My mother (now gone) was also born in 1932, the hardest working woman I knew who became a high school dropout in order to find work and assist her mother with the upkeep of her younger siblings. In the 70s as a child in Pittsburgh, I remember when poor Blacks had jobs, when pride for work was a healthy as Black pride — I remember people looking down upon their neighbors if you did not hold a job. By the early 80s the steel mills and factory jobs were increasingly scarce, the many Pittsburgh pubs became dens of shared misery — if pain can’t swim booze is an easy way to drown your pains. Decades later my understanding of neoliberal economic policies I know look back at the 70s/80s much like a horror film whereby a supernatural villain sucked the life out of working class people (and exchanged it with crack-cocaine) for its own perpetual thirst for profit. There’s no denying the great vanishing of American jobs in the 70s/80s into foreign territories for cheaper labor and into prisons for even cheaper (slave) labor. Even well educated adjunct academics (myself included) are struggling — if not dying in poverty due to neoliberal practices in academia. I’ll wrap this up by saying, basic income should no longer be a debate, it should be a lock-and-step process with automation and the realities of globalization; it’s only insanity not to. For the privileged folks out there, you’ll only be positioning a privileged spot in hell if decreasing poverty does not become national reform.