One thing I discovered growing up was that
farmers had it really tough. And I mean tough.
Econoically, they were the low end of the totem
pole... and they never were able to dig out from
under.
I suppose they just wanted to feel better than
somebody, and that turned out to be Black people.
They also latched onto a certain kind of heirarchical
thinking among themselves that was very sexist
and adultist, and they took care of each other as best
they could.
Getting government handouts literally saved their lives,
but I think you're right in thinking that they had to find
some way to make it palatable with less shame attached
Remember, people who had to migrate from the Dust Bowl
during the Great Depression were really looked down on
and treated horribly by people in other states, particularly
California as an example.
My dad's family had to migrate from the Panhandle, but
they went back to their old farm south of Dallas and got
help from by Grandfather's brother's family in Hillsboro
before the farm was ready again.
My grandmother was totally attached to that area from
then on and wouldn't leave it even it meant my grandfather
could get a job in Forth Worth. I think she just wanted
to stay around family and friends she knew she could count
on, but my dad never forgave her for it.
The problem now is that farmers have completely lost that
way of life. They may or may not get the Trump handouts,
but they will never be independent farmers again.
To me, that's both sad and ironic as hell, but the owning class
has wanted it this way for a long time, and now they have it