Daddy Save Me

While I may have been in philosophical accord with much of the instruction at MBA, the prejudice was intolerable. Football pep rallies would incorporate the "n" word and calling the opponent "faggots" was common at the time, as there were no black students, three Jews including myself in the seventh grade class, maybe ten in the whole school, one Pakistani classmate who I attempted to befriend as a fellow outsider, and if there were any homosexuals, they had to be darned discreet about it. If you left the closet there, you may have been opening your own casket. The Pakistani was to my knowledge the first Muslim I had met. After a cross country practice, I tried to engage him in conversation and perhaps a game of chess. He said and I will never forget, unapologetically, that he did not, and would never associate with Jews. So much for an alliance of the other. Throughout my school life, I had seen very wealthy families' children being given great latitude in their conduct. They could be caught with alcohol, tobacco, or pornography and not be expelled or face consequential discipline. The rich really are different. They more or less get away with it from the very beginning. I had a chum at USN who killed a CEO's wife by way of a traffic collision in a drug and alcohol induced stupor. His father was a developer and he got by with it. Of course, the enfant terrible is not entirely insulated from the repercussions of his actions. Two young brothers and their school friend from one of these schools wrapped their sports car around a tree three blocks from my house. All were killed. So many of these youngsters destroyed their health with drugs and booze or STDs. I knew two suicides. The only time I ever cheated on a test in my life was in Spanish 3 at USN. The daughter of a prominent attorney offered me a sexual favor if I let her copy my work. I obliged and got a 94, she did not oblige but copied word for word and somehow received a 98. These scions acted licentiously and for most, there was no cost.