America’s threadbare safety net
Leaving a train station in a suburb of Boston in a white-out one evening recently, I trudged my way through falling snow to the main street. I hailed a passing cab – but did a double take on opening the door.
In the back seat there was a three-year-old girl in a car seat watching TV. Her grandmother was in the driver’s seat, a tiny woman whose head was at the same level as the steering wheel.
The pair of them saw me safely to my destination in a full-scale blizzard before setting off to look for other fares. It was 10pm.
Grandmother Julie, in debt after bringing up six children on a low wage, will be 72 before she can claim a state pension. For now, she is doing what she can to make ends meet.
