It’s hard. I grew up working class and in poverty so I lived within the poverty trap and saw how it functioned day to day. I got myself out of it but had to fight tooth and nail, nothing was handed to me and I got into a lot of student debt to make it happen. My younger brother isn’t academic like me so always struggled at school. He isn’t a failure by any means - not a drug addict, owns his own home, works hard etc but he didn’t get GCSEs whereas I got a PhD. He’d fit within the white working class boy being failed category I suppose.
Big discrepancy between us and I couldn’t say why other than different dads so I was exposed to a bit of culture with my dad whereas his dad was a drug addict… As I say though, he thankfully didn’t go down the route a lot do with drugs. I went to school with many boys like that, some girls too who had babies before 16 but the boys were definitely more into drugs than girls. No clue whether any made a success of themselves, I know one was in prison last time I checked. He was an orphan raised by an older sister.
People have tough lives. Middle class folk don’t really grasp quite how hard it can be for some kids. Some parents aren’t academic and don’t really see the value in education, they just use it as free childcare. They don’t read so like hell they’re reading to their children. They spend their weekends getting wasted, not going to free museums and art galleries. I know because my mum was like this.
Even when you fight your way up from the bottom people judge you. I get judged for my northern accent all of the time in academic circles. Not at my own northern uni but at conferences for sure. There’s an air about some academics still like you don’t belong here because we can sniff the working class in you. It can be the same in art galleries too, I sometimes want to wear a name badge with my Dr title.