J.D. Vance, author of Hillbilly Elegy, taught me that some of his experiences in Appalachia weren’t that different from my own, writes Jamil Jivani in the National Post. Below is an excerpt from the article, which can be read in full here.
By Jamil Jivani, November 25, 2020
If you had told me 10 years ago that my best friend from law school would be a self-described hillbilly, I’d have laughed in your face. But you’d have been right.
I first met J.D. Vance during our law school orientation at Yale University a decade ago. We attended a wine-and-cheese reception. I didn’t know so many different kinds of cheese existed. And I had never tasted wine before. Needless to say, I felt out of place. Across the room stood a fellow student who seemed equally unfamiliar with wine and cheese.
We went on to develop a strong friendship, forged through moments of shared discomfort over the course of our three years in the Ivy League. We were by one another’s side for awkward interactions with professors and classmates, life-changing job interviews, and hundreds of hours of studying. We became such good friends that I eventually performed the Bible reading at his wedding.
Growing up in the Toronto area, I never met a person who’d call himself a hillbilly. Most of my neighbours were the children of middle- and working-class immigrants, and we understood terms like hillbilly to carry negative, even comedic connotations. Like Cletus from The Simpsons. But my friendship with J.D. taught me that his Appalachian family and friends aren’t so different from my own. The challenges that many Appalachians experience — poverty, addiction, fatherlessness, inadequate health care — are challenges seen and felt by my loved ones, too. And the positive qualities possessed by many Appalachians — loyalty, resilience, striving — are qualities we also hold dear.
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