Ok, I’m preparing for a flaming here but I grew up in West London, still live here and this is how I see it.
I’m mixed race and from a poor family, the result of a teen pregnancy, a dv marriage and a bitter divorce. I have lived in social housing, grotty private rented and now own. If you met me now, you would think I was as middle class as my DH. I am well educated with a good state education. This isn’t some sort of stealth boast but rather to explain that I have quite a wide social experience.
I am still friends with lots of my friends from school, some of whom earn more than me and some of whom don’t. One of the boys from my class is the local drugs baron (and much better off than me), we were never friends.
Without exception, my friends had parents who gave them love, boundaries, discipline, made them do their homework and go to school. The way they did it was very different but it all boiled down to the same thing. Some of the parents like mine were very young and had support from grandparents. Some of us came from single parent families or divorced families but we all had at least one parent who worked and was a positive example.
People can be young and stupid, like my DM was in getting pregnant to the wrong boy so young, but she grew up and was adamant that I wouldn’t make the same mistake.
I also think there’s a lot of not so veiled racism on here about young black or mixed race kids. Some of the Caribbean mums I knew growing up were the strictest mums around.
I think it’s all about the parenting and the example that you are set. My parents, and I include my steps in that, are not perfect but they did their best as did those of my friends. For me it was my Mum who was the real example and although we don’t always get on, I am always grateful for that.