I started buying rent houses right out of high school in 1976, simple VA assumptions. Not dumps, but they were all in poor condition. Those were the ones that had very little equity to buy out. So, buy the house, patch it up, rent it out. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Dad turned me on to it because I wasn't a carrier person, he said. He said that I didn't want to work for anyone and no one wanted me to work for them. Interesting thing for an engineering professor to tell his son. He's still telling me things like that, as he lives in my guest house out back. He's 95 and total blast.
By 1980, my no fun day job that I wasn't making any money at anyway was getting in the way of the fun housing thing that was by then making some bank. Buy 82 I didn't have a day job. Haven't had one since. Just houses. But don't work on them, haven't for decades.
The way I see it from looking back at the long journey is the sooner a man gets out from under another man the better for some of us.
So, I'm in no position to discourage any person from claiming their freedom.