Trust Fund Baby
A few weeks
before coming to the U, I went to an outdoor concert in Shakopee with my two
friends. One of them is black, the other is half black, and I’m so white that
you can go blind if you look at me too long. We stopped at a gas station on our
way back, and a guy was selling perfume out of the trunk of his car. I was
sitting in my friend’s car because I was too sunburnt to move and my two
friends were putting gas in the car. The man, who was also black, approached my
two friends and asked them if they were interested. After they said no, he
looked at me and then said to them, “What about trust fund baby over there?
She’s got to have a bunch of daddy’s money to spend.” Coming from a little redneck town up north
with 500 people, it’s not too often that you are judged for being white. I was
friends with all the black people at my school. All two of them. That was the
first time that I ever encountered any sort of judgment based on my race. I was
surprisingly okay with it because I knew that I am anything but a trust fund
baby. I spent my early childhood in a trailer in a town of 100 people until we
moved to the big city of Deerwood after my parents split up. We moved into a house right next to the Deerwood trailer
park. All of the money in my bank account has come from two and a half years of
making Blizzards and ice cream cones at Dairy Queen.
Trust fund baby is defined
as follows,
“1. A young
person whose parents are wealthy and have set up a trust for their son or
daughter. The trust fund ensures that the child will be taken care of
financially for life. 2. Not Riley.”
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