My great grandfather owned thousands of acres of rich farm land at the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains. He often said, he could walk all day and never walk off his land. He passed it on to his kids and I watched my grandfather start with hundreds of acres but with piss poor farm management he ended up with only about a hundred. His kids, well his. two sons, just sat back and waited to get their inheritance, never amounted to shit. But that never happened, one died and one went crazy, Mom got it all, and Dad sold it to Mexicans that now work it. No "American" stepped up.
My other grandfather was a migrant farm worker that built a huge farm from great farm practices and at the poker table. Dad inherited it and he ended up selling to, you guessed it, Mexicans, that work that really rich farm land too. No "American" stepped up.
30 years ago I bought a couple of acres and built a home in a secluded area nestled in a great school district. My neighbors were all white, some owned their own business building furniture or running little hosiery mills out of an out building. They all sold off and moved on, "cashed in" if you like. Now, I am surrounded by Mexicans, but that private dirt road that we all live on, it is in the best shape it ever has been thanks to their work.
I run a couple of businesses and I employ a lot of people. The white kids, they come and go, most don't last more than a couple of months. But I have Mexicans, and Blacks, that go off to college, get graduate degrees, and yet show back up to work summers and breaks. At this point, I hire no white people under 55, and honestly, I tend more to no one under 60. But an 18 year old Hispanic or Black kid shows up, HIRED.