In the area I used to inhabit, trailer parks and clusters of trailers were truly dangerous. We're not talking unwed motherhood and a love of firearms. We're talking child sexual abuse, cooking meth for fun and profit, murder and mayhem.
In one case, an extended family got together and held a celebration of the pending birth of a baby to a 14 year old girl. Is that a good reason to celebrate? Sure, why not.
Anyway, as the party got rolling, there were the usual fights and disagreements that arise among people who freely mix alcohol, pot, meth and whatever else they can find. One of the guests killed one of the other guests.
Did this put a damper on the festivities? Hell no! There was a brief pause to consider calling the police, but they decided against it because there were way too many drugs in the house. The police were alerted by a neighbor who heard the gun shots. When they arrived, they discovered the victim had been moved to the back porch, where a two year old girl was playing with the corpse as if it were a big stuffed animal. "Why do you have a big hole in your chest, Mr. Bear?"
Before you label someone as trailer trash, you should stop to consider what that really means.