Life in the Shadow of the American Dream
Voices of Americans
(Andrew Tait and his family, Shenandoah County, Virginia)
Friends,
From time to time I come across a personal story about life in Trump’s America that’s so powerful that I want to share it with you. Here’s one, from Andrew Tait. It was originally published in the Daily Yonder on August 1, 2025. (For more rural reporting and small-town stories, visit dailyyonder.com.)
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My Family Lives in the Shadow of the American Dream
By Andrew Tait
I live in Shenandoah County, Virginia. I’m a factory worker, a farmer, and a father of two girls, one still in diapers. I get up before the sun, and most days I don’t sit down until after it’s gone.
My partner Hannah and I raise our girls on a small farm in the Valley. She works full-time too—though nobody calls it that. She’s a caregiver, a homemaker, a livestock handler, and a mother. She doesn’t get a paycheck. She doesn’t get a break. She doesn’t get counted.
We’ve relied on a cistern for water for over three years. I’m trying to save up to dig a well before it runs dry. We heat with firewood I cut myself. We raise animals for milk, eggs, and meat, because the grocery bill outpaces my paycheck.
We’ve stayed unmarried—not because we don’t love each other, but because getting married would kick my partner and our daughters off the Medicaid that keeps them healthy.
My employer offers insurance, sure—but only if I pay nearly as much as our mortgage. I can’t, so we stay as we are: in love but locked out.
I’m not ashamed of our life. It’s honest work, and it’s full of love. However, I am ashamed that in a country as wealthy as ours, people like us are left out in the cold.
When the so-called “Big, Beautiful Bill” passed, it was marketed as a win for working Americans. From where I stand, it looks like the opposite: cuts to Medicaid, reduced support for struggling families, and a ballooning deficit that somehow still leaves us more exposed than before.
You can dress it up however you want, but if it leaves working families behind, it’s not serving the people.
This bill, like so many before it, rewards the already powerful while punishing the people who hold up the economy in invisible ways. It gives to those who lobby and takes from those who labor. It reinforces a message I’ve felt in my bones for years: You’re on your own.
I’m not writing this as a Democrat or a Republican. I’m writing this as a man watching families like mine wear themselves thin—working hard, doing the right things, and still falling behind.
This isn’t about Red or Blue. It’s about the fact that we’re being divided against each other while both sides forget that real Americans bleed the same when the cost of insulin triples or the cost of groceries goes up again.
You shouldn’t be able to carry a hundred dollars’ worth of groceries in two hands. But these days, you can—and that’s not just wrong, it’s dangerous.
I’m writing to ask one simple thing: Who is this country really for?
Because if it’s not for parents doing their best to raise good kids in a broken system; if it’s not for factory workers and farmers who show up every day, no matter how little is left in the tank; if it’s not for families trying to make a life from the land and a paycheck. . . then maybe the flag doesn’t wave for all of us after all.
I don’t want handouts; I want fairness. I don’t want politics; I want policy that works.
I don’t want a revolution of violence. I want a revolution of responsibility—one where we take care of each other, where people can raise a family without choosing between groceries and medicine, and where love doesn’t have to take a back seat to red tape.
So, if you’re in power, hear me: We are not okay. We are drowning quietly.
And if you’re not in power, but you’re reading this and nodding along, then know this: You’re not alone either.
We’re not enemies. We’re neighbors. We’re parents, workers, and caretakers. And it’s time we start acting like it.
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Should you be interested, my new memoir, Coming Up Short, can be found wherever you buy books. You can also support local bookstores nationally by ordering the book at bookshop.org.


Professor Reich, this one lands in the gut.
Andrew’s story isn’t red or blue; it’s a ledger of what families carry when policy misses the mark. When getting married knocks your kid off Medicaid, that’s a benefits cliff, not a “choice.” When you can hold a hundred dollars of groceries in two hands, that’s market power and price gouging, not personal failure. The quiet part he names is the hardest one to say out loud: people are doing everything right and still falling behind.
If the question is “Who is this country for,” the answer shows up in what we fund. Policy, not vibes: kill the benefits cliffs that punish caregivers, cap and police essential prices like insulin and staples, enforce competition up the food chain, and make rural basics which are water, heat, broadband…nonnegotiable infrastructure. That’s fairness.
Thank you for giving this space to a neighbor’s voice. More of this, please. It reminds the room that we are not enemies; we’re parents and workers trying to keep a roof, a pharmacy bill, and a little hope under the same paycheck. www.xplisset.com
"Anticipation"---It's like being in a plane when the engine fails, you know the eventual outcome but it's the waiting for the end that's so terrifying. Trump feeds upon the misgivings he creates in the minds of those he fears. His childish insults, and the manner in which he belittles others who oppose his insane positions, both point to his overall level of insecurity. He never passed puberty emotionally, and no one has schooled him on how to act like a man. Listening to him speak drives you nuts, visions of the cartoon character "Foghorn Leghorn" comes to mind. His repetitive nature of speaking is something I haven't heard since I left grade school. What's even more troublesome is he never fully understands the concepts of the subjects he's discussing. I'm sure he has several members of his close personal staff who stole his firebox on a daily basis, in an attempt to give the man something to chew upon when confronted by reporters. One thing I do enjoy is when a ballsy member of the media asks a question that really bothers him, he always begins his answer by saying; "That was a dumb question" or something to that effect. The man has absolutely no class connected to his inner character, he talks like a street thug. Carly sang; "We can never know about the days to come, But we think about them anyway. And I wonder if I'm really with you now Or just chasin' after some finer day." Anticipation is driving us all crazy. Especially with the understanding that a mentally unstable man is in control of our country. Didn't she at some point address the subject of his vanity, as he walked into the room. "Houston we have a problem." Rest in peace Jim, perhaps you found your path to the moon after all.