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kalikshama -> RE: Are Corporations "people"? (6/26/2012 10:37:22 AM)
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There are few things leftists hate more than businessmen, and especially successful businessmen.
Oh, please. I spent 7 years working for successful businessmen and didn't even hate the one who treated me like Meryl Streep playing Anna Wintour if she'd been Colombian and male.
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Obama wrote in his memoirs that the only time he spent at a real job made hime feel like he was behind enemy lines, for example
After having spent the previous three years working for non-profits, I can empathize with Obama's sentiments expressed in “Dreams From My Father”:
"And so, in the months leading up to graduation, I wrote to every civil rights organization I could think of, to any black elected official in the country with a progressive agenda, to neighborhood councils and tenant rights groups. When no one wrote back, I wasn't discouraged. I decided to find more conventional work for a year, to pay off my student loans and maybe even save a little bit. I would need the money later, I told myself. Organizers didn't make any money; their poverty was proof of their integrity.
Eventually a consulting house to multinational corporations agreed to hire me as a research assistant. Like a spy behind enemy lines, I arrived every day at my mid-Manhattan office and sat at my computer terminal, checking the Reuters machine that blinked bright emerald messages from across the globe. As far as I could tell I was the only black man in the company, a source of shame for me but a source of considerable pride for the company's secretarial pool. They treated me like a son, those black ladies; they told me how they expected me to run the company one day.
…[A]s the months passed, I felt the idea of becoming an organizer slipping away from me. The company promoted me to the position of financial writer. I had my own office, my own secretary, money in the bank. Sometimes, coming out of an interview with Japanese financiers or German bond traders, I would catch my reflection in the elevator doors-see myself in a suit and tie, a briefcase in my hand-and for a split second I would imagine myself as a captain of industry, barking out orders, closing the deal, before I remembered who it was that I had told myself I wanted to be and felt pangs of guilt for my lack of resolve."
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