One of the best things said at either political convention so far came Tuesday night from First Lady Michelle Obama.
The comment had nothing to do with government or domestic policy. It wasn’t about some great unmentioned strategy that is supposedly waiting for us in her husband theoretical second term.
It was about attitude:
“Like so many American families, our families weren’t asking for much.
They didn’t begrudge anyone else’s success or care that others had much more than they did… in fact, they admired it.”
That line struck a real chord with me.
That’s how I grew up. That’s how most people I know grew up. We didn’t hate the rich. I don’t hate anyone. I certainly don’t wish the rich didn’t have as much as they have; if anything, I wish more people who aren’t rich have as much.
But I don’t begrudge the rich because of it. I have no desire to vilify “the one percent” just because I’m part of the 99%. Because it’s quite possible to live happily — and, I suspect, even happier — among the 99%.
When did this class warfare of ours begin, exactly? When did so many Democrats begin pushing so hard for all of us to resent everyone who has wealth? When did so many Republicans draw their own line in the sand by suggesting that too many are just lazy and don’t want to get off their butts and find a job?
When, exactly, did what we have in our wallets become more important than what we possess in our hearts and souls?
Can we go back to a time when that wasn’t the case?