of such. In the following paragraphs I will discuss Waterford’s claim to fame, the urban white person.
A man sits outside his front porch in a lawn chair bought from the K-Mart down the street. He wears the wife beater style of T-Shirt you may or may not be familiar with. White male age 23, farmers tan from the blazing sun and a tattoo on his shoulder extending to his lower forea
It is said that when the doors of perception are closed, we will see things as they truly are. I believe most of these people are not bad people at heart; they are just doing what they need to survive. They live life as they were taught and who can blame them? It is the way they were raised and I don’t think anything can change them. I’ve often wondered if an extra $60,000 were added to their salary, would this change them. I don’t think this would change the immediate individuals but maybe their children. If they were raised in a different environment, they would never see the so called streets of Waterford. They would hopefully be sheltered from the drugs and violence that is an everyday occurrence. Hopefully they would never experience what their parents grew up through.
To conclude, this is what typifies my hometown. It may not be an event that takes place or something everyone participates in, but when I think of Waterford white suburbia comes immediately to mind. This is the true spirit of the town.