I grew up in a broken home, working class. My paternal grandmother raised me and my brother; my father was with us, and my mother lived in Jersey.

I'm a working-class person, working with class.

I come from the working-class area of Stockholm, and I grew up with Serbian and Chilean people.

My upbringing was very straightforward suburban working class upbringing.

A working-class hero is something to be.

Getting a lousy education, then spending a lifetime pitted against your fellow workers in the gladiatorial theater of the free market economy does not make for optimism or open mindedness, both hallmarks of liberalism. It makes for a kind of bleak coarseness and inner degradation that allows working people to accept the American empire's wars without a blink.