For the vast majority of people, well those who haven’t read Marx anyway, class is increasingly defined by how much material wealth a person has, and by that definition I’m decidedly middle class. My husband and I have a mortgage for instance; we also have a car. We’ve been able to afford to take our children abroad for holidays, and in the grand scheme of things, we’re doing all right.
And yet I still wouldn’t describe either of us as comfortably middle class. That’s mainly because I know where we both came from, and because I’m also aware of how quickly and easily all those things, those trappings of an illusory middle-class life, could be lost. It’s also because I probably am a bit of a Marxist in that I don’t believe material things define class so much as power does, along with some ownership of the means of production, and I know we don’t possess either of those.
More importantly, we both have what I suppose you could call a class consciousness, in that we’re both aware of our roots, and we both know on which side of the class divide our loyalties lie.
This is the key when it comes to talking about class. It’s about knowing, when push comes to shove, which group or class of people has your interests at heart. And it’s this that I’m referring to when I use “middle class” as an insult.
Latest posts by Donagh (see all)
- The policy of transferring incomes to capital and the rich - September 6, 2012
- ILR Will Not Blink While Facing Down the Jaws of Excessive CPU Usage - September 6, 2012
- Dan Froomkin | The Jobs Crisis Obama, Romney and the Low-Wage Future of America - August 29, 2012
- Money as a Social Construct – Talk Given by Mary Mellor - August 27, 2012
- - August 23, 2012