7 May 2013
In the short, personal memoir, “White Trash Primer,” Lacy M. Johnson talks about a girl’s life from childhood to her early adult life. Johnson begins her piece by talking about the girl’s childhood that seemed like an average child's life growing up in a rural area. This girl grew up in a family where her family was constantly working hard on a farm to get by. As time went on, life's circumstances changed. The child began to mature and the family was forced to move due to financial problems. From the move, the family went from owning a farm and selling corn and soy beans, to a family that was forced to work at Wal-Mart. Depression eventually takes over the girl’s life and her lifestyle changed…show more content… Another great thing I took away from reading this memoir is that everyone looks at the same things, but in different ways. For example, the main character in Johnson’s memoir constantly went into Wal-Mart looking for a job. After applying six times, she finally got hired.
Some might have seen her as being a pest or an interruption to the other employees, while others saw her as being a determined individual that knew what she wanted. Everyone saw the same lady walking into the store, but all of their impressions were very different. Learning that everyone sees the world in a different manner then led to me wanting to be kind-hearted woman to everyone that I meet. Impressions are everything, so it is better to give a person the benefit of the doubt since their life stories are not revealed at the time they are seen. The last lesson I took away from reading Johnson’s piece is a person can go from living a comfortable life without the amenities, but with all the necessities, to a life where there is nothing at all. There are certain events that happen in your life that can change your life completely.
Johnson is not the only person who is extremely satisfied with this piece. Many of her readers feel the same joy. One of her readers by the name of Claudia Rankine writes on an online blog saying:
I was riveted by this piece—written with the haunting interiority of poetry and the compelling drive of prose. Much like being caught in a novel by