Watching the unfolding spectacle of aggrieved young
“adults” toting iphones and dining
on gourmet food as they occupy Wall Street and rage against “the man,” I am
literally dumb-founded at the confluence of ignorance and an abject sense
of entitlement. Consider the profound
difference between the attitude on display in OWS, and that exhibited by a
confessional Ronald Reagan when he looked back on his own youthful days. In writing of his arrival at little Eureka
College, Reagan confessed to his own deeply harbored perceptions of
“specialness”:
At Eureka, I was getting ready to save the day. Dixon High School wasn’t tiny and football was pretty important. Eureka had gone through two disastrous seasons, so I anticipated quite a welcome...It’s tough to go from lordly senior to lowly freshman and even tougher to go from first string end to the end of the bench before the whistle blows for the first game. I managed to accomplish this all by myself. But in my mind I had help—heaven forbid I should take the blame! I told everyone who would listen that the coach didn’t like me, I was the victim of unreasoning prejudice. (Reagan, Ronald & Richard Hubeler, (1965), Where’s the Rest of Me?, New York: Duell, Sloan, & Pearce. p. 25)
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